Rewriting the Story of Time (Erik Lehnsherr X Reader)- Part One of Two
Word Count: About 10K
Summary: This is the sequel to a previous Erik smut I had done where Y/N was there when Erik was arrested for the assaination of J.F.K. This piece follows the story line of X-Men: Days of Future Past, so all rights to plot, characters, setting, etc., belong to the brilliant writers at Marvel.
Warnings: Drug abuse, addiction, mental-emotional abuse, depression, anxiety, language, and over all angst.
Author’s Note: Hello reader, you have stumbled upon a gift for my lovely friend Tessa, better known as @superwholockstringpuller and she has a mighty love for the famous metal bender along with heart breaker, Erik Lehnsherr. Even though I’m almost two months late on this, I have finally finished it. So please, Tessa, and my readers, enjoy.
It was nine in the morning when you had walked out of the kitchen with a granola bar in hand. That’s when you heard a sound that you found unfamiliar at first. Then it had sunk in that it was nothing more or less than a doorbell. You paused, no one ever came there. The last time you had heard the doorbell was in 1968. It had been literal years. Five years to be exact.
You didn’t quite know what to do really, until you heard the voice of Hank and he shouted, “I got it,” before mumbling, “it’s probably someone who doesn’t know there’s no professor here.”
You sighed as you sat yourself on the stairs. You figured you may as well wait for Hank to finish up so you could hang out with him in the lab.
Hank definitely had the fashion sense of the time for not getting out much. He had thick framed glasses that started out black but faded to clear. His outfit was a yellow shirt with red stripes, a red cardigan over that, and reddish brown pants. Hank then opened the door, but I couldn’t see past him.
“Can I help you?”
You heard a pause followed by a slightly higher, yet gruff voice.
“Uh… yeah. What happened to the school?”
Even while sitting on the steps you could see the confused expression on Hank’s and you were pretty damn sure your face mimicked his. The school hadn’t operated since the early sixties. Why would this man just now be asking about the school?
Hank, being the intelligent and perceptive man he was, of course voiced your thoughts. “The school has been shut for years. Why, are you a parent?” Whoever was on the other side of the door chuckled.
“God, I sure as hell hope not. Who are you?”
Hank gave him an uncertain look, but spoke up anyways. “Hank McCoy. I look after the house.” You wished you could see past Hank to whoever was on the outside but instead you heard a second long silence before a sigh of aghast.
“You’re Beast? Look at you, you’re a late bloomer.”
You felt yourself tense up. No one except them called him that. The original group who called themselves the X-Men. Your head solemnly lowered. All of them, dead or dead to us. Alex was long gone at war where he couldn’t focus on anything but how to stay alive. As for Erik and Raven, they had been alive but missing ever since Cuba.
Hank shook his head and his tone had raised to more than unfriendly. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Hank began to force the door but the man on the other side was adding pressure too. The door was deadlocked between them. You stood up, not knowing whether or not to intervene. You could simply stop time and get the man far away, but something deep in your gut was beginning to kick in. Time was in distress, it was unbalanced.
“So where’s the professor?”
Hank began to push on the door with more strength, you were fearing he was going to go beast mode. “There’s no professor here.”
He grunted as he continued trying to shut the door, nearly growling and the veins in his arms popping out.
“You’re pretty strong for a scrawny kid. You sure there’s not a little Beast in there?” The voice was definitely becoming more strained with each passing moment.
You wanted to shout, you wanted to do something but you felt frozen.
Hank almost got the door closed as he refused to make eye contact as the other man kept talking. “Come on Beast.”
Through a struggling tone Hank spoke up once again. “He’s not here.” Mystery man kept pushing.
“Come on Beastie.”
With a final shove, the man pushed the door open and waltzed in. My head throbbed at the sight of him. Something about him wasn’t right. It couldn’t have been.
In a way, you had a feeling of dejavu, or a feeling of your fate changing within you. It felt like you were seeing this man for the first time yet like you had known him for over thirty years.
While looking at this tall man who was sculpted like a G.I. Joe action figure, and staring at his pointy hair and stubble, you couldn’t fight back the name that came tumbling out of your mouth. “Logan.” Although the man didn’t hear it and began to push through into the main hall.
Hank followed behind shouting, “hey!,” over and over while the man took steady steps and Hank grabbed onto him.
“I said the school’s closed so, um, you need to leave.” The man, who I felt was named Logan, had gotten closer to the steps where I was. I moved, feeling like he shouldn’t see me if he hadn’t already so I found myself crouching next to the staircase, listening to the conversation pm unfold and just barely looking through the staircase rail.
Logan’s feet were halfway to the stairs and he repeated himself. “Not until I see the professor.”
Hank grabbed Logan’s shoulder and turned him around. “There’s no professor here. I told you that already.”
Then Logan spoke up. “Listen kid, you and I are going to be good friends.”
Logan just flat out punched Hank in the nose.
“Hank!” You began to run over to him, but stopped yourself. You stopped because Hank was no longer shy, clear headed Hank. No, he was beginning to change into what was really Beast.
You stood back as Hank was on the ground covering his face and Logan added, “you just don’t know it yet.” He turned around and made his way back towards the stairs. Hank took off his glasses and by the way his shoulders were tensed up you could tell he was now past returning to normal or calming down.
Logan was running up the stairs. “Professor!”
Hank had slammed one of his hands on the ground. He began to get up and you saw his hair and skin turning blue. You inched closer. You knew Hank wouldn’t hurt you, but something deep inside you always held that fear when he was angered.
