With a lack of effort or really will, Rachel shifted in the bed's covers, turning away from the sun-filled curtains. Wait, sun?

Opening her eyes to look at the curtains she saw them as a bright yellow, light tinted by the curtains. A stark contrast to the black of last night. Groaning with a stretch she realized it was long past time to get jp. "What time is it?" She asked aloud.

"Nine twenty-four AM." She heard Peter say to her left.

Tiredly she turned towards him, a book held in his hands as he sat in his wheelchair. Blinking she analyzed his face, something seeming off from yesterday. "You look different."

"You mean besides the muscles and lack of fat? Still not use to that." He replied, speaking mostly to himself while poking his belly.

"Not that. Got used to that. I mean from yesterday." She elaborated, right arm raising up into the air above her to help wake her up.

"Don't know what else there is, even wearing the same clothes." He replied, shrugging.

Rolling over and reaching out to poke his nose she frowned. "Something looks different though…" Rolling over and kicking her legs free of the sheets she noted the other Peter was gone. "Hey where's other brother?"

"Down getting breakfast. He's taking a while though, better not have decided to eat himself first, making me wait." He grumbled.

Flailing all of her limbs around in the bed, she was finally fully awake and sat up in the bed. Throwing off the irritating bedsheets she craned a brow at him. "Would you have done it?"

"Maybe, justifying that 'since I'm the one that went down there, I get to eat first'. Just now I'm on the other end of it."

"S'what you get for not making breakfast for me when you wake up." She replied lowering her feet to the ground. Feeling her hair she scowled at the oiliness of it. "How long has he been down there anyway?"

He looked at the clock, and tilted his head back and forth thinking. "Twenty minutes maybe?"

Frowning at that she walked over to the bathroom door and paused in it. "He better be grabbing some morning steak or something then." Taking a step in and seeing the towels already used on the floor she finally realized what made Peter look different. "Oh you took a shower, that's what's different."

"Was I that dirty?"

"Well how dirty do I look? Should give you a good idea." She said leaning against the doorframe.

Looking her over he replied "I guess, yeah. I'm pretty sure you are whiter than that."

"Well there ya go. Anyways I'm taking a shower then we should bug out, don't want nobody finding us right?" She asked.

"After other-me gets back with food, yeah. Sounds like a plan." Nodding to herself she shut the door behind her and stripped down, the air itself seeming wet and heavy, probably from the Peters' showers. With the wheels to the side, having been moved since last night she turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up and paused, wondering how it would feel with her supersense. Hesitantly she held her hand near the water to see if it would feel hot or cold, then when it didn't, stuck her hand in it. Other than it feeling… wetter, it was the same. Shrugging she got in and started cleaning herself off three days' worth of oil and grime.

Grabbing the little tube of soap she squirted some on her hand, frowning in disgust as it felt slimy as hell. Still she knew it was soap so she ignored the feeling of it and used it to help clean herself off more. Surpressing shudders all the while.

That done she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel that had still been hanging up, feeling to be just as rough as the carpet did but instead of it just being concentrated to her feet, it'd be all over her as she dried off. Sighing she looked around for something else to dry off with, like maybe a hairdryer, because there was no way in hell she was rubbing that all over herself. Hotels had hairdryers in those cabinet things under the sink right? Checking said cabinet for one she found it and plugged it in, opting to use that instead of the towel. Plugging it in and flipping the switch she was surprised by how it felt like a warm rush of water cascading over her skin, yet at the same time drying her off.

Maybe fifteen minutes in total, made longer by the fact she was adjusting to life with her senses, and she pulled back on the scratchy clothes that they'd borrowed earlier. Making it so that it hung off her frame as loosely as possible the stepped back out of the bathroom and ruffled her hair to get rid of the last bits of water. "I sooo needed that."

"And other me isn't back yet. Should we hunt him down?" Peter said, putting aside his book.

"What?" Looking up at the room around them she saw that, indeed the other brother wasn't back yet. "Twenty minutes plus however long I was in there and he's not back?" Frowning she walked over to Peter. "Yeah we're going for him. Take it you don't want me bringing any wheels?"

He sighed in response. "Yes, it would be better to not walk around in the open showing off our powers."

Grabbing the back of his chair she pushed him onto the door and out, door locking behind them automatically. Looking either way she felt around for other Peter's wheels, then settled on a direction. "I don't like the fact he's been gone for at least thirty minutes with… well what I did the other day. So sue me if I wanna bring the other wheels."

