23rd June, 1973

In the basement of the Maximoff residence, music blared and laughter rang out.

Violet tilted her head back in laughter as she twirled around. From Peter's spot on the couch he watched his friend with a fond smile on his face. "See?" she said. "I told you I could dance!"

"I never doubted it."

Violet, on her second turn, stuck her tongue out at him and then continued to dance as the song transitioned into a Pink Floyd song, a slight glow illuminating around her. A hazy warm light danced on her fingertips. Peter held his arms behind his head with a smirk as he admired her.

Ever since they had found out about each other's powers, their friendship had changed. There was no doubt that before he knew about her powers that he was developing a crush on the young girl, but after she showed him what she could do, it was undeniable that he had fallen for her. Every time he looked at her, he broke out into a grin, every time he thought about her he wanted to visit her right away(and he usually did). His mom had joked to him that she should start planning the wedding right in front of Violet and Peter was the luckiest man in the world that Violet had either chosen not to hear that or just didn't catch it.

But, joke or not, his mom was on the right track, he had fallen for her hard.

A tap on the shoulder brought him out of his thought as Violet looked at him expectantly. His dumb blinking made her sigh. "Were you listening?"

"...no."

Another sigh. "Come on, get up, let's dance."

He shook his head with a frightened face. "No, no. I don't dance." She gave him a look. "I don't!" another look, this one was mischievous. "No!" she had him up with a strength he didn't know she possessed. Their hands intertwined as she closed the space between them, swaying them back and forth.

He kept the look of boredom on his face and tried to stop the hammering of his heart at their close proximity. He wasn't sure he was doing a good job as he felt it beat against his baseball jacket. Or maybe it was Violet's, he wasn't so sure, all he could think about the fact that her face was so close up to his. "Hi." she grinned up at him.

"Hey," he said, a little breathlessly, staring into her sunset coloured eyes.

"Peter! The cops are here!" his features paled as he heard his mom call down to them.

Violet chuckled. "Do I wanna know?"

"I didn't do anything this time!" He cried defensively. She gave him a half serious accusing look. "I didn't!" Suddenly a thought came to his head. "Give me a second." And just like that, in a second, he was outside, looking at the car that had pulled up, the people inside claiming they were cops. From the looks of them, they didn't look like cops. He huffed, deciding to check their car. When he got there he grimaced, the car was a state, it smelled and the rental insurance in the glove compartment when he went looking for their details made up his mind. These were not cops. He whizzed back to Violet's side, the wind from his arrival making her hair blow back.

"They aren't cops."

"Did you check?"

"Yeah, they are hippies by the looks of them."

"Why are they here?"

He didn't answer when he heard the stairs above them creak. He pushed Violet back onto the couch and zipped over to the ping pong table and started to play a game by himself. Violet took this time to make herself look nonchalant, crossing her legs on the couch and giving off a couldn't care less look. "What do you guys want?" Peter said, now sitting on the couch. "I didn't do anything."

"We've been here all day." Violet finished for him, giving a challenging look to the three who really didn't look like cops at all.

"Just relax, Peter. We're not cops." The really buff, tall one replied, taking off his sunglasses. Violet frowned, how did this guy know his name?

"Of course you're not." Peter turned to Violet with a shit eating grin. "Told you." He put his arms behind his head with a shrug, gesturing back to the three men. "If you were, you wouldn't be driving a rental car."

The man that just screamed drug addict was physically taken back. "How did you know we've got a rental car?"

"I checked your registration when you were walking to the door. I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreement." Violet began eyeing the older man again, he was looking at them with a solemn look. It was odd, it was like he was looking at ghosts. "Saw you were from out of town. Are you FBI?"

Peter ran to the druggie and stole his wallet, throwing back for Violet to catch. "No, not FBI." Violet informed him. "Not cops either, he's a professor." She took out his business card. "Gifted youngsters, huh?"

The guy snatched the card from her hand, making her pout. "That's an...old card."

"He's fascinating." The youngest breathed, watching Peter move.

"They're a pain in the ass."

"Hey!" Violet said, but was ignored.

"What, a teleporter?"

"No," said the weird guy, "he's just fast. When I knew him he wasn't so...young."

"Young?" Violet scoffed, catching a popsicle Peter threw at her. "You're old, dude."

"So you're not afraid of his powers?" The youngest asked her.

"What powers?" Violet said, realising that her popsicle was too frozen. The veins around her eyes began to light up, travelling down to her finger as she slightly softened the push pop. She blinked innocently at them. Peter put an arm around her approvingly, smirking up at them.

"What are you talking about? Do you see something strange here?" He asked Violet, who shook her head? "Nothing anybody would believe if you told them." Violet tilted her head to the side, eyes flitting to the oldest man who pressed his lips together for a moment, looking genuinely hurt.

Peter gave her a wink and then zipped over to the arcade machine. "So, who are you? What do you want?"

The older man took the initiative. "We need your help, both of you."

Violet stood up, getting a little closer. "For what?" Peter asked for the boy of them, although not as interested as her, for he was still playing his game.

"To break into a highly secured facility..." the older man continued, "and to get someone out."

Violet rolled her eyes as she could practically hear the smirk begin to make its way onto her friends face. "Prison break? That's illegal, you know."

She opened her mouth to speak but decided against it. She wasn't going to mention that he basically had everything he had ever stolen out in the open.