“Hank, please calm down.” You were less than three feet away when Hank’s head shot up and he was bearing teeth. Like an animal, he shot forward on all fours and was up the stairs before you could comprehend it. You cursed yourself for wearing heels before barreling up the stairs.
You found yourself useless as you stared down a hall where Hank, silent like an animal ready to strike at its prey, Hank jumped into the chandelier just barely hanging on by his fingers and at the sound, Logan turned around only to be pinned down to the rug covered wooden floor.
There was the clatter of Hank throwing Logan against everything and then Hank actually threw Logan out of the hall. You ducked as the more human man was hurdled out of the hall and back to the stairs. You pulled your arms away from your head and began to stand up until you saw Hank leap, causing you to fall flat on the floor to avoid from injuring yourself.
That’s when the thud of Hank landing on a body rang out and he took that very body and threw it over the railing. You gasped as a groan of pain came from the lower level and Hank stop on the railing. He slowly prepared himself and he was jumping. Hanging by his feet, Beast was dangling over Logan, growling loud and ready to maul him.
That was, until the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway next to you and you saw a face that you hadn’t seen in weeks. A tired one with red eyes likely from tears or lack of sleep, but most likely both. Dark circles sagged under his eyes and he looked like he was dealing with a hangover as always. His wavy hair was a wreck along with his outfit. It was Charles.
“Hank, what’s going on here?”
Charles completely ignored you as he looked down at Hank who now looked like nothing more than a fluffy blue teddy bear hanging upside down from the chandelier. His face was one of fear and nervousness.
Logan raised his head and looked at the man walking down the stairs. “Professor?”
Charles spoke up. “Please don’t call me that.” Hank’s voice heightened in pitch as he asked a vital question which befuddled him.
“You know this guy?”
Charles responded, “yes, he looks… slightly familiar. Get off the bloody chandelier, Hank.” Charles pointed up to Hank and within a moment Hank did another perfecf flip to land on the ground like nothing happened. That’s when you finally began to make your way downstairs while Logan was still laying back feeling the sting.
“You can walk.” Logan made the statement like it was impossible to believe even though Charles had been walking again for years. Charles quickly responded, “you’re an perceptive one.” The sentence reeked with sarcasm and narcissism; Logan still looked confused.
“I thought Erik-” Logan could not continue his sentence because Charles was going on a small rant, very deeply interrupting him.
“That makes it slightly perplexing that you managed to miss our sign on the way in. This is a private property my friend. I’m going to have to ask him to ask you to leave.” Charles pointed to Hank who was still in his blue form.
Logan spoke up and gave a sigh. “I’m afraid I can’t do that because… uh… I was sent here for you.”
Charles laughed. “Well tell whoever it was that sent you that I’m… busy.” Hank sighed and Logan laughed while you stared on in awe. Could that man be the reason everything felt so imbalanced? As if your body was telling you that you were right, your stomach lurched and you braced yourself on the stairwell railing.
“Well, that’s going to be a little tricky, ” Logan said, “because the person that sent me was you.”
“What?” That was all Charles could manage to say, yet the look in his tired eyes said more stronger than words. Yet, the living action figure didn’t even bother to notice as he continued, taking a stance.
“About fifty years from now.”
Charles’ eyes were wide and filled with uncertainty like an injured animal. You didn’t know how to deal with all of the hostility in the room other than to just simply watch as more of the story was told.
“Fifty years from now. Like in the future fifty years from now?” Charles could only pose such a question as he sat on the stairs, an empty scotch glass in hand. You sighed as you remembered another man who loved scotch more than he did, big lightly shook your head to get the thought to flutter away.
Like it was as easy talking about a potential new timeline like as if it were a conversation about the weather, Logan responded, “yeah.”
Charles looked at the living action figure with an expression even you couldn’t read, but he did manage to surprise you with another question. “I sent you from the future?”
Logan just gave another simple answer and Charles laughed a laugh that reminded you of a beautiful vase, shattered. After that he added, “piss off, ” for good measure. That’s when Logan had finally looked into Charles’ eyes and you felt something surge in you that showed the smallest size of what seemed to be hope.
“If you had your powers you’d know that I was telling the truth.” Within that single moment, everyone except for Logan stopped breathing. You didn’t notice that Hank was by your side but he stiffened. You on the other hand couldn’t help but have a silent gasp escape you as Charles looked on with a mix of emotions: fear, anger, confusion, and most evidently, shock.
“How do you know I don’t have my- who are you?”
Logan only said, “I told you.” Charles couldn’t believe him, yet you could somehow. Still Charles pressed on, needing an answer, a logical one to help him make sense of it. In his mind he didn’t want to be dragged into things again, he couldn’t be dragged into things again.
“Are you C.I.A.?”
Logan curtly responded, “no.”
Charles was still trying to figure him out for something that there was no way to figure out. You wanted to reach out to your long time friend, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, knowing full well that it could break him.
“You’ve been watching me.”
Logan, who had his arms crossed for a time now, sighed. “I know you Charles; been friends for years. I know your powers came when you were nine, I know you thought you were going crazy with all of the voices in your head. It wasn’t until you were twelve that you realized that all of the voices were in everyone else’s head. Do you need me to go on?”
Your head whipped over to Charles, to see if those were true and the ex telepath was staring at the ground, his eyes wide and glassy. “I’ve never told anyone that before.” It was just barely a whisper.
