"I know some people," Logan said thoughtfully "Yeah, they'd be young right now; both grew up outside of D.C. They can get into anywhere; just don't know how the hell we're going to find them."

The three mutants pulled up to a large white house in the high class suburban area.

"Are you sure?" Hank asked, looking in disbelief at the pristine house.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, kid," Logan said as he pushed out of the car. They walked up to the door and knocked, after a few moments a young girl with strawberry blonde hair opened the door.

"Can I help you?" She asked, looking at the men distrustfully.

"Yeah, are you Naomi Parker?" Logan asked.

"Depends, who're you?"

Logan smiled slightly "I'm Logan, this is Charles Xavier, and Hank McCoy."

"What do you want?"

"Your help," Logan said.

Naomi frowned "No thanks, I'm not in the mood to get kidnapped." and went to shut the door. Before the door closed, Logan stuck his claws out and caught them in the door. It was quiet for a long moment.

"On the other hand, maybe you should come in," Naomi said slowly, before opening the door wide.

"You're lucky you came on a day my family is out," Naomi said once she had shown them to the living room and had gotten them coffee "They're not exactly pro-mutant."

"Do they not know?" Hank asked sympathetically.

"Know what?" Naomi smirked, drawing smiles from the other men "Anyway, what is it that you want my help for?"

"We need to break into the Pentagon and get someone out."

Naomi blinked as she digested what Logan had just bluntly said.

"Well then, I hope you have a better plan than just having me walk in there and just take someone out."

"We do, but we're going to need more than your invisibility," Logan warned "The cell was built when there was a shortage of metal; there's lots of glass. Think you can handle it?"

Naomi smirked before her coffee mug starting floating in the air and up to her lips. She took a sip while smirking.

"I know I can."

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Naomi Parker was the youngest child of five born to Anthony and Deborah Parker.

Anthony Parker was a Judge, usually dealing with boring legal stuff and never anything interesting.

Deborah Parker was a stereotypical housewife, although she was quite bad at cooking anything other than the basics.

Michael was the eldest, and although he wasn't as uptight as his parents and more accepting, he was very good at school, sports, and anything he put his mind to, so he was the perfect child in everyone eyes.

Anna was his twin, she wasn't as good at things like Michael, but she wasn't bad and she didn't smoke behind the school; many regarded her as a mini-Mrs. Parker.

Joseph was next; he was as uptight and boring as his parents, making him the ideal Mr. Parker prodigy.

Isaac was the second youngest and this where the Parker children began to veer off their parent's course. Isaac was a part of the bad boy gang at school (that wasn't really saying anything, though. They all went to a Catholic School). His grades were alright, not anything to get excited about and he could play football fairly well if it was an amateur game. Everyone at their school and their church regarded him as the black sheep of the Parker family.

And then Naomi started school.

And she managed to get detention within the first two weeks of being there.

When she waltzed into detention for "sassing a teacher" she unintentionally gained the attention of every person affiliated with the school. She quickly impressed them by getting straight A's and lending out banned books like "A Brave New World" and "Catcher in The Rye" to her fellow students.

Adults would shake their head a cluck "That Naomi Parker, she could be such a lovely lady if she'd stop acting out. Started acting a bit more ladylike, a bit more normal."

If only they knew the truth.

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"Um, turn left and I think that's the street," Naomi directed from the back seat; the men were getting another mutant who lived about twenty minutes away in a less nice part of town. They pulled up in front of a small house and they all walked up to the door. Logan knocked and after a second the door opened.

"What's he done now?" A very resigned woman asked the group, the three that were out of the loop sent each other a look "I'll just write you a check for whatever he took."

Naomi noticed that the welcome mat was completely worn out and unreadable.

"We just want to talk to him," Logan stated.

"Peter! The cops are here, again!" The woman yelled, although she seemed to doubt that they were cops judging by the girl who couldn't be any older than Peter.