"Well, I am with you, so he thought that might be fine. Besides, it could be something as simple as waiting for them to bring out more food, don't need to worry too much." He said trying to calm her.

"Thirty minutes for breakfast. At a hotel. Last time I checked you serve yourself at hotels and even with a wheelchair you wouldn't take that long." She replied with a half-growl. "And since the only other person I've met so far tried to beat me, that doesn't help my concerns." Turning a corner she sped up slightly.

"You were stealing stuff, and she was trying to stop you. Please don't judge the world by one person."

She snorted. "So long as other you is fine, then fine." Nearing the only wheels inside the building she turned another corner. "His chair is just up ahead." Slowing down as they neared the doors leading to what seemed to be breakfast room. Stepping in front of the other Peter she shoved the door open with her foot and paused as he rolled up behind her thanks to her power. Eyes roaming over the room full of a dozen people she quickly located the other Peter, sitting across from a small african american pre-teen. A childish face accompanied his cornrows adorning the top of his head, said face full of surprise for just a split-second as he looked back at her, her kicking of the door having attracted the attention of a few people in the room.

Narrowing her eyes she grabbed her Peter's wheelchair and pushed him up to the table beside the other one. "Jeez, you don't have to announce your presence to every room you enter." The Peter who was already here, Peter One, said jokingly.

Scowling at him she leaned down towards him, she cast a momentary glance up at the pre-teen across the table, a placid smile on his face. Looking back at her little brother she growled, with one hand gripping him on the shoulder, "After all the shit we've been through the past half-week, excuse me if I'm worried about my little brother disappearing for thirty minutes to grab something simple like breakfast."

He leaned back as far as he could in his chair, looking up at her in surprise, before his eyes started to glisten and he quietly choked out "I-I'm sorry."

Blinking in surprise she immediately hugged him around the neck, realizing her stupid mistake of blaming him for something again. He wasn't good with dealing with things like that, it always making him nervous or tear up a bit. Patting the top of his head she whispered, "Sorry I didn't mean that I was just worried about you. After what happened a few days ago I just couldn't do with you gone like that and no idea where you were."

She felt him nod, and he repeated. "I'm sorry."

Resting her chin on his head she sighed, hugging him a little tighter. "Shit I suck with attitude." Half-turning to look at the other Peter she saw him with an uneasy expression. "I didn't say it quietly did I?" Peter Two just shook his head. Sighing again with an apology directed to him she looked at the pre-teen sitting across from them all. "So who's your friend then?"

Clearing his throat, Peter One replied "He was, uh, telling me about the Wards."

Looking at him she raised a brow. "Hell's a Ward?"

"Well," Peter's friend began. "The Wards are a government sponsored team of junior superheroes, that's basically anybody under eighteen."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why are we talking about Wards down here then?" Sounded a bit too related to them in her opinion for it to be just a coincidence.

He shrugged, gesturing to the plates in front of them. "I'm a fan and we were eating breakfast, so I figured I might as well pass some time talking about something I like."

Looking down at the plates she scowled at the reminder she hadn't ate yet. "Still haven't had mine…" Turning to Peter two she asked, "You want something?"

"Of course." He replied.

"Be specific then. I'm not grabbing something then having you say you don't want it."

"I'm me. I'd eat most anything they have." He replied, followed by Peter One asking "Can you get me some more too?"

"Better be glad that leg o' yours is like that." She muttered walking off to the little 'bar' of breakfast foods. Eggs in one of those silver tub heater things, bacon in the next, sausages and pancakes, little cereal packages. Grabbing a series of plates she started loading up on various things, the majority being eggs and bacon on each of them then walking back to the table and depositing them. Standing with a silent stare for a second, directed to Peter's friend she finally sat down and started digging into the plate she had for herself.

"Anyways my name's Tyler, nice to meet you two." He said holding out a hand to either her or Peter Two. She looked at the hand while chewing her mouthful of cheap fake eggs, it being enough for her to eat at the moment.

Peter Two took his hand and shook it, glancing towards the other Peter as he replied "I'm, uh, Paul."

Swallowing her mouthful she looked at Tyler for a few more seconds before finally taking his hand, it feeling rough and oily making her force herself to not sneer at the touch. "Rachel." She took her hand away and rubbed it against the shirt, brushing it lightly to avoid the tearing sensation. Then she scratched at her neck where the collar was tearing at her skin.

Tyler smiled as they shook hands and let go. "So want me to tell you two about the Wards too? Always happy to talk to new friends."

She shrugged while 'Paul' replied, "Sure."

