[Erik was skilled at moving unseen when he needed to. He did have a taste for the dramatic when he had the power to unleash it, but he spent years hunting Shaw under the radar. He knew how to keep moving, and his ability to bend metal helped in small ways. He could create any key, for example, which led him in and out of abandoned apartments in the city. He was careful not to leave a trace, although he knew no one was hunting him. For now. His conversations with others troubled him, it all stirred under the surface. A family he never wanted, a friend who hated him, a lover caught in between, and Erik could feel his blood humming. It wanted action, it wanted him to burst past his current calm. He should have found the man who did the Pulse already. He should have killed him publicly. No, instead he was waiting. For what?
For right now, it was Peter Maximoff. He told the boy to meet him at a diner. It was 3 in the morning. He preferred being out when no one else was, he was paranoid. Erik could be charming and charismatic when he wanted to be, a fact he proved when he first met the waitress. If he scowled and acted serious, she might remember him better than some random, pleasant stranger who left her a good tip. That was the intention at least. He was drinking coffee in a booth, and rifling through a newspaper from the day. Some things didn't change, and he was still getting used to the internet and fast technology. He liked the familiarity of newspapers.]