Chapter One

Author's Note: Heyyyyy thereeeee, thanks for clicking on this story and checking it out! I've worked extremely hard on this for like… four years? Or something like that, but posting Past Nightmares only came about recently. So it's very safe to say this is all a work in progress. And if you're seeing this note, then that means that you're reading the revamped, edited version of this very first chapter. If you have already read through chapter one and you're just back to see how things were in the beginning, welcome back! I literally was near jumping off my roof when I did a read through of these starting chapters and HAD to fix it.

So uh, I just sorta went through, got rid of the excess commas/periods and the other bullshit details that made reading the paragraphs such a boring mess. As well as adding a couple other details here and there, not much has changed in regards to the actual story line; it's definitely all gonna be relatively the same… just somewhat better. Or maybe it's still shit and I'm just doing this for my own health.

Either which way, I really do hope you enjoy this long ass story.

"I think this is it..." Logan muttered to himself while peering out the car window, discovering a shabbily painted house outside their rental car. Out front of the home was an orange Volkswagen buggy sitting within the gravel driveway, appearing to have seen better days. And at the sight of it's rusted exterior, familiarity flared in the man's chest; he definitely knew that damned car, rusted or not, the license plate reading "Velma" was a dead giveaway. The thing was always parked in front of the Professor's future school in the most crooked fashion, making half the mansion's population complain about it's existence.

Sitting there quietly in remembrance, Logan couldn't help but smile at the memories that- technically- had yet to be created.

"Why in the hell… would you bring us to this dump?" Charles asked from beside Logan, wearing a grimace upon his face while ducking slightly to see the home better. The window offered no help in shielding the sun as he tried to gauge the house's character, though he could tell it looked like whoever lived in the atrocity needed to do some major renovating. And that just accounted for the damn yard.

The bushes were obviously overgrown and crawling past the dusted windows in a state of rebellion. And the gravel from the driveway was littered all over the place, strewn through the grass, on the sidewalk and all the way out into the road. To top the introductory sight off, that disgusting hazard of a car was parked diagonally in the driveway. Overall, to Charles the estate simply looked like a lazy failure, judging by how petite it was and how little grooming would be required to fix it up properly.

"Looks better than your dilapidated school if you ask me," Logan said as he stepped out of the car, booted feet crunching on the scattered gravel. He wasn't very much interested in caring about the Professor's reaction to his mildly offensive statement, inflicting harsh judgment on his pride and joy of a school. While stumbling out of the backseat of the rental, Hank merely made a face at Logan's comment, though made no mention to defend the Professor. The Wolverine wasn't exactly wrong in his stoic claim.

Perhaps it was due to it's owner's newly developed deadpanned personality, or the guilt of utilizing his legs after so long- maybe both, but the mansion was of no spirit. And unfortunately it reflected Charles' newly adopted behavior, that of which Logan couldn't comprehend. The Professor was somewhat of a hypocrite, having a strangely anti- mutant mindset when it came to the idea of schooling them. It was like he couldn't bear the thought of helping others, because really… he couldn't even help himself.

In a way, it sort of angered Logan, because Charles was someone he had looked up to for so long but now, in the 1973 reality, that feeling had dimmed. But he was going to make that change, one way or another; he had too, since Logan needed the man's help to persuade Raven from her future threatening mistake. But in the mean time, before shit would go done, the man from the future would need to keep reminding himself of 'peaceful thoughts,' as Kitty had informed him before the descent into the past.

It was the only thing keeping him sane anymore.

So, as the trio approached the front door of the home, it was apparent that there was music playing from within. It was loud enough for Logan to recognize the dazed sound of Badfinger, Day After Day's short piano solo making itself heard to all in their party. Again came that nostalgic sense from the futuristic man, feeling like he was living a dream in that moment- nothing really felt real. In fact, he almost felt sick to the stomach, having been so used to terror and pushing to survive on a day to day basis. But there it was all fine, for the most part at least. Everyone just lived together in the way that he had almost forgotten about, really.

While Logan absently pondered over his setting, Hank took the initiative and knocked on the front door; he wasn't really sure what they were doing there, but the Beast figured Logan probably wanted to meet whoever was inside.

"Hold on!" A small voice yelled over the climaxing music, making the Beast wonder who could possibly be loud enough to break through the radio within. Before the song could reach it's end, it was suddenly shut off, though there was still a chorus of strange knocks coming from behind the door. It sounded as if whoever was inside was having quite the struggle, much to their confused entertainment.

