Saving Peter Maximoff

Chapter Eight- Suit Up

Ororo stared at herself in the mirror. The jumpsuit Hank had made her fitted perfectly, and was specially engineered to suit her capabilities. It was deep blue, with a white cape that shimmered when she moved and reminded her of dancing snowflakes. It wouldn't crack when she used ice powers- as some of her other clothing had done (a story for another time, needless to say, the principal was not pleased). She smiled to herself. It was perfect.

Turning round, she watched as Jean marvelled at her own suit. It was a light blue, with amber tendrils running up the sides, like flames, the same colour as her hair. They locked eyes, and Jean grinned. She turned away, and had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing at the sight before her.

Kurt was struggling to free his tail from his suit, reaching behind him in a desperate attempt to push it through the slit Hank had given him. He looked distressed, his midnight blue suit contrasting with the white smoke effect that seemed to drift across his body.

Scott jogged over to help, freeing Kurt's tail. He simply nodded his welcome, the vivid blue of his suit portraying his lighthearted nature. He had a new visor, golden with a strip of red across the front. His suit was plain, at a request from Scott- it looked like the one his brother had worn.

Ororo's eyes drifted round the room, finally setting on Peter. She admired his suit, the simple design of it that seemed to stand out more than a fancy pattern could do. It was a deep blue, so dark it was almost black, with white electricity licking up his arms and legs. He was fidgeting, his hands expelling his nervous energy. Ororo's heart constricted, saddened to see her friend so worried. She caught his eye, and smiled slightly.

Not long now, she conveyed with her eyes. She'll be home soon. Peter nodded slightly, his stature becoming more tense, more determined.

Hank came through the door, pausing momentarily to cast an analytical eye over their suits. He nodded to himself, seemingly satisfied, before climbing into the cockpit of their jet. Raven followed, the two wearing identical flight suits, and sat in the copilot's chair. Erik strode in, wearing his usual suit, his red cape billowing behind him. He jerked his head towards the jet, and the X-Men followed, pulling themselves inside.

There were two rows of seats inside the plane, similar to the one they flew in to face Apocalypse. They strapped themselves in, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. The plane shuddered as it took off, speeding through the sky.

Jean reached over and gave Peter's hand a reassuring squeeze, but he didn't seem to notice. His eyes were glazed over and dull, his body unnaturally still. He was hot to the touch, but every now and then a shiver would rack his body. Scott frowned.

"Pete?" he waved his hand in front of his friend's face, his voice loud in the silence. "Are you okay?" Peter muttered incoherently. Ororo was unfazed- she'd seen a few of the weird side effects Peter experiences from being separated from his sister, this was hardly supposed. Jean leant over to try and catch what he was saying. She looked confused, her eyebrows drawn together as she concentrated.

"What is it?" Kurt asked. Jean just shook her head.

"It's nonsense..." she glanced up. "He just keeps saying 'nine sixteen'." She held his hand tightly, concern lining her features.

"What's nine sixteen?" Ororo asked. Jean shrugged, her eyes never leaving her friend's face.

"How should I know? I'm not psychic- oh no, wait, yes I am. But that's not the point. I don't-" she was cut off as Raven's voice crackled through the intercom.

"Guys, what's going on back there?"

"It's nothing," Ororo replied quickly, glancing firmly at the others. "We're just a little nervous, is all."

"You'll be fine," Hank's voice was calm and reassuring.

"Thanks. We're fine, really," Jean answered. They waited in silence for a few minutes, before Scott scowled.

"What are you guys doing?" he hissed.

"I don't think this is normal," the telepath exclaimed, gesturing to Peter. Scott rolled his eyes.

"No shit!" he retorted.

"What I mean is that I think it's his and Wanda's sibling bond," Jean elaborated. Kurt frowned.

"Their what?" he asked, confusion lacing his voice.

"Their sibling bond," Ororo answered, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Didn't you listen?"

"Listen to what?" Scott sounded more and more exasperated.

"Basically, because Pete and Wanda are twins, and both mutants, they share some kind of bond. They feel what the other person is feeling, know when the other is in trouble, sense when they are near."

"So, he can sense Wanda then?" Kurt clarified. "Then does that mean-" Peter spoke, for the first time on the trip, apart from his muttering. The two words cut Kurt off, sharp and emotionless.

"We're here."

A/N: Sorry that was so short! I just wanted to have an update ready for you guys. I hope you're enjoying it! Please don't forget to vote and comment- your thoughts are always welcome!

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