Tommy looked up sharply with a pained expression forming on his face. There she was, waiting on him. He shifted into her arms and relied on her for support more then he would have liked to admit. When she placed him on her cot he laid down thankfully. It was pretty obvious that the mutant speedster was still very weak. He looked like hell. His face was drained and his muscles noticeably smaller, making his frame smaller.
While she searched his face he looked away. He knew he shouldn’t, he could see her concern so clearly. Still maybe this was a bad idea? The idea of Shield kicking in the door still haunted him. He looked away at the carnage around the room with questions of his own forming in his mind. Something bad had happened here as well. Jesus Christ, was it shield? Oh god! When it rains it pours.
“Magneto. Magneto happened. Just don’t read my mind. They have false memories implanted.”