Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy were no less weary of the gruff stranger that was trespassing, but his knowledge of Charles' unfortunate condition and the fact that he was sent to them from the future had them both intrigued, which was why they were in one of the mansion's studies, pouring over a map of the pentagon. "The room they're holding him in was built during the second world war, when there was a shortage of steel, so the foundation is pure concrete and sand. No metal."
"He's being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building on the planet," Charles stated, smiling slightly.
Logan frowned. "Why is he in there?"
That snapped Hank out of his reverie. His head snapped up, and he and Charles shared a look. "What—he forgot to mention?" the professor inquired cynically, to which Logan shook his head. Charles scoffed, but otherwise didn't answer the question. He returned his gaze onto the blueprints, his jaw set, so Hank answered the burly mutant. "JFK."
Logan blinked. "He killed…" he trailed off
"What else explains a bullet miraculously curving through the air?" the professor spat, "Erik's always had a way with guns," he added with a sigh, "You're sure you want to carry on with this?"
"Hey." Logan held his hands up. "This is your plan, not mine."
Hank readjusted his glasses. "We don't have any resources to get us in."
"Or out," Charles added. "It's just me and Hank."
"I know a guy," he said. "Yeah, he'd be a young man now. Grew up outside of DC. He could get into anywhere." He laughed. "Just don't know how the hell we're gonna find him."
"Is Cerebro out of the question?" Hank asked and the former professor only gave him a look, "We have a phone book."
"Hang on a minute," Charles cut in before Hank could go and fetch the phonebook, "Let's say your friend does help us, do you think Erik will be so willing to come along?"
"No I don't." Logan sighed placing his hands on his hips, "And neither did either of you." He said referencing the professor's future self, "That's why we need one more person."
"Who?" Hank asked curiously.
Logan looked between them both before shrugging seen as he wasn't given a name, only a brief description that honestly threw him for a loop, "Did Magneto have a daughter?" and instantly they both knew that it was only one person that he could be talking about.
Ivy.
Ivory Summers had just arrived back at her home after being all but forced out of the door of the orphanage. She'd started volunteering there shortly after Alex had been drafted and she decided she didn't want to spend so much time in their empty house, it seemed so much bigger when Alex was gone.
Trotting up the driveway she checked the mailbox, despite already knowing what the outcome would be, it wasn't unusual for Alex to not right for weeks at a time, war was a serious thing after all but it would be going on two and a half, almost three months since his last letter where he told her that he and a few other mutants had been selected to partake in a special branch of the army. She was concerned for her husband but knew deep down that he was alright, besides if something happened to him, someone would have come to inform her.
Entering the house Ivy tossed the keys in the decorative bowl by the door and proceeded to the living room, flipping through the stack of mail in her hands, nothing noteworthy so she tossed them onto the coffee table and then rounded it and stepped up to the mantle above the fireplace which housed a variety of photographs, most of them from their wedding years ago. It would soon be their anniversary and Alex wasn't going to be there to share it with her, 10 years was a milestone but all Ivy really wanted was her husband back home.
Just next to their first photo as man and wife, was a photo of herself and Erik later that same night, you couldn't see Erik's face in the photo which Ivy was sure was a request by Alex, but the metal helmet was unmistakable. Still to this day she couldn't believe that Alex had managed to track Erik down to invite him to their wedding, and that he'd risk it all to actually show up. She was so caught up in the memory of that day she missed the sound of a car pulling up in her driveway, so she jumped a mile out of her skin when there was a sudden knock at her door.
Knowing that she wasn't expecting visitors, Ivy hesitated briefly but ended up turning the photo of her and Erik face down on the mantle before approaching the door, she pulled back the curtains concealing the glass on the side of the front door slightly, easily making out two of the three blurry figures before gasping and pulling the door open quickly and threw herself into Hank's arms who caught her with a slight grunt of surprise before hugging her back, once she released him she hugged Charles tightly before ushering them inside.
"Come in, come in." she said quickly, "Sorry," she said to the large stranger after closing the door behind them she extended her hand for a shake, "I'm Ivy, Ivy Summers."
The man shook her hand but look perplexed as he spoke slowly, "Logan," he introduced himself, "Summers? You're Scott's sister?"
