Scott Summers was in a very good mood. Last night, while him and Jean were supposed to be getting ready for the danger room session the next day, they had a make-out session instead. And the Danger Room session went pretty well too, considering they hadn't planned anything.
He had just had a nice, warm, relaxing, shower, and was on his way to the kitchen to get a bottle of water.
Scott walked in the kitchen and looked around in the fridge until he spotted what he was searching for and opened up the bottle.
"What's up, Shades?"
Scott jumped and turned around to see who was speaking. He groaned when he saw Lance and Pietro sitting at the kitchen table, munching on some cookies and drinking some milk.
"What are you two doing here?" Scott asked, frowning.
"What does it look like we're doing?" asked Lance, taking another bite of a cookie.
Scott's frown deepened as he looked around for the rest of the Brotherhood.
"If you're looking for the others, you're not gonna find 'em here." Said Lance, cookie crumbs falling out his mouth as he did so.
"Wanda's out doing who-knows-what, Todd is at home eating the rest of our food, he beat all of us to it, and Fred went out to that new restaurant to go see how much food he can get away with eating before they kick him out." Pietro said, then took a drink of the milk, drinking straight from the carton.
Scott frowned some more. "Why am I not surprised?"
"And Pietro and I were starving, so we decided to go out and find some free food, and we across this place." Lance said, smirking.
"Why don't you guys get a job?" asked Scott. "That way you wouldn't keep coming here and eating all of our food."
"Aw, come on, Shades, this is only the third time this week, and it's Thursday!"
"Pietro's right, it's not like we come here every day." Lance stated as-a-matter-of-factly while he took the carton from Pietro and drank out of it, while Pietro started grabbing the cookies and stuffing them in his mouth.
Scott glared. "Yeah, it's not like we take any of your real food, just the unhealthy stuff." Pietro said as he swallowed the fifteen cookies he had somehow fit into his mouth.
Just then, Logan decided to come into the kitchen. He growled when he spotted the intruders. "I knew I smelled trouble."
Pietro gulped. "Don't worry, Mr. Wolverine, we were just leaving."
Lance nodded. "What he said."
"Why don't you take all the food you're going to need for the weekend," Scott said sarcastically.
"That's a great idea!" Pietro said. He used his super speed to get a plastic trash bag and fill it with more cookies, some chips, candy, and everything that was in the fridge.
"See ya on Monday," Lance said as he and Pietro started leaving the kitchen.
"Wait!" said Forge, barging into the kitchen. "I need someone as a candidate for my experiment, and you two are the perfect people."
"No thanks," said Pietro.
"We were just about to leave," Lance said, shrugging apologetically.
"Looks like somebody's too scared," said Scott, knowing exactly which buttons to push to make them do what Forge wanted.
"I'm not afraid of anything," said Pietro, sticking his tongue out at Scott.
"Me neither," said Lance, crossing his arms. "Let's show them who's scared."
They followed Forge into the danger room.
"Why in here of all places?" asked Lance.
"Just in case," said Forge.
"What's this experiment supposed to do?" asked Pietro suspiciously. "It's not going to make of spontaneously combust, is it?"
"I wish," Scott, who had followed them, muttered.
"No, it's supposed to make you shrink," Forge looked at their disapproving glares, then said, "but don't worry, I have a reverse switch to make you back to normal."
"Can't you use an apple or something like they do in the movies?" asked Lance, frowning.
"I already did, and nothing happened," said Forge. "But, I switched around some things and I know for sure that it's going to work this time, so I wanted to use living, human beings."
"Oh," said Lance.
"Just sit here," said Forge, pointing at two stools.
Pietro and Lance shrugged and sat down obediently. "Now what?" asked Pietro, getting impatient already.
"Just a flip of a switch, and, Walla! You're shrunk!" Forge pointed the invention at the two Brotherhood members, who were starting to look a little nervous.
He pressed a button, and a blue ray shot at the two members, causing them to cry out in shock, but even Pietro didn't have a chance to move as the ray shot them.
"Did it work?" asked Forge, coughing at the smoke that was starting to fill the room.
"What the fudge just happened?" he heard Pietro's voice shoot out.
"Aw, man." Forge said as he saw both Lance and Pietro, both full sized, standing there, glaring at Forge.
"I'm outta here," Pietro said, zipping out the danger room.
"Me too," said Lance. "Go find someone else to zap!"
Pietro made sure to pick up their trash bag of food before he ran out the X-Mansion and to Lance's jeep, and waited impatiently for Lance to finally get there.
"Took you long enough," said Pietro, frowning.
"I'm still in shock from the ray!" said Lance.
"Just start driving already!" Pietro snapped.
Lance rolled his eyes and pressed on the gas pedal as if he were in a Nascar race and didn't slow down for anything or anyone. Of course, Pietro didn't tell him to slow down because he always drove the same way, probably even faster, if that were possible.
Lance gave Pietro a high-five once they got home. They had only hit three little old ladies, fifteen kids, and two pregnant ladies. That was a record.
"I think we should win the award for the most hit-'n-runs," Pietro said, laughing as he picked up the bag containing their food for the weekend. He went inside and placed the bag on the kitchen floor and started rummaging through it.
"Lance, we scored big time!" Pietro said happily as Lance walked into the kitchen.
"How so?" asked Lance.
"We managed to get that Wolverine guy's beer and wine!" said Pietro. "Wow, he has that real strong stuff, too. We'll be in a coma for a week once we drink this stuff."
"I think Wanda won't approve of this," said Lance.
Pietro glanced at him deliriously. "Who cares? We can do it while she's out, she can't do anything about it if it's already done."
"I didn't know people kept beer in fridges anyway," said Lance.
"Aw, come on, even I know that cold beer in the best!" said Pietro, smirking at his knowledge of beer, something he shouldn't have been proud about, considering he was only seventeen years old and Lance was only eighteen.
Suddenly, Pietro got bored of looking through the bag and said, "I'm gonna go watch some TV."
Lance rolled his eyes at Pietro's attention span and started putting the stuff away. Just five minutes later, Pietro came into the kitchen again.
"Lance, I feel weird." Pietro complained.
"Aw, poor baby." Lance said sarcastically. Suddenly, he started feeling all tingly too. "Wait a minute, I feel it too."
"Do you think it's because of Forge's experiment?" Pietro wondered out loud.
"Probably," said Lance. He abruptly dropped the glass milk jug when his body started vibrating. The glass and milk went everywhere.
"I feel tired all of a sudden," Pietro said, yawning.
"Me too," Lance said. He rubbed his eyes.
Pietro tried to stay awake, but failed miserably as he closed his eyes and lied down on the floor. Lance did the same.
Todd decided just then to go into the kitchen and saw Lance and Pietro lying on the floor, asleep. He shrugged his shoulders and hopped back out, deciding to go in Wanda's room to spy and see if he could find any way to see if Wanda liked him or not.
Forge sighed as he pointed the ray at an apple. He hadn't changed anything, just wanted to see if he could find out what was wrong. He pressed a button and the blue ray shot at the red fruit.
He walked up to it and looked at it. After ten minutes, he gave up and threw the apple on the ground. He went to go have a snack.
"Forge; go clean up your mess!" Logan growled from upstairs.
Forge sighed as he looked in the empty fridge. Lance and Pietro had taken all their food and drinks. Again. He went back in the Danger Room and picked up the apple that he had tried to shrink. He gasped as it started vibrating and dropped it on the floor. Just as quick as it had started vibrating, it stopped, and shrank into the size of an ant.
"This is great!" Forge said, forgetting about Lance and Pietro. He ran to go tell the others.
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