CHAPTER EIGHTEEN —
( If you use a pick up line on my sister one more time, I will kill you! )

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The flight to DC and then the drive to the Maximoff house was a nightmare. Everyone constantly argued on who would be the best driver and stated why they were the best. Lydia tried to tell them to let her drive, but they immediately turned her down. Just because someone crashes into a pole the last time they drove doesn't mean they would do it again.

"Here?"

"Left here."

"Right."

"No, left."

"Right."

"No left, you dumbass."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, right here."

Charles parked the car in front of the home. "Next time I'm driving," Logan stated as they all got out of the car. Lydia groaned as the sun shone onto her face, so she used her hand to shield it away from her and made sure her sun glasses were on right.

"I honestly think I would be the better driver out of the four of us," Lydia told the boys.

"You're still hungover," Logan rolled his eyes. "I'm going to be the one driving." They all walked past a letter box that read 'Maximoff' and to the front door where Lydia noticed scrapings on the door mat. Logan knocked on the door several times before a lady answered it.

"What has he done now?" The woman immediately asked. Of course the group of them looked suspicious. Even Lydia thought that Logan looked like a man in a mafia. "I'll just write you a check for whatever he took."

"He's done nothing wrong," Lydia smiled lightly at the lady.

"We just need to talk to him," Logan finished.

Judie Maximoff sighed and nodded as she let them in. "Peter, the cops are here....again." Judie led the group towards a set of stairs heading down towards the basement and Lydia placed her sun glasses onto the top of her head. "He's just down here. I apologise straight away if he annoys any of you. He can come across like that," she told them.

Lydia smiled lightly at the woman, trying to show her that they were nice people even if Lydia had massive bags under her eyes and looked like she had only just woken up. "Thank you, Ms Maximoff."

She smiled back. "You can call me Judie, it's alright."

The group then walked down the stairs, the smell of teenage boy hitting Lydia's senses at once. She hadn't smelt that scent since the students were back at the school, and when she would be in Alex's room almost 24/7. The group stopped once they reached the bottom and looked around to see a teenage boy with silver hair playing table tennis with himself. But there weren't two versions of him, he was just running at an incredible speed so that he could play with himself.

"I love Pink Floyd," Lydia mumbled under her breath as she noticed the Pink Floyd shirt Peter was wearing. "And I have that shirt."

"What do you guys want?" He asked quickly. "I didn't do anything." Peter then sped onto his couch. "I've been here all day." He smiled cheekily up at them.

"Just relax, Peter. We're not cops," Logan told him.

"Course you're not cops, if you were cops you wouldn't be driving a rental car," Peter shrugged. "And I noticed that you weren't the one driving and heard your argument," Peter nodded towards Lydia, who rose an eyebrow up at him. "Did your license get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?"

Lydia snorted lightly at his attempt of using a pickup line on her, but she couldn't help the small smile that made its way onto her face.

"How'd you know we got a rental car?" Charles asked.

"I checked your registration when you were walking through the door. I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreements. Saw you were from out of town....are you FBI?" Peter sped past Charles whilst taking his wallet. "No, you're not cops. Hey, what's with this 'Gifted Youngsters' place?" He held up the 'Xavier School' card and then tossed it.

"That's an old card," Charles mumbled.

"Well, he's fascinating," Hank smiled.

"He's a pain in the arse," Charles quickly replied.

"What, a teleporter?" Hank asked

"No, he's just fast, but when I knew him he wasn't so....young," Logan said.

"Young? You're just old," Peter was on the couch again, sucking a popsicle.

"This is fucking awesome," Lydia said as she looked around.

"Ooh, a British girl. Hey, beautiful." Lydia turned back towards Peter. "Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?"

"Not you, that's for sure," Lydia said.

He winked in return. "I think there's something wrong with my eyes, because I can't seem to take them off of you."

A small blush rushed across Lydia's cheeks as she shook her head. "That was a good one," she laughed. Peter ran up to Lydia and then grabbed her hand, spinning her around quickly. "I should not have drunken last night," Lydia frowned as she tried to steady herself. "Or the night before."

"Do you believe in love at first sight -- or should I walk by again?" Peter began to walk in an exagerated slow motion past Lydia, sending her another wink before sitting back down on the couch. 

"So you're not afraid to show your powers?" Hank asked.

"Powers? What powers? Why, what are you talking about? Did you see something strange here?" Peter asked to no reply. "Nothing anybody would believe you if you told them."

It was silent for a few seconds, Peter obviously waiting for a shocked or freaked out reaction from the group but came up short as they had all seen weird shit before. Peter sped to another arcade game. "So, who are you and what do you want?"

"We need your help, Peter," Logan said.

"With what?" He asked.

"Breaking into a highly secured facility and getting someone out," Logan told him.

"Prison break? That's illegal you know." Lydia glanced around at all the stolen T.Vs, boxes of food and the arcade machines.

"It's only illegal if you get caught," she replied.

"So, what's in it for me?" Peter asked

"You," Charles began as he rubbed his eyes. "The kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon."

Peter froze, losing the game he was playing as he turned around to face the group. He looked at all of them individually before stopping on Lydia. "How do I know I can trust you?" He asked.

"Because we're just like you," Lydia said.

Charles nudged Lydia. "Show him."

Lydia held her hand up briefly and some of her green magic flew out. It flew towards Peter, who was quick to duck out of the way and then continued to fly around the room until it landed back in the palm of her hand again. Then, Logan held his fist up and everyone watched as these bone like claws came out of his hand.

"Yours was amazing--" Lydia nodded in thanks. "And yours was cool, just disgusting," Peter looked at Logan with a scrunched up face.

"You in?" Lydia asked.

"Hell yeah!" He sped up and quickly got dressed into a silver suit. He stopped in front of Lydia as he placed his goggles onto his head. "Do you have a name or can I call you mine?"

Lydia smiled lightly. "It's Lydia."

"And if you use a pick up line on my sister one more time, I will kill you!" Charles threatened as he pointed his finger at Peter.

Peter looked at him. "Chillax, gramps. I was just having a bit of fun." Peter wiggled his eyebrows at Lydia before speeding off.

The four remaining mutants stood in Peter's basement for a second.

Lydia then looked at Charles. "At least he seems better than Marcus," she told him.

Charles glared at Lydia before turning around. "Let's go."

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