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The year is 1983, and Peter Maximoff, 24 years old, music connesour, fastest man alive and impeccable dresser (if he does say so himself), is bored. After the crazy world-saving fight with that grey dude he was stuck in crutches for three weeks, which is pretty good considering Hank said the damage is his knee would take 6 to 8 weeks on someone without his accelerated healing (would've been two weeks but he tried to run too early) but he thought he was going to die of boredom then.
But now he's been her for two months now and in that time he has explored the entire mansion, met every student, spent time in every lesson (he's picked a few subjects to study, the Professor seems insistent that he has "more potential than he thinks" or whatever) and has moved pretty much all of his stuff from his mom's house (even the arcade machine he stole from a diner). Honestly, he was expecting some more excitement. The training sessions in the Danger Room are pretty cool even if no one can beat him at his maximum speed (unless Jean lifts him with her TK) and he hangs out a lot with the team but the schedule and the monotony is just so ridiculously dull.
So for the past 2 and a half weeks now Peter has stopped trying to fight the wave of boredom forcing him to slow down and is flowing with the current. Peter has been studying everyone around him and learning their routines. He knows everyone's class schedule, particular days people go to the mall, he knows everyone's habits, hobbies, who's dating who, who's broken up with who, the list goes on. One particular thing he's learned is the Professor's appointment schedule and for the past two weeks (possibly longer, he wasn't paying attention before) the Professor has had an appointment with a guy who looks about Peter's age in his office for 2 hours every Thursday afternoon.
Of course the Professor has lots of appointments with lots of different students, and even some people, like this guy, who come to the mansion just for the appointment, but he has never seen anyone with hair (almost) as cool as peter's own. Pitch black hair all styled straight up like a 7 inch column of darkness. Peter had seen Erik and Charles make eyes at each other so many time before and the sexual tension between them could be cut with a knife so Peter knew it was his duty as a good son (even if Erik didn't know about him yet) to check this guy out and ensure that Charlie wasn't fooling around with someone far too young for him. It definitely wasn't because of the way the guy wore a sleeveless leather jacket that showed off slim but toned arms or had worn a t-shirt of a band that Peter hadn't heard of but was desperate to ask about.
Today was the day to enact his perfectly crafted plan to find out what they were doing in the office under the guise of speaking to the Professor about a section of the grounds he would suggest they build into an outdoor obstacle course. So he knocked and quickly entered the office.
"Hey Professor I've found a massive chuck of- Oh."
He stopped when he registered what he was seeing. The dark haired guy was levitating crossed legged and barefoot opposite Charles with his back to the door. And he was shirtless. He turned to look at Peter who had frozen to the spot. They made eye contact and Peter blinked. He felt like he was being intently studied even though the guy kept a neutral face. Having been interested in his clothes and hair, Peter hadn't really noticed his face before. He was good looking with dark eyes and high cheekbones but bags under his eyes made him look tired and he looked too slim. Peter took a fast glance over his back and the part of his torso he could see which confirmed this (even if Peter did think, for less than a millisecond, that that was a body he might want to see more of). He eyes were back up faster than anyone could spot (he mastered this skill very quickly with the emergence of both teenage hormones and his powers) but he saw the man's face change to give him a curious look.
"Peter if you don't mind, I'm in a session. We can talk later." The Professors words snapped him trance and almost made him jump.
"Yeah. Cool. Sure thing Professor." The guy was still watching him carefully. "Um, bye."
Peter zips out of the mansion out into the wooded grove and let's out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. His brain then catches up to him.
"What the hell was that?"
After a short run around the grounds to burn off some energy, Peter positions himself in a tree where he can see the front entrance but still be hidden. If he didn't have such a short attention span he thinks he would make an awesome spy. There's already a taxi waiting for the man when he exists the building followed by the Professor. He has a his jacket back on, covering his bare chest and pair of plimsoles on his feet. Peter can see Charles talking to the guy who is walking straight to the taxi. He sees Charles place a hand on the guys arm to stop him, his face changing to slightly worried and a little annoyed. Peter recognises this look as one Charles has often given to Erik and adds that the his list of suspicions. The guy replies something that seems to be dismissive as he shrugs off Charles's arm and gets into the awaiting car.
As it pulls away down the drive, the guy looks out the window and meets Peter's eyes in his hiding place. Peter hadn't been expecting that but isn't surprised to see the same analysing look until the car leaves the grounds and is out of view. Peter isn't a cat but his curiosity has always been a danger to him (from testing his speed at dangerous levels, to pushing people's buttons to test their patience) and this definitely requires further investigation. His super fast brain starts working for a plan for next week.