Why anyone would let Charles drive was beyond Hazel's comprehension.

It was, quite honestly, one of the dumbest decisions someone could make. Hazel was in the back seat, holding onto the door for dear life as Charles careened through a suburban neighborhood.

"Maybe just slow down a little," She suggested to no avail. All three adults were in the front seat, and even in a car that could manage that, it seemed like a terrible idea. One of the many downsides to that meant they were listening to her even less than they usually would.

"Here, over here," Logan instructed, but Charles kept on driving. "Stop here!"

Charles slammed on the brake and the only thing stopping Hazel from hitting the seat in front of her was her telekinesis.

"I'm driving next time," Logan sighed as the four of them got out of the car. The house they pulled up in front of was nice, but not overly nice. The mailbox in the front read 'Maximoff' which Hazel assumed was the last name of whoever lived there.

Logan hadn't exactly explained who this mysterious person that could get them into the Pentagon was, but Hazel was excited to find out.

When they knocked on the door, it was immediately opened by an exhausted-looking woman with long hair. As soon as she saw them, she immediately sighed.

"What's the done now?" She asked, the tone of her voice indicating that it was a usual occurrence. "I'll just write you a check for whatever he stole-"

"We just need to talk to him," Logan interrupted, much to the confusion of the other three, who had no idea what was going on.

"Peter!" The woman shouted into the house. "The cops are here. Again."

Hazel raised her eyebrows at the fact that the woman automatically assumed they were cops, which was the furthest thing from the truth. Now she was definitely curious to find out more.

The woman showed them to the stairs that led to the basement, and the four of them walked down with Logan taking the lead.

Inside the basement was what Hazel always imagined a "man cave" would look like. Random arcade games peppered the room along with an assortment of couches. There was a ping pong table next to a shelf full of junk food. A bunch of TVs were lined up against the wall and there was someone playing ping pong against himself.

Wait what?

Hazel did a double take as she surveyed the room, but she wasn't imagining things. The boy she assumed to be Peter Maximoff was moving so fast that it was a ping pong match comprised of only him.

"What do you guys want?" He said, his voice coming incredibly fast. "I didn't do anything." There was a flash of silver as he was suddenly on the couch behind them. "I've been here all day."

Hazel rubbed her eyes, once again unsure if she was hallucinating. Of course super speed could be a mutant power, but seeing that power in action was insane.

The craziness of it all wore off when she realized Peter was probably only her age. He had a gray color scheme going on, complete with his silver hair. His eyes were a dark shade of brown that almost blended in with his pupils, and she noticed that they were constantly darting around almost as fast as he talked.

"Just relax, Peter," Logan said. "We're not cops."

"Of course you're not," He scoffed. "If you were, you wouldn't be driving a rental car."

"How did you know-"

"I checked your registration when you were walking in," Peter interrupted Charles quickly. "I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreement, saw you were form out of town. Are you FBI?"

Another flash of silver and Peter was suddenly by the ping pong table again, holding Charles' wallet.

"Nope, you're not cops," He deduced before seeing one of the few cards in the wallet. "Hey, what's with this gifted youngsters place?"

"That's an old card," Charles muttered, clearly annoyed.

"He's fascinating," Hank commented.

"He's a pain in the ass."

Hazel didn't say it or let it show, but she liked Peter immediately. She admired how carefree he was and how he seemed to have his powers completely under control. He didn't even know who they were and he was still speeding around, not worried at all.

Another flash and Peter was on the couch again.

"So, you're not afraid to show your powers," Hank commented.

"What powers?" Peter said. "What are you talking about? Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them?"

That… was a really great point. No wonder he didn't care about flaunting his abilities. Who the hell would believe someone who ran around talking about someone who could move imperceptibly fast? Certainly not any humans.

"So who are you?" He asked. "And who are you, you haven't said anything?"

It took Hazel a minute to realize who he was talking to.

"Me?" She said. "That's a weird thing to notice."

"You're a weird thing to notice?"

"No," She sighed. "It's weird to notice I haven't said anything."

Peter only shrugged as a response before disappearing into a blur of silver and reappearing by one of the video games.

Hazel inwardly groaned. It was not at all a weird thing to notice that she hadn't spoken, just an observation. Now she looked like the weird one.

"We need your help, Peter," Logan said, clearly starting to be annoyed.

"For what?" Peter asked, not even turning around.

"To break into a highly secure facility…" Logan replied, trying to phrase it in a way that didn't sound too bad. "And get someone out."

"Prison break?" He said, a slight smile forming on his face. "That's illegal, you know."

"Uh…" All four of them glanced around the room at the clearly stolen stuff that Peter had.

"Only if you get caught," Hazel commented.

"So, what's in it for me?" Peter asked, intrigued. To Hazel, it was clear that he was interested from the moment Logan told him what was going on.

"You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon," Charles sighed.

Peter froze. It was odd for Hazel to see him slowing down, even if she had only met him a few minutes ago. When he turned around to face them, the look on his face was a cautious one, but there was excitement underneath.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Because we're just like you," Logan replied. Something about the way he said that made it clear he'd been in Peter's position once, not sure who to trust or what to do.

"Show him," Charles said, nodding to Logan.

