Pietro Maximoff hit the buzzer, and waited in the rain, silently cursing whomever was on the other end. After a few more minutes of violently jabbing at the button, Pietro pulled the woolen collar closer, about to leave when;
"Alvers here, what the hell do you want?" A sigh of relief escaping his lips, Pietro stopped and returned to the front step of the seedy apartment building.
"Heya, Lance, it's Pietro, lemme in." There was a silence, and for a moment, Pietro thought Lance had decidedly hung up.
"Ah, hello, 'Tro. I see the latest prenup has run out." Pietro bit his lip; so Lance was gonna milk it a bit. Well, fuck him too, that bastard.
"Close. I still have a bit left, and some of it could be yours, if your willin' to help me."
"Didn't I tell you? Me 'n Toad 'n Freddie boy don't do that no more." Pietro mentally groaned as he heard muffled snickers through the speaker.
"Lance..." Checking the silver watch on his wrist, Pietro slicked back his hair, waiting for an answer.
"Lance David Alvers! You let my little brother in or I will kick you in the balls!" Pietro grinned as he heard the sound of his sister's voice, and a yelp that was without a doubt from Toad. With a click, the door unlocked, and Pietro pulled it open and made his way to the stairs and up to the fifth floor, third apartment on the left.
He easily entered the apartment; the door was never locked. He walked in to see Wanda pouring hrself a glass of scotch, Fred and Toad on the couch playing X-Box, and Lance at a table looking over a few forms, cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
"Come 'ere, 'Tro," Lance says, gesturing Pietro over while sifting through the papers. Pietro waved to him, but moved over to his sister, grinning at her. A small smile graced her lips, and she put down the bottle.
"Hey you." she said, and Pietro gave her a full on hug, before pulling back to yell at her.
"Where the hell have you been? No word for a whole year? Musta been some heist." Despite his frustration, Pietro pulled his sister into another hug. "I missed you, girl." Wanda smiled lightly and hugged him back.
"So, I heard you managed to get to Evan Daniels." she said, smirking. "Musta been one hell of a cash load."
"No shit," Toad called from behind them. Pietro blushed.
"Yeah..." he muttered, still a bit embarrassed about talking to his sister about his 'profession'. Wanda noticed this and laughed.
"'Tro, no reason you should be embarrassed. Compared to dad, mom, 'n me, your lifestyle is down right considerate. We don't leave our victims with nothin', at least you give your ex's half." that did make sense. Pietro's father was none other than the infamous 'Magnus' Erik Lehnsherr. He was among one of the top ten most wanted men in the US, on account of being very deeply involved with several New York mobsters.
His mother, Magda Maximoff, was well-known for her highly successful gentlemen's club. That was putting it politely. And, of course, his twin sister Wanda Maximoff. She was known through the world as the Scarlett Witch. Many wealthy families usually found themselves recieving her signature scarlett cloth and out a priceless artifact.
So, of course, it made perfect sense that Pietro Maximoff had ended up becoming a bit of a gold digger.