Eventually, after another minute of waiting around awkwardly, the red painted door swung open violently. And there, standing even more awkwardly in the door, was a short blonde girl with the most questioning face they'd ever seen.

But that was the girl that Logan had been looking for… it really was her. From the cream Beach Boys shirt to the denim skirt and to the busted up tennis shoes, it all screamed-

"Can I help you guys?" The girl asked, pushing back the mound of snowy blonde hair that ended up on her shoulder. Logan snorted at seeing his friend so young and still sporting her favorite band through fashion. Anytime the Beach Boys were made fun of in the X-Mansion, you could bet your ass that she'd start an argument. Hell, half the time kids would throw the Beach Boys under the bus just to see her get mad.

"Jesus, you haven't changed one bit…" Logan chuckled as he was rushed with old memories of them doing ridiculous, childish things all in the name of fun. Everything from their petty pranks to making breakfast for their friends in the morning, flipping pancakes to the ceiling as a challenge. And he really needed to focus on the severe task at hand, but he couldn't help and reminisce about those good times. Everything was just a little bit better with Allie Gertrude Simmons.

"Are you alright?" Allie asked backing away from the strange group of men slightly, seeming weirded out by their sudden appearance on her doorstep. "Is he okay?" She asked once more, though looked towards Hank, who seemed more warm and welcoming. The young Beast just sort of shrugged and passed the question onto Charles with a short look; Allie turned to the Professor, brows raised whilst Logan attempted to gather his composure.

"No, I am not alright," Logan admitted to the blonde, hand over his forehead as if to shield away her confused glare before dropping it, looking the girl in her dark eyes. "But I am here to make your life more exciting than this," the mutant gestured to the overall scene laid out behind them, from the rusted buggy out front to the young girl's Beach Boys shirt that clearly looked as if it needed a washing. Which, that idea went for the car as well.

Allie's life was definitely less than exciting on first observations.

"Um, okay? Whatcha gonna try to sell me this time?" Allie inquired as if Logan was some pesky salesman, while coming to lean against the door frame with crossed arms. She figured that whatever low budget bullshit he was gonna try to toss into her arms was going to be even less exciting than her life and have no value in raising her spirits about the fact. Allie was just a typical teenage girl trying to fend her way through school while the small annoyances of the 70s bore down onto their neighborhood. Of which one of those annoyances was her dad being a military man and being out somewhere in Vietnam.

Once again, she was a pretty typical teenage girl: lot's of their fathers were off fighting a war that wasn't in the favor of America, but she wouldn't really get into that just yet.

"Look, in all seriousness now, we need your help," Logan began more sincere that time, hoping it dropped the salesman title he'd temporarily been given by the girl. "We know what you are: a mutant," Allie froze and frowned up at the man, clearly perturbed by his correct declaration, as well as the added confidence. But why would he just come out and say it? Furthermore, how did he know?

"How?" She asked simply, though the complete answer would take a bit of time and maybe a decently plush couch with a good coffee in hand to explain.

"Long story short, I know you in the future," Logan stated carefully, dropping the bomb. Allie blinked. Once. Twice. While attempting to mull over the possibilities of him actually being serious, she was only coming up with weird scenarios of being kidnapped by this deranged man. There was no doubt in her mind that he might've been on something strong, but yet he seemed so convinced about his statement. He had to be bullshitting, no doubt, but her interests were piqued anyhow. In a way he was staying true to his word because their current situation was in fact bringing excitement into the newest chapter of Allie's life. So an upside to being kidnapped, maybe?

"Okaaaay, what is it that you need my help for?" The blonde asked, pushing away the future idea in favor for whatever they needed her help with. Perhaps this grand task that brought three men to her doorstep would be simple.

"We need into the Pentagon," Charles said affirmatively, getting straight to the point. He was tired of Logan's small chit chat and beating around the bush with a series of giggles trailing in the caboose. They needed to get their mission finished, as the entire point to it was very urgent under Logan's initial flustering. Xavier didn't know how many days they had to beat Raven, considering she worked alone and extremely focused from one successful blackmail and murder to the next. Their time was not to be wasted on some random blonde in a shitty house.

