He, however, didn’t answer her calls. He put his burner on silent, stuck headphones on his head, and went back to watching cat videos on YouTube. He felt bad for her, really. He knew he had caused her to reach this point in her life due to his…attempt of showing her love.

He was her nightmare while, eventually, she had became a spark of light he needed to get his head out of his ass.

Moving on to the little grocery shop. It was quite old and cheap looking so she wasn't worried about setting off alarms. If she had really thought through the situation she would of checked there first, the posh Brit would never hanged out in such a filthy place. Of course the place was closed. She gripped the handle and crushed it and made the door come flying off its hinges and hit her in the head." Shit!" Even after the blood oozed down her face and brought the wound to her attention, finding first aid still wasn't on her mind. Her own force had injured her before Kilgrave could even get someone to beat her up. She could do the most damage too, her own strength against her body which now caused her vision to blur.

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His hand moved to rest on the car’s roof before he bent down to peek into the window, studying the woman that was just drinking - what was that smell? Whiskey? Scotch?Things didn’t really go unnoticed around the mansion, especially not with Erik being worried all the time that somebody might be looking for him again. Hence, when he had noticed a car - a piece of junk, the metal practically screaming out to him - standing where it shouldn’t, he had watched it for a while.

She stared him down through her sunglasses. Even better, the guy she was after was the one who so graciously came up to her. Her first instinct was to drive the hell out of here. But her motor skills were slow and he managed to speech before she could make that rash decision. Oh.. He thinks she's a student?.. She paused. This could work. The woman was still young 20s, and her attitude, demeanour, and clothing style was even younger.

" You can't spell Funds without fun you know." It was ironic to him that he hadn't even told Erik that he was his son and he was already acting like a father. 20 years of not having one around and Peter had gotten quite use to it. He wasn't about to start listening now. He promised the other he wouldn't go far. His version of far didn't match up with Eriks though." Yeah yeah I'll stay close, might as well just get one of those child leashes." He still whipped around just less obvious. Multiple times he previewed the luxury car, checked out the place. But all Erik could see was him playing a game a few slots away.

"This is just like the video games I have at home." He yawned at it as he nearly broke off the joy stick of the toy. " Probably the first thing I'm gonna do when I get home." The colour emanating from the screen displayed on his focused face as he thought of all normal daily things he'll do once he got home. As he always did after heists. This one was a lot more endangering of this regular life because they finally had his face, usually the tapes couldn't identify him because he was too fast, but he had taken his time on this trip.

He had seen it for himself. His face was as clear as day on TV. His mind went into autopilot, beating the game, cranking out coins. If Erik was worried, should he be? " Hey just curious, why do you care so much, I mean in the past you literally didn't give a shit?" He blew a bubble of gum as big as it could stretch and then popped it. When thinking of consequences he only thought Erik would be thinking of the ones concerning his own wellbeing.

Peter toyed with the souvenir from the gift shop from time to time in his speedy flinches.

"Show time bro." He said hushed to Erik. He cracked his knuckles in the elevator. Erik and Peter were squeezed in with other strangers, he flashed a smile to the other passengers. This bubbly personality definitely wasn't shown on tv. They could make a villain out of anyone. Not that doing bad wasn't unexpected of Pietro. He laid somewhere in the grey area. However in the eyes of others he was just as bad as Magneto.

Another thing she had noticed in Axel is how formal-polite yes-but more stiff than anything else he was towards the man. Certainly nothing like how he treated, even straight off the bat. The women felt a smidge smug knowing both sides of the other. Not that her initial thought was to manipulate him with it..but it was a close second.

His prim technique worked though, they were back on their way. Her grey flushed cheeks warmed again with color. His touch was unprecedented and she flashed him a concerned look, that was concealed mildly because of the person in front of them. No skin had been touch but the pressure applied to her shoulder had given her the initial impression that it had. The goofy smile had been peeled off her face. The twig gloved fingers clutched on to the perched fingers, about to move them away thinking he had just poisoned himself. Mid action she realised he had been careful. While not sure if the man had seen her odd gesture, she subtly moved away under his resting fingers. " I don't know about you- Valerius- but I love to eat dinner at... 11:30." She smirked as she checked the time on her burner phone.

