The Blood Phoenix 2: An X-Men: Days of Future Past Fanfiction

Chapter 5: Rescuing Lehnsherr

We pulled up to the house. It was a small house, inhabitable, but not as grand as the Westchester mansion. We got out of the car and immediately Charles and Logan started bickering over Charles' terrible driving, as he had been declared legally paralysed after Cuba and so was a terrible driver as a result.

'Next time I'm driving,' Logan said gruffly.

'Or me,' I spoke up from where I was with Hank, walking up to the house.

'Don't get used to it,' Charles snapped with a joking tone in his voice, speaking to the both of us. Coming up to the front door, Logan knocked on it. It was a few seconds before a tired looking woman came up to the front door. I stepped up next to Charles and Logan.

'Adelaide! Good to see you!'

'Hello, Ms. Maximoff.' Turning to Charles and Logan, she spoke.

'What did he do now? I'll just give you a check for whatever he took.' I chuckled. I knew Peter had a bad habit of stealing things. I just didn't know how bad it was now.

'We just need to talk to him,' Logan spoke. She let us come in and I went through the front door.

'Peter! The cops are here! Again,' she announced tiredly. I chuckled again, as did Hank. As we came through the front hallway, Logan leaned over to me.

'You know Peter's mother?'

'Yeah. A little bit. She let me come over a fair few times when I needed to get out of the house. I often took Charlene here.'

'Your daughter misses you,' he said gently. I wanted to ask him what that meant, but I was too deep in thought and wanting to get this whole Pentagon shit over with to care. We went down into the basement and saw Peter zipping around the room at lightning-fast speed, playing ping-pong.

'What do you guys want? I didn't do anything. I was here all day.' He sat down on the couch.

'Just relax, Peter. We're not cops,' Logan said softly. He glanced from Charles to Hank to Logan. When his eyes finally rested on me, he saw the recognition in my eyes, but said nothing. I merely smiled at him.

'Of course you're not. If you were, you wouldn't be driving a rental car.'

'How did you know we were driving a rental car?' Charles asked.

'I checked your registration when you were walking to the door. I also had some time to kill, so I went through your rental agreement. Saw you were from out of town. Are you FBI?' Suddenly, he used his speed powers to take Charles' wallet. A business card for Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters fell out. 'No, you're not cops. What's with this gifted youngsters place?' Charles picked it up and pocketed both the card and the wallet.

'That's an... old card,' Charles spoke.

'He's fascinating,' Hank said softly.

'I know, right?' I said, smiling from ear to ear.

'He's a pain in the arse,' Charles snapped, his ire clearly being raised by the kid's antics.

'What, a teleporter?' Hank asked.

'No, he's just fast. And when I knew him, he wasn't so... young.'

'Young?' Peter said, looking at the four of us. 'You're just old.' I resisted the urge to not laugh at this. Logan stared at the kid, while I could see that Charles was getting angry. Very. I put my hand on his arm and he relaxed visibly.

'So you're not afraid to show your powers?' Hank asked.

'What powers?' Peter said, sitting down on a chair nearest us, sucking on a lollipop. 'What are you talking about? Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them? So who are you? What do you want?'