Nightsilver Oneshots

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"Duck!"

As the words left Hank's mouth, Peter ducking while Kurt looked around wildly.

As Peter noticed this, he, in a blink of an eye, had Kurt down beside him on the ground with him, gunshots ringing out almost as soon as Kurt and Peter touched it.

"He said 'duck' you idiot!" Peter whisper-shouted, staring him straight in the eye laying on his stomach with his arm wrapped around Kurt in a grip.

Charles and Erik had sent the four of them- Alex, Hank, Peter, and Kurt- to a bunker, believing that mutants were being kept in confinement.

None were.

Instead they all are being shot at by your standard typical assholes with shotguns.

"Sorry!" Kurt said back just as loud.

Peter sighed, shaking his head, while Hank, beside them both with Alex in a death grip, slowly looked around over the edge, while keeping Alex in their original position.

"Four. More on the way by the looks of it."

"Fuck."

Peter sighed, standing up slightly. He looked at the positions of the four- five, now- guys.

"When I see now, grab on to me as tight as you can." he whispered in a tone that meant he was serious.

He slowly stood up, not enough for the guys to get a good aim on him from their positions, but enough for him to crouch so he could start running.

"Now!" he whisper-shouted, a d then they were all going towards the mansion.