"What?!" Allie yelped, her eyes wide with surprise. "You seriously want to break into the Pentagon?" Hank nodded behind the two other men. The blonde just stood there, obviously thinking over the pros and cons of the request she found herself with, albeit wondering if they were being frank with her. There was something willing her to go with the men however, as her mutation was picking up some things that had not been disclosed to her… but Allie couldn't help but feel something more. Between the thoughts she'd began to gather and the strange seriousness of the bigger man, the girl came to a mental decision- a most likely extremely dumb decision that might get her in trouble. With a wide smile, Allie backed away and held up a finger, signaling the men to wait for her.

As she ran off into the home, Logan made a face and looked to the other mutants, then nodded slowly, as if saying: 'that was easier than I thought.'

A few moments later Allie came back with a pair of knee high, lace up leather boots instead of her tennis shoes and round lensed glasses planted over her doe eyes. Once more, Logan spotted another item that would carry onto the future. Those sunglasses were iconic.

"Ready," she said stumbling out the front door, passing the three men on her way to the car, still bent over and tying her boot. The trio followed suit and within the minute they were driving off towards their next star mutant: Peter Maximoff.

Logan was interested to see what the quick kid was up to in '73 since he found out what an odd life Allie was living. Listening to her celebrity crushes, the Beach Boys, and being an easily persuaded teenager must've been her grand prime occupation. Which was quite the surprise to him, so he could only imagine if the Maximoff kid was going to be better or worse.

"So, where are we going now? Cause I don't think this is the way to the Pentagon," Allie said, looking out the window, watching as nice houses from the even nicer neighborhood went by. That was where half of the assholes lived, everywhere from the rich PTA parents to their even more rich kids who got whatever they wanted. Hell, the one time Allie wanted to join Tennis, she ended up missing the audition because the PTA parents had their kids pre- selected for the sport. Which resulted in team filled to max capacity, somehow. Like… what's the point?

"We are gonna pick up another kid, a mutant also," Logan answered from the driver's seat. Allie nodded, slightly thankful that there would at least be yet another person to join her on the trip.

"Cool. So, uh, what can you guys do?" Allie asked, turning to the young man with glasses next to her with a curious smile. He looked like some scrawny high schooler; the one that always got shoved into lockers repeatedly by the socially required jocks. Almost like Allie's everyday routine, what a coincidence. Then there was the man with longer hair in the passenger seat who seemed like he belonged behind the desk serving the teacher's purpose. Although the type that would hide a flask in their drawer, right beside tons of ungraded essays.

Then there was the big guy. The one that seemed kinda like an alleyway fighter in some sense; the one which always had the winning bet from the audience. It was definitely a strange group and Allie wouldn't have guessed they'd be traveling together, let alone 'breaking' into the Pentagon.

I mean, if that is actually what we are doing right now. Shit… maybe I am actually getting kidnapped, Allie wondered to herself. Or maybe they were gonna break into the Pentagon, which, in a way, seemed even more dangerous then being held hostage. Yeah well, that was her luck.

But, she countered within her mind, she still wanted to get to the bottom of how they knew she was a mutant. Because something told her that it wasn't just a guess, prophesied by whatever 'life excitement' God they'd looked up to that day.

"What do you mean?" Charles questioned the girl. What made her guess correctly that they were mutants too? Was that why she came with them so easily? He certainly would have been skeptical if he was a young woman, bombarded by three grown men with talk of trespassing into government buildings and time travel. As a matter of fact, he would have probably slammed the door in their faces. Wouldn't be the first time that week...

"Well, I can see that you are mutants in a way. Just not what you can do specifically," she informed them while tapping her temple mysteriously, liking that they were clueless to her capabilities.

"Well before we tell you, why don't you tell us what you can do," Hank compromised curiously. The girl acted more or less like a child and he wanted to really understand why Logan would want to bring her of all mutants to the Pentagon. How threatening was an avid Beach Boys fan going to be?

Allie just peered up at the young man.

"There's a spider on your shoulder."

"WHAT?!" Hank yelled and frantically brushed his shoulder with his hand, eventually tearing off his orange overcoat entirely. In the front seat sat a hysterical Logan, practically crying from laughing so hard. He had seen that girl do the spider trick a thousand times and it never got old.

"Hey bud, there is no spider. You're fine," the girl informed Hank with a light chuckle, as he was breathing hard, slowly reaching to pick up his coat again. He looked wearily at the mutant besides him, as if she would come at him once more. She'd almost threw him into a fit of hyperventilation. In fact, Hank felt a little too familiar with the symptoms of a heart attack in that moment. "I can make people hallucinate their fears."

Charles turned to look at Allie, intrigued by her ability.

