time eternal.

five.

. chapter five

The flight to Washington D.C. was short, but that didn't save August from the stares received from Charles, and occasionally Hank when she sat in the cockpit for a while. The kiss she shared with Charles never left her mind, and although she hoped that somehow it would bring back memories, it didn't, but that didn't mean that August regretted it. No, it was quite the opposite. Despite the fact that Charles tasted of alcohol and it was most likely done in a drunken slur, August felt that it was special.

The ride from the car rental was even more awkward than the flight. She had to sit next to Hank in the back while Charles drove and Logan navigated. Hank didn't do much, and that's what bothered her. August had to sit there for an hour and listen to the two in the front bickering back and forth. Hank tried to make conversation with her a few times, but he kept bringing up the past; the past August doesn't remember being a part of.

Soon enough, Charles pulled up in front of a house. August was the first one to get out, relieved to finally be free from being trapped in a vehicle with men.

As she walked up the pathway, she felt a small breeze blow by. She looked around, but there was no wind. Another breeze, but this time she felt something quickly brush against her bottom. She jumped, shocked by the feeling, earning odd looks from Logan as he pushed by.

August shook it off, thinking that it was nothing, and followed the men to the front door.

Logan knocks on the door, and the sound of locks clicking could be heard from the other side. August's brows rose in shock at how many locks were apparently on the door.

A woman in her late thirties or early forties swung the door open, looking exasperated up at the four of them.

"What's he done now? I'll just write you a check for whatever he took," the woman said.

"We just need to talk to him," Logan assured.

She nodded, opening the door to let them inside. "Peter, the cops are here! Again."

August's green eyes scanned the modern family house. She spotted a little girl in a tiara prancing around in the kitchen. She stared at the girl for a moment, trying to remember the details of her childhood.

August soon snapped out of her daze as Logan nudged her shoulder to get her to keep moving. They made their way down the staircase and to the basement, where the faint sound of table tennis could be heard.

Once they reached the basement, they all watched as a teenage boy sped back and forth around the green table, playing a match of table tennis with himself. All August could see from him was his silver hair, though even that was a blur due to his speed.

"What do you guys want? I didn't do anything," the young boy, presumably Peter, said. He flashed over to the couch, sitting and looking up at the four. He sent a smirk and wink at August, who blushed at the forward exchange. "I've been here all day."

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

"Of course you're not," Peter spoke as fast as he could move. "If you were, you wouldn't be driving a rental car."

"How did you know we've got a rental car?" Charles questioned.

"I checked your registration when you were walking to the door," Peter replied. "I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreement, saw you were from out of town. Are you FBI?" Peter quickly pit pocketed Charles, looking through his wallet. "No, you're not cops. And I may or may not have had time to check out the fine specimen."

Charles growled and snatched his wallet back from the pesky teen. He was obviously getting annoyed incredibly fast.

August clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, coming to realize the feeling she felt on the way in was Peter.

"Oh, you're smooth, you are," she smirked, earning the same look back from him. Charles looked confused between the two. "Bit of a coquette, huh?"

"If you want, sure," he winked at August, sending red to Charles' cheeks.

"What, a teleporter?" Hank asked Logan, completely amazed by Peter's mutation.

"No, just fast. Only when I knew him, he wasn't so...young."

"Young? You're just old," Peter retaliated.

"So you're not afraid to show your powers?" Hank asked Peter.

"What powers? What're you talking about? Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them?" Peter smirked playfully. Using his mutation, he quickly goes over to the arcade game and begins playing. "So, who are you? What do you want?"

"We need your help, Peter," August said, making the young boy smirk once again.

"Whatever you'd like, lovely," he replied coolly.

"Oi," Charles warned quietly, earning a look from Hank.

"We need you to break into a highly secured facility, and to get someone out," Logan said.

"Prison break? That's illegal, you know," Peter taunted.

"Only if you get caught," August smiled.

"How do I know I can trust you?" he asked, turning to face the mysterious four.

"Because we're just like you," Logan responded.

"Show him," August motioned to Logan to show Peter his mutation. Slowly, the bone-like claws inched their way out of Logan's clenched fist, making disgusting crunching sounds as they settled to a stop.

"That's cool, buts it's disgusting," Peter grimaced, glancing over at August, who seemed to be the one he would warm up to rather quickly. She sent him a smile, which he returned, to let them know that he was in.

Happy New Year's Eve!

- Mikayla x.