Logan continued, for the first time you could see the smile on his lips. “Not yet, no, but you will.”
When Charles’ head lifted from staring at the wooden planks beneath him, he nearly looked as if he was going to take everything that follows seriously. With a voice that reminded you of the old Charles, how he was before Cuba, he spoke. “Alright, you’ve peaked my interest. What do you want?”
There was no time to take a breath or even put in your own thought before an idea was thrown at all of you as hard as it could’ve been.
“We have to stop Raven.” Immediately you saw Hank tense once again, and to stop him you gently wrapped your hand around his arm, to which he didn’t worsen. Charles on the other hand, nearly looked sick. He was dazed as Logan only continued on. “I need your help. We need your help.”
Charles stood up, his legs wobbling a bit. “I think I’d like to wake up now.” Your eyes welled in pity for your colleague. He didn’t have a good life, it was just plain and simple. Then to have something thrown in his face about the very girl, the very sister who betrayed him, to be thrown into his face, it had to have been maddening. For you it would’ve been like being told that E- he was being forced back into the equation.
Charles silently, but shattered like a wind up toy with a broken leg, walked to his study where mounds of bottles, cans, and glasses all lined up. On the way there, he placed his hand on Hank’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze before moving on.
You heard Hank mutter, “what does this have to do with her?”
Charles was off in his study, most likely drinking his troubles away once more while Logan carefully explained to Hank and yourself what Raven caused in the future.
You and Hank looked at each other and knew something had to be done. So after a few more exchanges of words, you found yourselves marching into the study. You explained, Hank popping in a few words from time to time and at the end, Charles was looking like he comprehended it, but wished as if he didn’t.
“So you’re saying they took Raven’s power and what, they weaponized it?”
While nodding his head, Logan said, “yup.” Then Hank spoke up to help back it all up even more. The more logic on your side, the better chance of Charles playing along.
“I mean she is unique.” Charles just echoed his words and Logan continued with an expression of sorrow and of recollection.
“In the beginning Sentinels just targeted mutants. Then they began to identify the genetics of non-mutants. They would eventually begin to have mutant children, grandchildren. Many of the humans tried to help us, it was a slaughter. Leaving only the worst of humanity in charge.”
Hank looked morbidly intrigued, and you were too but at the same time you were focused on Charles. He looked as if he no longer believed in it all, that he thought Logan was pouring his heart out for no reason as he droned on.
“I’ve been in a lot of wars. I’ve never seen anything like this.” Hank was sitting next to the man looking deep in thought. Then he added, “and it all started with her.”
While sitting on his ratty, old blue couch, Charles seemed to humored him. “Let’s say for the sake of… for the sake of believing you, I choose to help you. She won’t even listen to me. Her heart and soul belong to someone else now.” You could see Charles lower his head as well as Hank. They both thought it true, but deep down you knew different. Raven couldn’t just abandon emotions like that.
“I know. That’s why we’re going to need Magneto too.” Your stomach dropped. Your heart dropped. Everything inside of you dropped. You felt sick, like you needed to lie down. But you still stood strong as you could as Charles gave a nearly psychotic grin.
Hank inquired, “Erik?” Charles began to hysterically yet dryly laugh just at hearing the name. Hank continued speaking in his place. “You do know where he is?”
The man in the leather jacket coolly responded, “yeah.”
Charles was still laughing like a bloody hyena and stood up. That laughter had turned into the raw anger that he had felt for years. With venom lacing his words, he spoke up, resisting the urge to let his strained voice turn into a yell. “He’s where he belongs.”
Charles sauntered out of his study, his glass still in hand and a single, calloused finger tracing the rim of the glass. At that point you could no longer stay silent, but Logan’s voice rang out and gave meaning to the words in your head. “That’s it? You’re just going to walk out.”
Charles wore a mocking grin and tried to sound impressed, only coming off as hostile and narcissistic. “Ooh top marks. Like I said you are perceptive.” Charles faced away yet again, but Logan growled after him.
“The professor I know would never turn their back on someone who lost their path. Especially someone they love.” Suddenly the broken man had paused at the stairs and slowly turned on his heel to face the three of you.
“You know, I think I do remember you now. Yeah, we came to you a long time ago seeking your help and I’m going to say to you what you said to us then. ‘Fuck off’.” In a second or less, Charles was being help up by the collar of his stained shirt and Logan no longer had time for patience. You yelped as you saw your closest friend in danger but Hank kept you back.
“Listen to me you little shit,” Logan said, “I’ve come a long way and watched a lot of people die. Good people, friends. If you want to wallow in self-pity then you’ll watch the same thing. Understand?”
After staring down for a solid five seconds he let go of Charles who happily regained his balance. Charles then turned serious again looked Logan in the eyes before ruthlessly saying, “we all have to die sometime.”
He began to walk away, your heart stopping with shock, and you heard Hank disappointedly murmur, “I told you there was no professor here.” With echoes of Hank’s words in his mind, Charles walked up the stairs and left all of you to sit in silence.
Charles blindly found himself stumbling to his room, looking for nothing in particular except for a way to escape the pain. There were certainly ways to do it, ways that would silence his pain for eternity, but he had always turned such a dark thought away. He couldn’t leave you. He couldn’t leave Hank. No mater how useless and pitiful he felt, he could never do it. By reflex alone, Charles took his scotch glass and filled it with the contents of the bottle closest to him. It didn’t matter what time it was. He drank from the time he woke up to the time he passed out.