"So you're telepathic, that's how you can tell their fears?" The Professor questioned, wanting to understand more about how much she could see into a mind; especially since he could unlock everything that the brain had to offer, but it seemed

"Yes, sort of. I can mostly tell if someone's a mutant if they are afraid of being discovered. That's how I could sense it that you three were different," Allie explained, turning to give Hank an apologetic look.

"And some, well, are just afraid of the normal stuff. Like spiders," the Beast just huffed and turned to look at the diamond pattern clothed headrest in front of him. That was all too embarrassing...

Charles and Logan laughed continuously at seeing their colleague so flustered. Hank, a pretty powerful and strong mutant, was afraid of spiders like no other. Who would've thought?

"So, now are you going to let me in on what you guys are?" Allie asked, waiting for one of them to do something cool. Something that made them look different- like turn into a dragon! Or shit, predict her future? Maybe they could teleport? Craft anything from their own hand? Now all that fun stuff seemed pretty damn exciting.

Allie hadn't openly talked to any other mutants before, although she did feel some of their presences in public. But she never planned on revealing their secrets, nor hers at that. Anything along those lines were risky because she didn't know how people would react to her party trick of a mutation. There was always that fear of being outcasted even more than she already was in a normal, human social setting.

But in the same hand, Allie knew that the men wouldn't do anything of such, trusting that they wouldn't expose her wrongfully. In their case, she could do the exact same to them, so there was a silent but mutual agreement to not pull any of those cards.

No, instead Logan held a hand out and allowed his bone- like claws to escape the soft flesh, revealing themselves to the teenage mutant. Allie's eyes widened and she caught the man's gaze in the rear view mirror. The look on her face told Logan all that he needed to know: that Allie thought his ability was completely bad ass. The natural weapons fell back into their place beneath the mutant's skin as the young girl waited for the next man to show himself off.

"I can read minds," Charles informed the girl, feeling the sting of regret as he realized he would have had the capability to actually say it inside her head, if not for his love of walking. It made the man feel like a lousy mutant, less patriotic about the gift that he should be proud to embrace.

"So you're telepathic. Anything else?"

"I have the strongest mind on the planet if that tells you enough," Charles answered, not feeling it in himself to explain the long list of things he could conduct with his head alone. The young girl would probably gush at all he could accomplish, which he'd be in the mood for if he even had a mood. That day was just… an unsavory one. He'd be meeting Erik shortly after fetching their last helper and it wasn't every day that you'd encounter the person responsible for taking away the simple act of walking.

"Coooool," Allie quipped aloud, thinking of all the possibilities that the man could manipulate with just his consciousness.

"What about you spider guy?" Hank flinched and looked at the young mutant, inching his arm outwards shakily. He slowly allowed his hand to take it's natural blue form, with his vibrant sapphire fur expanding ever so carefully along the top of his knuckles. "Wow-"

The car jerked into a neatly paved driveway recklessly, throwing both Allie and Hank into the seats in front of them; that was one way to interrupt someone. He quickly helped her back to a more formal state but took no time in throwing open his own car door with a haste. Due to his lingering anxiety, Hank would avoid spider tricks like the plague for a while, as another near panic attack was not on his agenda for that day.

"We're here," Logan announced, stepping out of the car. Allie hopped out as well, admiring the house they had pulled up to, wearing a small grin on her face at it's sight. It had a modernly slanted roof and a nice stone exterior that was in a cream/gray monochromatic scheme. Even the bushes formed perfect cubes and the colors were all aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Allie loved homes like this because of how perfect they were, almost as if they were up for sale and weren't even lived in yet.

The mutants approached the front door, in much of the same form as they had when fetching Allie. Except they had a new recruit, happening to be the girl herself.

Logan knocked a few times before an expectant woman answered, looking at them like she'd seen the mutants before.

"What's he done now?" She asked, pulling the door open wide. Allie tried to hide the smile forming on her lips, since it sounded like the woman had quite the handful judging by that greeting. "I can write you a check for anything he took."

A thief? A vandal? Who, her son or husband, brother? Allie tried to figure it out through their next exchange.

"We just need to talk to him," Logan said before the lady could speak more, needing to get straight to Peter because they were on a bit of a time crunch. And thankfully the woman just nodded despite herself and stepped aside, allowing the mutants to walk right on in.

"Peter the cops are here, again!" She yelled to whoever Peter was.

