Key turned and lock clicked, Jason pushed his office door in. Nothing has changed in his office, other than dust has settled on much of his things. Books, paper, files, folder, which were ntohing more than a nuisance to him. Dropping his backpack on a ground, Jason made his way to his desk phone, where he noticed it had 30 messages. "Can't even leave for two weeks without someone calling me," muttered Jason as he threw his legs over the table and pushed play button.
"You have 30 new messages. 1st message: March 5th, 3: 45PM;"
Jason's didn't even got to the point where someone was talking before he shut off the phone. He wasn't ready to deal with life yet. Peter's death was still swimming bellow his mind, it was never fully has dissipated. Sure wasn't going to go without Jason altering his own mind, and he wasn't ready for that either.
He realized how empty and quiet the school was. No wonder most kids went home or left after what happened at the M.R.D battleground. No matter, he was going to get the X-Men back. One way or the other. Maybe all it took was some convincing.
"You have 30 new messages. 1st message: March 5th, 3: 45PM;"
Jason's didn't even got to the point where someone was talking before he shut off the phone. He wasn't ready to deal with life yet. Peter's death was still swimming bellow his mind, it was never fully has dissipated. Sure wasn't going to go without Jason altering his own mind, and he wasn't ready for that either.
He realized how empty and quiet the school was. No wonder most kids went home or left after what happened at the M.R.D battleground. No matter, he was going to get the X-Men back. One way or the other. Maybe all it took was some convincing.