Tyler drummed his fingers. "Alright well like I said the Wards are basically junior superheroes who get half-school days for being heroes, get paid in both a scholarship and money they can actually use. They get to have a cool base with their own rooms, training areas, surveillance rooms and labs for Tinkers. Ca-"

"What's a Tinker?" Rachel interrupted, adjusting the collar of her shirt so it would touch her as little as possible. Was annoying with every little movement felt like it was being punished by being rubbed against steel wool.

"People whose superpowers is basically make sci-fi levels of technology." He explained with a smile. "They also get money to spend making their costumes along with Tinker supplied things. Well sometimes anyways, Tinker stuff can't be maintained by people other than Tinkers. Have help from fellow heroes and Wards along with mentorship from the heroes who've made a living out of doing this."

"Sounds like a nice set up." 'Paul' replied.

"Decent I guess." Rachel replied.

He shrugged. "Well I guess you don't find it as cool as us but to each their own." Quirking his lips he looked at her, making her narrow her eyes at him in response, not quite knowing why he was doing that. "So what is your kind of thing then?"

"Dodgeball. Soccer. Mindless shoot'em ups. Kids." She said listing off a few things off the top of her head then popping a piece of bacon into her mouth.

"Video games." Peter One said around a mouthful of eggs, and 'Paul' nodded in agreement

"Oh what games you three play then? I myself like Ransack."

Rachel raised a brow at that name, it sounding more like that thing you do at a picnic rather than a video game. An adjustment of the shirt sleeves. "Rage Ring is a good game to blow off steam. CIty of Champions is one that me and my brother play from time to time."

"My favorite is Kingdom Warriors." 'Paul' replied, Peter One nodding in agreement.

"The one where you're an oversized guy riding a horse everywhere?" Rachel asked, remembering something like that from one of his games. Peter one nodded in reply, too busy chewing to make a verbal reply. "Never could understand how that one worked."

Tyler raised his brows. "What's Rage Ring? I'm going to guess it involves mindless shooting like you said you enjoyed?"

"Shoot the zombies, beat the nazis, use magic, heal people all the stuff of a good game minus the plot. Which would just slow down the fun of it all. No other game I know has you able to use the force with slow motion and ragdoll physics." She said with a smirk, remembering some of the stupid things she'd done with the physics. Then she added on pointing at her brother Peter One. "He helps me out sometimes but he's not the best."

Tyler nodded, propping himself up with a hand under his chin. "Sounds like a crazy game." She nodded not saying anything and so he turned to 'Paul'. "What's Kingdom Warriors?"

"Game where you play as a super-strong general, and beat up armies." He replied, plate now empty. Peter always ate fast.

Tyler looked between the three of them. "You guys like playing as strong people don't you? So what's the City of Champions one? Sounds like heroes or something."

Rachel shrugged poking her plate. "It's kind of lost its charm but it was a fun game." Until a fucking bug thing abducted them she idly remembered. Sighing she stood back up and shook her plate a little. "So… 'Paul' want some more?"

"Never say no to free food." 'Paul' agreed holding his plate towards her.

Taking it with her to the breakfast counter again she piled up the plates then grabbed a small papercup's worth of water and drank it, then went back to the table and sat down. Looking at Tyler she asked, "So why do you like the Wards then? Because they're heroes and stuff?"

He nodded. "Well yeah. They fight the villains of Dodge toe to toe, save lives, talk to kids, get cool outfits and all that. Never heard of the Wards before?"

"Nope." She said taking a bite of bacon. "Heard bad things about government sponsored superpower things though."

Tyler blinked. Then sat upright. "Only place I can think of that talks about the Wards or Protectorate like that is Russia. And uh pardon me if I'm wrong but you two don't look Russian."

"Uh, our parents aren't big on the government." Peter One said, trying to cover up for their unusual situation..

Tyler looked at him then shrugged. "If you don't like the government I suppose you wouldn't like Wards or things like that. So uh does that mean you think I'm lying about the Wards then?"

"I said our parents. We don't feel so strongly." Peter replied.

"Reason I wouldn't trust you is because I just met you." Rachel added on. "Gov does good and bad but that's expected."

He nodded. "Yeah they don't have a perfect record do they? Anyways do you want to hear about some of the local members of the Protectorate and Wards?" Finished with her breakfast she nodded, as much as she wanted to leave and move on this was actual good information. She saw the Peters nodding too. Tyler clapped with a smile. "Alright well to start off is one of the Wards, Raindancer. Word is she used to be a ballet dancer before she gained her powers which only helps her power, it being a bit of hydrokinesis that seems to be connected to how she moves her body. So a twirl of her and a rush of water goes along with it."

