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We had soon arrived, and the man I would now know as Logan argued with Charles for a moment or so. Before we stepped out and made out way up to the doorstep. I looked around, it was a regular suburban home. The black mailbox had 'Maximoff' spelled out in white letters. I looked down at the beige welcome Matt. It was covered in Marks, as if someone Tokyo-Drifted over this thing about a thousand times.
Logan would knock at the glass panes of the door. And middle aged woman would answer.
"What's he done now? I just write you a check for whatever he took." She frowned speaking in an exhausted tone upon seeing us.
"We just need to talk to him." Logan nodded.
She lets us inside, yelling to the boy. "Peter! The cops are here. Again."
We make our way down to the basement, as a young girl watched us from the livening room. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs. We spotted a boy about my age playing ping pong. With himself... (PLAYING PING PONG, NASTY MOFOS) He was average height with medium length silver hair.
"What do you guys want? I didn't do anything." He appeared on the couch behind Charles a gust of wind separating him and Hank "I've been here all day."
Logan sighed "Just relax, Peter. We're not Cops."
The boy added "Of course you're not. If you were, you wouldn't be driving a rental car." He spoke rapidly.
Charles rose a brow "How did you know we've got a rental car-"
She boy interrupted "I checked your registration when you were walking to the door. I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreement. Saw you were from out of town. Are you FBI?" The boy shifted and appeared to swipe Charles's wallet "No, you're not cops. Hey, what's with his gifted youngsters place?" He dropped Charles wallet and card on the ping pong table.
Charles looked around for a sec swiping up his wallet and card."That's an.. old card."
Hank smiled "He's fascinating."
Charles growled "He's a pain in the arse."
For once I agreed with him...
Hank looked to Logan "What, a teleporter?"
Logan shook his head "No, he just fast. And when I knew him he wasn't so... young."
He appeared in another chair.
"Young? You're just old." He paused "Well, except for her of course." He spoke in an almost flirtatious tone.
I furrowed my brows in annoyance.
Hank added "So you're not afraid to show your powers?"
The boy played dumb "What powers? What are you talking about? Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them." He quickly ran over to his pong machine "So, who are you? What do you want?"
Of which was much quicker than a regular arcade pong machine would be. It almost impressed me he could play that fast.
Logan looked over to him "We need your help, Peter."
The boy spoke focused on playing "For what?"
"To break into a highly secured facility... and to get someone out."
"Prison break? That's illegal, you know." He smirked
Logan looked around at the many things that he had stolen, well now I see why Logan chose this kid to help.
"Um...Well, only if you get caught."
"So, what's in it for me?"
Charles chimed in "You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon." This peaks the boys interest he turns to us.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Because we're just like you." Logan adds
Charles nods "Show him."
Logan raises his hand, bawling it into a fist. Three boney claws came sprouting from his knuckles.
The boy gave him a grossed-out look, "That's cool, but it's disgusting."
(I hate myself for staying up to 2 am to write this ;-;)
