Second chapter in a day. Ayyyy. I've actually already got the fourth chapter written, but that's for tomorrow~
Okay, regarding your request, HelloILikeIt, one, thanks for clearing that up. I wasn't so sure what you meant. Two, you're right in saying that my perception of "mature" is indeed different from yours. I consider mature to be something more of smut, I suppose? I mean, obviously it is mature because smut. With the make outs last story, I guess I compare how intense my scenes are with other stories' and it really wasn't anything compared to them. It was just... normal. As for the swearing, it's part of Amaya's character. It's how she expresses herself, it's just something that's part of her vocabulary. That and swearing really isn't even that "mature" in the society I live in. It's like an everyday occurrence basically. For this story, it has darker elements and it's no doubt going to be "mature", but not rated M material. To be fair, though, it is rated T. I mean, it's up to you whether you want to read it or not, really. Everyone's preferences are different, so if you're offended by that sort of thing, feel free to drop the story. It's understandable. Hope you didn't read that in a rude tone, because that's not what I intend, but I know how sometimes there are miscommunications when through text, so... Yeah. Glad you still enjoyed it though!
And ElleBelleGirl, yes child. I did enjoy reading your review XD I know you're very excited for Amaya and what I have planned with her and Erik. It's comin up, its comin up. Don't you worry!
Well guys, this is chapter number 3~ Enjoy!
"The room they're holding him was built during the second world war, where there was a shortage of steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and sand. No metal," Hank explained. "Apparently he made a jail break in his previous holding, so once they captured him again they had to take more precautions."
A map of the Pentagon lay across the table. All Logan knew was that Magneto was there. Everything just got much more difficult. Security was doubled and their hold on Magneto was much stricter. It would be difficult to get past all of this.
"He's being held a hundred floors under the most heavily guarded building on the planet," Charles said.
"Why's he in there?" Logan asked.
Charles raised an eyebrow. They were here planning to break Erik out and he didn't even know why he was in there. He scoffed. "Did he forget to mention?" Charles chuckled. Of course he did, because why would Erik tell him?
"JFK," Hank mumbled.
"He killed...?" That was Erik?
"How else do you explain a bullet miraculously curving through the air? Erik's always had a way with guns," Charles replied with disdain. "You sure you want to carry on with this?"
"Hey, this is your plan, not mine."
Hank shook his head. "We don't have the resources to get us in."
"Or out," Charles added. "It's just me and Hank."
Logan paused for a moment, remembering what Rui told him. Maximoff would be able to help. "I know a guy. Yeah, he'd be a young man now, living outside of D.C." He chuckled, recalling what they'd been through together. "He could get into anywhere. Just don't know how the hell we're gonna find him."
Hank glanced over to Charles. "Is Cerebro out of the question?"
The man snorted, looking away.
"We have a phone book."
Logan sighed and shrugged. That would be the only way they'd be able to find him anyway. He followed Hank to another room and almost groaned at the sight of the phone book. At least he knew who he was looking for and around where he would be. That made it easier. If he was in the phone book, wouldn't that mean Amaya was as well? At least, her brothers if anything? He flipped through the pages of the large book, trying to remember Rui's last name. Had he even told him?
"Beast," Logan began.
Hank looked up.
"What was Amaya's last name?"
He stopped what he was doing and frowned at Logan. "You won't be able to find her, Logan. She's-"
"I know, I know, she's dead. Just humor me, will you?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"She never told me. She wasn't the type of person to talk about her past freely. I don't even know if Charles or Raven knew her last name. Erik, I'm not sure either. But he's read her files, he may know."
Logan sighed. "Great." There went the easy way.
"Either way, I highly doubt she'd have taken a residence on the slim chance she's alive. If she was, we would've heard from her by now."
"You never know." That was all he said before looking for Maximoff in the listings. "Got him. Let's go."
Hank nodded and got up, leaving the room to get Charles and get the plane ready.
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The flight to D.C. Was too slow for Logan's tastes. He knew he didn't have too much time and he was already feeling pressured. He just hoped that getting Erik and Amaya on board wouldn't be as difficult as it was with Charles. But of course, he knew that would be a hopeless wish. Erik was stuck in prison and who even knew what happened with Amaya, but if she was as stubborn as Rui said, he'd need all the luck he could get.
They quickly grabbed a rental car and much to Logan's annoyance, Charles insisted that he drive. Logan didn't particularly enjoy riding as a passenger at the moment, but he let the professor have his way and just gave him directions to the house. Though the ride wasn't without arguments and protesting.
"Here, here, here," Logan said, spotting the house.
Charles looked around. "Where?"
"Here, just coming up-"
"Alright, alright, there it is."
"Next time, I'm driving. Don't get used to it," he said as Charles parked the car.
They all slipped out, looking up at the house in front of them. Passing by a mailbox with the name 'Maximoff' lettered to it, Logan knew they were in the right place. That along with the burnt welcome mat. He slipped on his sunglasses, walking to the front door and rapidly knocking on it. Seconds later, a woman opened the door and looked at them worriedly.
"What's he done now?" she sighed. "I'll just write you a check for whatever he took...?"
"We just need to talk to him," Logan interrupted.
She nodded and let them in, looking exasperatedly down the hall. "Peter! The cops are here! Again."