"Nice pun on the name." Rachel chuckled.

"Yup. Next is Biophile, basically can move plants, speed their growth and normally doesn't fight, instead helping with gardens or plantings with trees. Not the best for offensive or doing things on the fly but all the local villains avoid gardens and parks because of him." He said. "Next would be Sureshot who people are pretty sure has exceptional reflexes and future sight for telling where to aim. It's almost always a guaranteed shot with one of his trusty guns."

"Wards shoot people?" Rachel asked, settling her chin on the table.

"Tranq gun, only dangerous if he shoots too much at somebody with a heart condition. Moving onto the Protectorate, the heroes that are older than eighteen includes Lever, a man with super strength, durability and can set things up for a massive chain reaction. Metal Pedal, she has super speed without the usual loss of ability to affect the environment." Rachel put her arms in front of her and frowned behind them, of course the bitch she fought was a member of this team. "And to tie it all up is Radiant, somebody who seems to be solar powered and can redirect heat and fire. Can even do ice but that's a bit much for him to try and do. All in all that's the local heroes of Dodge city."

"Quite an assortment of heroes around here." Rachel commented.

"Is it normal for there to be that many in one town?" Peter One asked.

"Believe it or not we're kind of one of the towns that has less parahumans. Have a healthy amount sure but there's plenty of towns and cities with more." He answered. "Plus often enough a few people are solo heroes because of some reason regarding PRT. Sometimes it's people that just don't like the government but that's okay."

She raised one of her eyebrows in slight surprise, comparing it to Marvel with all their heroes. From what she'd seen it wasn't a metropolis so it did seem a bit much for the city in terms of heroes. "Life's exciting around here isn't it?"

"Yeah it is." Tyler said with a grin. "Not a dull moment around here… say... mind if I ask you three what you'd do if you had powers?" He asked propping his head up with a hand.

He really was a Wards nerd wasn't he, she thought to herself, while 'Paul' responded "I guess it depends on the power. If I couldn't find a way to make lots of money with it, heroing would of course be the next choice." Peter One nodded his head in agreement.

"You always did like money." Rachel said with a smirk. "Don't mind using mine whenever I offer something and you never offer anything yourself."

"Well, you're the one offering. And what I meant was, a million dollars will do someone a lot more good than just a few hours of my time. If what is really needed is people, I could PAY people to do what is needed, and probably get a lot more done than I could ever do myself." He said, defending himself.

Tyler nodded. "I can get that, I guess you're agreeing too Peter since you nodded?"

"Yeah, money is a lot more flexible than I am." Peter One replied.

"So how about you Rachel?" He asked turning to her.

Shrugging she looked at either one of her brothers. Kind of already had her powers but it's not like the kid knew that. Plus the longer he talked the more she learned. "Guess like he said it'd depend. If I can fight and kick ass a hero I suppose. Rather be a… whatchamacallit a matron. Whatever it is that helps kids in orphanages."

"You don't need superpowers to do that." Peter One said in a questioning tone.

"Don't need powers to be rich either. But some powers depending on what they are could help with kids. Like emotion reading or… I dunno. All sorts of powers that might help." She said sitting upright with crossed arms.

"Not nearly as many though. I mean, you might be able to entertain the kids with whatever power, but there are tons of ways to entertain kids. Making money though, the super-power would put you a clear cut above the competition, providing you can find a situation in which the power can be used." He bickered back.

"Ah screw off, I'll do what I wanna do. Besides we know that if it came down to it we could make that money easily." She said rolling her eyes.

"How?" He responded, sending a meaningful glance Tyler's way.

Shrugging at his 'reminder' of the person across the table, currently watching with raised eyebrows, she replied. "We're smart, I'm good with people at times, you're both bright. We paid for our family to sleep here today." Completely true while being a lie. "So again if we had powers we'd be able to find a way to make money easy." Peter just rolled his eyes at her in response.

Tyler cocked his head and asked. "Really, using money to help others and failing that being heroes? Because personally I'd just go for the money part."

"Well yeah. Playing villain is fun but it's not right." Rachel responded, uncrossing her arms and propping her chin back ontop of them on the table, mind briefly flickering to past events. Yeah thinking back on that she kind of screwed herself with the hero bit didn't she?

"If you can't make money with your powers, it does seem like the next best thing would be to get a job being a hero and use your powers." 'Paul' agreed.