He closed his eyes and focused on the spinning world, about a minute or so passed and then he spoke like nothing happened. " -Hey you sure you wanna do that? It's kind of stuffy in here could use an open window. " His blood shot eyes rolled in their sockets to see that all openings were now shielded off. Great more obstacles. " Didn't want your book anyways." He huffed as the other took away the book it wasn't like he knew how to use the spells and stuff in there anyways. His ungrateful attitude didn't really change once he was minimally fed.

"Not what I was expecting but-" he shut up and ate the peach that he had caught in his lap. He ate it of course and even with the other standing facing away from him he cautiously stood up still quite dizzy. Of course he was already beginning to recover, his shoulder snapped back into place and the damaged retina reduced in redness. He looked over at the metal twig on the ground. Then at Loki's unarmored back.

He kicked up his feet once the other toyed with the plastic circle. He was totally in on this. The grey haired boy smirked. While resting with his eyes closed his ears perked at the question and in a stutter he choked on a bite of his burger and his feet came down to the floor. He eventually coughed enough so the obstruction wasn't well-obstructing his throat. "Yeah, it's a place to stay at. That's why I hang there, better than my moms basement. Charles won't mind an extra body plus..you guys always make up." His voice suggested that it would be a walk in the park but his jumpy presence said otherwise. He could only hope he was convincing enough.

The debate was over. Reluctantly the other had agreed to his plan.Mentally he gave himself a pat on the back. However Erik taking the lead role was not quite processed by his brain. " Yeah, Yeah- so there's this sweet Ferrari I saw downstairs, just need to win like a few hundred chits, good place to start. Coin slots would be super easy. Poker games though that's where it's at." He rubbed his hands together.

Once more Peters phone went off. Charles called again,although Pietro let it go to voicemail he did quickly text back that he's okay and that he'll be back within a week. It wasn't much to give to the parental figure, but he couldn't divulge into the details of what he had done. One he didn't feel like getting yelled at. Two Charles wouldn't understand not now and maybe not ever. Three Peter wanted to procrastinate to get to the gambling.

“I was given a shit hand and gave others even shitter ones. I like my freedom. And if the government got their hands on me, you know they will whisk me off and make an army of mind controllers. You know this is true, Jessica. I’m best left to my privacy and to live my life utterly alone…goodbye. Make something good of yourself. This is a burner phone by the way. It won’t get you any closer to me. You’re clever but you never really had tact.”

Oh did Jessica have a counter argument for him. The burner phone was a minor set back... She couldn't respond to the government fact because well it was true but either her stubbornness or her slowed down mind refused to acknowledge it- could of been a solution of both. The drunk woman never had the chance to further the conversation before he hanged up. Fuck.

"Tay shee. Hmph." Her thick American accent repeated in confirmation. He seemed pretty prepared for that question. The woman hanged in the back of the pair until a mild bang from an alley spooked her and she caught up pace. " Ah.. Damn so we missed all the good lectures about random metals." Sarcasm was still evident in her voice but she wasn't aiming banter at him anymore and was rather conversational. Although he pretended to only know hearsay, that information was all she knew was who stark was, some hotshot with a techno suit.She was actually kind of looking forward to the meal, which is why she was so down hearted when they had to take a detour.

The next moment happen so fast she found herself following Axel-Valerius lead. They both were equally unsettled, her probably more unnerved with her lack of understanding of the relationship between him and this stranger that they back tracked to. She looked up at Valerius- the name which she couldn't get over mentally- and back over at the man giving a awkward toothy smile that was awkward partly because it was rare for her mouth to turn that way. She just wanted to eat food. This was too much and now she was smiling goofy at a man that she instantly didn't like because he stands in the way of free food. Over time she debated just sprinting away from this. Bound by social situation she stood there though, her stress level rose and so did her dark bruising. Along the side of her jaw a black spot dispersed like a fire cracker.

With the first hit he instantly dropped his sad wire from his hands and on to the floor. He flexed his arms trying to break out of the hold to protect himself from the second one in vain.

While still seeing hazy outline of six Loki's he made an attempt to spit at one of them. Blood spurted out of his mouth, as well as a tooth or two. " Fuck.-... Okay okay Jesus.. just cause teeth take forever to grow back. " He groaned, he was close to passing out again but the forced upright position helped him keep focus. Not time to black out. The damage was done. The merc in some way had pledged to not be a extremely annoying. But not fully, it was easy to be cocky when you can't easily die.

