Chapter 142: Arc Five. Chapter One Hundred Forty. Plane Sailing

“Took you long enough,” was all Pietro said as Peter and Wanda pulled up in the stolen ATV, and Wanda shook her head as Peter shrugged,

“Yeah, until I met a real mutant, all I had was this dead weight around my neck, constantly complaining and then, guess what, as soon as trouble started they vanished, must be his power or something,” and Peter winked at Wanda who was smiling and trying not to laugh at her brother’s unamused expression. 

Erik stood watching, and as Wanda looked over at her father he just shook his head, frowning.

“Yes, very good. Daughter, glad to see you safe, and you too Mr Parker, your agent Romanov has filled me in, and as soon as you are ready we can leave.”

“Uh, leave? But we haven't been to the second site yet, and we don't have a plane”

Eric raised an eyebrow, “well, the grownups talked while you were away and that's all taken care of. Now if you please I would like to get a move on. Wanda, please, if you want to stay here then-” but Wanda stopped him by raising her hand

“I'm coming,” and as he looked over at Peter, getting a frown and a raised eyebrow from Erik.

“I see, very well.” and with that, he headed back into the farmhouse.

Pietro looked at the pair, “what was that about?” but Wanda smiled and shrugged and headed inside as well.

As Peter moved to head into the house, Pietro put a hand on his chest, “did you, did you boink my sister? And Peter laughed,

“Boink? Seriously? No-one says boink,” and shaking his head while laughing to himself, “boink,” and he chuckled and pulled Pietro's hand off his chest and walked past him, still laughing, “like a spring,” he whispered and Pietro tilted his head

“Wait, what?” and he zipped into the house past him. “No, you did not, did you? Did he?” He asked, zipping between Peter and Wanda, and as neither of them said anything but Wanda looked guilty while shaking her head Pietro assumed. “Oh you are so dead, I told you, hands-off.” and as he zipped forwards he swung a punch out, but it was stopped by red energy.

“You told him?” Wanda asked accusingly, “you told him? Is that right Peter?” and he nodded, knowing better than to start anything. “Oh, so you, you of all people. Mr ‘oh there's a pretty girl, so let me ditch you for hours’ told him that I was off-limits, is that right? Well then, no, we didn’t do anything. Unlike you I have standards.“

“Hey!” Peter shouted, unamused

“Sorry, I have self-control and Peter was, is a perfect gentleman, so no, we did not and,“ Wanda pulled Pietro closer, “if you breathe a word to dad that you think I did, I’ll make sure that the last thing you ever use for running is your mouth,” and lifting him up, opened the door and he shot off outside like a rocket.

Peter smirked and shook his head, reminding himself to never get on her bad side. 

“So have fun?” Nat smirked as she grilled Peter, “nice to see you picked up another one,” and Erik raised an eyebrow

“Thanks, Nat,” Peter said, seeing the look not just on her face, Erik’s face but Wanda’s as well. 

“Right. Well, Erik and I worked out a few details, got our ride sorted and a stopover at the facility. Can you bring me up to speed on what happened?”

Peter looked at Nat and concentrated, letting the memories of the event flow into her, minus the time spent in the mindscape Wanda had attempted to trap him in. Peter figured that while he was observant, Nat was a trained spy and she could see details in his memories that he might have missed, or simply passed over due to lack of knowledge.

“Wow, uh, that's a rush.” Nat shook her head as the link dissolved. “So, we have a shadow organisation working within Shield that has access to old Hydra Tech and is working with Ultron. Erik, any chance we can leave ASAP?” and he nodded

“We’re waiting on Wanda.” who as everyone turned to look at her, looked behind her and smiled.

“Uh, oops,” and darted off to her room.

Nat shook her head. “Erik agreed to help us with the facility, and I'm authorised to order its destruction depending on the situation. Well, I think this warrants destruction.” Peter had nothing to say to that, even if he had an opinion, on this he had to defer to her authority as a Shield agent as well as his boss. He already figured he would get in trouble over the little stunt at the headquarters and opening his mouth now might land him in worse trouble.

“Eat, get ready, we leave in 10, well, once Wanda packs,” and Natasha motioned to Peter, “Can we talk outside?” and he nodded and followed after her.

“Right, now tell me what really happened, there was a gap,” and Peter shook his head, 

“No, not relevant, and definitely private, nothing was compromised, not her or me. You saw everything you needed to.”

“And if I make it an order?” she folded her arms and sighed

“Then I tell you and you lose the one bit of trust you’d built,” he shrugged. “It’s really not relevant, it was the mindscape Wanda constructed.” and Nat smirked

“Private and not relevant huh? Fine, this time, but in future, anything, and I mean anything gets reported.” and Peter stared at her, “what you think you’re little escapade in the toilet isn't sitting in a report on Fury’s desk? Length, girth, duration, everything. Shield takes things like that seriously, especially when an agent uses sex to entrap a possible suspect. Not just you, that's why we don’t. You think the paperwork for shooting someone is bad, have sex with them and see how big that headache is.” and Peter laughed and shook his head.

Nat sighed, “sorry, but I'm being serious, and I know you’re not taking it that way. Peter, this is for your own good this time. Not just you but anyone you sleep with while working will suffer, not just the writing a report on how many times you orgasmed and where but how you feel about the person. Every detail will be dragged out and examined to make sure the agent didn’t use their position or authority to coerce the target, it’s painful and humiliating. After we had sex, I spent an hour being examined, physically and verbally, and then four hours filling paperwork out to make sure I hadn’t been compromised, and then, only then did Fury let me take this case.” and Peter extended a hand out to her, now unsure if it was allowed. And she took it and patted the back of it.

“Touching allowed you know,” 

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“I, uh, just never knew,” and she shrugged.