Charles drank himself to unconsciousness because that was the only thing that let him reach the sensation of sleep. You along with Hank were surprised that he had never managed to get alcohol poisoning. Maybe his mutation gave him a strong liver too.
After he had downed the glass, he pulled out an old rag, almost like a bandage you’d use on a sprain, but much shorter. He wrapped and tied it around his arm, pulling it tight with his teeth as he prepared to jam a needle into it like a heroin addict.
As Charles plummeted the metal into his arm, he could only think of a few things: Erik, Raven, the school and you. All of his friends, family, he let them down. He was such a failure in his own ocean eyes. He had them, all of you, he had everything but he just couldn’t keep them. He couldn’t hold on.
Then he heard things. He began to hear voices in the dark recesses of his mind. Their voices. They were all tearing at his being, he just couldn’t take it. He pushed down the end of the syringe which was already in his arm, and watched the liquid gold, almost like honey, slowly fill his veins. He just wanted the pain to go away. Only you, who stood downstairs, knew that for Charles, the pain would never be gone.
Charles ripped the old rag from his arm and threw it to the floor almost as if he was angry; angry at himself. So he fell back onto his bed and turned his head sluggishly to the side.
In front of his eyes was a nightstand, littered in bottles and glasses of the past. Yet through them he could see a single picture illuminated by his bedside lamp. The picture was of a girl, of Raven. Not Mystique, but Raven, the girl he knew, took in, and cherished like a little sister.
He took a deep breath as the moment they met in that very home filled his mind. How he found her in the kitchen, disguised as his own mom, but failed to act like her. The lonely man laid still as his eyes looked like glass and released hot tears. He didn’t want to think of her or any of them. That caused pain and Charles… he just wanted the pain to go away.
Yet it didn’t. His mind then drifted to Erik and how he stole her. He stole Raven, made her into a completely different person. Erik also gave Charles you. Another loss. You may have still been by his side, but in his eyes, you didn’t even regard him as him anymore. Charles remembered the shine in your eyes, the way your lips curved when you smiled, and how strong you seemed when you carried yourself. You were a friend to everyone you met. Only that had changed.
When Charles and Erik first found you, you found yourself in love. Charles knew, since way back when he could hear minds. He knew that Erik returned such feelings, but ignored them in fear of losing more than he already had. Then you two grew closer, and that led to a night where Charles couldn’t sleep due to such provocative thoughts racing through his mind.
Then on the beach in Cuba, he felt your heart shatter as he fell to the ground. He felt your heart stop as you shouted and pleaded with Erik not to leave. Yet he did. Then when you were invited to Dallas, you came back with a blank expression and a heart that was nearly mended but broken once again.
With everything, you just weren’t the same.
Finally, Charles took a deep breath, pulled himself out of his thoughts. He rubbed the tears away as he sat up, knowing what he needed to do, not just for Raven but in having the small hope of fixing you. So he stood and made his way from his room, slamming the door behind him, and wobbled down the stairs. He stood in the foyer and spoke with Raven clouding his mind once again.
“I’ll help you get her. Not for any of your future shite, but for her.”
You along with Hank and Logan turned around to see Charles standing there, drunkenly. You were going to say something until Logan shrugged and spoke up.
It seemed as if that would be a close to the conversation, but Charles had spoken with spite. “The thing is that you don’t know Erik. He’s a monster, a murderer. You think you can convince Raven to change, come home? That’s splendid. But what makes you think that you can change him?”
The room went silent like something had killed every voice. At least, until Logan had the guts to slice the silence.
“Because you and him sent me back here together.”
Everyone but you was shocked. Somehow it felt normal, like you’d been expecting it.
More of the same went on, making your brow furrow in not only frustration, but as well as annoyance. That is when you could no longer take it anymore.
“Logan, Charles, silence!” With that the eyes of the three men were on you and your composed yourself a bit more before speaking, first aiming your message at Charles. “Charles, can you please just accept the bloody fact that this man is not on a drug trip? If he were he’d be stumbling not only over himself but his words as well. I can feel something about him! Time isn’t as it should be and the feeling got stronger with him around. He’s ripping the balance of time, and to do something like that, whatever is going on must be dire! Just consider it, please. And Logan, Charles may seem like a dick right now, and I know you’ve been through a lot, but this man over here, is one of the most unfortunate men I’ve ever known. Just imagine the person you trusted most, and them ruining your life.”
Logan sighed, looking unamused. “Well kid, hate to break it to you but my future ain’t so bright. Even with an old friend like you.”
You paused. “What year did you say you’re from?”
“I didn’t. 2023.”
You quickly did the math and concluded, you were old. Very old. “How the hell did I live to 92 in a life like this?”
Logan laughed, but seemed kind of sad in a way, “you get more ornery over the years.”
You sighed and shook your head to get back on topic.
“Well we’re all on the same page. Now we just need to come up with a plan, unless Logan, you have a plan already.”
“About that, I don’t.”
You sighed, nearly ready to pull your hair out. “You really didn’t have a plan already?” He laughed and Hank spoke up.
“I’m going to run to the lab really quick. I’ll meet you in the study.” You sent him a confused look and he ran towards one of the other wings of the building. You looked back to Logan as he walked into the study. Charles followed and a second later all of you were standing there waiting for the brains of the group.
A moment later Hank ran into the room with a rolled up paper. They seemed like plans, but plans for what was the question. Since it was Hank you were talking about, maybe it was some sort of invention he needed to find parts for that would help you.