Allie sighed as she looked around the home, seeing how clean cut it was while slowly being led down to the basement. She absently began to survey the underground den, finding that it looked more like an arcade than it did a bedroom. On the walls were countless posters hanging, snacks were stocked high in the corner of the room and there was a complete entertainment system with a nice TV too. Then, there was a ping pong table in the center of it all, being used by one person. Only one, gray haired boy.

Wait, what?

Allie stared on as she witnessed a young man with silver locks of hair speed from one side of the green table to the other, hitting the little white ball each and every time. Peter, she guessed was his name, was playing a clearly team based game, by himself.

Fascinating.

"What do you guys want? I didn't do anything," Peter said between flashes from one side of the table to the other, voice choppy in the act. "I've been here all day," and then the boy was gone in a swift gust of wind, sitting behind the group of mutants on a couch and his hands stretched behind his head. Everyone slowly walked towards him, like one would if approaching a dangerous animal. Though there wasn't really a threat coming from Peter, just the mystery surrounding him.

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

"Of course you're not cops, or else you wouldn't be driving a rental car- and she looks like she's twelve," Peter pointed out, gesturing to Allie at his latter statement with an index finger. The girl just scoffed at the same time Charles did.

"How'd you know we got a rental car?" The Professor asked, mildly confused and a little bit irritated with how easily the young mutant was toying with them. He was sick of having to deal with people that day, wishing to just get to the Pentagon and maybe give Erik a good slug along the jaw as soon as possible. And some over confident teenager was really dampening his already agitated mood. Sharing that emotion was Allie as well, having thought that she'd gotten over looking like a ten year old boy who hadn't eaten in a week.

"I checked your registration as you were walking through the door. Then I had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreements and saw you were from out of town," Peter explained as Allie scrunched up her face. "Are you the FBI?" The kid asked, knitting his eyebrows together as he zoomed to Charles before promptly snatching his wallet. Standing little ways off, Peter began reading through each of the items contained inside.

"Nope, you're not cops," he confirmed in a mutter. He then pulled out an old card from one of the wallet's sleeves, in which it advertised Charles' school. "Hey, what's with this 'gifted youngsters' place?" Once again, the mutant was gone in a flash, dropping the items on the carpeted floor. Xavier quickly strode to where his things were lying, a twitch in his eye on having to explain his failure.

"That's an… old card," the Professor said as he picked up his belongings, most certainly annoyed as he did so. Hank, however, looked around curiously.

"He's fascinating," the young man mused, speaking of Peter's ability and charisma.

"He's a pain in the ass," Charles sighed, slipping his wallet back where it belonged. And hopefully where it stayed.

"Yeah I'm not twelve," Allie mumbled while crossing her arms, agreeing quickly with the Professor.

"What, a teleporter?" Hank asked Logan, who was standing behind Charles with his hands on his hips. He shook his head.

"No, just fast," Logan said, slowly turning to where Peter sat. "And I knew him when he wasn't so… young." Obviously, the kid was a little wilder than before since he was only what, late teens or early twenties by then? It didn't really matter, Logan wasn't even sure what to expect when he stepped onto the Maximoff's lawn ten minutes ago. But it was easy to predict that the boy would turn out being mischievous just like he was in the later times. If he was being honest, Logan would be stealing out the entire town too if he could get away with it.

"Young? You're just old," Peter stated defiantly, sucking on a popsicle behind the group. Allie jumped, turning to look at the boy who was both annoying her and piquing her interests. Though he was no doubt childish in a sense, it was clear that he would be a good asset to their rag tag team. No one would see him coming, and if they somehow did, he'd be gone before they could catch him.

"So you're not afraid to show your powers," Hank determined. He was surprised at how open Peter was with revealing his abilities, no fear in the fact that they'd open handedly witnessed his mutation in full use. Hank had always tried to keep the Beast at bay, to not let anyone see it unless absolutely necessary, which necessary hadn't been in a long time. After Charles was shot in the back, to be specific.

Hank wished he had the confidence to be as courageous and open with his gift- if that's what you'd call it. All the young man ever did was make hefty serums and potions to veer off his mutation, not enhance or embrace it in any way.

"What powers? What are you talking about?" Peter went on, "do you see something strange here? Nothing anyone would believe if you told them." The boy said smugly, keeping a straight face, making Allie frown at his assumption. Normal people have a tendency to be afraid of what they don't know and if Peter just zoomed all around town, someone would be bound to see something out of the ordinary sooner or later. Even if it was just for a quarter of a second that someone spotted him doing something shifty, it could mean bad news. Plus he wasn't exactly subtle, not with that silver garb and all.

