Freddy and Toad went back to the brotherhood house while Pietro and Lance decided to drive around for awhile until they got a text from Pyro saying Mystique needed everyone back, immediately. The two boys sensed there was something wrong, but didn't hesitate a second and got back to their beloved home to see a shiny black car in the driveway. Odd, because Mystique didn't drive…
Before Lance could even reach for his keys, the door opened and Pietro and Lance were dragged into the house, the door slammed shut behind them. They were faced with two women, Mystique and a petite blind brunette woman.
"It's rude to stare," the woman said and the two quickly looked away. Mystique chuckled.
"Now boys, since you've been short a member, I've decided to get you a new one," she smiled and out of the corner of their eyes, the boys could see Toad, Pyro, and Freddy blocking the doorway to the living room with slight fear in their eyes. With a motion of Mystique's hand, they moved, and revealed a teenage girl in a long black trench coat sitting on the couch. Her head was bowed, but when Pietro laid his eyes on her her head snapped up and her eyes were filled with pure fury.
Dark blue eyes, the pairs mirror images of each other, met, one pair filled with fear and confusion though and then widening in shock.
"Wanda?" Pietro whispered but in the dead silence everyone heard him.
"So you remember, good. Everybody, Pietro's sister Wanda will be the new female member of the brotherhood. I expect you to treat her kindly and Wanda, don't harm them beyond repair" with a smirk and a wave, Mystique said goodbye to the group and walked out. The brunette lady though, walked over to Wanda, whispered something in the girl's ear, then also left. Crunching gravel was heard outside, and the black car had driven off, leaving on angry girl, four confused boys, and one shocked speedster.
"Wanda, it's-" Pietro began, but Wanda cut him off with a glare.
"Don't, don't even start. I don't wanna be here as much as you don't want me here, I'll stay out of your way stay out of mine," and with that, she stomped up the stairs, leaving the brotherhood boys stunned.
"Well, she's a feisty one," Pyro commented with his carefree grin, "Missed me?"
"No," Lance said, his tone harsher then he intended. Pyro's eyebrows raised.
"Whoa, what's got your panties in a twist?"
Pietro opened his mouth with a sarcastic answer, but Lance spoke before he could.
"Nothing," he replied, then made his way up the stairs into his room, shutting and locking his door behind him. Pyro gave Pietro a questioning look, but he just shook his head. Freddy and Toad walked into the living room and soon the sounds of their videogames could be heard along with cheering from the two.
"What happened?" Pyro asked, looking straight into the white-blond boy's eyes.
"Not what, who" Pietro replied, running a hand through his hair making it messy and out of place.
"Kitty again?"
"Nope," Pietro looked down, "Rogue"
He didn't need to look up to see the hurt look in his brother's eyes, the fire that usually dances in those eyes drowned out by the pain he felt. Pyro had been extremely close to Rogue, he'd do anything for her, and even after she left he always hoped she'd come back to them, to him.
"Oh," he said, his voice sounding broken, "what went down?"
"We decided to talk to her….and it didn't end well," Pietro's eyes stayed glued to his feet, not daring to look up for fear of guilt.
"Is she ok?" Pyro asked, his voice laced with worry.
"Yeah, she's fine,"
"That's," he cleared his throat, "good, I'm glad. Well, I'm gonna go out, see ya later," and with that, he left the brotherhood home without a single glance back.
"Dammit," Pietro whispered, looking at the front door of the home of his family, the only family he'd ever truly known, "Rogue, come home, we need you, I need you"
**Flashback**
He could handle fights with Lance, he could handle fights with Mystique, Pietro Maximoff could handle a fight with anyone, except his father.
It wasn't that his father beat him, he'd never lay a hand on his only son, but it was that look in his steel gray eyes, so cold and unloving, that unnerved Pietro in a way no one else could. Erik, or Magneto, never showed pride or care for his son, and no matter how hard he tried Pietro could never even get a "good job" from his father. No, it was always disappointment, always disgraced by the "failures" of his heir. Purposely, he'd arrange meetings with the boy to remind him just how unhappy he was with him, to tell him how he'd wish he had a stronger, more powerful heir, one who shared his views on the world and beliefs that mutants were superior. After everyone of these meeting, not a soul would bother the speedster for days, weeks even. It was late in December when Pietro had to go to an exceptionally long meeting with his father, and he came back in the worst mood yet. So bad, he couldn't even stand to be inside the house with the rest of his team, even if there was ice on the ground and snow falling from the sky, he needed to get out. He just didn't expect a follower, especially not the gothic queen Rogue.
He knew it was below freezing outside, but he couldn't feel it, he was numb. Pietro sat on a clear bench in the park, the snow falling in fluffy flakes all around him as he lost himself in thought. His train of thought had him so deep inside his own mind that he didn't notice a girl sit down next to him, until she bumped his shoulder with her own.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, looking straight forward not meeting her eyes. Which was totally fine, considering she was playing with her gloves anyways.
"Watching the snow, you?" she replied, her accent thick but her voice distant, like she too was far away in her mind. He shrugged, leaning back onto the bench and stretching out like a cat and sighing.
"I don't know," he answered honestly, and she raised an eyebrow at him. It was then he realized that she was only wearing jeans, combat boots, and a thin blue tank top with a sheer black long sleeved shirt over it. No jacket, no hat, no scarf.
"Aren't you cold?" for once, concern laced his voice lightly and this time it was her that shrugged.
"Aren't you?" she shot back. He'd changed out of his uniform at the house into a white t-shirt and faded blue jeans with a pair of sneakers, he didn't have a jacket either.
"Psh, I'm way to hot to be even chilled," Pietro scoffed with a small, but cocky grin. Rogue rolled her eyes at him but the corners of her mouth lifted up ever-so slightly.
"Seriously thought," his tone changed into worry, "are you cold?"
The moments that passed felt like hours in Pietro's mind, but he spent that time admiring the girl in front of him as if it was the first time he'd ever seen her. For once, she wasn't wearing makeup so the rosy tint on her cheeks was seen clearly, and the falling snow got trapped on a few of her long eyelashes that framed her platinum orbs perfectly. Pearly white teeth nibbled at her full, naturally pouted lips which shaped in the most sensual yet adorable cupid's bow ever. She had flawless skin and a perfectly shaped and toned body, puberty was extremely kind to the curvy girl, and it amazed Pietro how he'd never noticed such a beauty living just one door over from him.
"I like the snow," Rogue said as she slowly removed her gloves, "feeling it, watching it, cold as it is, it's pretty amazing," she moved one hand through the air as the snow fell in large pieces from the cloudy sky, and Pietro didn't dare say a word. This was her moment and he wouldn't ruin it.
She was the one to end it though, grabbing her gloves and standing up. When she told Pietro she was going back home, he jumped up and followed her. The two walked side by side in silence until they'd reached the front door of their beloved home. As Pietro reached for the door though, a gloved hand grabbed his and he looked up in shock.
"You know what?" she said, and gave him a small smile, "You're alright, I'm glad this happened,"
"Me too," he said, with a shy smile that amused the brunette a little too much, "try this again sometime?"
"Yea, I'd like that," she opened the door and walked in without looking back, but if she did she would've seen Pietro hadn't moved an inch, but was just standing there smiling in amazement. For the first time, he was glad he meet with his father, glad he was in a bad mood and stormed out, because most of all, he was glad that he had someone to be glad about.