Logan followed the woman's directions to a set of stairs and walked down. Along the way, they spotted stolen road signs hung on and leaning against the walls. They could hear music playing along with what vaguely sounded like a ping pong game. When they got to the basement they saw that it was a ping pong game, but with only one player... And he was rushing to each side to hit the ball effortlessly.
"What do you guys want? I didn't do anything," he said before landing on the couch. "I've been here all day."
They spun around, following him. At least, trying to. "Relax, Peter," Logan said. "Were not cops."
"Course you're not cops. If you were cops you wouldn't be driving a rental car."
Charles looked at him confusedly. "How'd you know we got a rental car?"
"I checked your registration when you were walking through the door. Also had some time to kill, so I went through your rental agreements and saw you're from out of town. Are you FBI?" Before they could answer, he zipped past them, nipping Charles' wallet in the process. "Nope, you're not cops. What's with the gifted youngsters place?" He dropped it onto the ping pong table with a shrug and ran off somewhere else.
"That's an old card," Charles said, grabbing his stuff and putting it back in his pocket.
"Well he's fascinating." Hank looked around with interest, trying to find him.
Charles almost snorted. "He's a pain in the ass."
"Is he a teleporter?"
"No, he's just fast," Logan answered. "But when I knew him, he wasn't so... Young."
"Young? You're just old."
They turned back to the couch, seeing Peter already lounging on it finishing up a popsicle that he just got. "So you're not afraid to show your powers," Hank observed.
"Powers, what powers? What are you talking about?" he questioned. "You see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them?"
The kid was smart, Logan had to admit. He didn't care who saw, considering the fact that no one would believe them if they talked about it. It wasn't like they'd be able to catch him either way.
His lips almost curled into a smirk before he zoomed past them to a video game, playing it at rapid speed. "So who are you, and what do you want?"
"We need your help, Peter," Logan said.
"With what?"
"To break into a highly secured facility and to get someone out."
"Prison break?" He smirked then. "That's illegal you know."
"Uh..." Logan glanced to the various groups of items stacked around the basement. He had piled TVs into a corner and had different sweets and junk food organized neatly on the shelves. Illegal his ass. "Only if you get caught."
"What's in it for me?"
Charles took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eye. This kid was a pain in the ass. "You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon."
Peter froze and looked at him, trying to see if he was serious or not. They were all dead serious. "How do I know I can trust you?"
"Because we're just like you," Logan told him.
Charles glanced over. "Show him."
Logan lifted his hand and clenched it into a fist, forcing his bone claws out of his knuckles. Peter watched. He had to admit, he was impressed and won over. "That's cool, but that's disgusting."
"You in?" he asked.
"Yeah I'm in-"
"Peter! I need to go out for a little bit! Watch your sister! And Saoirse's here!" As his mom spoke, he heard the rapid feet of the little girl running. She hopped down and grinned at him, running over.
"Uncle Peter!" She exclaimed, jumping into his arms.
Peter chuckled and pulled her up. "Hey Shasha. What are you doing here?"
"I was gonna play with your sister. But she's still taking a bath. So I got bored." She blinked and looked over to the group of men staring confusedly. She stared back, blinking her dark purple eyes and tilting her head. "Who're they?"
"These are uh, my friends."
Saoirse looked to the men and then to Peter and back again. "You're lying. Does Uncle need to bail you out again? Auntie won't be happy about that. Or Daddy- Why does the giant guy have bone claws?" She gasped. "Is he one of us?" He wasn't even able to answer, seeing as how Saoirse hopped out of his arms and ran over to Logan, poking at his bone claws. "Cool."
"Shasha, go upstairs. I grabbed a few of your favorite sweets earlier," Peter said with a wink.
"Why are you trying to break into the Pentagon? That's kinda illegal you know."
"How did you-?"
She turned to Charles innocently. "I heard. Mom says I gained some of Daddy's animal instincts and senses. I have really good hearing." She grinned. "Can I come with? I can help!"
"Your dad will kill me," Peter said. "Hell, your aunt will kill me. I rather not get killed by either of them. Go on up. I'll bring you back a souvenir. Promise."
"M'kay!" The little girl skipped up the stairs, calling for Peter's younger sister.
Charles stared after her. She looked familiar, but he knew for a fact that he didn't know her. She almost acted like... He shook his head. He wasn't going down that road. Not again. He looked over to Peter. "Who was she?"
"Saoirse, a friend of my sister's and also my friend's niece. He has a much older brother, so." Peter shrugged. "She's pretty curious."
"She's a mutant?" Hank guessed. "She wasn't surprised at Logan's claws, and she said something about animal instincts and senses."
Peter nodded with a grin. "She's rather proud of herself too. She's got great control and she's only ten. She has heightened senses, but her mutation gives her other powers. Anyway, the Pentagon? Jail break?"
"Right, anyway, here's what we were thinking..."
Logan looked down the way she had left. Saoirse. He remembered that name. He now knew what Rui meant when Maximoff could help. He smirked and listened as they filled Peter in on how they were going to break Erik out. Maybe things won't be as hard as he thought.
Were you guys able to get who Saoirse is? Hint hint, wink wink. Next chapter is the jail break, guys! I think how I'm going to do it is a bit different from what you'd expect. At least the beginning part of the chapter. Hope you still enjoy it, though! Don't forget to review!