New Divide

New Divide: 58

"Here, here, here." Logan repeated growing more impatient with each time he said that one word.
"Where?" Was Charles's simple yet slightly humoured sounding response.
"Just up here. Just up here!" Logan exclaimed.
Admittedly sitting in the back of the car, it was rather amusing to watch the slightly bad direction skills given by Logan. Margo slouched in the seat with her arms crossed looking at the quaint little suburban houses which suddenly surrounded them.
"Alright, alright, alright!" Charles rather quickly replied casually while the car swerved quickly to the right. It had to be said his driving skills where a little less than to be desired. He hadn't gone out of the manor in so many months, let alone drive. Sure he still remembered how to, but that didn't mean his road safety was up to check.
"Next time I'm driving, alright? Don't get used to it." Logan replied while climbing out of the car and sending a look to Charles as he too, along with Hank and Margo, stepped out of the vehicle and took to walking up the paved path to the front door.
Logan reached up and knocked swiftly on the door. Knocking a second time he stepped back slightly when the door was finally opened and a woman with brown eyes and tied back brown hair looked out at them.
"What has he done now?" She asked heavily, clearly thinking that something was wrong. "I'll just write you a check for whatever he took."
"We just need to talk to him." Logan replied honestly.
The woman sighed and looked over her shoulder. "Peter! The cops are here, again!"
Walking down a set of stairs they slowly made their way down into the basement where the repetitive sounds of impact against wood could be heard. It wasn't until they all stepped foot into the room that they saw a silver haired teenage boy playing table tennis with himself. Being a motion blur from one side to the other he didn't even spare them a glance as he concentrated on his game.
"What do you guys want? I didn't do anything." He disappeared from the table tennis and appeared suddenly behind them lounging on the couch with his legs outstretched and arms behind his head. "I've been here all day."
"Just relax Peter, we're not cops." Logan said while looking the teenager over.
"Of course you're not cops, if you were cops you wouldn't drive a rental car." Peter shrugged while looking over them all.
"How did you know we've got a rental car?" Charles asked sounding both interested and confused.
"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. Saw you were from out of town, are you FBI?" Peter said quickly while disappearing from the couch and appearing behind Charles. "Hey, what's up with this sketchy place?" Peter asked while going through Charles's wallet.
Patting his pockets he turned and looked to where his wallet fell to the floor. "That's an old card." Charles responded while walking over to collect his stolen possession.
"Well, he's fascinating." Hank said with a small smile.
"He's a pain in the ass." Charles said simply.
"Says you," Margo replied while rocking her heels.
"Do you mind?" Charles smirked at her, she simply shrugged and held her hands up in defeat, yet she still stood smiling contently.
"What, a teleporter?" Hank looked past Charles and Margo and looked to Logan.
"No, he's just fast. But when I knew him, he wasn't so young." Logan explained with a sigh.
"Young? You're just old." Peter appeared in a chair behind them and looked up at them as they turned to look at him. He sat finishing off a popsicle while they all looked at him with varied confused looks.
"So you're not afraid to show your powers?" Hank asked while looking to the lounging male in front of them.
"Powers? What powers? What are you talking about? Did you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe you if you told them." Peter said sounding serious for the first time since meeting him. He disappeared from the chair and they turned to see him playing on an arcade game. "So who are you and what do you want?" He asked.
"We need your help, Peter." Logan replied while placing his hands on his hips.
"With what?"
"Break into a highly secured facility and to get someone out."
"Prison break? That's illegal, you know." Peter replied to Logan while still playing on the game in front of him.
With shared looks they looked around the room, which had an abundance of stolen items ranging from stereos to television set laying around.
"Well, only if you get caught." Logan replied awkwardly while glancing back at the silver haired male.
"So what's in it for me?" Peter wasted no time in answering with yet another question.
"You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon." Charles said while rubbing his eyes and looking to Peter as he straightened in his seat and looked to him with wide dark eyes.
"How do I know I can trust you?" Which was an obvious question to ask.
"Because we're just like you." Logan said while briefly glancing to the side.
"Show him." Charles looked to Logan, who in turn lifted up his hand. Slowly but surely sprouting from underneath his skin came three bone shaped claws.
Peter's expression of intrigue, yet slight, very minor, revulsion was shared. Margo for one tilted her head to the side and stared, until Charles placed a hand under her chin and pushed her mouth to a close. Standing mouth agape was perhaps not a very nice imagine to stand portraying right now when trying to recruit help.
"It's cool, but disgusting." Peter said simply while looking over the claws which slowly disappeared back under Logan's skin.
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"You're not meant to look so excited." Charles leant in close to whisper in Margo's ear. She looked to him quickly and raised her eyebrows.
"I'm an excited tourist, Charles. An Englishwoman coming to America to see the great Pentagon. How can I not look so excited?" Margo said while clasping her hands together over her chest and looking at him with a wide smile.
He looked at her simply. "Really?" He plainly asked while looking to the side as they passed corridors. They were all - Logan and Hank and the tour group they were with - walking along a clean clinical looking corridor. The illuminated lights above were bright and didn't seem to help but shine off of the tiled floor.
Playing the part of the tourist, much like her friends, Margo merely nodded and tried to briefly pay attention to what their tour guide had said. "Well that and considering what we're doing here. It's all so exciting, isn't it?"
"I'm more reserved on the matter, my dear." Charles replied honestly while placing his hands in his jacket pockets. Before actually coming to the Pentagon they had all promptly changed. Charles into a suit, Hank into khaki trousers a striped shirt, blue coat and hat, Logan was naturally in the clothes he had arrived in, and Margo changed into some bottle green cords and a light coloured shirt with a navy short jacket over top.
"Be careful," Charles looked to Margo as she suddenly whispered this to him while placing a hand against his arm. Out of all of them of course she would worry more for him. Hank had the option to unleash his powers, Logan's was easily hid but also easily accessed, and the same went for her. Charles out of all of them was the one most at risk if something went bad. Naturally though if things did go bad, she had no doubt that they would try their hardest to protect him.
Margo looked at him curiously, "What?" Charles asked when she continued to look him up and down.
"Can you fight?"
"Why?" He asked slightly concerned as to where these questions were coming from. Margo rolled her eyes towards the ceiling before letting out a slow sigh and looking to him with a sidewards look. "Oh," he caught on. "Sure."
"Really?" She asked not believing him for a second.
"Everything will be fine. Don't worry about me, stay with Hank." Charles said while flashing her a quick smile while he side stepped with Logan, who briefly glanced at her before stepping down the flight of stairs which had suddenly appeared by their side.
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(A/N: Nah, actually got nothing to say here really other than writing a reunion maybe kinda (putting it lightly xD) eventful! Oh well, bye!)