𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 (X-Men ~ Peter Maximoff)

A Bonny Wee Trip Hame

It was the June of nineteen seventy seven, a few weeks after graduation, and Jennifer was lounging against Peter in the living room while they watched reruns of Scooby-Doo. They had spent the past week like this, just basking in the company of each other. It was nice to just relax for a while like they used to when they were younger, without the weight of responsibility or stress pressing down on them.

Laura came in from her morning shift with mail in hand, flicking through them and tossing the only letter not addressed to her at Jennifer before continuing into the kitchen silently. Without changing her position on the couch, Jennifer lifted the letter from where it had landed on her stomach and observed it.

It wasn't unheard of for Jennifer to receive mail, especially with the university insistently billing her for tuition, but those letters didn't look like this. The white envelope was heavily decorated in stamps, each with a different colour and symbol. There were more stamps present on this tiny letter than had been on the letter from Scotland informing her of her mothers death. Whoever had sent this wasn't nearby that's for sure. 

Tearing the seal on the envelop, Jennifer pulled the single piece of paper out of it, unfolding it to see what it said. The answer was not much. There was only a single line of writing in black ink, cutting across the centre of the page in block capitals. 

63 DEAN PATH, EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND, EH4 3AT. 19TH JUNE 15:00

Somewhat (completely) confused, Jennifer angled the letter so Peter could read it. When he did, he copied her frown. He peered at the back of the letter then the envelop, trying to find and name or a return address. There was nothing.

"Do you recognise the writing?," he asked.

Jennifer shook her head. No one she knew wrote in all capital letters, not like she actively examined people as they wrote. None of it made sense. Why would someone send a letter from halfway around the world just to leave an address and no name? Not just was it weird, but it was also insanely dodgy. Only criminals or people wanting to remain hidden sent word of a meeting place and a time. Usually though, the meeting place was a bar or empty warehouse on the edge of town, not on another continent.

 The strange thing was how close the address written to her old home. She had walked down Dean Path once or twice, taking the route along the river on sunny spring days. It was a twenty minute walk from the house she grew up in. But she didn't know who lived there, or what house 63 looked like. Maybe its wasn't a house, it could be a café or a shop.

The slip of paper haunted Jennifer for the rest of the day. Who sent it and more importantly, why? She had half a mind to phone Charles and see if he could work anything out about it, but something warned her against it. If the person who sent the letter wanted to remain anonymous then Jennifer supposed it was for good reason. But was she seriously going to go along with it?

It would cost over a months worth of wages to afford a flight, and although she didn't have much to save for at the moment, it seemed like a bad choice to spend all that money to go to a mysterious meet up - if whoever sent the letter even showed up. And if they did, it might not be a friendly encounter. For all she knew this could be bait, someone like Trask or Striker trying to capture her for some sick kind of experiments. 

But then again, it wouldn't be a complete loss if it was just a prank or a stand up. Jennifer had been intending to go back home for years, maybe this was her sign to do so. Leaving the country purely because of an address on a piece of mail was ridiculous and mad, but going back to your home country was completely understandable, even if the thing that pushed you to do it was that same piece of mail.