Hey all, this is my first fanfic in a super long time and also my first in this fandom. I've watched DoFP like 9 million times and this has been rolling around in my head for awhile so I figured I'd post it. Please excuse any grammar mistakes as I do my own proof reading. And also please excuse any continuity issues as I am bouncing between the movies and the comics and the cartoons and all my little stupid X-Men knowledge. Plus, there will be characters here that are dead in the movies but I have brought them back for my own twisted purposes bwahaha. I really just needed mutants, plus I loved Banshee and they shouldn't have killed him off, the bastards. Anyway as you can tell this is based off of Evan Peters as Quicksilver and not Aaron Taylor-Johnson, mostly because I did not like the direction that MCU took with the character (especially the whole killing him off thing) and also because I am irrevocably in love with Evan. So there. Please feel free to send me mail and reviews and tell me how great or horrible I am and please go to my profile and follow me on tumblr and twitter because my friends are tired of hearing me talk about this stuff and I like to meet new people. Anyway, here goes! Enjoy!
Peter Maximoff was bored. This didn't happen often, since he was always running, always busy doing a thousand different things at once, so used to keeping himself entertained since no one could keep up with him. This was the problem with having a mutation like his. No one else could match him, could do anything remotely like he could. Not that he'd met a lot of other mutants except for his sister. Just Logan, Hank, Erik, and Charles. And he hadn't seen or heard from them since that little adventure months back. A mission, super top secret and awesome. He's been bored since then, and liked to blame his boredom on the fact that it had been THE most spectacular thing he'd ever done. He'd broken someone out of a high security facility. The Pentagon. (THE PENTAGON!) Sure, he'd seen Erik's speech later that week and had felt a pang of guilt, knowing that he had helped free him, but it all worked out in the end he guessed. Things seemed to be calming down on the mutant front as of late. His mother had stopped drinking so much anyway, her usual worry of her kids being ripped from her at the back of her mind.
He sighed, lounging on the couch, his head hanging down off the side, blood rushing to his head. He didn't even move when he heard his sister clomping down the stairs.
"What are you doing, Pietro?"
He glanced in her direction. "Dying of boredom. And don't call me that."
"I don't think I've seen you sit this still in...well, ever." Wanda crossed her arms, choosing not to acknowledge his protest of his real name. "Anyway, there's someone here for you."
"Here for me?" He jumped up and raced up the steps, coming to a halt in the middle of the kitchen, where Charles Xavier sitting at the table, in a wheelchair.
"Peter, good to see you." The man held out a hand to shake.
Peter shook it. "What's with the wheels? What happened?"
"Long story. I was wondering if we could talk."
Peter nodded."So, what's up? Do you have another mission for me? Cause the last one was awesome and I am so bored if I don't do something cool soon I might end up doing something really stupid." He rambled.
Charles laughed. "Actually, I sort of do. The war is ending, some of my students are coming back, and we're reopening the school."
"Okay...schools not really my thing."
"I figured as much. But what I need you for, well I think it's more your speed. Trask's sentinal program may be shut down, but he's still got people working for him, kidnapping mutants and doing experiments. We need to rescue as many as possible, and now that I've got cerebro working again, I'm able to pinpoint their locations."
"Cerebro?"
"Yeah, it's a machine I have that helps me reach out telepathically and find mutants."
Peter nodded in understanding. "So you need me to break someone out again?"
"Yes. There is a hidden laboratory not far from here. They've got only one mutant there, but her powers may be useful to help us find more. Her name is Lilith Green."
"What's her power?"
"Intangibility." At Peter's confused look he elaborated. "She can pass through solid objects."
"Cool. When do I leave?"
"Whenever you want. The sooner the better. The lab is located in the forest just north of here. When you get out of there, bring her back here. It'll be dangerous to bring her to the school right away, that's the first place they'll look. I will contact you with further instructions." He rolled himself away from the table and headed for the door. "Be careful, Peter. I'll be in touch." But when he turned around, Peter was already gone.
