"Pietro, get out of there now!"
Magneto raised his hand, throwing the line of police cars in front of him up in the air. Officers scattered left, right and center; realising that their tiny metal guns were useful against the powerful mutant. There was a screech as one of the cars barrelled into a fire hydrant, water spraying up in the air and coating the surrounding buildings in a slick. Striding through the crescent of water, Magneto once again lifted his hand, searching amongst the metal ruins of the building before him for any anomalies, any sign of his son.
"Boo." Pietro stood behind Erik with a self-satisfied smile on his face, holding a file of paper under one arm, "You don't need to worry so much, old man, I got the file and-"
"Shut up, kid," Quicksilver found himself being dragged behind his father by the metal of his cuffs, evident that Magneto wasn't down for jokes.
"Did I not do good?"
Dropping his control of Pietro's costume, Erik sighed, letting his son fall to the floor, "No, you did great, but we don't need her file anymore."
"How come?" Pietro's brow crumpled as he picked himself up, rubbing down his silver trousers, looking hurt.
The sound of sirens echoed as Erik started striding down the road again. "Psylocke has informed me she's located her."
There was a whoosh, and suddenly Pietro was matching Erik step for step, bouncing like an excited puppy, "We're gonna do it? We're actually gonna bring her home? Aw, hell, Xavier is gonna be so pissed."
"Not quite." Erik muttered.
"What the bloody hell are you on about, Hank?"
Dr. McCoy took his glasses off and polished them on the sleeve of his jacket, shifting from side to side nervously. "I'm really sorry, Charles, but I spotted it on the radar."
"Well, that's ridiculous, I would've sensed them," Forsaking his lecture, Charles gestured to his students to exit his study, leaving him alone with a very distraught Hank.
"Well, they've blocked you before, Charles. Remember the White Queen?"
"Why now?" Charles shook his head, and drove his wheel chair towards the large bay window, regarding the students laying on the front lawn with concern, "His business is his own, and if he has come to harm my students..."
Hank sighed, perching on the edge of the headmaster's desk, his anxious hands falling into his lap. "If he came for a fight, surely he would have cloaked his approach on the monitor too?" Hank pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, "i mean, come on, he's meant to be the Master of Magnetism."
"Let us hope that his approach is simply a courteous visit," Grimaced Charles. Not like he cared enough to see you before, don't be naive, thought the telepath to himself. "In the mean time, it would probably be best if I plugged into Cerebro." Hank raised an eyebrow at him for that remark, "Do you really want to wait to see whether their presence is a friendly one?"
"There is no need for that, old friend." A deep voice boomed from the doorway, causing Charles and Hank to exchange horrified expressions. There stood Magneto, magenta clad, with Peter Maximoff at one arm, and at the other, a female with dark hair and even darker eyes. Charles supposed she was his replacement telepath. "Charles," Erik began, clearing his throat in his best attempt to look sincere, "We need to talk about Raven."
"HOLY SHIT, RAVEN, GET UP, GET UP!"
"Mmf..." Raven mumbled, pressing her face into her pillow. Why did her alarm have to be so loud?
"I'm not your alarm, you arsewipe! The oven's on fire!" Now that got Raven's attention. She shot out of bed, and almost went hurtling into the kitchen before she caught her reflection in the mirror through the bathroom doorway - her facade had dropped overnight! Shit, shit, shit, went the silent chanting in Raven's head as she shifted back into the Indian girl. Had Lorna seen? Was that why she was using that weird line of questioning last night? As she swung into the kitchen, she was shocked to see Lorna swatting at the fire with her dressing gown.
"What the hell are you doing?" Exclaimed Raven, her eyes searching the cramped kitchen for a fire extinguisher.
"Don't bother," The still-flapping Lorna said, noticing Raven's darting looks, "I pawned the red thingie."
"What for?!"
"Rent money, student life is expensive!"
Raven sighed exasperatedly, ran her hands through her hair, and backed away from the fire. "Wait her a sec," With that she sprinted out of the kitchen, and towards the bathroom.
Lorna's flapping velocity increased, "Well, I'm not bloody going anywhere, am I?"
"Stop flapping, you giving the fire more oxygen," Raven re-entered the room clutching and a damp towel.
"Hang on, that's mine, you can't use that, it my only-"
"Shush. New towel or new oven?"
Lorna's emerald eyes flicked back and forth between the towel and oven, but eventually she stopped he flapping, allowed Raven to shove the damp cloth into the oven and slam it shut. The fire went out almost immediately, and the two girls sighed in relief. After a few seconds, Raven went to retrieve the now slightly-singed towel, but as she pulled it out, so did a disk of charcoal. Whilst is lay on the floor, smoking and cracked, Raven regarded it with a puzzled expression, until Lorna sidled over to her and sighed.
"It was gonna be such a great pizza."
Raven patted her on the shoulder, "I know, girl. I know." The two girls stood staring at the sad cremated remains of the pizza, until they caught each others eyes, and all seriousness dissolved into helpless giggles. Laughter reverberated around the apartment as the two girls stood there, doubled over helplessly, clutching onto one another for support. Lorna straightened her back up, and couched, trying to look a little more serious. "Shall I make us breakfast?"
"God no, you aren't allowed anywhere near the kitchen!" Scoffed Raven, wiping little tears from her eyes, "I'll get some cereal or something."
As she bustled around the tiny kitchen, pouring out cereal and fetching milk, Raven's mind was strangely free from worries. She guessed she felt comfortable in the dingy flat, with the crazy roommate, as domestic as it was. No running, no stealing, no fighting humanity for survival. Just existing.
"Yo, Raven? You dead in there?"
"Just coming!" Grabbing the bowls, Raven manoeuvred into the living room, setting Lorna's down on the coffee table in front of her.
"You're pretty good at the whole waitressing thing dude. I think the cafe across the road has a vacancy," Raven gave Lorna a confused look as she settled into the soft sofa, "You said you were job hunting yesterday?"
"Oh, yeah, right!" Raven silently cursed out her lying skills, or lack thereof.
"Mphff saffm jsuff hmff schrm rodaygf," Spat Lorna, mouth full of cornflakes.
"Sorry?" Raven leaned away from the bran spewing from her roomate's mouth.
"I said," Lorna swallowed, "We could pop over there and see if they have any vacancies today?"
"Oh, um, yeah, sure thing." Great, thought Raven, just fabulous.