It All Started That One Day~ A Peter Maximoff Fanfiction

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Kaitlyn’s POV

A women with shoulder length brown hair, I think her names Moria, approached the men clad in black clearly overjoyed that someone is here to help, but I’m not so sure. Peter seems to be on edge to because he pulls me into his arms slightly holding me behind him one hand pressed to my neck in case he needs to dash.

Another lady with kinky blonde curls raced forward a look of fear crossing her face. I wonder where she had come from because she was not here a second ago, unless she was Mystique the hero even humans learned to tolerate. The guy in front shouts a command that I don’t understand, and the next thing I know I’m protectively clutching my stomach as Peter and I both slump to the ground still in each other's arms.

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 “Ugh” I groan as my vision slowly clears. I try to sit up, but Peter’s arms are still firmly wrapped around me. I let my eyes cautiously roam the room, to my left Mystique rolls on the ground before her scales flutter slightly and she changes back into her human form. Her eyes lazily roam over to me a concerned look shadowing her youthful features probably as to why I’m here.

Peter starts to stir from beside me he too pushes up lightening his grip on my waist but not letting go. His eyes erratically scan over me as if to reassure himself that I’m okay before he turns to scan the room like I did. Next thing I know he releases a shout of pure horror pulling my attention to what he’s looking at.

The sight I see surprises me because I do not remember a blue fuzzy guy standing in the courtyard with us. “What’s wrong with you. Is that gonna happen to all of us?” He questions as he quickly pushes up off the floor stumbling slightly. The guy looks down to his hands quickly, but the worry washes away immediately. “No I just left my meds in the house” he sighs and neither one of us pushes on deciding it is for the best if we do not get on a big blue guys nerves.

We all get a clear look around realizing we are trapped, and we all start shouting different commands fears flaring up as a familiar man stares down at us amused by our position compared to his.

“What happened?”

“Where are we?”

“What is this?”

The man answers nothing, but continues to lurk in the shadows frustrating all of us but mostly Mystique. “Hey!” she shouts angrily pushing past all of us to get a better look at the man hiding behind the glass. Finally he responds with a kind voice that I’m not buying for a second. “Major Stryker” she spits like hot venom.

“Colonel Stryker.” We all sit back anxiously watching the scene in front of us play out each word that slips from the others mouth we all flinch fearing the outcome. He mentions something about the wall making me take a hesitant step back bumping into someone. I whip around to meet Peter’s silver eyes frantically eyeing the wall illuminated by green fluorescent beams.

Moria steps forward demanding to be let out, but her voice drowns on when I realize her pleas are pointless and we’ll be stuck in here for awhile. “Are you alright?” Peter’s frightened voice pulls me back to him. I simply nod to afraid of what I will say if I open my mouth. Then it dawns on me that I never told him of the baby that is growing inside me, and that I should probably tell him before we die.

“Peter I need to tell you something…” I trail off as I take in his frazzled appearance. “It’s not him you should be worried about. There’s someone else. Someone more powerful.” Although the statement meant nothing to me, it did pull my other cell mates attention. After that no one speaks, and I am sick and tired of everyone dancing circles around this situation. Not asking the simple question of why we are here.