Hello people's of fanfiction! I've recently become addicted to X-Men Evolution and watched every single episode on Netflix and came up with an idea for a story that I hope some of you will like. Please read and review!
Lance was outside working on his stupid, old jeep. It just wouldn't cooperate and had decided to break down for no stupid reason. He sighed as he closed the front hood and got out his handkerchief to wipe his hands off.
Lance was met with surprise when he saw a little girl no older than three looking up at him with big, green eyes when he turned around.
"What's your name?" she asked, smiling, revealing a full set of tiny baby teeth that were sparkling white.
He ignored her question. "What are you doing here?" he asked, frowning.
"I don't know," she said, "one moment I was at home with my mommy, the next, I was here." She frowned, trying to figure out how she got to Bayville, then gave up and smiled again and look back up at him.
"What's your name?" she asked, stretching her right arm out for him to shake it.
"Uh…Lance." He said. "Do you know where you live, Kid?"
The little girl shook her head, her golden, curly hair bouncing against her perfect looking face as she did so.
Lance groaned and told the girl to follow him and started to walk inside, not bothering to look back to see if she was following.
"Pietro!" he yelled. Instead of just Pietro coming, Todd, Fred and Wanda all came, Pietro in the lead of course. The little snoops. Didn't know how to mind their own business.
"What?" Pietro asked impatiently.
"We have a little problem here," Lance said, gesturing towards the little girl who had followed him inside.
"Hi, what's your name?" she asked, stretching out her right arm so Pietro could shake it.
Pietro stared at the little girl, and then looked back up at Lance.
"Seriously?" he said, ignoring the little girl for now.
"Hey, I have no idea how she got here." Lance said, raising his arms in defense. "She just appeared out of nowhere. I turned around, then 'POOF!' she's there."
Pietro crouched down to the little girl's height as best as he could and looked into her big, green doe eyes.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
She shrugged. Pietro sighed.
"How can you not know your address?" he asked, frowning.
"I'm only this many years old," she said, holding up two fingers to Pietro and the others.
"You talk pretty well for a two year old," Pietro commented, looking at the girl with disbelief.
"My mommy never talked to me in baby talk. She's a lawyer. Once I was born, she talked to me with grown-up words and I learned to talk as well as a five year old. Isn't that cool?"
"Whatever, that's not important." Said Pietro.
"I also have thirteen older brothers and fifteen older sisters and a twin brother who looks just like me only he's a boy and his hair isn't as long as mine and-" she interrupted Pietro and he interrupted her back.
"Do you live in New York City or Bayville or another town?" asked Pietro.
She shrugged again. "My mommy said it was dangerous for me to know where I live."
Pietro sighed melodramatically.
"How am I supposed to get you home if you don't know where you live?" he stood up to his full height.
She frowned and apologized. He ignored her and started pacing back and forth, trying to come up with a plan.
"Maybe we can drop her off at the police station," Todd suggested.
"But, what if the cops say that we kidnapped her and throw us in jail?" Pietro snapped back.
"Are you mad at me?" the girl asked.
Everyone frowned but didn't say anything.
"Do you guys HATE me now?" she asked, her big doe eyes filling up with tears.
When no one answered, she started wailing.
What no one was expecting was for the walls to start shaking, the lights start flickered on and off, everything start to get destroyed, and the outside it started to rain. She started to grow taller and bigger and taller and bigger until she was almost all tall as the ceiling, then she stopped growing but continued to cry.
"Why don't you guys like me?" she asked. She sounded like the giants from the movies whose voices echo for miles.
"We-we like you, we're just a bit upset is all." Pietro admitted.
She sniffled. "Is it my fault?"
"N-no," Todd lied.
Her lower lip quivered. "I can tell you're lying."
"Listen, everything is okay, we were just upset that you didn't know your address is all." Said Lance.
She sniffled once more and all the shaking, destruction, flickering and raining all stopped immediately as she shrunk down to her normal size.
"Does this mean I get to live with you?" she asked.
Everyone thought in their heads no, but they didn't want all that drama again so they just nodded their heads yes.
"What's your name, yo?" asked Todd.
"I don't have a name," she said.
"Don't be stupid, everyone has a name." said Pietro. "You said you have a mother."
"I was born in a ladies' room in an abandoned shack in the Sahara Desert." She said.
"Okay, sure you was." Said Pietro. He turned to Wanda. "Since you're a girl, you can watch the little-" he stared at the girl who was watching with her big, green eyes, "-the little angel." He said the word angel like it hurt.
She did look like an angel though.
She wore a dress sort of like Eleanor's from the show Alvin and the Chipmunks and green shoes to match. Like mentioned earlier, she had naturally curly blond hair that looked like spring and bounced whenever she moved and big, green, sparkly eyes. Her skin was pink and her smile was beautiful. Everyone could practically see the halo above her head even though they knew that deep down, she was a little devil.
They hated kids like that. No, scratch that. They hated kids, period. Starting now.
Wanda made an oomph sound as the little brat ran towards her and jumped into her arms.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Wanda," said Wanda.
"We'll just call you Kid for now," said Pietro, "till we think of a better name for you."
With that, he ran off to go do whatever it was that Pietro did. Todd and Fred became uninterested after a while and went to go do whatever it was that they did. Lance stared at the girl, then started to go outside to see if his jeep would start, praying to God that no more little brats would pop up while he was out there. He was surprised when he felt the little girl hugging his legs.
"I'm glad I get to live with my favoritest big brother," she said, smiling.