Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

~Chapter Two~

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The small group stood in front of a table with a map of the pentagon on it.

"The room they're holding him in was built during the Second World War when there was a shortage of steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and sand, no metal." Hank explained as they looked at the map.

"He's being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building on the planet." Charles added.

"Why is he in there?" Logan asked just as (Y/n) walked out of the room to get something. When she came back she noticed Logan had a look of pure shock. She decided not to pry and ask later.

"This is your plan, not mine." Logan clarified with Charles.

"We don't have any resources to get us in." Hank said.

"Or out." Charles added.

"It's just me, Hank, and (Y/n)." Charles said, making Logan look at (Y/n) before an idea popped into his head.

"I know a guy." Logan said, making everyone look at him.

"Yeah, he'd be a young man now. About a year older than you." Logan said while motioning to (Y/n).

"Grew up outside of DC. He could get in to anywhere. I just don't know how the hell we're gonna find him." Logan said.

"Is Cerebro out of the question?" Hank asked Charles only to get no response. 

"We have a phone book." (Y/n) said before waking to where it was kept.

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Soon all four mutants were in a rental driving through the suburbs near DC. (Y/n) sighed in the back as Charles and Logan argued over where to park.

Finally the group got out of the car in front of a gray house with a black roof.  As they started walking towards the door, (Y/n) noticed the name on the mailbox making her turn to Logan with wide eyes  just as a gust of wind went past them.

Logan just gave her a knowing look before another gust of wind blew past them.

Once they were in front of the door, Logan knocked on it multiple times before a tired woman opened.

"What's he done now? I'll just write you a check for whatever he took." The woman tried to say before Logan cut her off.

"We just need to talk to him." Logan said. The woman nodded her head before letting them in. As she walked in (Y/n) noticed what looked like burn marks on the welcome mat.

"Peter, the cops are here- again." The woman yelled into the house with a sigh.

With that the group made their way down towards the basement. There they found a young man with silver hair playing ping pong.... by himself.

"What do you guys want? I didn't do anything." Peter asked as he continued to play ping pong.

"I've been here all day." Peter suddenly said from the couch behind everyone, making Hank, Charles, and (Y/n) jump. Logan just calmly turned around as if already used to this.

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

"Of course you're not cops. If you were cops, you wouldn't be driving a rental car." Peter responded.

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

"I checked your registration when you got here. I also had some time to kill, so I went through your rental agreement and saw you're from out of town. Are you FBI?" Peter asked.

Peter then quickly appeared behind everyone with Charles' wallet in his hand.

"Nope, you're not cops. Hey, what's with this gifted youngsters place?" Peter asked as he looked at the old card Charles had in his wallet.

"That's an... old card." Charles said.

"He's fascinating." Hank said.

"He's a pain in the arse." Charles added.

"What, a teleporter?" Hank asked Logan.

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

"Young? You're just old." Peter said as he sat on his couch again with an ice cream.

"So you're not afraid to show your powers?" (Y/n) asked.

"Powers? What powers? What are you talking about." Peter asked before he finished his ice cream.

"Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them." Peter said with a small smirk as he locked eyes with (Y/n). Peter had to admit this girl, who could possibly be FBI, was cute.

"And what's so interesting about my mailbox?" Peter asked (Y/n) and Logan.

"She likes the colors. She's thinking about making hers like that in the future." Logan said with a smirk, earning a glare from (Y/n).

"Uh-hu." Peter said, not fully believing them. He then appeared in front of an old arcade game and started playing.

"So, who are you, and what do you want?" Peter asked as he continued to play.

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

"For what?" asked Peter.

"To break into a highly secured facility and to get someone out." Logan explained.

"Prison break? That's illegal, you know." Peter said with a smirk. Meanwhile the four mutants behind him looked around at the suspicious amount of new TVs, radios and so much more that littered the basement.

"Well only if you get caught?" (Y/n) added with her own smirk. Oh, now Peter really liked her.

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

"You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon." Charles said, making Peter freeze before turning to the group.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Peter asked.

"Cause we're just like you." Logan responded before he showed Peter his claws. What none of the men had noticed was that (Y/n) had turned invisible as was currently making her way towards the wall of Twinkie packets.

"That's cool, but it's disgusting." Peter said as he scrunched his face.

Two seconds later everyone's attention was brought to the flying Twinkie in the air. (Y/n) suddenly became visible with the Twinkie in her hand and her mouth full of another. She quickly swallowed before speaking.

"What. I was hungry. He has enough." (Y/n) said while motioning towards the wall of boxes. 

Shit, Peter really really liked her.

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