I'll Be Okay - Peter Maximoff & David Haller

You're going the Wrong Way

If you enjoy the X-Men legacies you really need to educate yourself on Legion FX. I put the trailer at the top, watch it, then decide to come back to the story so it's clearer to you about the plot. If not, you'll probably be lost about David.

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"So . . . what is it that you do? Why are you here in the middle of the alley anyway?" Peter's mouth clasped shut, these were strangers. He had no idea whether or not he was gonna get murdered but then again, trying to commit suicide was a failure so maybe this encounter would get the job done. Peter looked over at David in the shopping cart and cringed, he seemed like he was constantly afraid of his surroundings, looking over his shoulder almost every five minutes we walked, but he at the same time, he looked so carefree at the same time, smiling at Lenny and Peter occasionally. He couldn't really decipher him, and usually, without the spider he was able to read people's motives pretty decently. He decided he had nothing to lose right now.

"I uh . . . I was an X-Men, sort of. I'm not really the hero type honestly, I mean, I saved others but it didn't help my conscious. I was actually thinking of teaming up with my sister but I don't think she wants me to, anymore. I practically betrayed her." Peter didn't know why he started talking about that, but it felt rude to just ignore Lenny. Plus . . . she didn't all that bad. David just looked . . . scary honestly. Peter didn't know if he was gonna hurt him, or hurt himself, but he knew he couldn't judge those by their looks.

David didn't speak up that much, but when he did, he stuttered and made his voice small. Peter just assumed he was ill or something, I mean, he definitely looked sick. He was paler than him, and his skin held a few sores. His under eyes were heavily sunken in, same with his cheekbones. It made him wonder if David had ever eaten too, but then again, Peter wasn't so good at eating either. Silently, but surely, Peter started to relate to David in the dark. They still walked, wherever they were going, while David happily sat in the grocery cart. Peter was looking at their outfits, seeing David with a leather jacket and striped shirt with jeans, made Peter make a mental note to ask if he liked Pink Floyd.

"Wait, Lenny!" He spoke up frantically, making her stop the cart. "Are we using the vapor tonight?" David's entire body had shifted around to talk to her and Peter could tell he was anxious, but he had no idea of what. Maybe it was just because he was a junkie, or maybe he saw something that someone else couldn't see, maybe even heard something we couldn't hear. I mean, it seemed that way. Peter had friends who had dealt with some of those issues, so he knew a bit more than he let on,

"David, I told you already, we don't have any money." David's head banged against the backside of the cart as he groaned. Peter perked up at the mention of money.

"I . . . I have some cash. A few 20's I think." Peter knew he regretted it the minute he spoke up about it, but . . . maybe he didn't, because that bright smile that lit up on David's face was absolutely worth it. Even though, Peter knew, he was enabling them to buy their drugs. He knew what the vapor was, he had experimented with it in high-school briefly, but then his mother scared him, saying that it could make him slow.

But now, he didn't think to care. To be completely honest, he stopped making an effort for his well-being a long time ago, although he did think about what his father might think of him. That thought immediately was cut off because to hell with them, he never gave a shit before he tried to kill himself anyway. With this, he caught up to Lenny and David. Peter thought to himself, this could become his chosen family, It sounds stupid in his head, but meeting people like this was always something Peter knew was no coincidence, although a part of him was terrified that this could be Striker finding a devious way of getting him back. But now there was a new part of him, this light knowing that this could be the people that could give him the answer. The will to live. Something to look forward to. There was an urge to be around David and, it was exhilarating, this feeling. It seemed forced for some reason, but he knew that he could feel it, so it had to be real.