A Kiss From The Future[A Peter Maximoff/Logan Howlett X-Men Fanfiction]

Peter Maximoff looked outside to see a car had pulled up in his mother's driveway, they didn't look like cops, but why else would they be here? As soon as the three men went in the house, he sped past them to check the car and see if there's any leads to them being with the police or FBI. He found that the car was a rental, definitely not cops, but maybe FBI. They were talking to his mother right now so he left the car and rushed inside to the basement so he could finish his games, and act like he was there the entire time. He needed to not come off as a suspicion in any crime they thought he had committed, his mother would kill him if she had to deal with another court case. Whether he committed a crime or not was not the problem, it never hurt anyone, much less the police when he grabbed a few snacks from the convenience store. Plus, he couldn't go slow for too long without his speed so he couldn't really stay for five minutes at the cash register. That and he or his mother didn't have the money to keep up with his fast metabolism, he could eat a big meal and still end up hungry after due to his body going faster with the rest of him. It was probably the reason he dropped out of school, school lunches were at a pretty strict time and he couldn't really eat in class. [He never paid attention to the class, anyways.] The three men came down the stairs, Peter pretended he didn't even know they weren't cops. Just to play with them for a while, get to know what type of people they were. And also know if they were FBI or not. He played with one of his games, trying to keep himself active while also being curious as to why they were here. "What do guys want? I didn't do anything." He got to his chair, looking up at them. "I've been here all day." The dark haired man with the weird cat-like haircut sighed, looking down at him. "Relax Peter. We're not cops." "Of course you're not cops. If you were cops, you wouldn't be driving a rental car." Peter commented, sitting back a bit more. "How'd you know we've got a rental car?" The longer haired man asked, standing over Peter. Peter couldn't tell which expression he was making or if he was blaming him for something, as the sunglasses were in the way. "I checked your registration while you were walking to the door. I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreement, saw you were from out of town." Peter explained very quickly, it was hard for him to talk this slow due to his powers. "Are you FBI?" His face rose in curiosity, then he sped towards them and decided on checking one of their wallets. "Nope, you're not cops. Hey, what's with this gifted youngsters place?" A card fell out of the wallet and onto the table. "That's an... old card." The longer haired man grabbed his wallet and card back, putting the card back into it. He seemed very tense for some reason. The one with the normal glasses turned to him in admiration, "He's fascinating." "He's a pain in the arse." The longer haired one commented, he must've been that upset over the card. He was a tad bit dramatic. "He's what? A teleporter?" The guy with the glasses asked the dark haired one, he seemed absolutely interested and admired about Peter's powers. Peter had already gone through an entire box of twinkies, they were taking too long to talk. "No, he's just fast. When I knew him, he wasn't so..." Logan's eyes went elsewhere, searching for words to say but he could only think of one. "...Young." "Young? You're just old." He tries to get this guy at least a little mad, the other one was easy to do that to so he wanted to see if this one was as easy as his friend. Peter was already chewing on another snack, not feeling much full after it even after he had a whole box. "So you're not afraid to use your powers?" The one with the glasses asked him curiously, he was more interested in the phenomenon of Peter's abilities than Logan's future with him. "Powers? What powers? What are you talking about?" Peter tried to trick them a little, just in case they were actually normal humans and nothing like him. The weird dark haired guy didn't come off to him as normal though, so he didn't have too much doubt about him. "Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them." He usually did this with other people, because it made anyone who didn't see him speed up think that person was going absolutely insane. And in turn, making said person feel like they were too. He sped towards his pong game, playing a few levels before actually caring that they were there again. "So who are you? And what do you want?" He asked, his eyes on the game but his mind somewhere else. "We need your help, Peter." The dark haired man immediately answered the question he had, it seemed urgent too. "For what?" Peter wanted to get this over with so he could decide whether or not he even wanted to do what they asked, his brain was so many minutes ahead of them due to his speed affecting his entire body. Waiting on everyone else to catch up with eternal suffering. "To break into a highly secured facility... and get someone out." The dark haired man explained very briefly, The longer haired man giving him a bit of an odd look. "Prison break?" Peter raised an eyebrow, a smile coming to his face. "That's illegal, you know." The dark haired man looked at all the stolen snacks from convenience stores and gas station, raising an eyebrow then looking back at Peter. "Well... only if you get caught." "So, what's in it for me?" Peter was still focused on his game at the same time, his brain was just processing all of the information very quickly. The man with the long hair took his sunglasses off to rub his eyes, "You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into The Pentagon." Peter finally turned his head towards him, his demeanor completely changing from what it was before. "How do I know I can trust you?" He was actually completely serious about this, his tone changed entirely as did his facial expression. The dark haired man stared down at him for a minute, "Because we're just like you." "Show him." The one with the glasses looked to the darker haired one, Peter glanced his way to see what they meant. Suddenly, there was crackling noises as boney claws started to come out of the darker haired man's fist. It was very unsettling for Peter and it took everything to not cringe, or vomit. "That's cool, but it looks disgusting." Peter commented, eyeing the darker haired man up and down for a bit. Mostly in the claw area. Peter had to go with them in their car because having the speeding ability unfortunately did not give him the power of direction, it actually made it worse since everything was less than two minutes away for him. It could be anywhere. He wanted to get to know the darker haired man more, as a person, because he mentioned that he had known him when he was older. And that interested him almost more than anything else.