chapter ten • 10
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"speedy"

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The drive to Peter Maximoff's house was a nightmare. Everyone constantly argued who the best driver was and stated why they should have been the one to drive.

"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 said as they all got out of the car. Natalie made sure her sunnies were on right and smiled as the sun hit her face.

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

They walked past a letter box that read 'Maximoff'. They walked up the path to the front door and Natalie noticed the scrapings on the door mat. Logan knocked on the door several times until a lady opened it.

"What has he done now?" The lady asked. Of course they look pretty suspicious. "I'll just write you a check for whatever he took."

"He's done nothing wrong," Natalie smiled at the lady, as she took her sunnies off. "We just need to talk to him,"

The lady sighed and nodded as she let us in. "Peter, the cops are here - again."

She led us towards a set of stairs heading towards the basement and Natalie placed her sunnies onto her head. They walked downstairs, the smell of teenage boy hitting their senses at once. They looked around to see the teenager with silver hair playing ping pong with himself. He was wearing a silver jacket with a Pink Floyd band t-shirt. But there wasn't two versions of him, he was just running at an incredible speed. He couldn't be any older than seventeen.

"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." Peter smiled up at the group.

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

"Course you're not cops, if you were cops you wouldn't drive a rental car," Peter shrugged. "And I noticed that you weren't the one driving and heard your argument,"

"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?" Peter 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.

"I am loving this," Natalie chuckled.

"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 an ice block.

"This is awesome," Natalie smiled as she looked around.

"You're cute," Peter whizzed up in front of Natalie. "So you think I'm awesome hey?" He cheekily smiled.

Natalie chuckled, "Yes, yes I do." she smiled.

"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? 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 out of us, but came up short as we have seen weird things before. Peter sped to another arcade game. "So, who are you and what do you want?" Peter asked.

"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," You could hear the smirk in his voice. Natalie glanced around at all the stolen T.Vs, boxes of food and the arcade machines.

"It's only illegal if you get caught," Natalie smiled.

"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 the group.

He looked at all of the group individually, stopping on Natalie. "How do I know I can trust you?" He asked.

"Because we're just like you," Logan said. Natalie crossed her arms against her chest.

"Show him," Charles said.

Natalie held her hand up briefly she formed a small vine in the palm of her hand and a daisy grew. Then, Logan held his fist up and we watched as these bone like claws came out of his hand.

"Your's was amazing," Natalie nodded in thanks. "It's cool, just disgusting," Peter looked at Logan with a scrunched up face.

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For the plan, Hank was to play tourist, Peter was going to pretend to be an officer, he was going to obtain Erik and meet Logan, Charles and Natalie in the kitchen. It was a simple enough plan, one that they will be able to do with Peter.

As the group of tourists flooded the hall, Logan, Charles and Natalie sneakily and quickly took a turn downstairs and threw their passes in the bin. Hank was instructed to tune the security footage to the broadcasting network, so they could reach the kitchen safely. Then within a couple of minutes, the sprinklers went off and they all immediately got drenched.

They walked to the kitchen. "Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls, this a code red situation, we are evacuating the entire floor, so we could uh" Charles stuttered as they encountered two security guards. "So uh, my associates and I can secure the prison."

"Who are you?" One guard asked.

"We are uh, Special Operation, C B D I F C," He stuttered. Natalie sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm not sure you heard me the first time. It is imperative that we lock down the current situation –"

Logan groaned then knocked one guy out and grabbed a fry pan hit the other in the head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you finished?" Logan sarcastically asked.

Natalie scoffed and grabbed one of the security guy's keys and placed it in the lock.

"Sorry, I'm just not very good with violence," Charles spoke while walking up to the elevator door. Then the elevator opened and Peter and Erik were there.

"Charles?" Erik asked with a confused look, immediately Charles punched him in the face. Natalie gasped and scoffed. Charles held his hand and grunted in pain. Erik was on the floor, Natalie couldn't help but help the man up. He smiled at her.

"Good to see you too, old friend. And walking!" Erik rubbed his face.

"No thanks to you," Charles spat.

"You were the last person I expected to see here today," Erik spoke.

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to. If we get out of here today, we do it my way. No killing."

"No helmet. I couldn't disobey even If I wanted." Erik smirked.

"I am never, getting inside that head again. I need your word, Erik." Charles in formed.

He nodded and the sound of doors slamming opened caused the group to turn around.

"Nobody move!" One guard yelled. They all had plastic guns aimed at them.

"Hold it right there!" Another yelled. There were many of them.

"Charles," Erik asked. Freeze them Charles"

"I can't"

Suddenly all the metal started to shake and lift in the air.

"Noo –"Charles yelled putting a hand on Erik.

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Then all of a sudden, bullets flew right past and all the guards either slipped, punched each other or themselves. Then they all fell unconscious. All four of them stood dumb-founded. Peter stood at the other side of the room. Natalie scoffed and smiled at him. They made their way over towards him, Charles, Erik and Logan left the room. Natalie walked up to him.

"You amaze me, kid," She smiled.

He had a wide grin on his face and placed his goggles back on his head, and they turned around and left.

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