As the group descended, they all took in the sight of a blur of silver going from one end of a ping pong table to the other. It took a second for Naomi to realize that it was a boy playing the game against himself.

"What'd ya guys want?" The blur asked "I didn't do anything;" He suddenly appeared lounging on the couch behind the group "I've been here all day." Naomi took in the boy about her age with silver and grey hair sitting in front of her.

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

"Of course you're not cops, if you were cops you wouldn't drive a rental car," Peter said straightforwardly, Naomi raising an eyebrow.

"How did you know we got a rental car?" Charles asked

"I checked your registration when you were walking through the door. I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreements. Saw you were from out of town, are you FBI?" Suddenly Peter was on the other side of the group, holding Charles's wallet "Hey, what's up with this sketchy place?" Then Peter dropped the wallet and the card on the ping pong table

"That's an old card," Charles mumbled, shoving the wallet back into his pocket.

"Well, he is fascinating," Hank interjected.

"He's a pain in the ass," Charles responded.

"What, a teleporter?" Hank asked Logan.

"No, he's just fast," Logan explained "When I knew him he wasn't so… young."

Naomi had sort of given up deciphering what they were saying and just went the flow at this point.

"Young? You're just old," Peter was sat on the couch again, finishing up on a Popsicle. Then his eyes flickered over Naomi "'Cept you." Peter suddenly appeared next to Naomi, leaning against the ping pong table. The fluster that Naomi felt at Peter so obviously flirting with her was only overshadowed by the pride she felt at not flinching when he appeared a foot away from her was

"Peter Maximoff." He smirked.

"Naomi Parker." The only reason she knew he moved was the air shifting.

"Twinkie?" Peter offered, Naomi taking it.

"If your way of flirting with me is giving me Hostess, you are going to go far, my friend," Naomi teased before she bit into the Twinkie, Peter grinning at her. Logan leaned towards Hank and Charles and spoke quietly with a certain aura of smugness.

"Told you we had to get the girl first."

"So, you just show off your powers?" Naomi asked before taking another bite of the Twinkie.

Peter suddenly appeared on the couch "Powers, what powers? You see something strange here? Nothing anyone would believe if you told them," He challenged, Naomi smirking slightly as Peter winked and shoot off to the pong machine.

"So who are you and what do you want?" Peter asked.

"We need your help, Peter," Logan said.

"With what?"

"To break into a highly secure facility, and to get someone out," Logan replied.

"Prison break? That's illegal you know," Peter smirked.

"Only if you get caught," Naomi replied innocently, standing in front of his wall of Twinkies but looking over her shoulder at Peter, who smirked at her.

"What's in it for me?" Peter smirked; turning back to the pong machine that Naomi was fairly certain was stolen.

"You, Kleptomania poster boy, get to break into the Pentagon," Naomi said smugly and she went to stand next to Logan and the others as Peter to froze. Peter slowly turned around and looked at the four standing there distrustfully.

"How do I know I can trust you?" He asked suspiciously.

"Because we're just like you," Logan said.

"Show him," Charles ordered looking over at Naomi, who sighed and went invisible.

"That's cool, but I think I prefer being able to look at you."

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The plan was fairly simple, and they started off with Hank interrupting the security camera's signal. Peter and Naomi ran into an elevator; Peter duck taping the guard with a tray to the wall as Naomi leaned against the side of the elevator, trying to get over the motion sickness that came with running with Peter.

"We should come up with codenames," Peter announced, making Naomi laugh, slightly hysterical "You should be Ghost."

"Isn't Ghost a bit too obvious; how about Phantom or Specter?" Naomi said, finally looking up at Peter and cracking up.

"What?" He asked.

"Nice outfit," She smirked, Peter blushing

"This is part of the plan," He grumbled, looking down at his feet. Naomi rolled her eyes and smiled before she leaned to kiss Peter on the cheek. He jerked and looked at her with wide eyes as he turned even redder.