Tyler's eyes flickered between the three of them with a pursed lip. With a deep breath he asked, "Well why don't you join the Wards then?"

She blinked at the question, it taking a moment to register in her mind, having to connect several dots first. Him talking to her brother, then the rest of them about Wards, all about the local heroes and etc. He knew about them being here. He knew. Bolting upright out of the chair fast enough for it to flip over behind her she shoved both of her brother's chairs back several feet away from the table, staring down at Tyler. The people out of the corner of her eye froze in whatever action they were doing at her outburst but she didn't care, instead entirely focused on their guest, who merely raised his hands in surrender with a calm smile.

After a moment, she felt a tug on her shirt, and when she whirled to the source she saw Peter One looking up at her calmly "Come on, Ray." He quietly said, indicating her to sit back down in her chair, that was put back up at some point. She didn't say anything instead looking back at Tyler with narrowed eyes. "Please, need to handle this calmly." He implored her.

She looked back to her brothers and then back at Tyler who still hadn't made a move. A deep breath in and she sat back down, pulling her brothers closer to her side and unclenching fists she hadn't realized she'd been clenching. They actually kind of hurt. A hand rested on either of her brother's chairs as she looked at Tyler. 'Paul' leaned forward and quietly asked "What do you want?"

Tyler lowered his hands back to the table in front of him. "To try and get you to join the Wards. Be a friend rather than an enemy. It's why I talked about the benefits of being a Ward." He explained.

Rachel didn't say anything but focused on taking a few deep breaths, that sudden scare setting her off way too easily. Beside her she heard Peter ask "How'd you find us here?"

"A maid last night saw your sister at a vending machine and alerted us. I talked to the higher ups and suggested we talk to you guys. One of your brothers," He looked between both of her brothers. "Got hit by a truck, one of the things you stole was a wheelchair, it seemed less like a villain and more like somebody looking out for family. Right?" He asked with a smile, to which after a moment she slowly nodded, Tyler seeming a lot less dangerous now. "We can even help whichever one of them got hit by the truck, we have a full medical staff for people who are members."

She looked to her right to one brother, looking him over in his wheelchair. Hit by a truck, just like the other, both still unable to really walk around and likely other problems inside of them. Both of them needed help for it, really they needed it. Her hand went to his arm to get his attention, flicking her gaze to Tyler across the table, then doing the same with the brother on her opposite side. Silently asking for what they thought. After a moment, they simultaneously nodded. Looking at Tyler once more who was grinning at her brother's nods she said, "I guess we can join."

He clapped his hands together with an even larger and toothier grin. "Awesome!" He stood up. "Well come on then, let's get your brother checked up!" Slowly she stood up after him and pushed her brothers along after him, her hands really resting on either of their shoulders.

Tyler half-skipped, half-walked to the doors leading back outside the way they came. She took advantage of the fact he wasn't nearby and leaned down to between her brother's heads. "We trust the happy, giddy stranger?" As much as she wanted her brother back to normal, it almost seemed too good to be true.

"It does seem like the best option. The government has a lot more resources and connections than we could ever have, so if they are willing to work with us I don't see why not." Peter Two replied.

Nearing Tyler again she just whispered, "Not what I was asking" Then stood back upright.

His smile shrunk a little at that display. "Heh guess you don't trust me? Well that's alright, we can work with that later. So," He continued letting the doors close behind them. "You guys want to head back to base with me in the vans we came in? Or you want to walk and avoid any type of things like that?"

Tapping her fingers along her brother's shoulders she thought about it. Vans with the strange kid who she didn't completely trust and was offering exactly what she wanted or walk outside where people knew exactly where she was. "We could use my wheels back in the room instead to go around. What do you two want?" She asked her little brothers, it being her fault they'd been found.

"Wheels sound good. Faster than walking, and keeps us free to move." Peter One replied.

"Okay, just uh no offense but don't do it like over streets or anything Rachel? Public only knows about that incident at the mall." He said walking back to their room ahead of them, proving that they did know exactly where they were. An uncomfortable silence went over them, Tyler apparently not having anything to say or deciding it was better not to say anything until they got back to the room. Leaving her to her thoughts of them actually joining the Wards, along with her actions.

She robbed a store, attacked people and fought a hero who was part of that team. How in the hell was that going to work? Coming to their room again she reached into her pocket and unlocked it, just taking a step inside to make sure the wheels wouldn't drop anything stacked on them or hit the walls, then stepping back out with them in tow.