Slowly, three bone claws grew out of Logan's hand, sending chills down Hazel's spine even though she wasn't the target audience. They all turned to Peter, waiting for his answer.

"That's cool, but it's disgusting," He commented. He then sighed, but the look in his eyes showed his answer before he even said it. "I'm in."

…

To say the car ride was awkward was an understatement. What was there to say when they were driving to the Pentagon to break one of the most dangerous people in the world out of prison?

Logan was thankfully driving this time with Charles and Hank also in the front. Hazel and Peter sat in the back, each of them trying to pretend they weren't glancing at the other.

Eventually, Peter broke the silence.

"So, what's your power?"

Hazel waved a hand in his direction and made a few quick motions with her fingers. As she did so, one of Peter's shoes untied itself and the laces unraveled completely. She telekinetically tied them back and looked up to see his reaction.

"That's cool," He said, his face filled with wonder. "There's so much you could do with that."

"Like steal a bunch of arcade games?"

Peter smiled sheepishly and glanced at the floor.

"You know, I never got your name," He said.

"I'm Hazel," She replied, holding out her hand which he almost immediately shook.

"All right," Charles said suddenly, turning around to face them. "Ready to break the law?"

…

Hazel was not in fact ready to break the law but that didn't change the fact that she was actively doing it.

As soon as they arrived, the three adults explained the plan and then they went inside. The adults and Hazel joined the standard tour while Peter sped off towards Magneto.

Hazel paid no attention to the tour, instead waiting for her cue. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Hank nudged her towards a nearby staircase, which she disappeared down quickly. She walked through the wide, bland-colored hallway quickly, using her telekinetic sense to avoid any security.

Finally, she reached the control room. Hazel took a deep breath before walking inside, prompting a few of the control room workers, all of whom were men, to look at her.

"Just here for the trash," She said, trying to sound confident. They turned back to the screens without a second thought.

She was ignored. Good.

Hazel picked up the small trash can and began to walk out of the room. She pretended to trip and spilled most of the contents of the can on the ground. As she bent down to pick them up, she closed her eyes. To anyone watching, it would seem as if she was doing that in annoyance. In reality, she was concentrating on every screen in the room.

She clenched her hand into a fist and all of them broke.

Chaos erupted immediately, which was perfect for Hazel. She left the trash on the floor and slipped out of the room without anyone noticing.

She walked back down the hallway, feeling pleased with herself. It wasn't until she went back up the stairs and towards the exit that she noticed something wrong.

They weren't letting anyone leave.

There were security guards posted at every possible way out, and Hazel couldn't fight them all on her own. She was trapped.

She sighed and sat down on a bench, knowing that her only option was to wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Hazel was beginning to worry that something had gone wrong when she was suddenly moving faster than she ever thought possible. In what she perceived as less than a second, she had gone from being inside the building to back in the car.

She began experiencing many different sensations at once. She was startled, thrilled, confused, and feeling like she was going to throw up all at the same time.

She looked around and saw that everyone else was already in the car, assuming a man who she assumed to be Magneto.

"Everyone here?" Logan asked.

"Just drive!" Charles exclaimed. They sped away from the building, going notably faster than they were when they entered.

Hazel couldn't believe they actually pulled it off. They broke Magneto out of prison and didn't get caught. It had been an insane plan that relied on every single thing going perfectly right, and it somehow did.

"So…" She trailed off. "What now?"

There was no answer.

If the car ride there was awkward, then the current one had ten times the amount of uncomfortableness. No one said anything, but the tension was so palpable one could cut it with a knife. Charles kept glancing into the back seat to make sure Erik was still there, Logan was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white, and Hank looked like he was about to either throw up or pass out.

Eventually they arrived at an empty airstrip where there was a single plane waiting. Logan pulled up right next to it and everyone began to exit the car.

"You guys have a jet?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, since when do we have a plane?" Hazel added as Logan and Erik went inside.

"Since now," Charles replied before turning to Peter. "Peter, thank you very, very much. You take care now."

"Hey, I saw your flight plan in the cockpit," He said, prompting Charles and Hank to briefly glance at each other. Unlike when they first recruited him, however, Charles seemed more impressed than annoyed. "Why are you going to Paris?"

"To see an old friend," Charles sighed. "Now, you can take the rental car, just return it for me, would you?" He tossed Peter the keys, and the boy nodded.

"Is this the part where you tell me I can't go because it's too dangerous?" Hazel asked.

"Well, yes."

She sighed but knew that it was pointless to argue.

"Good luck," She said, genuinely meaning it. She then turned around and walked towards the car, where Peter was standing.

Charles and Hank boarded the plane, and soon they were flying off to France.

"All right, I'm driving," Hazel said, holding her hand out for the keys.

"What?" Peter asked. "Why do you get to drive?"

"Because you don't need transportation," She replied. "Can't you just run to wherever you need to go?"

"Sure I can, but it doesn't mean I want to," He said. "You can drive, but I'm not running home."

"That's fine with me," Hazel said as he handed the keys to her. She got into the driver's seat and started the car. "Do you want me to just drop you at your house?"

"Not really," He replied. "Wanna go get something to eat?"

In all honestly, Hazel didn't want to go back to her home either. And she was decently hungry, so why not?

"Sounds great."