Snarky Speedster

“Yep.”

Taking another swig of the apple juice, he filled himself another glass before resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands loosely. Briefly he noted the streak of white in her otherwise dark hair, “Yours looks pretty cool. Mine was kind of…mousy brown when I was a kid? Then it went silver first when I was about…ten or so when my powers first kicked in. The white is only something that’s really come in over the past decade or so if I’m honest. Kinda miss the silver.”

His lips quirked a little at her obvious curiosity and he nodded. It had taken him a while to get accustomed to the speed when it had first kicked in, often leaving him disoriented and feeling ill, but now it was something that he wasn’t sure he could function without, as much a part of him as anything else.

Rogue lifted herself up onto the counter opposite and sat herself down on her gloved hands, her legs swinging back and forth idly. She couldn’t help but look impressed as he described his powers. “Wow, that’s pretty neat.” she said, complimenting him. “I bet you’ve travelled to all sorts’a places. That’s what I’d do, if I could run that fast. I’d go all ‘round the world explorin’.” 

“Mostly what I do these days if I’m honest. Sometimes the Prof asks me to do things for him if he knows I’m heading somewhere specific. Check in on people and situations, that sort of thing,” Peter nodded in agreement, idly noting the gloves on her hands but making no mention of them or that he’d noticed them. Sure, he was nosy as hell, but he had a little bit of tact these days. Just a little bit.

“Yep.”

Taking another swig of the apple juice, he filled himself another glass before resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands loosely. Briefly he noted the streak of white in her otherwise dark hair, “Yours looks pretty cool. Mine was kind of...mousy brown when I was a kid? Then it went silver first when I was about...ten or so when my powers first kicked in. The white is only something that’s really come in over the past decade or so if I’m honest. Kinda miss the silver.”

His lips quirked a little at her obvious curiosity and he nodded. It had taken him a while to get accustomed to the speed when it had first kicked in, often leaving him disoriented and feeling ill, but now it was something that he wasn’t sure he could function without, as much a part of him as anything else.

He’d been about to raise the carton to his lips when she spoke and he briefly rolled his eyes before grabbing a glass. He’d probably finish the entire carton anyway, but he supposed it was the thought that counted. That was a thing, right? At least she wasn’t brandishing a frying pan at him anymore.

“Sure did. It’s been a while since I lived here full time of course, but I lived here. Mostly during the eighties, and a bit in the nineties. Struck out on my own after that, but I like to pop in every now and again,” he grinned a little, pushing a hand through his hair as he finished the ice cream bar in what probably appeared to her as the blink of an eye.

“Not technically breaking in,” he corrected. More like...sneaking in with permission. He’d always had a habit of showing up at odd times and rather than risk leaving a door open, Charles had decided that a window was better, meaning Peter could come and go as he pleased without bothering anyone and without damaging any property in the process.

“Currently, no, because I’m hungry...seriously, who needs this much vinegar?” he wrinkled his nose a little as he studied the contents of another cupboard before darting over to the fridge and pulling it open, “Apple juice, orange juice, eggs, more apple juice...man, somebody really likes apple juice.”

@amrogue . starter call . open

It had been a while since Peter had visited the mansion. Still, the old building hadn’t changed much since his last visit, or at least not what he could see given that the sun hadn’t quite come up yet so it was still half dark. It had been all too easy to slip in- nice to see the Prof still left a window open for him to get in by, and he’d taken the opportunity to amble into the kitchen and rustle through the cupboards for some sort of breakfast.

It had been…goodness, had it really been over a year since he’d been back here? Usually he left less time between visits but this time he’d been distracted, at least until he’d seen the headlines of all the goings on and just knew that his father had been part of it. Again. Prick.

Sticking a biscuit in his mouth, he went to continue his search when he heard movement and paused, looking up. A student, no doubt, but one he didn’t recognise. Taking the biscuit out of his mouth, he quirked an eyebrow.

Rogue woke up with a gasp, her heart hammering painfully against her chest. She knew it had only been a dream, but she swore she could still feel Logan’s icy adamantium claws buried deep inside her stomach. Rogue shivered despite the warmth of the mansion. In the dark, her room was a reminder of how earlier that year, she’d almost killed Logan in an attempt to wake him up from a bad dream.

Still jittery from the remnants of her nightmare, Rogue decided to head over to the kitchen, hoping that it would calm her down somewhat. As she approached the kitchen, she heard the sound of someone rummaging around in there. Wondering who it might be, Rogue stepped into the doorway, her foot landing on a creaky floorboard. 

As the man turned around to face her, Rogue tensed slightly. The window was wide open and she didn’t recognise the man at all. Was he supposed to be here? Had he broken into the mansion intending to burgle the place…or worse? Rogue chewed her lower lip nervously, before reaching out for the nearest object, which just so happened to be a frying pan. She held it out in front of her like a weapon and stared at the intruder defiantly. 

One eyebrow quirking. Peter briefly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender before idly taking another bite of the biscuit and leaning against the counter. A frying pan was an interesting weapon of choice, but then again he’d seen how well his sister could turn anything into a weapon if he pissed her off enough, so he wasn’t quite going to doubt the possibilities there.

Charles probably already knew he was here. Jean too. That was the thing about going anywhere near telepaths, even he couldn’t be overly sneaky. Both however had admitted that reading his mind was something akin to sensory overload so they weren’t too fond of it, but nonetheless, he imagined that they still had sensed his arrival.

...Leaking?

Absently he raised a hand to his face, grimacing a little as his fingertips came away tinged with red. Obviously at some point in his sleep he’d managed to poke the still healing wound or something. Still, it would be healed again soon enough and he wiped his hand on his jeans.

Stifling a yawn, Peter pushed himself up into a sitting position, blinking away sleep and taking a look at the kid who’d been staring at him. Not one he recognised but then again it had been a while since he’d visited the mansion.