Hank unrolled the paper onto the table. What you saw was the outline of the Penatgon. “Hank? How in the hell did you get this?” You looked up at him in utter awe and saw a mischievous grin appear on his usually wary face.
“Well, when I worked at the C.I.A. I got access to a lot of secret files, and when I quit they didn’t bother to take the files back.” You couldn’t help but smirk and give off a chuckle or two. What could you say? It was exciting.
Hank began to explain things on the floor plans and gave some history on the facility. “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 made of pure concrete and sand. No metal.”
That explained why Erik couldn’t escape, but that was no helpful information considering you had no clue how far down he was.
Charles continued. “He’s being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building on the planet.”
Charles had to have been right because you had been to DC before, and nearly everywhere you went there was some security.
Logan spoke up. “Why is he in there?”
The air in the room filled with thoughts of sincere and utter doubt. How had Logan not known? You’d think the hero of the century would know what he’s getting himself into, but of course he did not.
Charles spoke up, almost sounding like he found it amusing. “What, he forgot to mention?” Charles’ figure which was holding itself up on the table had raised his head slightly. His eyes showed a bit of amusement as he looked at Logan. Then he began to laugh. Your heart sank. It felt like you were watching someone who wasn’t Charles, this man was too broken. Hank spoke up in Charles’ place.
You put your head down. You were with Erik that day. You never saw a gun. Yet, Charles was so positive. Sometimes you questioned what you really saw that day, but you’d always end up with an opinion no different than begone. You felt like Erik was trying to save Kennedy but you kept your opinion to myself.
“He killed-” Logan didn’t get to finish his sentence because Charles laughed again and looked at Logan with visible amusement playing on his face.
“What else explains a bullet miraculously curving through the air? Erik’s always had a way with guns.”
Charles’ once smiling face had faded as Hank and Logan sat there with scowls. Charles only continued. “Are you sure that you want to carry on with this?” The uncertainty in Charles’ voice grew and you could tell that a part of him wished that Logan would give up. Naturally that didn’t happen.
“Hey, this is your plan, not mine.”
Hank immediately rebutted, “we don’t have the resources to get inside.”
Charles supported him by adding, “or out. It’s just me, Hank, and Y/N.” You sat there and thought about it. If you could use your time manipulation on that many people… then you decided not to consider it. Even if that would work, it would exhaust you to the point of unconsciousness and you wouldn’t be able to get everyone back out. It was a fruitless idea.
All of them looked deep in thought and then Logan spoke up. “I know a guy. Yeah, he’d be a young man about now.” Lived right outside of D.C.“ Logan’s eyes changed. Instead of the cold, hard ones his eyes began to get soft around the edges. A look of fond memories filled his dark orbs and he laughed. "Yeah, he could break in anywhere. I just don’t know how the hell we’re gonna find him.” I immediately thought of Cerebro and I looked into Hank’s eyes. A certain glow that I recognized all too well had appeared on Hank’s face. We had the same thought.
Hank turned to the professor with a questioning look. “Is Cerebro out of the question?” He said it in a very hushed tone and Charles rolled his eyes. It wasn’t in a sassy, cinical way like it normally was, but more of a tired and exasperated way. He hung his head and slightly shook it. You mentally screamed at Charles, but he couldn’t hear it and most likely would die before he ever could.
Hank just sighed and looked back to Logan. “We have a phone book…” With that, Hank went to go grab some yellow pages and you noticed Logan staring at you. You turned to him curiously, wondering what that look in his eyes said. The look in his eyes was sad and fond in a way. “Hey Logan, what is it? It looks like you just watched a dog movie.”
He laughed and I saw his eyes become a bit glossy. “You’re just a sight for sore eyes.” Your head slightly tilted in confusion. What did he mean by that? He noticed your obvious befuddlement. “Well you’re not the same in the future. You’re not as sweet, so it’s nice to see you as your old self.” A part of you felt as if he was lying, but if he was, you didn’t want to know why.
Hank came back with four phone books, one for each of you. “So what’s this kid’s last name?”
Logan quickly replied, “Maximoff.” You made a guess about where to flip. You landed on an “mc” page and took a bit more time to flip back, scanning all of the names. It didn’t take long to the name. “Logan, I found it.”
He came and looked over your shoulder before saying, “Let’s go.”
With that, all of you went outside and got into your cars. You were stepping into your car as you heard Charles speak up, catching you just slightly off guard. “Hey, you’re not driving that.” You turned to him, a hand on your hip.
“And why not?”
“Y/N, I need to make sure you’re okay. Especially with the past you and Er-” you stopped him by getting in the car quickly and practically slammed the door.
You let the three boys ride in the front while you had the back of the car to yourself. At a stop sign Logan spoke up. “Since I’m driving around with a stolen car, I think we need to get a rental.”
You immediately straightened up. “You stole this?”
He smirked. “Yeah. I stole it from a guy earlier today. He wasn’t a good guy. Anyways, Charles, can we use your card to rent one?”
He sighed. “I suppose.”
You stopped at a place to get another car. It was very similar to the one that you were previously in but the second one was blue instead of black.
You all got in the same way as the last one and began your drive once again. Before you knew it you had ended up at a nice looking home in Maryland. The exterior was all black and white with tons of windows. It looked like an expensive house to say the least.
The boys argued about how Charles shouldn’t get used to driving us around while you slowly got out of the car. You looked around to see if you could see anyone but only saw the boys already getting ready to knock. Charles turned around and even when he had on rich brown sunglasses that covered half of his face you could tell that he looked confused. “Bloody hell Y/N, what are you looking around for? Get up here.” You looked at him with a fake, sarcastic smile and high pitched voice like that of a housewife from the forties or fifties. “Okay dear.”
