𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 -and lost just as many reasons to keep going.
Natalie Parker, once hidden in the shadows of history, is a mutant unlike any other. Bound to the earth by blood and power, her touch coaxes life from st...
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"speedy"
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The drive to Peter Maximoff's house was a disaster.
"Here?"
"Left."
"Right!"
"No, left!"
"Right, you dumbass!"
"Are you sure?!"
"Yes! Right here!"
Charles slammed the car into park in front of a modest suburban home. Silence fell.
"Next time I'm driving," Logan growled, stepping out.
Natalie adjusted her sunglasses and smiled as sunlight warmed her face. "Honestly, I think I'm the best driver out of all of you."
"Debatable," Hank muttered, trailing behind her.
They passed a mailbox labelled Maximoff and headed up the front path. Natalie's eyes caught the worn welcome mat and the scratch marks across it. Logan knocked.
A tired-looking woman answered. "What's he stolen this time?"
"We're not here for that," Natalie said with a smile, slipping off her sunnies. "We just want to talk."
The woman sighed. "Peter, the cops are here again!"
She gestured them inside and led them downstairs. The unmistakable smell of teenage boy hit them like a wall.
Peter Maximoff was a blur, playing ping pong against himself. Silver jacket, Pink Floyd tee, goggles in his wild silver hair. Definitely no older than seventeen.
"What do you guys want?" he asked, zooming to the couch. "Didn't do anything. Been here all day."
"Relax, Peter. We're not cops," Logan said.
"Obviously not. Cops don't rent Hyundais," Peter snorted. "Heard your argument from the driveway. Sad."
Charles blinked. "How'd you—?"
"Checked your rego and rental agreement while you were walking up. Boring stuff. Are you FBI?" In a blink, Peter had Charles' wallet. "Nope. But hey—'Gifted Youngsters'?" He held up an old Xavier School card and tossed it.
"That's outdated," Charles muttered.
Hank grinned. "He's fascinating."
"He's a pain in my arse," Charles corrected.
"I'm loving this," Natalie laughed.
"What, the teleporting?" Hank asked.
"He's not teleporting," Logan said. "Just fast. When I knew him, he wasn't so... young."
