Peter and I climbed into the back of the car. Peter pulled me on to him and asked. "So, Beautiful what's the plan?"
"Well, the two of us are to get Erik while they distract the guards." I explained.
"So just the two of us?" He clarified.
"And a guard," I corrected.
"Who cares?" He said leaning in for a kiss and I did too. That is until my dad slammed on the brakes.
"Sorry," he apologized. "Didn't see that stop sign."
"Get out. I'm driving." said Logan and they continued to argue. I rolled my eyes and got off Pete.
We arrived at the pentagon and Peter and I were not allowed to be seen yet. "Hey, Jessie, I'm going to have to carry you so you won't get whiplash."
I glared at him. He knows my feelings of relying on someone else.
"I'm sorry, Jess, I just don't want to hurt that pretty little neck of yours," he replied.
I snorted with laughter. "Fine," I gave in.
Peter picked me up bridal style, when he said I was skinny he meant I'm underweight. We ran through elevator doors right as they were closing knocking off the guards hat. He bent over to pick it up seeing us in the reflection on the elevator doors, freaked out and turned to us.
"Don't move. Don't make a sound." I ordered both our eyes glowing momentarily blue.
Peter in a second had him duct-taped to the wall and put on his uniform. "I'm coming with you." I stated.
"You can't" he said. "How can you?"
I smirked. "Like this." I shrunk into a blue mouse. He pocketed me.
When we made it to the cell, I bet that's the slowest Peter has walked in his entire life, he let me out. I transformed back into myself and looked down at Erik, my father's former best friend. Peter sent him the meal with a note that said "mind the glass." Erik looked up as it hit him. We both smiled down at him and I waved receiving one from him. Peter put both his hands on the glass vibrating them so fast that the noise hurt my ears. Erik shield his head from the glass then jumped out. I shrunk back into a mouse. Peter put me in his pocket once again.
"In three seconds," Erik said walking towards the doors. "These doors are going to open and twenty guards are going to be here to shoot us."
Peter ran to him securing his neck. "I know that's what we're waiting for."
"What are you doing?" Erik asked.
"I'm holding your neck so you don't get whiplash," explained Peter.
"What?" Erik asked again.
"WHIP-LASHHHH," sounded out Pete.
They ran past the guards and Peter let me out in the elevator. I transformed into myself as Peter changed back into his clothes. Erik bent over about to be sick.
"You're good. It'll pass, happens with everyone. " Pete reassured him. "Must of done something pretty serious. What cha do man? What'd you do? Why'd they have you in there?"
Erik rolled his eyes, "For killing the president."
Pete nodded understanding and mouthed. "Oh wow." He turned to the guard mouthing . "Really."
I snickered.
"The only thing I'm guilty of is fighting for people like us." continued Erik.
"Take karate," asked Peter, "Know karate man?"
"I don't know karate," replied Erik. "I do know crazy."
Peter laughed to himself.
"You know this guy?" asked Erik turning to me.
"Unfortunately, he's one of my best friends." I answered.
"You poor soul," said Erik causing me to laugh.
"So you control metal?" asked Peter.
"How?" Erik started then realized he was with me.
"You know, my mom once knew a guy who could do that." he said causing me to laugh again.
The door opened my dad was at it. "Charles?" said Erik confused. My father punched him on the side of the mouth a very good right hook I might add. Peter put his arm around my waist as the two old friends argued. "Good to see you too old friend and walking."
"No thanks to you," growled my father.
"You're the last person in the world I expected to see today." continued Erik. Wait he thinks I would come with my mother only if she stopped killing humans.
"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to." Dad said. "If we get you out of here, we do it my way. No killing."
"No helmet," Erik said gesturing to his head. "I couldn't disobey you even if I wanted to."
"I'm never getting inside that head again." growled Dad. "I need your word Erik." I squeezed Pete's arm.
Erik gave a slight nod as guards came in. "Nobody move! Hold it right there!"
"Charles," said Erik. "Freeze 'em Charles."
"I can't," Dad replied.
"Jessalyn," tried Erik.
"I can only do one at a time." I said close to tears.
Erik started moving the pots, pans, and metal counters. "No," screamed my father putting a hand on Eric's chest as the guards fired.
Next thing I knew I was on the other side of the room kissing Peter in a dipped style. I was shocked, to say the least, and Peter smiled as he helped me up. All the guards were down. Erik passed us giving Peter a weary look. My father passed giving Peter such an icy glare it could be from space. Logan passed patting him on the back and said, "Thanks kid."
I looked at him still in shock. "Peter, what was that?"
"Jessie," he said taking my hands. "I've liked you, no, I've loved you since we met."
I giggled. "Wait until I tell Wanda."
"Oh believe me," said Peter, "She already knows."
"Then Sophie," I corrected.
Peter sighed. "Yay," he replied sarcastically and I giggled.