"What? Love a man in uniform," Naomi smirked "Besides, your blush is cute."

The elevator doors opened and Peter stepped out, feeling the warmth and movement coming from Naomi but not seeing her was pretty weird, he had to admit. Finally they reached the end of the hallway and they were allowed into the room with the cell; which was under the floor with a top made of glass. Peter slid down the tray with the note that read "Mind the glass."

Naomi appeared before she shut her eyes and began to concentrate, Peter watching with rapt attention as cracks grew all through the glass and it shattered, but it didn't fall. It stayed still for a second before it started to rise slowly and finally set down next to the cell.

"Okay, that was pretty cool," Peter said, smiling as the man (Erik or something) grabbed onto one of the support beams and the alarms began to go off from his contact with it. As the room locked down and Erik looked around nervously, Naomi yawned tiredly, making Peter smirk at her.

"Sleepy?" He teased.

"That was draining," Naomi protested, noticing Peter had taken off the security guard hat but she didn't see where he'd put-.

She rolled her eyes and took the hat off her head, sticking her tongue out at Peter.

"So, neither of you are worried about the twenty guards that are about to come through that door?" Erik asked sarcastically.

"That's what we're waiting for," Peter said "Speaking of which…" Peter appeared next to Erik and smirked at Naomi who, in return, huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, don't act so smug." She made her way to the men and wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, who wrapped his arm around her waist so he could reach Erik's arm and placed his other hand at Erik's neck.

"What are you doing?" Erik asked.

"Holding your neck so you don't get whiplash." Peter looked at Naomi, whose face was right next to his, he gulped hard (Not that any of them noticed; he did it too fast) and muttered "You'd better keep your head down."

"What?" Erik asked, Peter wanting to punch him for interrupting the moment as Naomi pressed her face against his neck. He could feel her smirk.

"Whhhiiiiiplaaashh." Peter felt his heart skip a beat as he felt (he freaking felt) Naomi giggle.

The doors to the cell opened.

And they were in the elevator.

Peter situated Erik so he was leaning against the elevator, facing away from them so Peter could continue to hold Naomi as she overcame the sickness.

"It'll go away in a minute," he informed them both as he tightened his arms around Naomi to help her stand. After a few seconds she nodded and pulled away to lean against the elevator wall, Peter smiled and suddenly he was back in his original clothes.

"You must've done something pretty serious," Peter commented as the other two just tried to get over their illness "What'd you do, man? What'd you do? What'd you doooo? Why did they have you in there?"

Erik sent a look over to the girl; she seemed to have a bit more sense than the boy, she just shrugged at him. Erik preferred her to the boy who couldn't seem to shut up. Well, there was one thing he could say to shut him up.

"For killing the President."

"Ohhh," Peter turned to Naomi and mouthed "Holy shit."

"The only thing I'm guilty of is fighting for people like us," Erik said.

"You take karate? You know karate, man?" Peter asked, Naomi slamming her head back on the elevator wall.

"I don't know karate, but I know crazy."

"They told us you control metal," Peter started again and Erik was on the cusp of murdering him.

"They?" Erik asked, but before the two teens could answer the elevator started again. It was quiet for a few seconds.

"You know, my mom knew a guy who could do that."

Erik froze.

Oh.

Oh no.

He could feel the girl's eyes burning into him, when he turned to meet them she inclined her head forward slightly and raised her eyebrows.

"Not a word," Erik mouthed, the girl's widened and her lips became thin as if she was holding in hysterical laughter.

Then the door to the elevator opened and Erik was decked by Charles, the two teens moving to the side, sending each other looks. The two men spoke, saying things about helmets and walking that completely went over Naomi's and Peter's heads. Finally they seemed to come to an understanding and as they all went to leave, six guards cornered them.

"Nobody move! Hold it right there!" One of them yelled as the mutants all went to stand in a line.

"Charles. Freeze them, Charles," Erik said.

"I can't," Charles responded, Erik sighing.