You ran up the steps as a woman opened the door. Her hair was a bit on the longer side, blonde, and was in waves. Her face had wrinkles that could only be from furrowing her brow and making other worried facial expressions. Her eyes were wide and she sighed.
“What’s he done now? I’ll just write you a check from whatever he took.”
Logan coolly responded, “we just need to talk to him.” With that she nodded.
“Okay.” Then she raised her voice. “Peter! The cops are here! Again…” You sighed just looking at the woman. She looked tired and a bit disappointed. While the boys began to walk downstairs I walked over to her.
“Hey, how about you take twenty bucks and go get yourself a bottle of wine?” You reached into your wallet and gave the woman a twenty. She looked up at me with worried eyes.
“No, I can’t.”
You smiled and held the bill onto her hand. “Don’t worry. It’s just twenty bucks, and that guy with the long hair is loaded. He’ll probably give me money later on for no reason. Also you won’t have him to look after tonight. We’re going to take him on a trip to set him straight.”
Ms. Maximoff smiled at me. “Thank you.” With that she sped out of the door. You smiled to yourself and made your way to the basement. The first voice you heard was Charles. “How’d you know that we got a rental car?”
“I checked your registration when you walked in the door. I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreement and saw that you’re from out of town.”
With that, you saw a boy with silver locks sitting on a ratty old couch. “Are you F.B.I.?” And then the boy was behind Charles, holding his wallet and a card. “Nope, you’re not cops.” He also mentioned a place on the card. “Hey, what’s with this gifted youngsters place?” Then he dropped it along with the wallet onto the ping pong table. Charles picked them up, a bit flustered, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. He shot you something a little less of a glare and spoke up.
“That’s… an old card.”
Hank was all smiles. “Well he’s fascinating.”
Charles bitterly spat, “he’s a pain in the ass.” You ouldn’t help but at least give a single chuckle at Charles’ behavior. It was quite funny to see him that aggravated.
Hank looked over to Logan with pure curiosity. “What is he, a teleporter?”
He shook his head. “No he’s just fast. When I knew him he wasn’t so… young.” Before you could even bother to comprehend it, he was on the couch with a popsicle. His cocky personality shone through. “Young? You’re just old.”
The boys all turned around to the couch that the Peter boy was sitting on and Hank spoke up, “so you’re not afraid to show your powers.” The best way to describe Peter’s face was that he was challenging all of you.
“Powers? What powers? What are you talking about? Do you see something strange here? Nothing that anybody would believe if you told them.” You saw Logan sigh out of the corner of your eye as you tried to figure the kid out. Of course he sped away while you were doing so. Then you heard the sound of an arcade game behind you all. He was playing pong.
“So who are you? What do you want?”
Logan decided to cut to the point. “Peter, we need your help.”
The boy still had his eyes glued to the machine but still manged to respond, “what?” Logan tried to explain it.
“We need you to break into a highly secured facility and try to get someone out.”
Peter had just put on a mischievous smirk. “Prison break? That’s illegal you know.”
With that all of you looked around the room of stolen property. He had a stockpile of TVs and enough sweets to last him through the apocalypse. You ignored the kid’s logic as Logan tried to further convince him. “Not as long as you don’t get caught.”
Peter’s smirk only widened. “So what’s in it for me?” You looked over to Charles to see him taking off his sunglasses revealing the dark circles under his eyes and spoke up in his cocky voice that he and when you were younger. The voice he used when him and Erik found you. His charming personality that you thought had long been lost within the broken man, never to be recovered. “You, you collective maniac, get to break into the Penatgon.”
Peter froze on the spot. Then he slowly turned to face you. “How do I know I can trust you?”
Logan responded, “because we’re just like you.”
Charles looked over to Logan. “Show him. You too Y/N.” Logan raised his hand and claws came out. Peter promptly replied, “that’s cool but disgusting.”
Then he looked over to you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Your muscles tightened, and were put to the limits, feeling like they were going to rip apart. The earth was giving a silent scream as it stopped turning and you opened your eyes to see everyone in the room except for yourself and Peter frozen. Not encased in ice, but encased in time. Peter looked around, wide eyed like he had just witnessed something unimaginable, which he had. With a sigh and a laugh, he said, “now that’s cool.”
Suddenly your grip one time faded away and you heard Charles laughing behind you. “That was splendid. I wasn’t able to see it myself but I know it was splendid.”
It was moments later that all of you ran upstairs, but Peter was by far the first one up and had ran through the whole house by the time you were at the top step. Although, Peter looked befuddled, so you stopped and spoke to him. “What is it?”
He turned back to you with his hand awkwardly on the back of his neck. “Well my mom’s gone.”
You smiled and joked with him a bit. “Oh, she was stressed so I gave her money to go buy herself some wine. She needs it with a kid like you.”
Peter only smirked and confused you. “Wait, aren’t you insulted by that?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I can’t argue with you on that one.” You just sighed and gave a giggle as you all made it to the car. Charles came up to you. “That was kind of you, buying his mum a bottle of wine.”
You shrugged and simply said, “Sometimes a mom just needs a nice drink. That’s what my mom always told me. She said when, and of course it’s actually if, I ever have a kid, to always have a wine bottle and glass handy.”
