𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝: 𝙲𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜

𝙲𝙷. 𝟽-𝟷 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢

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Hank woke you up early in the morning, saying you should head out in a few minutes, to arrive at the Pentagon by noon. In this case, if you needed extra sleep, you could rest on the plane till reached D.C. Without a doubt, having trouble with sleeping for getting too excited about the mission, you slept the whole way.

When you got to the airport, the adults agreed to rent a car to drive for the rest of the journey to the Pentagon. Again, you drifted into a deep slumber.

You stirred a bit, struggling hard to keep yourself up, and the argument between Logan and the professor for the correct direction was a total help to wake you up from your slumber. Yawning as you rolled down the window to look outside, the familiar street view made your heart skip several beats.

The road led to a certain direction further in town, passing a filling station, which caused you to leave the state; the diner, which was located next to the cassette shop you used to work at. You had a sense of homebound, yet fear was also the word that accompanied the impression of this place.

''W-why are we here?'' you asked, traces of panicky in your voice. ''I thought we are visiting the Department of Defense.''

''We're here to get someone; he can help us get Erik out,'' Hank replied nonchalantly, ''you didn't get to know the rest of the plan, because you ran out afterward.''

Your brows knitted in confusion for assuming you and Peter might be the only mutants here. So there was another mutant staying in this town, probably someone who hid for a long time, far older than you, in professor's or Hank's age, possibly, you thought.

''May I ask who?'' This assumption of yours was absurd enough, maybe asking the question would help.

''Your future husband,'' responded Logan with low chuckles. He smirked as he saw how your cheeks tinted in crimson so quickly.

Professor Charles on the other hand wasn't too happy about this. He side glanced at Logan in annoyance, mumbling with a threatening tone, ''She's only seventeen!''

''Oh yeah, I forgot,'' Logan smirked, ''you treat her like your own flesh.''

You were certain that professor Charles had accidentally hit the brakes because of Logan's comment; he nearly hit an old lady who just happened to cross the street in front! He wasn't good at driving, you could now understand why Hank drove out to buy groceries most of the time.

A few minutes later, you arrived in a beautiful neighborhood; beautiful grey and white paints of residents with big front yards. You hadn't been to this neighborhood, not even once, since your house was at the opposite end of this town.

''Here, here, here!'' exclaimed Logan.

''Where?''

''There, just up here!'' Logan pointed to a house.

''All right, all right. Don't get excited.''

''Next time, I'm driving, all right?'' said Logan sacrificially, arguing about the professor's driving ability.

''Don't get used to it.''

Hank got off the car, then followed by Logan. When you attempted to exit, professor Charles stopped your act. ''No, you'll be staying here.''

''What? Why?!'' you exclaimed with arms folded on the chest; now you did look like a seven-year-old.

''We'll make sure this guy is harmless. Besides, it'll only take a while. I'll leave the windows open.'' with that, he exited the car, joining the other two.

You huffed, biting your inner cheek to prevent spatting swear words at him. Professor's overprotective about your security wasn't necessary, as you could protect yourself with your abilities, duh? Thinking you were lucky enough to avoid being left at home, it wasn't worth arguing with this small 'meeting' issue. As you saw the adults were able to enter inside by the host, you slumped in your seat, thoughts wondering.

Now you were again back to this place, but couldn't roam around and find your mother or possibly, Peter. You were on a mission, so no personal matter was allowed. Once Magneto was freed from the prison, you'd be heading to Paris as soon as you could; with every minute and second count. The problem was solved, you could call your mother anytime, and as for reconnecting with Peter, it would depend on fate. If the mutant crisis was solved, you could come back and meet him again.

Then you thought back about what Logan told you earlier. The guy they were going to help you free Magneto was your future husband. Was he joking? He couldn't possibly...if he did joke, why were you trying to calm down your burning cheeks so desperately? Unless you were excited, but at the same time, feeling uneasy about learning the 'love and marriage' subject so soon.

As you looked outside the window, the front door of the person's house was opened as a strong wind had just made it happen. It was quick, not even having time for you to rethink, as you saw a flash of silver before your eyes.

''Wo-'' you yelped at the blur and unknown force that brought you down the car. The movement was quick, so familiar that it gave you a thrill of excitement; it was like you'd been doing this for times, all thanks to a certain person. The way their arms held you was always the same, gentle but comforting, a flying sensation with an instant swish — you exactly knew who did this. This sensation wasn't able to get mistaken that easy-

''Hello beautiful,'' you heard a voice to your immediate right at the same time you felt like being plopped down on the sofa.

''Whoa! H-how?'' With heart pounding, you looked everywhere, to the Silverhead, and the three adults standing before you.

Surprised, your mind processed in slow motion; first shocked, then surprised, but also, ecstatic, at the same time.

You couldn't hear what the professor and the others were talking about as your eyes scanned the room, taking in the whole scope: stairs which led down, basement it was. There was a bed at the far end of the room, and a set of sofas and many kinds of stuff—which you believed were all stolen by Peter. A PONG game machine, ping pong table, televisions, and snacks...just to name a few.