“It's part of the type of agent I am,“ and she looked down, “maybe one day I’ll explain.” She took a deep breath “but for now, even if Wanda isn't finished we need to deal with site two and get back to the states, this got a bit more serious than we’d expected.”

As Natasha and Peter came back into the house Erik and Pietro were standing with exasperated looks on their faces, Wanda still wasn’t packed and was taking her time. Natasha smirked, “woman’s touch then,” and headed into Wanda’s room.  A few moments later there was a cry and a red-faced Wanda carrying two suitcases, and a smirking Nat came out. “And done.”

“Well then,” Erik spoke and with a wave of his hands, the building began to shake. “It's been a while but our ride should still be operational,” and the walls of the house tore and crumbled apart, pulled to one side by invisible hands, and the floor began to rise.

“Charles always had more money than he knew what to do with, Beast was always building and so when I left I took a small memento.”

The steel plate hidden under the floor continued to rise and eventually, an old-style jet was lifted from the ground.

“Uh, think I can take a memento when I leave Shield?” Peter asked Natasha who snorted and patted him on the arm.

“Not until I get mine,'' she replied and he laughed.

Erik scowled and shook his head. “children,” but even Pietro was amazed.

“We had a jet, A jet, under the house, and you wait until now to tell us?” and he zipped off and the back hatch of the plane squealed as he opened it, and could be heard coughing.

“Might want to air it out first,” he yelled as a loud of dark brown dust swirled out from the door, Pietro speeding around inside and creating a wind tunnel to clear the air.

Once the giant plume of dust had been blown from the back of the jet, Peter whistled as he entered. While it was obviously from the ’70s, the decor was horrendous, the tech itself was sound. The interior was a pale white colour, now a light cream, aged with neglect, and the seats, once a nice tan leather, were cracked and aged. While Pietro had cleared away the dust the faded interior still smelt musty and dirt and grime, needing water to clean, lined the windows.

Nat winked as she brushed past him and entered the cockpit, and as Peter was about to join her Erik put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head,

“Leave Natasha to fly, we can discuss what your intentions for Charles are,” and with a fist grip, Peter was guided to a set of four seats, the cleanest grouping in the jet.

“Charles isn't about to sit and let you invade his mansion, and if he’s actively using his powers to stop people then you face an uphill battle. While I am unimpressed with your little temper tantrum, Natasha persuaded me not to make an issue of it, and in fact, where we are going will demonstrate that people like myself, and definitely people like Charles, are not to be underestimated.”

Natasha’s voice came over the PA system, crackling, “Wheels up in 5 minutes, pre-flight is shaky at best, and some systems are dead, good enough to get us home but will be a bit bumpy,” and as if to highlight her concern as the system shut down it emitted a high pitched whine and squealed before cutting off completely.

The announcement ended their conversation and the four sat in an uncomfortable silence. As Pietro was the only one without some kind of control over his thoughts, Peter could tell he was dying to ask if Wanda and him were actually in a relationship but even Erik must have guessed as he kept giving him strained looks.

Thankfully, in a jet, the journey to the second site was short and the intercom squealed into life once more.

“We’re hovering. Erik, do your thing.” and slipping a helmet over his greying hair she smiled,

“This young man is where I show you that mutants are not to be trifled with,” and undoing the door hatch, he floated out as the tang of ozone filled the air.

Moving over to the other side, he watched as Magneto lifted his arms and a strange whumming noise filled the air. The building below creaked and groaned as the concrete walls cracked and Peter knew he was lifting the steel rebar buried within the concrete.

As he lifted his arms the whole compound lifted and bringing them together, it was crushed by the immense force of Magneto's powers, crushing it all together into one massive ball.

“This is the true power of a mutant young man, and you would be well advised to Stay. Out. Our. Way.” Magento hefted the huge ball of crumbling concrete and laid it down outside the compound's wall. Next, several underground steel vaults lifted into the air and once more he ripped them into shreds, the decommissioned armour and weapons inside being crushed into balls of their own.

“Well, this is interesting,” and he gestured with a hand, pulling over a bar of silver-grey metal. “A gift, a reminder that you should rethink your plan,” and as the bar floated over to Peter, he could feel the strange power coming from it.

As he let his Venom armour slip over his face he saw that the metal was completely inert to his senses, not just invisible but it seemed to be drawing energy into itself. What the hell? He thought as the mask retracted, this is new and he made a note to give this to Liv so they could study it together, maybe she knows what it is?

As Peter watched, Magento crushed and destroyed the entire base with simple gestures of his hands. Peter watched him with lens covered eyes and noted the electromagnetic spectrum going mad as he wielded his powers. He was now aware of beings that could manipulate energy, and one that could manipulate a fundamental force of the universe was unimaginably terrifying, and even Peter admitted to himself that maybe pissing him off was a bad idea. 

“Okay, I get it, but that doesn't change the fact that that asshole came in with no warning and took a traumatised girl away. No asking, no talking, just took her. Scary powers or not he needs to make amends for that.” and as Erik floated back over to the jet and landed softly back inside he stared at Peter.

“And you think that you are the one to do that?” but Peter nodded as he stared back.

“Using magnetism is dangerous, and using your powers like that is reckless and irresponsible. You’re just as fucking bad, so no lectures or you will find out exactly what I’m capable of.” and Erik laughed as Peter scolded him.

“It's just magnetism, young man, just magnetism.” but Peter shook his head.

“Atoms are held together by electromagnetism, the Earth is protected by a huge electromagnetic shield. So no, it’s not ‘just magnetism’, read a fucking book.” and as he sat down and stared at the metal bar Magento had given him he heard the one weapon any man fears,

“Atoms? Is he right? Can you really do that?” Wanda yelled at him and as Peter smirked in his chair, he knew that Erik would never win.

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