A/n nothings changed since last Time I still own nothing.

Tony got lucky, kind of. Since he was already in London he ask his mom if he could stay with his aunt Peggy for a few weeks .... or the whole summer break. He didn't get to stay for the whole break (yet)  but he did get two months. Which would have been enough time if it wasn't for the fact that every day his stupid powers seemed to get stronger. 

They where getting so strong in fact that one night about a week into his stay tony had a nightmare about the second time he was kidnapped, and made the whole building shake and everything including aunt Peggy and himself in the apartment floot for a good ten minutes. 

Normally it wouldn't have taken so long to get things under control but when he realized that aunt Peggy was also floating he was to scared of what her reaction was going to be to focus on control.

Once everything and everyone was back on solid ground tony wouldn't even look his aunt in the eye, as he helped put things back in place, to afraid of seeing what he knew was there. Hate ,fear anger. 

He saw that look enough in others eyes every day and he knew that if he saw them in her eyes the he would break, and stay broken for the rest of his life.

The tence silence last another five minutes before Peggy break's it.

"The first time something like this happened was when you we're six, wasn't it ?" she  not sounding mad or anything like tony thought. It almost gave him hope, almost.

He just shake' his head still not looking her in the eye. 

Peggy sighs,  "I'm going to say something and I'm only going to say it once. so listen go. your farther is a fool, as are many other people, they see someone like you and they see a theat, something to fear or get ride of. because their small minded". 

"but Tony what you have is a gift, it isn't something bad or evil, it's just another part of who you are. and who you are is a sweet loving young man who has never done anything wrong, nor ever will."

though out Peggy's speech Tony slowly brought his eyes up from the floor to meet his aunt's, and he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding when he didn't find any of the things he thought he would. 

Tony flung his arms around her waist in a hug and mumbled, "so you won't tell my parents?" 

"no I will not, but we have to do something about your control. so in the morning I will call an old friend who lives in New York and see if you can go to his school for the time your support to be here with me. that way your father nor anyone else has to know."

true to her word aunt Peggy got him into a school that could help him learn control.

XAVIER'S SCHOOL FOR GIFTED CHILDREN

Peggy had told Tony a lot about the school.  but most of what she had said didn't much matter to Tony because there was only one thing one his mind. how to keep who he is a secret.

"well what do you want to do, I'm sure you have thought about it?" Peggy asked him. 

and she's right he has thought about it. a lot. and it wasn't just at the school he had to worry about, there was the raid to the airport, the airport, the landing, and of course  the raid to the school. before the school. 

"I do have an idea or two". Tony told her after a minute. 

"the whole moving things with my mind isn't the only thing I can do." Tony took a deep breath and closed his eyes. after years of fighting to keep this hidden it was weird to be showing it to someone. 

slowly he could feel it, not sure what it was exactly to hard to put into words, but after a moment  he let his eyes slowly fluter open reviling the now bright blue. when they should be dark brown. 

"that should work." but? he theres always a but.

"but. I can still tell it's you. yeah but you know me, these people won't. and I was thinking since I can make my eyes do what every this blue thing is I... um.. I could dye my hair to mach." he said in a rush. a smile spread across Peggys face. 

"so long as it's not all the way to the roots and you let it grow out and cut it before going home I don't see any reason that won't work." 

"now what will they call you while your there."

 "Carter Jarvis. or C.J for short."