AN: Again, this story is not betaread and English is a foreign language to me. I try my best. I am not writing an accent for Rogue, because...well, that´s even harder to write than just English. Imagine the accent, if you want to.

The characters are not mine, just like "playing" with them, as so many do. Pietro looks like Evolution Pietro, but I use not only Evolution history in my head, but mix a bit and add some of my own.

Learning by doing

A car stopped in front of an old Victorian house. It was an expensive car and did not quite fit into the poor neighborhood the house stood in, nor to the house itself, as it was in a very run-down state.

"This is where you will stay, Quicksilver! I will contact you, when I am in need of your services!"

The voice, who spoke these words sounded commanding, cold even and the receiver of these words, a boy in his mid teens, merely nodded and climbed out of the car. As if by magic the door closed behind him and the car drove off.

Quicksilver, or rather Pietro Maximoff, if we want to call the boy by his real name, stared after it and sighed.

For 4 years he had not heard a word from his father and suddenly he came back, broke him out of jail and commanded him to join this... Brotherhood.

Pietro glanced at his new home. "Not very inviting" he thought, but he had lived in worse places.

"Home..." he pondered, "what does that even mean?" He had had so many homes in the past years, but no one had really wanted him there. Wasn´t home supposed to be a place, where you are wanted? "Whatever!" the boy shook of these thoughts and decided to check the place out. He sped up to a window and spied inside. He could see two boys in the room. One, a small ugly looking fellow, was lying on a sofa and the other, a big and really fat guy, was sitting on the floor next to it. They were watching some cartoon in the television and eating popcorn.

Pietro knew from his father, that he was to live with 4 other teenagers, all mutants like himself and that a lady, he´d forgotten the name, was to look after them. That however were all the information his father had chosen to tell him, so finding out more was up to him.

Pietro was not a shy boy, far from it, but nonetheless he felt a little anxious meeting these mutants. Why was that, one might ask. The boy we are talking about here had had a very rough past and though he would never admit it himself, was actually fairly insecure of who he was. He needed others to like him, even though he told himself, that he did not need that, that all he needed was only himself, but it was a lie. He was anxious, because he wanted to impress his new housemates. He wanted them to like him.

The boy got fidgety. Well, more so, than he was anyway. That always happened when he got excited. He took a last look at the window and decided that the best way to introduce himself was showing off his powers. After all he was Quicksilver, the fastest boy on earth and that got to be impressive.

So in full Quicksilver-mode he rushed to the frontdoor and knocked multiple times, waiting impatiently. As soon as the door opened he blew inside like some maniac hurricane, stopped shortly to grin at the boy he had toppled over and continued his run into the living room.

Two simultaneous shouts of "What the fuck?!" from the entrance and "Hey, my popcorn!" from the living room announced that Quicksilver had made this house his house.

By the time Todd and Fred both were on their feet to check out what had happened, Pietro already had had a good look into every room and corner of the downstairs level and made his way up the stairs.

During all these happenings another boy was sitting on the bed in his room with a guitar in his hands. Next to him on his night table stood three cans of beer that he had whiped from a store earlier. One was open and served as refreshment between songs, or parts of it, that he practiced. For Lance Alvers this was what he understood under a perfect evening. However his solitude got interrupted by the sound of doors being opened and banged shut again, he heard feet stomp up the stairs and Rogue, the only girl with the Brotherhood, shouting something, though he could not understand the words.

Puzzled he put his guitar down and got off his bed, but before he had reached the door, it flew open and everything was chaos.

Fred, Todd and Rogue came running through the open door and then... BANG ... a stranger was sitting on his butt in the middle of the room.

"Where the fuck does he came from?" Lance wondered and growled when he saw, what was in the boy´s hand. A short glance on his night table confirmed his suspicion, that it was indeed a can of his beer the boy was holding, while the other can was lying next to his feet.

The boy rubbed his forehead with his free hand and looked up grudgingly at Fred, who due to his big size blocked the way out. "Do you mind!" he said in an indignant tone. "I was running there!"

The other teenagers just stared at him. Todd was the first one to recover from the shock. "Who are you, yo?" he asked.

Pietro jumped to his feet in a blur. He shook the hands of the guys in a second and then slowed down to give a kiss to Rogue´s gloved one. "I am Pietro Maximoff!" he announced.

Lance, of course, was not satisfied with this answer. "Well, Pietro Maximoff, what are you doing here? And give me back my beer!"

He jumped back in surprise when the boy suddenly was in front of him dangling the beer before his nose.

"This one?"

His teasing tone let Lance´s blood boil. Enraged he made a grab for the beer, but as his hand closed Pietro was already a few steps away, opening the can and drinking the beer in one go.

He smacked his lips together, than licked them and grinned at Lance.

Todd and Fred watched the scene in horror and gave a pleading glance to Rogue, that said: Please, do something or we won´t have a house left to sleep in tonight.

Lance, unsurprisingly, balled his hands into fists and the house started to shake. Pietro looked startled for a quarter second, but quickly schooled his expression into an unimpressed smirk.

"That all you got?" he challenged.

"I´ll show you, fucker!" Lance spat, but was stopped by Rogue, who had come up by his side and put a calming hand on his shoulder. "Don´t let him get to you."

"Pretty weak that beer!" Pietro continued his teasing. "Haven´t got anything stronger? Or can´t you take it?"

That pushed Lance over the point again. He lunged for Pietro, but again it was just thin air he grasped. He looked around and saw that white haired devil was sitting on his bed with his guitar in hand.

"Put that down!" he shouted.

Pietro of course ignored this "request" and began to play some tunes.

"What kind of stuff you play?" he wanted to know. "Oh let me guess..." he continued without waiting for an answer, "probably Nirvana and shit. You look like that kind of guy."

"Hey cutie", he addressed Rogue, "wanna hear a love song? I composed it for you just now!"

Rogue scoffed. "So big-mouth, care to tell us, what you are doing here?"

"Oh, I am living here now," answered Pietro in a casual tone of voice and played some more notes on the guitar.

TBC