Charles laughed before him, Hank, and Logan once again filed into the front seat. Peter and yourself filed into the back and once the car started moving Peter spoke up. “So how did you guys find a girl this hot?” You turned red and Charles almost slammed the breaks out of suprise. After he regained his composure he spoke up.
“I came across Y/N in 1962. And you mister, should be going for girls your own age and not roughly thirteen years older than you.” You gave out an awkward and weak laugh while Peter spoke up again.
“As long as I’m legal it’s cool.” Then he laughed, unable to take himself seriously.
Charles continued, “I’ve been a close friend for years now.” You nodded even though that was only half true. You and Charles had indeed been friends for years, but how many years had it been since it felt like you two were friends? Not even months but years. It was 1967 when Charles shut the doors to his manor and he would no longer come out of his room. Yet you stayed with nowhere else to go.
Finally you just sighed and settled for staring out of the window, thinking over the plan.
Peter would run to Erik’s cell, that much was obvious and you decided purely based off of the fact that no one could keep up with him, that he would be fine on his own. Then you needed to find out a way to get in. A tour, yeah that would work. Hank would be on the tour, he could use some sort of device to alter the security cameras. Then you were left with the roles for Charles, Logan, and yourself. You could all start off on a tour, find a corridor or staircase that would lead to the kitchens, and meet Peter and Erik there. Yeah, it would work.
You noticed a store on your way and you spoke up. “Charles, I need to run into that store, and I need to borrow some cash. I have an idea for the plan, and if it’s gonna work, we’ll need disguises.” In the rear view mirror you saw Charles sigh but he did as you asked and pulled put a crefit card only to hand to you. As soon as the rental car was parked, you hurried out into the parking lot and into the store. If your plan was going to work then you’d have to look the part.
Oddly enough, you actually ran to a toy aisle first and found a remote control toy car. Maybe Hank would be able to tinker with the remote so he could change frequencies or stations of cameras. That brilliant man could make a circuit board out of a bottle cap, half broken computer chip, and a small piece of copper.
To help him with the tinkering you grabbed a small toolkit. Right before you were about to leave to go grab clothes, you realized that Hank would need something to conceal the remote in. A not very manly idea came to mind, a fanny pack.
It took you a few minutes to even locate something like that but the only color they had was blue. That would not go with Hank’s yellow and red outfit. And he needed something nicer looking to wear to the Penatgon.
So you actually decided to buy Hank a whole outfit, which you had to get in a section for lanky men, but had to guess his size on everything. You prayed that it would fit alright or the whole plan could have a possibility of failing.
Then you went to the normal men’s department and looked in the dress wear. If Charles was going to be masquerading as any sort of professional he needed to dress like one. Anything was better than the outfit he was wearing then, stained and over a decade old. You picked out black trousers, black dress shoes, black socks, a black jacket, and red patterned tie, and a white button up shirt.
You thought you were ready to go find something for yourself, but then realized that Erik, as much you hated him at the time, would appreciate an outfit other than his prison getup. You sighed and tried to guess what his size would be based off of the last time you saw him. Images of his clothes on the floor, your wrists being held captive by the headboard, and his moans filled your head. At which you wanted them to stop. You wanted to stop thinking of him. You had to stop thinking of him. So with clothes for him, thrown sloppily into a cart, you ran to the women’s section just to get away.
You probably had two hundred dollars worth of clothes and gadgets but you still needed to find something of your own. When you walked into the store, you were wearing jeans, a blouse without shoulders, and sandals. You were rocking the whole disco hippie vibe, but you needed something serious to wear.
You grabbed a pair of black high heels, a black pencil skirt, a black blazer, and a white button up blouse. Your outfit was just the female version of Charles’.
When you paid the total rang up to over three hundred fifty dollars. You pulled out a credit card that belonged to Charles. Before you left the register, you spoke to the cashier. “May I change in the dressing room? I’m kind of in a rush.” She gave you a grin.
“Yeah. Just take number three, here’s the key.”
She pulled a key out from under the counter as you went to go unlock the dressing room. Inside you changed, threw all of the price tags away and separated your clothes from the boys’. Then gave the cashier the key back, threw away your old outfit, and made your way out of the store.
You expected to see them all in the car but they were all standing outside of it, leaning up against it and casually chatting like they weren’t going to break into the Pentagon in the next hour.
Then Peter looked over with a blank expression before saying, “now you look like my middle school principal.” You laughed before Charles looked over and raised an eyebrow. “You certainly went shopping didn’t you?”
You frowned. “It’s all part of the plan Charlie.”
“You haven’t called me that in a decade.”
“Well we’re about to see a friend from a decade ago, may as well bring back tradition.” Then you decided to shift to plan mode. “Listen, I came up with a plan, but it will take a lot of work do stop and pay close attention. First,” you looked over to Peter. “Okay kid, so your job is to get Erik. You will masquerade as the guard who delivers the food to Erik. You need to figure out how to break the glass, but I have a feeling that it’s not your first time doing that.” He grinned and you looked to Hank. “Hank, we’ll need someone to hack the security cameras. Do you think you can alter this remote to do that?” You handed Hank the controller and a few other things to let him mess around with it.
“Um yeah. I need more room though so you or Peter would have to get in the front.” I smiled. “Fantastic. I’ll sit up front. Oh and Hank, I bought you an outfit. Since we’re already so low on time, I’ll just freeze time and you can change outside of the car.” You handed him a bag of clothes and Logan got out of the car to let him by. You then turned to Charles.
