𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 | ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏˢⁱˡᵛᵉʳ

Metting Peter

I was sitting on my couch when I heard a knock at my door.

"Coming!" I yelled, lazily getting up.

I pulled open the door and saw three men standing there. One looked really nerdy, the one in the middle had a beard and long hair, the last one looked like he wanted to punch someone and was taller than the others.

'How does he know her?' The one in the middle thought.

"I don't know any of you, so whoever this he is, then i dont know him." I answered his question.

"How-" He started to ask.

"Did I know that. Very simple actually. If you're the cops, I didn't take anything." I said walking away from them.

"Skylar we aren't the cops." The other tall man said.

"How do you know my name." I asked.

"It's complicated." He answered.

I walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch, looking up at them.

"If you ain't the cops, then what do you want?" I asked, wondering why these people are in my house.

"We need your help." The tall one answered.

"With what? And who are you?" I asked.

'This girl asks a lot of questions.' The nerdy one thought, staring at me.

"I do ask a lot of questions, now answer them." I responded.

'How does she keep doing that?' Beardy thought.

"Why don't you tell me how I keep doing that." I laughed.

"She can read minds, Charles." Tall dude answered.

They looked at me and I smiled, crossing my legs onto the couch.

"I'm Charles Xavier, this is Hank McCoy," He said pointing to the nerd. "And this is Logan." He finished.

"Okay, what do you want?" I asked.

"We need your help breaking into the pentagon." Charles answered.

I smiled and continued, "How do I know I can trust you?"

Charles put two fingers to his head and stared at me. 'Because we're just like you.' Charles answered through his thoughts. A memory flashed through my mind and I shook it away.

"I trust you." I responded.

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We walked out to their car and I got in the backseat with Hank, while Charles and Logan got in the front seat. We drove for hours until we came to another house. We got out of the car and walked to the front steps. A middle aged women answered the door and sighed when she saw us.

"What's he done now?" She asked us. "I'll just write you a check for whatever he took."

'Damnit Peter!' She thought and I couldn't help but smile.

"We just need to talk to him." Logan explained.

'I doubt he'll listen.' She thought.

"Peter! The cops are here! Again." She called down the stairs.

We walked over the really worn out mat and down the wooden stair case. We saw a blur of grey going across the ping pong table.

"What do you guys want. I didn't do anything, " The blur spoke. "I've been here all day."

We turned around and saw a teenage boy around my age sitting on a couch.

"Just relax Pete, we aren't cops." Logan told him.

"Of course your not cops. If you were cops, you wouldn't be driving a rental car." Peter spoke, very fast.

"How do you know we've got a rental car?" Charles asked.

"I checked your registration when you were walking through the door. I also had some time to kill, so I went through your rental agreements. So, your from out of town? Are you FBI?" He continued to speak very fast.

Peter zoomed over to the ping pong table with Charles wallet in his hands. "Nope, your not cops. Hey what's with this gifted youngsters place?" Peter asked.

He then ran to the other side of the room, dropping Charles wallet. "That's an. . . old card." Charles sighed picking it back up.

"We'll, he's fascinating." Hank said.

"He's a pain in the arse." Charles said.

"What a tellaporter?" Hank asked Logan.

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

"Young? Your just old." We heard from behind us. We turned around and saw Peter back on the couch eating a purple popsicle.

'He's starting to get really annoying.' Charles thought.

"So, your not afraid to show your powers?" I asked, because I knew I was. For certain things.

"Powers, what powers. What are you talking about? Did you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them?" Peter asked. I tried to read his thoughts, but, they were all going way to fast.

Peter ran across the room to an old arcade game, that he obviously stole. "So who are you, what do you want?" He asked us.

"We need your help Peter." Logan explained.

"With what?" Came Peter's next question.

"To break into a highly secured facility and to get someone out." Logan continued.

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

We looked around the room and saw many boxes of junk food, stolen tv's and many other things. 'Thats not the only thing that's illegal.' I thought.

"That's only if you get caught." I explained.

"So, what's in it for me?" Peter asked us.

"You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the pentagon." Charles answered, rubbing his eye.

Peter froze in his seat and turned around to us. "How do I know I can trust you?" He asked.

"Cause, we're just like you." I told him, crossing my arms over my chest and repeating what Charles told me.

"Show him." Charles told Logan.

Logan's hands started to grow these cool but gross claw things out of his knuckles.

"That's cool but it's disgusting." Peter told him.

I got in the back of the car in between Peter and Hank. "So, what's all your names?" Peter asked, looking at me.

"I'm Charles Xavier." Charles spoke first.

"Logan." Logan said over his shoulder.

"I'm, Skylar and this is Hank." I answered Peter.

He smiled and we took off down the road.