Ivy tilted her head, "Sister-in-law." She explained, "Have we met?"
"No I don't think we have."
Ivy was confused but decided to move past it turning to Charles and Hank, "Not that I don't love seeing you guys, but what are you doing here?"
"Unfortunately this isn't a friendly visit, darling." Charles responded, "We need your help with something."
"It's about Erik." Hank finished.
"Is he alright? The last time I checked, he was fifty feet underground in a metal-less prison."
"He won't be for long."
"Is he planning a breakout?"
"No," Logan interrupted, "We are."
"Excuse me?" Ivy scoffed, "No offence Charles, but I thought you'd be the last person to want Erik out of prison."
Charles wasn't the least bit offended as he exhaled a heavy breath, "Trust me this is by no choice of mine. We need him to save the world."
"So why do you need me?"
"To save him." It was Logan who answered her question which didn't help to make her any less confused.
It didn't take much more convincing to get Ivy to agree to come along with them. So she locked up her house and followed them out to the waiting car, where to her surprise Charles would be the one driving. In the backseat Hank informed her of the plan to break Erik out and that they were going to need to pick up one other person, a kid who apparently could get into just about anywhere without being seen.
He lived a-ways away and Charles drove the entire ride, which made the telepath extremely happy, the other occupants of the car less so, since the man still wasn't quite used to driving with his legs, it made for a bumpy ride until they pulled up in front of a nice suburban house, and as they exited Logan warned Charles that he wasn't going to be driving back.
A woman in her early forties answered the door, she was pretty but her face fell into an unimpressed expression at the sight of them. "What's he done now?" She asked, like it was routine for her, which it might have been. "I'll just write you a cheque for whatever he took."
Hank glanced back in confusion at a frowning Ivy and she shrugged, it was Logan who answered, "We just need to talk to him." He stated calmly.
The woman nodded and opened up the door further, "Peter, the cops are here. Again." She called into the house as they all filed in, "He's downstairs." She said pointing them in the direction of a staircase that led down into a basement.
Down there was every teenage boy's dream, posters decorated all the walls, along with a few game machines and Pepsi vending machines there was a lot more but their attention was stolen by, who Ivy assumed was the kid they were looking for, moving from either sides of a ping-pong table in a wispy blur, bouncing the ball back and forth between himself and moving at impossible speeds.
"What do you guys want?" He asked hurriedly, his voice varying between being loud and quiet as he moved. "I didn't do anything." He then suddenly appeared on the couch behind them with an almost finished Popsicle in his hand. "I've been here all day."
Logan exchanged a quick look with an exasperated Charles before turning back to the teen. "Just relax, Pete, we're not the cops."
"Of course you're not cops. If you were cops, you wouldn't be driving a rental car." He said matter-of-factly.
"Wait, how'd you know we've got a rental car?" Charles asked with a frown.
"I checked your registration when you were walking through the door. I also had some time to kill, so I went through your rental agreement and saw that you're out of town. Are you FBI?" He wondered before disappearing from his place on the couch, "Nope, you're not cops." He stated, quickly his voice coming from behind them again, "Hey, what's with this gifted youngsters place?"
"That's an," Charles began to explain before Peter disappeared again, "Old card." he mumbled as he grabbed his wallet.
"Why, he's fascinating." Hank gushed.
"He's a pain in the arse." Charles spat under his breath.
"A teleporter?" Ivy asked Logan.
"No, he's just fast." Logan responded quietly. "And when I knew him, he wasn't so, young."
"Young? You're just old." Peter said, appearing right next to Ivy, perching on the couch next to her and making her jump, he held out a pink Popsicle to her and she smiled before looking at him and shaking her head.
"So you're not afraid to show your powers?" Hank wondered, bringing the kids attention to him.
"Powers? What powers? What are you talking about?" Peter rambled quickly again, disappearing from Ivy's side to sit on the other end other couch. "You see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them." He was gone again before suddenly appearing in the seat in front of the arcade game. "So who are you, and what do you want?"
"We need your help, Peter." Logan stated.
"For what?"
"To break into a highly secured facility and to get someone out."
"Prison break? That's illegal, you know?" Peter said with nonchalance.