“We’re going to pretend like we’re authorized agents putting the building on lock down. Logan will come with us. We’ll get Peter and him, then get the hell out. To do that, here’s your suit. Now get on the other side of the car and put it on while time is frozen.” He just sighed and got out of the vehicle.
Charles got out of the car and you slid onto the middle seat of the front. Logan spoke up. “I’m glad that you’re not making me wear a suit.” You just laughed.
“Well with how tough you look you don’t need a suit.” He just smirked and moments later Charles and Hank were back in the car.
When Hank was in the back seat you spoke up. “Can you find a way to make a diversion in the kitchen?” He nodded.
“Yeah. I’ll be finished by the time we get there.” You smiled to yourself as you all began to drive off.
All of you got through Pentagon security without a hitch and got onto the tour. Of course Peter was already on his way to his cell. Logan, Charles and yourself made a break for the nearest stairwell.
Making a quick escape from the group and the corridors, you found yourselves in the kitchen, the fire sprinklers engaging. You could hear the panic from down the hall. Charles began to yell while you along with Logan were getting soaked to the bone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, this is a code red situation. We are evacuating the entire floor so we, uh, um, my associates and I can, uh, secure the prison.” The guard walking up towards you all seemed to find it unconvincing, and you couldn’t blame him. For being an ex telepath, Charles was not at all fluent when on the spot.
“Who are you?”
Charles tried to come up with an adequate explanation, but groping for one had ultimately failed him.
“We are special operations C.B.F.B.C.I.D.,” he paused. He then preceeded to shake his head and brush away his panicked and rediculous answer. “Look, perhaps you didn’t hear new the first time but it is imperative that you understand that we are in a complete lock down situation. We have to get to the third floor and-” Charles was interrupted by Logan elbowing one of the two guards, then grabbing a frying pan, and knocking both of them out. You raised and eyebrow and approvingly nodded at his quick work.
When Logan turned back around he looked to Charles. “Oh I’m sorry, weren’t you finished?” You sauntered to Logan’s side and gave him a high five before Charles sighed. The British man knelt down by one of the two unconscious guards and pulled the keys out of one of the their pockets. He then walked over to where the elevator while you remained still.
Charles finally responded to Logan. “Sorry, I’m just not very good with violence.” You noticed that his cheeks were red but it was his clear embarrassment. He had hardly come up with anything to say a few moments prior and he had failed at making a solid cover up. Then the door behind him opened. Standing there was him. Erik. The very man who had crushed you more than once.
“Charles?” Within a second Erik was on the ground rubbing at his cheek. Charles was shaking his hand as if the punch he had just thrown hurt. A choked laugh had barely made it past your lips as Erik struggled to regain his usually suave composure. “It’s good seeing you old friend, and walking.”
Charles scoffed in return. “No thanks to you.”
You agreed with Charles’ bitterness. Erik was the reason for Charles’ paralysis. He was the reason for mutants being exposed. He was the reason people hated mutants so much. He was the fault of it all.
You silently watched their conversation from across the room. Erik remarked, “you’re the last person I expected to see today.”
Within a blink, the space between the two had drawn thin and a look you had never seen in the eyes of Charles had appeared. It was one that could threaten the existence of anyone who looked into them. His voice only conveyed the same. “Believe me, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to. If we get you out of here we’ll do it my way, no killing.”
The German bastard gave a smile that could easily trick one into letting their guard down. “No helmet. I couldn’t disappear even if I wanted.”
You bitterly thought about how the only things he had done with that helmet were disappear from your life as well as destroy it.
All of the pent up emotions in the room caused a heat that you could feel. Charles was greatly contributing to it. “I’m never getting inside of that head again. I need your word, Erik.”
Erik silently nodded, still not noticing you. Without warning, the door that you and Logan had stood by opened. A hand was thrown over your mouth as your hands were pulled behind your back. Guards began to shout.
“Hold it right there!”
Without warning you were kicking and trying to yell as you were dragged into the hall, and you were thrown to the hard ground, being kept still by all of the hits thrown your way. Your drenched body had curled up until you felt something jab your side. At first, nothing, then a second later you screamed and seized. Electricity was coursing through your veins, leaving you unable to do anything but listen to the scream of not just Charles and Logan but a third voice. A third voice screaming, “Y/N!”
The electricity wouldn’t leave. Just as a single shock would end, another one even more painful would begin. Your throat was already feeling raw from helplessly making sounds of the scorching pain. Your head turned as you saw the security member who shocked you get tackled by others. Apparently you weren’t supposed to be that attacked.
“Get her medical attention immediately,” one of the guards ordered.
You felt arms slide under your back and knees before you were limply moving to the steps of the guard that carried you. You were trying to focus on time. You couldn’t be taken anywhere. You had to stay with Charles, Logan, Peter, and especially Erik. You tried to reach out, but the most you managed was the twitch of your finger.
After being carried for a minute or so, you had finally regained the ability to speak. “Put… me… down…”
The guard didn’t do as you said. You just kept repeating it like a metronome until, you found that his footsteps stop. Time had stopped. You had managed it but you didn’t know for how long. So you threw yourself out of his arms, your own limbs feeling weak. So hunched over and taking in harsh breaths of pain, you began to stumble down the hall.
When you got to the main entrance, time had resumed. People hustling and bustling, but you had remained unnoticed, as if seeing someone who was nearly electrocuted to death was a normal occurrence.
You managed to stumble out without falling to the ground. Only when you heard the voice of a past lover did you finally hit the pavement.