The hyper human had laid an outfit that made him snicker quite a bit. It consisted of a Las Vegas bucket hat, light up glasses, cropped sleeve open shirt with tropical pictures and Jean shorts( aka jorts)." That's fashion right there. - And no I didn't take these clothes from people. Except the shorts."He muttered the last part. "Okay, Clothes check, I'll get some money while you change." It was quite easy to take a few wallets, and two mc Donald's burgers while at it down at the casino.

Some caught his eye though in his shenanigans. He stopped at the gift shop seeing that they had a Father's Day sale. The holiday must of been a few days ago- Peter never really kept track of it because he never needed to. He browsed slowly, not really in a rush to get back. He wasn't really gonna get anything. After all what does someone get when they barely know their dad? His stance on buying, or rather stealing something changed when he found a fridge magnet that said Dad on it. He found it quite humorous so he took a bite of his burger and fled with it in hand.

Axel wasn't a danger.. Yet. His motive was unknown to help her, but she subconsciously was drawn closer to him while the walked because he was the lesser of two evils, him or what ever she imagined lurked in the darkness in between lights.

The bullets quaked in mid air still defining gravity. Even with multiple aiming still at his body- he admired the sight. Cool. Slightly surprised Magneto made an effort to freeze all and not have Quick silver fend off his own. As his tone had proved he was still rather unhappy with the boy. But the action went appreciated. He needed a break before they sped off into the sunset. Even with the bark of orders from the elder, he poked the bullet as it gentle quaked. “Damn that guy from ‘Now you see me’ got nothing on you.” Comparing Magneto to a Magician as if they in the same genre. The speedster ascended past the other. A smile toyed at his lips as he was sitting at the top. He looked back at Erik. “ You might want to be the one to hurry-” He paused his holler, the first sign to make him shut up was Eriks distressed face, his eye trailed along the mutants outstretched arm and it led him to see the men were still playing tug a war with their weapons and the bullets free floating- the sight that a few moments ago made Peter stand in awe, now slightly worried him. Not for his sake. Not for Erik’s. But for those who had the order to kill them on sight.

It was clear that Erik wasn’t so much hesitation-just torn, his face was writhed with anger. The faces of their opponents were just as paralysed as the bullets themselves. Although technically Quick silver was an accomplice in making him be seen as a terroriser again. He urged Erik to not make it be true. Let the people think what they want. But he knew, and hopefully Erik knew that he wasn’t.

Erik hadn’t killed anyone during the escape- if anything Quick silver had done more damage. He had also been leading the mission, attacking the most purposely because he didn’t want to leave it up Magneto to make the choice to restrain or not restrain himself. Yet Peter knew Erik would not sit on the side lines, and here he was in a situation that Peter had been hoping wouldn’t happen. The moment the bullets switched directions Peter would intervene. But he would do no such thing to take precautions now. His bet was on Erik letting go and getting out with him. He subconsciously idolised the former villain. When he found out who he was in relation to himself, when he heard stories about the old him from Charles and Raven he felt like he already knew Erik Lehnsherr as a person. That person he envisioned as his father was good. People called him ignorant for not acknowledging his father as a terrorist,and stupid for not being afraid of him. But he was right. The bullets lowered.His face eased along with the guards.

“Just get us out of here. We’ll worry about what comes next when it happens.” He is not looking forward to being swept away, and while he does consider himself as having a strong constitution, there’s no guarantee that having been through this once will in any way prepare for him going through it a second time, for longer and over a greater distance. 

Erik allows Peter to approach him, and stands very still, taking a deep breath in and letting it go. He knows what he had almost done back in there, and at the time, he hadn’t regretted it. A bullet placed neatly in each guard and they wouldn’t have reason to run so fast. A bullet for each human who had shot at him, intending to take him down, and possibly leave the speedster dead as well. Some might argue he’d been well within his rights to do it, in self defense or at least in defense of another, but he knows better. 

He also knows roughly where they are located, but has no clue as to their proximity to Las Vegas, or that Pietro had stopped through there on his way. All Erik is concerned with at the moment is that they flee from this compound and find a safe, quite place for him to recover, and form there he must get rid of the uniform he wears or risk a timely recapture. If by some chance they do come for him, he will have no choice but to surrender peacefully again, unless they come at him with force. 

He momentarily checked on his passenger. The metal benders face was blank and with a wave of his hand Eriks eyes were closed so he wouldn't kick up sand into them. Probably should have done that first.