"Uh, we could travel through the mirror dimension, no risk of spooking anyone through there." Peter One suggested.

Tyler frowned. "What's this mirror dimension thing?"

Peter One scratched his head, "I can enter mirrors and go to what I'm calling a mirror dimension. Has all the same buildings and furniture the real world does, just no people."

Tyler quirked his lips then whispered the idea, or something, to himself and thought it over for a few seconds. "Yeah we could do that, maximum speed no trouble with people and all that. Enter and exit any mirror?"

"So far, yeah, haven't had any problems."

"If that's what you guys are more comfortable with then let's do it." Rachel nodded and opened the door again, pushing brothers and wheels back inside to the bathroom. Tyler followed after them into said bathroom and looked at the mirror then them. "So how's this work?"

"Just need to touch the mirror," he did as such, causing the surface to ripple slightly and their images to disappear, "and we are good to go."

She helped her brothers with the wheelchairs as they went in without her help, hopping onto the counter after with her wheels and rolling through to the other side. She stood on the opposite side and waited for Tyler to come after, he looking confused for a moment before shaking his head and following, the moment he stepped through he chuckled. "This is a new one." He hopped back down onto the ground as her brothers slid back into their chairs and opened the door so they could leave. After a few moments and they were in the hallway once more he looked at the stacks of books on her wheels. "You guys read I take it?"

She shrugged again leaning onto her brother's chairs. "We need to learn about everything."

In the corner of her eye she saw he nodded as they rounded a corner. "So uh, which one of you guys got hit by the truck? We only saw one of you get hit and both of you seemed fine enough to climb over that counter easily."

Rachel frowned and looked to either of them. Technically they both got hit but she wasn't sure she wanted to say anything about the copy power her brother had. "Uh… well." Shit she really had no idea how to say anything about that.

The two Peters were looking at each other, obviously experiencing a similar dilemma. "We, uh, both did. There was only one of me, but my powers made another." Peter Two explained. "As for how unhurt we are, we think that's part of my powers as well. Not sure how else we only got a funked up leg, when I'm rather certain it used to be broken."

"Or something to do with angel morphing. Argued about that earlier." She commented.

"Or that, though I still don't think it's that."

"If the arrogant bug fucker says we got what we rolled and I rolled angel morphing, and everything else we rolled we've proven we had, I'm pretty sure I got angel crap." She said with a frown. "Got wheels and touch, so why not the angel bit."

Both Peters sighed, "I didn't mean you wouldn't have it, just that this isn't that."

"How else am I supposed to have it? It means I be an angel doesn't it?" She asked as they exited the hotel's foyer and her brother opened the doors to the outside.

"It probably means you can morph into an angel. There's a good chance you just don't have it on right now."

"You have any idea how else I'm supposed to turn on angel then, huh? A brother comatose is as good a frigging reason to go angel as you can get." She asked moving the books from the wheels and onto her brother's laps so they could get on the wheels and move on.

"Did you ever try? I had no idea how to duplicate things till after I messed around trying to figure it out. Maybe it's like that."

"I did my best to patch you back together if that's what you're asking bright guy." She half growled finally clearing off two of the wheels and gesturing for Tyler to get on one, vaulting onto the other free one. "Angels are supposed to heal you, keep you safe and all that jazz so why not then."

"Maybe because you didn't explicitly try. Our powers might not happen on their own because, like I said, I had to mess around to figure out how to use my Duplication Power, rather than it just happening."

"Exactly which power of yours does healing? None that I remember of. What power does, angel." She pointed out.

"There is that power neither of us can remember. We both got five, we only remember four of mine."

"Fah, everything you had, had to do with mirrors I remember that much. Mine was two wheel things, two supernatural things and angel." She replied not bothering to send them on their way yet.

"Not everything. There was that Worship thing, maybe the other doesn't have to do with mirrors. Or maybe it's something weird like mirror healing, we were in here after all."

"The hell kind of power is mirror healing? That makes no sense and again we have no idea how anything works or what things they'd show. For all you know angel me is a pillar of fire or just regular me as I am now." She said jabbing a finger at each Peters' chests.

"It would be weird, but you got wheel manipulation, so who knows what else there is. And a pillar of fire would make much more sense than just regular you, angels always have an otherworldly appearance, even if it's just angelic beauty."

"Still no proof to me not being an angel." She replied with narrowed eyes.

"Still no proof you are." He bickered back.

"You being almost perfectly fine is good enough proof for me."

"Except that can easily be several other things. Just because you win a slot machine doesn't mean you got divine luck, or anything."

