That’s Illegal Ya Know?
Peter was restless but that wasn’t unusual, he had been restless since his powers first manifested. So he sat in his basement playing Pong when he heard his mom talking to some cops. Interest peaked, he dashed out of the basement before they could see him and rifled through their car. He spent some time going through their suitcases making a face at a hideous paisley shirt before he made it to the glove compartment and found what he wanted. Cops wouldn’t be driving a rental car, whoever these guys were they weren’t cops.
He made it back to his game of pong just as the men opened the basement door. He schooled a bored expression on his face. He was curious as to what these cop impersonators wanted with a fifteen year old klepto. He didn’t think information had gotten out too far about his mutation but he could be wrong. He hoped he wasn’t wrong.
He began playing ping pong with himself at top speed, he wanted to make sure they knew that they couldn’t fuck with him easily. He also wouldn’t allow anyone to intimidate his mama. His dad had gotten framed and wasn’t there to do it so Peter and Wanda had taken it upon themselves to take care of their mama. Magda Maximoff had been through enough shit in her life. He may drive her crazy with his stealing and hyperactive behavior but nobody else was allowed to do that.
They also had to be careful that little Lorna’s powers weren’t discovered. She had inherited Erik’s magnetism and he was a well known mutant. Who knows what his enemies would do if they found out he had a family.
“I didn’t do anything, I've been here all day” he spouted to the men before dashing to the sofa.
“Relax Peter were not cops” the dude with the mutton chops barked and Peter took in the other two men. It looked like a biker, a druggy, and a big old nerd. Obviously not cops he thought to himself. That was either a very good thing or a very very bad thing.
“Oh I know you’re not cops, cops don’t drive rental cars” He smirked and the one who looked like he was on drugs started rambling.
“How did you know we are driving a rental car?” He asked, sounding spaced out.
“Oh I checked your rental agreement as you were walking through the door. I also had some time to kill and went through your rental agreement and saw you were from out of town. What are you FBI?” He rambled before dashing over to the druggy and snatching his wallet. His name was apparently Charles Xavier, who owned a gifted youngster school.
“What’s this Gifted Youngsters place? You guys are definitely not cops,” he asked before allowing Charles, apparently, to snatch his wallet back. He ran back to the pong machine and pretended to be disinterested.
“Well he’s fascinating” the nerdy one said causing Peter's lip to curl downward. He had been taught by his Vati from a young age to be Leary of doctors and scientists. Erik had seen what was done not only to himself in the camps but to twins in general. Doctors wouldn’t hesitate to use you for their own ends if they thought you were special.
“Fascinating? He’s a pain in the arse,” Charles muttered shoving his wallet back into his pocket, this made Peter smirk.
“Is he a teleporter?” Nerdy guy asked chops and Peter smiled proudly, he liked being so fast people thought he was teleporting.
“No, just fast but when I knew him he wasn’t so…..young” Mutton chops explained. Peter didn’t like the sound of that, they were definitely here because of his powers. He shot a look at the old frame holding a picture of his Vati holding both him and Wanda. He wished now more than ever that his Vati wasn’t locked away. His dad always knew what to do in bad situations.
“Young? You're just old,” he smiled, hiding his fear and apprehension.
“So you're not afraid to show your powers?” Nerdy guy asked again. Chops seemed to know him which was bothersome since Peter didn’t know him from Adam.
“Powers? What Powers? You see something strange here? Nothing nobody would believe anyway,” he smirked, taking a bite of his popsicle.
“So who are you? What do you want?” He has an edge to his voice now, he wouldn’t let anyone exploit his family.
“We need your help Peter, to break into a highly secure facility and break someone out” Mutton Chops said and Peter could help a glance at his frame. His mind became a whirlwind of hope. Maybe if he did this they might help him get his Vati out. His dad didn’t deserve to rot under the pentagon for a crime he didn’t commit. He hadn’t even gotten to meet his youngest daughter Lorna.
“Prison break huh? That’s illegal you know,” He asked, his smirk growing. He was fully aware that they could see all of his stolen goods in the basement. Not that petty theft was anywhere close to a prison break but it certainly showed he held no fond love for society’s rules and regulations.