"Well, only if you get caught."
"Which doesn't seem like it'll be a problem." Ivy said and they all could see the kid's shoulder puff up with pride at the compliment.
"So what's in it for me?"
Charles sighed, as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. "You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the pentagon."
Peter froze immediately stopping his game as he turned around on his seat, squinting his eyes at them all. "How do I know that I can trust you?"
"'Cause we're just like you." Logan murmured, his hand resting on his hips but Peter didn't look convinced.
"Show him." Charles told Logan, and the man obliged, lifting his fist to show three sharp bones protruding from his knuckles until they were sticking out a foot from his hand. Ivy stared in awe at the man with a tilted head, having not seen his claws before now, only getting a brief explanation from Hank in the car.
Peter's expression was matched hers, before he scrunched up his face. "That's cool, but it's disgusting." He spoke honestly.
Now that they had everyone they needed on board, they then had to go back to the mansion so that Hank could grab the tools he needed to pull the job off, and Charles could make himself look more presentable, they drunken hobo look wasn't doing him any favours. And also pack a few bags since after they left the Pentagon they would immediately be heading for the airstrip for their flight to Paris.
"And Charles?" Ivy called as the two men along with Logan began to ascend the stairs, he paused to look as her, "Shave." She said plainly gesturing to her own chin, "Please?" he sighed in a resigned sort of way but nodded before continuing up the steps. Ivy looked around the mansion's foyer then sighed realizing there was someone missing, "Kid?" she yelled but got no response, so she figured he was somewhere exploring what he could, while he could.
She went over to the main sitting room, and seconds later there was a breeze at her back and she turned to see Peter there placing his goggles back on his forehead, "This place is big." He gushed with his hands on his hips not sounding the least bit out of breath. "You live here too?" he asked before he was gone again then over by the book shelf, browsing the titles.
"Yes," Ivy responded easily before pausing as Peter was gone and back again this time by the window, "No?" she corrected, but still didn't feel right and now he was on the couch, "I used too, sometimes I still do."
Peter nodded then he was suddenly in front of her making her jump, "So what's your power?"
Ivy decided that she liked this kid, "I can manipulate elements of nature."
"Cool," Peter nodded and Ivy figured that just about any mutation would be cool to him since he hasn't met another mutant since before today. All the while Ivy could only guess that he'd been running circles around the property before re-joining her in the room with how much he kept zipping in and out, "What's the guy with the glasses do? Is he like super smart?"
"You could say that," Ivy hummed, "He also has the abilities of a great ape," at that Peter's eyes widened, "Looks too, but he doesn't talk about it."
Peter nodded, "What about the other guy?"
"Charles is a telepath, he can read minds, communicate. Even manipulate if necessary."
"Was he manipulating me earlier?" he suddenly asked sounding serious.
"No he wasn't," Ivy said firmly and before Peter could open his mouth to protest, "Trust me."
Peter nodded and seemed uncharacteristically awkward as he zipped back over to the bookshelf, "What about this guy who we're gonna' break out of the pentagon?"
Ivy sighed bringing a hand up to clasp her necklace, "His name is Magneto, when I knew him he was Erik Lehnsherr."
"Is he your husband or something?" Peter asked making Ivy furrow her brow at him, he sent a pointed glance at her hand, which was wrapped around her pendant which happened to be her left hand. Wedding rings glinting in the daylight. Kid, was perceptive.
"No," Ivy laughed, "Erik is," she paused, "He's like-" she stopped again realizing there wasn't a real way to describe her relationship with Erik, "It's complicated." She admitted, and Peter nodded.
"Where is your husband?" he asked carefully.
"Vietnam." She said simply and Peter became somber, "Drafted," She shrugged, "Nothing we could do."
"So uh," Peter began awkwardly trying to break up the tension he'd helped create, "Magneto huh? Is he like a chick magnet?"
"No," Ivy couldn't help but laugh at the dumb question, "He controls metal."
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And now folks we've officially begun Days of Future Past. The reason for the delay is because I made a deal with myself that I wouldn't move into this part of the story until I officially wrapped on my monster of a story The Phoenix Will Rise. But now that, that's done I can focus my energy onto this story.
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