Sorry for not posting, here are two chapters!!

Pietro shook Lance by the shoulders. "Wake up, Lance!" He pleaded. Lance groaned and opened his eyes, his headache hurting his head. The sun was too bright in his eyes and he shielded them with his arm.

"Pietro?" Lance whispered, sitting up.

"Ya, who else would it be besides the amazing Quicksilver?" Pietro helped Lance sit up and hugged him tightly, wrapping his arms around the older boy's broader shoulders.

"How'd you find me?" Lance's voice was groggy.

"It wasn't that hard. Just followed the destruction." Pietro swept his arms around and indicated to the fallen trees, broken park benches and uplifted rocks of the earth in a melodramatic way. Lance stared in awe at his powers' at work while he was unconscious. He couldn't believe that he did all this, but seeing it first hand… well he had no choice but to believe it now.

"Maybe I should go see the professor," Lance grumbled into Pietro's shoulders, and he hugged his boyfriend back tighter.

Pietro let Lance go. "No, forget about that now. I have a better idea." Pietro led Lance away from the park and the destruction. He held his hand and tightly squeezed Lance's fingers with his own.

"Oh ya, where to?"

"We'll go see my father."

"Your father?"

"Magneto."

Lance stopped walking and took his hand away from Pietro's hand. "I don't think so. How do you even know he's alive! You never trusted him before, so why are you going to now!" The ground began to shake.

Pietro placed a roundhouse kick on Lance's face, and Lance was knocked out cold.

"I just know, Lance," he said.

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Lance awoke with a headache and a sore lip where Pietro had kicked him. He tried to move but found that his wrists and ankles were tied down by metal brackets. He was lying on a cold metal bed.

"Pietro?" he called angrily.

The room was dark and for all lance could tell empty. In the distance, he could hear metal crunching together and two voices. Then everything became quiet when a door opened and someone entered.

"You're awake." Pietro came up to Lance and put his hand over Lance's shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing, Pietro!" Lance growled, fighting against his ties holding him down. "What is the meaning of this!"

"Just a precaution, Lance-baby. We can't have you struggling while Magneto runs the tests." Pietro leaned down, brought his face close to Lance's, their noses touched. "Don't worry Lance-baby, it won't hurt. In fact, you'll be doing mutant-kind a huge service." Pietro kissed him deeply and Lance, caught up in the moment, kissed him back. He just couldn't resist a Pietro-kiss whenever it came his way.

Pietro pulled away. "And if you survive this, I'm sure Magneto will let you see his son again."

Pietro laughed, a high pitched screeching, and he turned into the blue-skinned mutant Mystique. Lance spit the taste of their kiss from his mouth and fought against his metal holds.

Magneto came and took many blood samples from Lance. When Lance fell unconscious and the room began to shake, Magneto injected something into his arm and the shaking stopped.

Later that evening, Lance was untied from the metal bed and taken to a metal holding cell. A mutant with red eyes brought him food.