All the metal in the room began to shake.

The guards unloaded on them.

Then all hell broke loose.

None of the bullets hit them, the knives fell to the floor, and all the guards went flying around the room.

Everyone took in the totally cleared room and their eyes widened as they noticed Peter standing across from them, now wearing a Pentagon baseball cap. Naomi voiced what they were all thinking;

"Holy Shit."

They all made their way through the kitchen and towards the doorway, as they passed they thanked Peter, Logan even clapping him on the back. Naomi came up and looked at him in dead seriousness.

"I just came up with the most perfect codename for you."

"What is it?" Peter asked excitedly. Naomi smirked, she then took the hat off his head, stuck it on her head, winked, and walked away.

"You can't seriously leave me hanging like that!"

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"Naomi, Peter, thank you very, very much. You two take care," Charles said to the two teenagers as they stood on a tarmac, the others going to go on a (private) plane and the teens going to drive home.

"Hey, I saw your flight plan in the cockpit. Why are you going to Paris?" Peter asked, Charles rolling his eyes before he threw the car keys to Naomi.

"Do me a favor and return it for me?"

"Sure thing," Naomi smiled, Charles went to go on the plane before he turned back to the teenagers.

"And Naomi," Charles said, catching the girl's attention again "Don't let Peter drive."

"Can do, Charlie," Naomi smirked, going around to the driver's side of the car "Get in, Speedy."

"Please tell me that isn't the name you came up with," Peter replied, getting into the passenger side of the car.

After they pulled away from the airstrip, Naomi spoke.

"I'm dropping the car off first and then you can run me home."

"Yes, ma'am," Peter replied, gaining an eye roll. It was quiet for a few more seconds before Naomi noticed Peter humming softly.

"Are you humming Time in a Bottle?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at Peter.

"Hey, I like that song," Peter replied, slightly offended.

"I never said I didn't," Naomi protested.

"Your tone implied you don't," Peter replied.

"I know the lyrics to it," Naomi countered.

"Really?" Peter asked incredulously.

"Well, maybe not all of it, but I know the beginning and a bit of the rest." It was Peter's turn to raise an eyebrow before gesturing for her to sing. Naomi sighed and rolled her eyes.

"If I could save time in a bottle
the first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you…

Okay, I knew, like, half of it."

It was quiet for a long moment and Naomi noticed Peter staring at her.

"What?"

"Your singing voice is awful." Naomi elbowed Peter hard in the ribs, making him laugh.

"Alright, fine, Speed Demon, you sing the rest of it." Peter smiled, and without looking away from Naomi began singing.

"If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with."

"… Did I just inadvertently get a boy to serenade me?" Naomi asked, not exactly sure what to say in this situation. Obviously it was the right thing because Peter laughed blithely.

"I guess you did."

Peter then began to talk a mile a minute about different stuff, and asking Naomi what her favorite band was (Queen), which school she went to since she wasn't going to his (St. Mary's), and all sorts of stuff she happily answered. They kept talking right up to when Peter ran them to the street that intersected with the street Naomi lived on. Peter let Naomi get over her sickness before speaking again, only this time he seemed almost shy.

"So I was thinking," Peter started, wringing his hands together "Since you're like, the first person like me I've ever met, that we should hang out together."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Naomi asked, smirking slightly.

"Depends; do you want me to be?" Peter smiled back.

"You got a pen?" Naomi asked, not even questioning when Peter disappeared for a half a second and was suddenly back holding a pen and a piece of paper.

"Don't call between 4:45 and 6:30. My parents will ground any of us who get calls during "Family Time"," Naomi warned.

"They sound nice," Peter said sarcastically.

"You have no idea," Naomi rolled her eyes before handing the piece of paper back to Peter and heading off towards her house "I'll see you around," The Naomi turned back towards him and smiled widely

"Quicksilver."

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As you might notice, each chapter is a song and the 8tracks mix for it is on my profile!