"You should really be more careful," Allie told the mutant sincerely, who was then playing on one of his arcade games, another seemingly questionable item within his room. He caught her gaze in the reflection of the screen, still playing masterfully with his focus elsewhere.

"Nah, I can take care of anyone really," Peter brushed off her caution. Maybe he was too full of himself. Allie decided that was why he wasn't at all wary about being caught, because he didn't believe it could happen at all. That was probably one of the worst mistakes to ever make: to underestimate. Anything is possible...

"So who are you? What do you want?" The speedy mutant asked the others behind himself. Logan sighed.

"We need your help, Peter," the older man said.

"With what?"

"To break into a highly secured facility… and to get someone out," Logan said, slowly easing the proposal onto Peter. The young man needed to know just what he would be getting himself into if he agreed to help, as it wasn't just some light mission. They could get in a lot of trouble if they were discovered and none of them would want to think about the consequences. Breaking into the Pentagon wasn't going to look good for mutants after Erik had already assassinated the President on top of other bullshit.

"Prison break? That's illegal you know," Peter smiled at the mischievous atmosphere that enveloped everyone in the room. He was beginning to enjoy the company of the strangers, since causing trouble was his pastime after all.

"Mm, well, only if you get caught..." Logan reasoned. He could guess that the younger version of Peter was rarely ever witnessed fully of stealing all the pastries around the basement, along with the other pricey items. Allie knew for sure that she was skeptical about the mass amount of gaming systems littering Peter's bedroom. There was no way he just bought them, as that would be too human for the mutant boy.

"What's in it for me?" Peter asked, still playing his Pong game. Charles sighed from behind him, taking off his glasses and wiping at his tired eyes. He just wanted to get the day done and over with as soon as possible. And sitting there bargaining with the boy who could rob a bank with ease, was not on his to do list.

"You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon," with those words, Peter paused and slowly turned around in surprise, the statement forcing him to abandon his precious game. The… Pentagon? Did he hear that right?

"How do I know I can trust you?" He asked in all seriousness for the first time in his encounter with the others. Even though Peter had ruled out the strangers connections to the police, he never really had figured out who the group was or why they came to him- aside from the slightly outrageous proposal of 'breaking into the Pentagon,' which was sketchy in it's own.

"Cause we're just like you," Logan said, glancing over at Charles.

"Show him," was all the Professor had to say. Logan nodded and held his hand over his chest, allowing his claws to once again protrude from their confinements beneath his flesh and be shown off to Peter who was sitting yet, though with wide eyes now. He looked up at Logan, tearing his eyes away from the intriguingly gory sight.

"It's cool but it's gross," he admitted with a small cringe on his face as he changed focuses, the young mutant turning to Allie. "Hey, what can you do toddler?"

Allie just smiled coolly, mulling over all the little things that Peter feared most, much like looking at a ranked list on a clipboard until she came across something he was almost stupidly afraid of. Something that would get a great reaction out of him.

"I think there is something wrong with your game..." Allie observed only the image herself and Peter could see: the little nightmare that was playing for only him. The young mutant turned to grasp the playing stick when he found that there was no longer a picture displayed on the screen, just darkness. Then suddenly wires spewed out from the door on the lower part of the system, mound of red, black and blue curling onto the carpet. Allie showed him a big sparking and heaping wired mess scattered on the ground, tangling with his feet.

"Agh! What did you do to my game?!" Peter cried as the other three men stared, puzzled at what he was yelling at until they realized the blonde mutant was orchestrating another one of her fearful tricks. The boy kicked away the imaginary wires and scooted backwards from the pile. Feeling that the punishment was enough, the girl ended the tragedy.

"Nothing Peter, it's all in your head," Allie slurred, pushing herself off one of the wooden posts in the basement and walking up the steps, feeling very fulfilled inside.

Down in his manhole stood Peter yet, frowning at where the mass amount of wires used to be. They were no longer lying dead there, just a few crumbs occupying the space from him eating as he played. The young mutant frowned even further at the observation, pushing the leftover cake underneath the system, pretending that they disappeared and hoping no ants decided to pay him a visit.

"Did she literally just do that?" He asked the other three men, turning around with mixed feelings on the girl. Logan nodded with a knowing smirk. Peter would learn about the fun soon enough.

"Better get used to it, kid." Peter rolled his eyes with a groan and went to retrieve his things.