"Screw off." She replied, eyes locked on either of them. They just stuck their tongues out at her which she mirrored back.

Tyler coughed to remind them that he was there, sitting cross-legged on the wheel, making her jump slightly having completely forgotten about him, beside her one of the Peter's quietly cursed, "Fuck."

"So uh…" He began scratching the back of his head. "Well. Lots of info there…. Ummm let's start with what you mean by rolling?"

Rachel narrowed her eyes at him and didn't say anything instead sending them up into the air, Tyler's hands immediately going to grip the wheel. Her brother's looked distinctly uncomfortable at his question. "Which way is the Wards base you kept talking about?"

Tyler sighed and asked with a gentle smile. "PRT is going to ask you about it later, wouldn't it be better to talk about it now?"

"Or you can trust us in the fact that it doesn't concern you at all and doesn't matter and we can move on." She stated as a matter of fact.

Tyler winced just the slightest bit. "Alright. Can you tell me how you know what your powers are and how you suspect what they are? Along with how you know there's five of them?"

"Sorry." Both Peters said in unison, but nothing else.

"So that's a no to any and all of my questions?" He asked with a sigh.

"I suppose we could tell you our powers, since we are supposedly to be working together." Peter One ventured, glancing to her.

"They already know about the powers I can use, I'll tell them if I start using any more." She said, no reason to say any more yet, for all she knew it could be an elaborate trick or not. When the time came and she wasn't in jail then she'd tell. "And again which way to the base?" Tyler pointed to their right and she sent them off in that direction.

"I guess I will just tell what I know of mine. Or, ours." Peter one amended, looking towards his other self. "I can enter and leave this space," he said, gesturing around them "through mirrors, and observe the real world through mirrors without opening a portal." "Don't forget that it seems like only we can change stuff." Peter Two reminded. "Oh yeah, for some reason Ray is unable of interacting with the environment at all, everything being solid as a brick to her."

"Less like a brick, more like a wall of steel or titanium. Can't turn a doorknob, can't move anything it's all frozen except when Peter is the one moving it." She added. "Frigging annoying."

Peter Two continued "My second power is being able to duplicate items using mirrors. I figured how when I accidentally duplicated myself." He gestured towards Peter One, making Tyler frown in thought as he looked between each of them. "And as far as we can tell, the duplicate is permanent and perfect. We have no idea who made who."

"So… you're both technically the one who cloned slash copied the other one, or at least that's how you both remember it?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah, we both remember reaching into the mirror, pulling the other out, and then blacking out." Replied Peter One.

"That's… something alright. So can you just clone yourself in terms of people or haven't tried it yet?" He asked looking at Rachel who was looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

"He hasn't tried it on me at least." Rachel answered. "Not sure who else he'd have tried it on."

Both the Peters shook their heads and Peter One said "No, haven't tried it on anyone else yet. It would be really bad if I accidentally made another them."

"Well you guys can certainly make money, if not from selling normal things, then helping make more Tinker tech. Make a pretty penny from that for sure." Tyler commented.

"Well, the one thing I always wanted to be when I grew up was rich. So that's nice to know." Peter One replied, half jokingly to which Tyler nodded. Peter Two continued "I also have something called Reflection Destruction, which I haven't gotten a chance to test out, so I have no idea what that is. Then there's something to do with Worship, and one other power we have no idea about."

"You three are certainly special with your powers. So uh we shouldn't be too far from the base, maybe another minute or two at this speed, any questions you three might have?" Tyler asked, clapping his hands together.

"What should we expect?" Peter Two said, sounding slightly nervous.

"Uh in terms of what? Rules? The Wards to be like? What's it like to be a hero?" He trailed off. "I'm guessing you're really asking about all of it huh?"

"I meant when we arrive. What's going to happen."

"Oh well… to start off we'd have you guys wait in one of the rooms for the Director to talk to. Get all your powers listed and things like that. Have your leg checked out, probably a full-body thing to make sure you're fine. Some questions from the Director about things and that." Tyler said scratching the back of his head.

"What about me?" Rachel asked, jumping back into the conversation. "How they going to deal with me fighting Metal Pedal?"

Tyler looked at her with a gentle smile. "Well nothing bad happened to her really besides a twisted ankle. You're not going to get in trouble for your trigger and you can make up for the mall incident with some work as a hero."

She cocked her head. "The hell's a trigger?"

"The incident during which you got your powers. We call them a trigger event and since no-one really knows how to handle their powers at first, we let most things slide." He clarified.

