#oof it's been awhile since i've done anything for this fandom

[elegantwizardtree]

Lost but Not found

Peter awoke suddenly, he wasn't sure exactly what had his heart racing the minute brown eyes had opened to the wide blue sky above him, but it was surely something to be alert over. He took a quick sweep around the field he supposedly landed in, not sure of how exactly he ended up there. The last memory Peter had was of being cornered in a lab, guns were pointed at his head, and a whisper had sounded from far away, but at the same time, the voice sounded as if it were right at his ear. The next thing he knew, Peter was waking up in the middle of nowhere smack dab in a field of wildflowers. 

"Well shit." He muttered to himself as he scratched the back of his neck. What the speedster did know was that he seemed to be on his own in this random-ass field, none of the other X-men have seemed to made it with him, or seemed to have gone through whatever the hell that was before waking up this experience felt all like a dream to him, one he wanted to wake up from.

With a sigh and one more sweep around the field, Peter nodded to himself and raced off in a random direction. The lonely X-man needed to find his team, or really, he needed to figure out what happened to him because this is not the lab experimenting on missing teenage mutants that were located in West Texas, the scenery and landscape was nothing like what he remembered it being, and if the big ass sign that he just passed didn't give it away, he'd have to say he was in New Jersey. This caused Peter to pause, he stopped on the side of a highway, luckily no one had passed by to see a young silver-haired man appear out of the grey/blue blur that had been racing along the highway, and he was thankful for that really, but right about now would be nice for one of his friends to jump out, as if this was all some sort of terrible joke being played, but it appeared not to be because no one, Scott nor Ororo jumped out with widening smiles upon their faces as they teased the speedster for passing out on a mission.

"Fuck, fuck where is everyone?" Turning around and round, Peter gripped at his strands of hair and began to tug. The longer he stood and stared upon the green sign before him, the harder the tugging became, he was very near pulling out a fist fulls of hair if he didn't stop.

"Uh, is everything alright over there?" A voice sounded from behind Peter, it startled him into a jump, his arms falling limply to his side as he slowly turned to face whoever it had been to question him. 

The person in question stood at the edge of the road, just barely out of the front seat of his car as if he's just gotten out, which the stranger had, and wondering whether or not should step out any further towards Peter. "I- no, no I don't know how I got here." The stranger frowned deeply as he stepped away from the car, closing the door behind him, and made the rest of his way over to Peter. 

Taking a moment to himself, Peter ran quickly around the new man, he noticed the FBI printed out on the older adult's jacket and the odd-looking car that was parked to the side. It probably wasn't safe for Peter to stick around much longer, but he wasn't going to up and vanish just yet, he needed answers, and maybe this agent would be able to give him some.

Finished with his little search, Peter went to standing back in his original space and smiled awkwardly at the darker-haired male that he still didn't know the name of. Peter hadn't been lucky enough to spot any ID inside of the car and he wasn't feeling up to pickpocketing the man.

"Is everything alright, do you need a ride?" The strange man asked once he'd stopped a few inches away from Peter, the older gentleman looked kind and had a gentle smile on his face, he was trying to make it known that he meant no harm to the younger male stood before him, and Peter was grateful for the thought he probably wouldn't have stayed longer.

 "Yeah, could you manage New York? I don't remember how I ended up in New Jersey, of all places." Peter laughed awkwardly and rubbed at the back of his neck in embarrassment, the stranger raised an eyebrow in confusion and nodded his head before stepping aside and pointing towards the car. "Sure thing, but first I need to make a stop, it shouldn't take too long." The two stood in awkward silence, it was clear the stranger wanted to say more but chose against it, Peter was once again thankful for the decision by the shorter man because he had yet to pull a cover story out of his ass.

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"So, what can I call you? I kinda need a name to give my losey friends once they see I've been property dropped off at home." Now in the car, Peter was steadily drumming his fingers against his lap, it was something to do to keep the speedster from fidgeting in his seat and possibly giving him away to the agent who sat only a foot or so across from him. "Woo, Jimmy Woo, and you are?" The agent, now known as Jimmy, smiled lightly at Peter, he reached out with a single hand in greeting before shaking Peter's and turning back towards the road. 

"And yours, I don't exactly want to continue calling you 'misty' in my head," Peter raised his eyebrows and looked over towards Jimmy, the older man was red with embarrassment with a blush running from the tip of his ears, down to his neck, he soon coughed awkwardly. 

Taking a look from the highway over to Peter, Jimmy did a slight tilt to the head and pointed a finger up at Peter's silver locks, "it's uh, because of the hair." A hum fell from Peter's lips and he nodded his head, the explanation put a smile on his face and caused a laugh to echo through the tiny car. Jimmy soon had a mirroring grin crossing his lips. "Yeah, that's a new one, people normally just call me a freak. I gotta say, I kinda like the change." 

The too soon fell back into silence, the radio was on at a low volume, helping to fill the car up with some noise, but not enough to take away the edge of awkward silence. "Oh, and my name's Peter, Peter Maximoff." The name must have come as a shock to Jimmy, because as soon as the word 'Maximoff' had been spoken, the agent pulled to a quick stop and jerked his head towards Peter, a strange look was falling upon his face, one that read of confusion and maybe disbelief." 

"You wouldn't happen to know a Wanda Maximoff, would you?" Peter froze up at the question, he hadn't heard that name in years, hadn't spoken it since he was fourteen years old, pain that the name carried had caused for him to shut down completely if anyone had so much as mentioned her, and now, hearing his dead sisters name coming from a man he'd only met thirty minutes ago didn't sit right with him, the young mutant was about ready to jump out of the car and run.

"How do you know that name, no one should know that name-" Jimmy cut Peter off before he could go any further, a look of concern now flooded his features, the agent's brown eyes filled with worry as he looked upon the face of the young man before him. "What do you mean, Wanda Maximoff was wanted by the US government five years ago, it's kind of hard not to know the name?" The statement came out more as a question, the confusion was thick in the air and both males didn't know what to do about it. It was clear one or the other was getting their facts wrong. 

With a huff, Peter shifted nervously in the passenger seat, his fingers now rushing into a blur as he repeatedly tapped his legs. "That's the name of my DEAD twin sister, how can she have been wanted by the US government if she's been dead since I was fourteen years old?" Tears were thick in the speedsters voice as he tried his best at forcing down the forming lump in his throat, the subject was never easy, and especially right now when the FBI agent sat beside him was convinced his dead sister was alive, it wasn't a funny joke to the speedster and it became clear to Jimmy that Peter, whoever he was didn't know anything of the major world events from the last five years, possibly even before.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you, truly I am, but what's the last major world event you remember?" Peter thought on this for a moment, his lips being chewed between his lips as he thought back to the last two months of his life. "John Gotti just got life in prison." Once again the car pulled to a jerky stop and the older man to the side of Peter looked over to the silver-haired man as if he'd grown a second head. 

"Peter, John Gotti got life in prison in 1992 and he's been dead since 2002, it's currently 2023." Peter's eyes went wide in disbelief, it was only yesterday the news had even been released, and now this man, the one he's only met an hour ago is telling him the trial was years in the past. The speedster didn't know what to do besides stare into the empty road before them.

"Where have you been for the last thirty-one years?"