SILVER | P. Maximoff [X-MEN]

Ⓧ | Taken

(flashbacks are in italics)

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In a blink of an eye, the speedster stepped onto the already worn down welcome mat. He dragged his feet on the mat before entering, wearing down the mat even more. Being as hyper as the boy always was, his mind was racing. He twisted his fingertips before taking a step forward.

And without any warning, the silver speedster appeared in from of his mother. Startling her, she dropped the glass gripped in her hand that went smashing down on the living room floor. She let out a loud sigh instead of a startled yell.

The silver speedster jumped up and down with delight. "Mom! Mom! Guess what?", the boy said enthusiastically tugging on his mother's sleeve. "What is it Peter?", she sighed. Her face looked unamused.

Peter on the other hand, couldn't stand still. He squirmed like an excited toddler. "I ran around the world." The eleven year old mutant felt proud of his discovery. His feet moved just as fast as his mind and agility did. The boy remembered the strange feeling he got when he first stood at the frame of the front door before appearing at the back door.

Peter remembered that clip of excitement he felt when he watched his quickly shaking hands. He was overwhelmed about what he had just accomplished. However, His mother still seemed unimpressed, "Peter, that doesn't even make sense.", she mumbled.

"Yes it does.", Peter argued. "Everything was so fast, it felt like a quick blur..."

His mother walked away as if she wasn't even pay any attention and then entered the room with another beer in her hand. Peter sighed, she wasn't listening to him. "Yes, Yes. Peter, how interesting.", she mumbled.

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A dull light illuminated the room that he was in. A straight pain ran through his head as he sat up from the cold floor. He had forgotten what had happened. The mutant leaned upwards, sitting with his legs crossed. The room held a cold feeling to it, looking much like a prison with the thick metal bars around him. Peter immediately panicked. Was he in prison? He held his hands towards a heavy collar around his neck, it kept a constant beeping noise. A mutant inhibited collar. "Hey!", his voice echoed through the silent hallways. "Is anyone there?"

His blank memory started to flow back to him. He could remember the team attempting to evacuate the in prisoned mutants at Stryker's faculty and ouch! He saw a bright purple bruise on his arm from the fight. "That's not going away.", he moaned as he sat up, running his hand through his silver hair. He worried on the inside, was he all alone? What happened to the rest of the team?

The steel door on the other side of the large metal bars started to open and out of the shadows crept a familiar face. Stryker. He stood in the empty doorway. If it wasn't for the cage bars and the mutant inhibited collar around his neck, the speedster could've speeded away. "Peter Maximoff.", Stryker greeted. "Or should I say Pietro Maximoff." The boy's mouth became dry from Stryker's words. How? Peter wondered. How could've he possibly known Peter's full name.