Not exactly what she got, rather Retro gave her powers, but she wouldn't mind sliding free of some of the crimes. "So no jail-time or stuff like that?"

He shrugged. "Worst you should get is some community service. A counselor maybe." She nodded, that being a lot less than she expected in terms of punishment. He pointed down from his wheel. "We're here."

Following his pointing finger she looked down. A two-story building that was half a block long, shaped like an L, the letters PRT standing proud on the front above the double glass doors. Lowering them down to the street level she got a better look inside, the bottom floor near the front covered in windows, showing what looked like a souvenir shop, the windows absent on the second level. It did seem official and with some of the blue stripes on the side it seemed pleasant-ish. "Seems… cozy."

Landing onto the street Tyler stepped off her wheel and looked at the building. "Yeah it's home and all that. So since you guys are the only ones able to open doors?" He trailed off letting them walk, or in the Peters' cases get pushed up to the front door.

"Home?" Peter One questioned while he opened the door.

"Yeah… was a bit of a street urchin before I joined the Wards myself. So one and the same the four of us am I right?" He joked as they stepped inside and he started leading the way through the building, it being a pleasant blue on the inside too. They passed by the front desk, two computers set up for whatever they'd need for it, it probably being something like a regular law enforcement place.

Rachel just looked at him, not sure where his logic of them being street urchins came from. "We're, um, not street urchins. At least, weren't till a couple days ago." Peter Two nervously responded.

Tyler paused in a step, apparently aware he was wrong, then resumed walking. "My bad, it's just we didn't have your faces in the databases and we found you guys in a hotel. So we all assumed it was something like that, would have explained why you weren't in the databases." He paused at a door for them to open.

"Parents were really, really not big on government." Rachel said, using her brother's earlier lie while pushing them through the door that they had opened. Straight into another bathroom.

Tyler frowned at her as she had passed by then shrugged and followed. "Alright. So uh let me go through first so nobody gets surprised by showing up like this? We did get here faster than I expected." Helping one Peter up onto the counter she watched as Tyler clambered through the mirror and back into reality, looking around for his bearings then leaving the bathroom.

"Something tells me we're going to be bugged about Retrospection." She said, sitting on the counter herself and kicking her dangling legs back and forth.

"Probably. I'd tell them, but it sounds insane."

All of it was insane. Impossible. Yet here they were… right? "Pretty sure I'm labeled as the crazier one. Irregardless if we all tell them wouldn't it make it a bit more believable since we'd tell the same thing?" She asked with crossed arms.

"Not necessarily. Either we collaborated our lies, or went crazy together, depending on if they think we really believe it." He replied, sounding a bit bummed.

Reaching over to ruffle the hair of the one that said that she smiled. "Eh we got each other so who cares if they think we're crazy? I sure as hell don't."

"While we could get by, it really doesn't help matters if they think that. It'd be best if they think it's just deeply traumatic being the reason we don't want to talk about it." He said, ignoring her hair ruffling.

"So be evasive, rude and don't say shit about the bug fuck is what you're saying, I can do that. Or at least in regards to him then huh? What about the power knowing bit, didn't seem like Tyler thought that was normal." She asked, resting her hand now on his head instead of ruffling.

"They already know we know, so not much we can do about that. And can you try to avoid being rude? It's one thing to not want to talk about it, it's another to piss them off."

"Meh. Long as they don't bug me about it. Honestly I'd rather we get some time to ourselves for a nap, still tired." She said sitting back upright.

"We will see."

Shrugging she used her power to bring the other of her brothers up in front of her, so she could hug him. Then she let go after a second and reached over to the other one and did the same for him, before letting go and asking, "Yeah… come to think of it… what do you think of all that's happened in the past few days?" She knew what she thought, it being some fucked up dream or something, because stuff like this couldn't actually happen in reality.

He ran his hand through his hair thinking, the other Peter just watching on, before he replied, "Insane, but there's nothing we can do besides keep on moving. Or as Dory would say, keep on swimming."

Nemo. "We going to reference all the sea creatures?" She asked jokingly then humming to the tune of it. Keep on swimming, keep on swimming.

"Certainly seems like it." The other Peter, Peter Two, chuckled.

Still humming she turned back to the bathroom mirror, or rather reality's bathroom and saw the Fbdoor being opened with Tyler stepping back in. "Well you guys can come on in."

"So hero time then I guess?" Rachel asked her brothers.

"I guess." They said together. Shrugging she rolled backwards and through into the PRT base's bathroom.