“Only if you get caught” mutton chops said.
“What’s in it for me?” He asked fully ready to bargain to get his dad out of the joint.
“You, you little kleptomaniac, get to break into the pentagon,” his eyes went wide. These guys had to know his dad and were probably his friends. He definitely needed to keep that under wraps , his dad would not be happy if he found out he was doing illegal stuff and drawing attention to himself at only fifteen. Hell he kind of felt sorry for them because they would have to listen to an Erik Lehnsherr lecture. He needs to test them first before he agreed though.
“How do I know I can trust you?” Peter asked with narrowed eyes.
“Because we're just like you” mutton chops said and Peter felt a bit of relief. He needed to see that they were mutants first especially since it would be hard to verify them through his aunt Raven.
“Show him” Charles said and he watched in disgusted fascination as bone claws shot through his knuckles. They were definitely legit, they were too raggedy to be part of a government team.
“That’s cool... but that’s disgusting” He said pulling a face and mutton chops sent him a deadpan look.
“So when do we leave and who are we breaking out?” he asked, crossing the room to eat a Twinkie. He knew in his heart it was his dad but he needed to hear it for themselves.
“He is a mutant who can control metal. We need his help to save my sister Raven.” Peter couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. If his aunt Ray was in trouble he would be helping even if it wasn’t his Vati they were busting out.
“When do we leave?” He was pumped to do what they needed him to do.
***
Later on in the car seated beside The nerdy guy he knew was called Hank, he was going stir crazy. The guy Charles was a super slow driver, he insisted on going the speed limit no matter how many times Peter asked him to step on it. Which was super lame if you asked him.
Hank was also starting to become annoyed with the silver speedster. He was looking less and less fascinating as the car ride went on. Peter was getting nervous on top of his restless as they started to get closer and closer to the pentagon. He began running senarios through his mind.
What would his dad think of him? Would he be proud of Peter, probably not. He wanted to impress his father but how do you do that as a rebellious teenager who stresses his mom out too much. Five year olds are easy to be proud of, fifteen year olds are harder. His mother always made sure to tell them how much their father would be proud of them.
He had been excited when Lorna was born with a little tuft of green hair on the top of her head. He thought maybe his parents were going to be getting back together. His mom was quick to dispel this idea though. She had told the twins that her and Vati had wanted another baby and they already knew each other. He was grossed out now thinking about his divorced parents just hooking up. Lorna was a great baby sister though and totally worth the intrusive thoughts.
“How much longer” he decided to whine and a collective groan went around the car. He was surprised it had surely been like 20 minutes since he last asked.
“Bloody hell, we're exactly one minute closer than we were the last time you asked” Charles grunted, sounding exasperated. Peter had the decency to look sheepish, time moved a lot slower for Peter than the rest of the world. It’s why he was able to graduate school already, it wasn’t that he was some kid genius like everyone thought. Peter could do an entire years worth of assignments in a day with no issues. School was torture that’s why he had tried to get out of it as soon as possible. His mother, sister, and teachers alike had been incredibly disappointed that he had no interest in going to college.
“Sorry time moves slower for me?” He mumbled and fought to sit still. He just wanted to see his Vati; he was both nervous and excited.
“Lay off the kid Charles” Logan grunted and Peter felt thankful for the support. Vati had always been able to calm him down he would tell him stories of the adventures he went on until Peter would be lured to sleep as a child. Mama had tried but her stories weren’t as good, vati’s were better because they were true.
Peter had cried for days after aunt Raven had showed up to tell them what happened. He had been sick, he had always thought that his father would be there. Peter wailed like a banshee and Wanda had withdrawn into herself the exact opposite of him. Then they had gotten better for a while until it came time for their first Hanukkah without Vati and then the first Seder. The only light was that they would soon have a new sibiling. A sibiling that Vati wouldn’t be able to love like he had loved the twins.
Peter hadn’t noticed that he was slipping into sleep until he was shaken awake by Hank. They were there parked by the pentagon. It was go time and he was ready to see his Vati again.