"Well, only if you get caught." The older man commented, thinking the same as her.

Making her way over, Violet shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. You better have a damn good reason why we should do this."

"Yeah," Peter added. "What's in it for us?"

The druggie took off his sunglasses in an irritated manner. "You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon."

That made Peter stop. As Violet's eyes went wide, he turned in his chair. He immediately became defensive, actually studying the three men in front of him(and she maybe making this up, but she felt his hand try and slip into hers protectively). "How do we know we can trust you?"

"Because we're just like you."

That made Violet's heart stop, both with excitement and fear. In their life it had only been Peter and herself that were anyway different. "Bullshit." she blurted out disbelievingly.

The druggie sighed, clearly done with this conversation. "Show them."

The older man took a breath, raising his fist. Violet watched intently as she heard the breaking of skin and the cracking of bone. In a few seconds, three bone claws had broken through the space between his knuckles. Violet grimaced, as did Peter. "Gross." She murmured.

"I mean that's cool, but it's disgusting." Peter said also.

"So," the youngest said. "Is that a yes?"

At the exact same time, both teenagers looked at each other, then said, in unison.

"Yes."

"No."

The older man chuckled as the two teens shot right back at each other, frowning. "Give us a minute." Violet said, dragging Peter off into the back of the basement. "Peter, think about this."

"Come on, Vi, it'll be fun!"

She gawked at him. "Fun? No, this will not be fun! This isn't like stealing a box of Twinkies, Peter. If we get caught they will lock us up and throw away the key. Or probably run some tests on us. Or both!"

"Vi, you gotta live a little." She gave him a look, he continued. "Look, we've been practising. And nothing happens in this town. I want to do something cool. We can be superheroes like we always talked about!"

"That was a game we played with your sister."

"Oh really, Icarus?"

That name, though Violet would never say, was actually something she really grew fond of. Peter had been interested in Greek mythology for a hot minute and sped read through a text book his mother own. After that he started calling her Icarus. His justification being that she had a weird relationship with the sun. She didn't understand his logic though, Icarus had wings made of wax, last she checked she did not. He also died, she doesn't want to think about that bit. Still, despite his lousy logic, if she were ever to become a superhero in some other universe, she would call herself Icarus.

She chuckled at the name. "Yeah, Quicksilver, it was."

What can she say? He's quick, and he likes silver. Case and point.

"Look, if we get the slightest inkling that it's fishy, I'll get us out of there. I promise."

"I don't know..." she trailed off.

He took a step closer, angling his face dramatically to get her to look at him. "I dare you? Double dare!"

It would be insane to take this job, practically impossible, but hell, so was she.

"Fine!"

"Sweet! Hey mister Bone Man, fire up the old rental car. Let's get going!"

xXx

This guy was starting to weird her out.

Violet now knew his name was Logan, the youngest was Hank and the druggie was Charles Xavier. The last two didn't really seem bothered by her, except for Hank who kept asking her what her powers were and how she used them. Peter had thrown his headphones in a couple of blocks back and passed out. With Hank in deep planning and Charles not really giving a shit, it was Violet and Logan all to themselves, and he wouldn't stop staring.

"You okay, dude?" She said when she finally had enough. He blinked himself out of his stupor and frowned at her. "You're staring."

"What, no I'm not." He said.

"Yeah, you kind of are. It's annoying."

"Sorry, it's just...you remind me of an old friend."

She raised a brow, but nodding, albeit a little awkwardly. "Alright."

Out of nowhere, he blurted out. "How long have you known Peter?"

Violet stuttered, caught off guard by that question. She thought about it for a moment, before shrugging. "Around a year, why?,

"And you're?"

"Seventeen. What's this about?"

Logan just sighed, turning to look out the window. "Nothing, kid. It's too hard to explain."

"Okay then, why are you actually here?" he turned back. "Come on, I refuse to believe you just thought about picking two teenagers up to break into the most guarded facility in the word."

"Believe me, you are a desperate move. We wouldn't be here if we weren't desperate. Also..." he stopped himself, short, looking as though someone shot him through the heart. "I made a promise to a friend."

"That friend the one we're breaking out?"

"He's a relative."

Violet lost interest soon after, her too crashing in her seat. Logan ran a hand over his face in defeat. It was just so hard to believe that this girl and this guy grew up to be who they were when he knew them. Peter was so carefree, a heart of gold instead of the panicked, practically frenzied man he knew. And Violet? It was like watching a completely different person. This girl was happy, energised, witty unlike the cold, calculating bitch he had fought. Perhaps he was being selfish, seeking this two out specifically just so he could keep his promise to Nova. Or maybe it was guilt, him dealing with the fact that someone had did actually care about died in his soulmates arms.

He glanced back at the two sleeping teens, practically connected to each other.

I hope I'm doing the right thing for you, kid. He thought as his gaze landed on Violet.

xXx

A/N: AHH! I'm back!

Sorry I've been MIA, and sorry this is so short, this year school's really picked up so I kind of had to put this to the sidelines. However, now that school is over I can finally upload more! I was even thinking about doing a Peter Parker fic(Tom Holland Peter Parker, obviously). What do you guys think? Also, what do you think will happen between Violet and Logan? Next chapter we have the Pentagon break out and something I think you're all going to enjoy ;).

See you next time! - e