Hey! Skchuu team here! Whassup? Thanks for giving this story a chance! Seriously, we love you people! In this chapter, we show you a little of our darling Maximoff twins. Though they're not quite so darling to each other. You'll also see someone else you might know-but here's where the AU comes in *wink*. Hope you enjoy! Next chap is going to be two characters you aren't very familiar with, and then right back to our main boys. Hope you guys bear with us, and like our story! Thanks for reading/reviewing, again, we love you.

Chapter 2

The mutant encampment was surrounded by woods, a natural barrier that they used to their advantage. The perimeter was checked almost constantly; normally by telepaths doing mind scans. But on occasion, other mutants would do a physical search of the area.

Pietro and Wanda Maximoff had the displeasure of being assigned to the physical search this time. They'd both just gotten to the edge of the woods, and Pietro had sped off, leaving his sister to her part while he did his.

Wanda sighed in frustration, and started forward to begin her search.

She didn't have to do this job very often, and only a few times had she been forced to team up with her brother. But she hated each time.

Her brother's power was speed, he could check out his sections quicker than she could. In fact, he'd been assigned three fourths of the work. But despite that, he always finished long before her, and would then get annoyed at her for not being able to keep up.

He just couldn't grasp the idea of other people's speed. He knew he was faster, but he somehow expected people to be able to match his pace.

It was driving Wanda to her last nerve. In fact, she already felt like she was about to snap.

Her brother just grated on her nerves far too much.

"Alright, Wanda, I'm done with my area-oh, you finished, too? And you beat me back!" Pietro, a slender, fit young man with a weaselly face and silvery hair, slid to a stop in the clearing. He looked around rapidly, eyes taking in the details of the woods around him. The movement of the trees, broken branches, footprints on the ground... none leading to or from Wanda's quadrant.

"You... haven't even started yet? Really, sister?" He narrowed his ice-blue eyes at her, voice taking on a sardonic tone. "What, did you bring a damn novel to read? Even a slowpoke like you should have half that place done by now!"

Wanda grit her teeth, and tried to keep her temper in check.

Bad things happen when she exploded, so she'd had to learn self-control.

But Pietro always seemed to be able to destroy that patience.

She didn't hide her scowl, or how her hands had clenched into fists. But she did manage to not fire a hex-bolt at him.

"…Pietro, you've been gone thirty seconds at the most. You can't expect me to have covered a whole square mile of land that quickly."

"Well excuse me, sister!" Pietro rolled his eyes, taking a few steps towards her, hands on his hips. "I actually use my powers to -help- our father's cause! Why don't you just do a mind-scan or some shit like that! I mean, honestly..."

Pietro's glare intensified, staring at the sister he loved... but couldn't help but feel a certain contempt for. His father hardly looked at him, it didn't matter if he saved his life 5, 10, 20 times... Magneto had only eyes for Wanda's skills.

"I don't even get why he puts you on a higher power level than me! I'm at least 10 times more useful! And I don't even get a second glance! Do you know how fucking frustrating that is? Having a layabout, slowpoke sister who gets more recognition than the guy who actually does the work!"

Wanda's eyes narrowed, and her fingertips began to glow with a blue light.

She tried to hold back her anger, but Pietro was asking for it…

"Are you stupid? I can't 'mind scan'. I control probability. You KNOW that! And Father puts me at a higher power level because I'm more powerful than you! You run really fast, I can manipulate reality itself. But if you think your power is so much better, then maybe you should do this recon by yourself!"

"Yeah, well, if you're so much more powerful than me, you think you'd at least be able to do 1/4th of the work!" Pietro was really annoyed now... Wanda belittling his power like that was really pissing him off!

"Besides, my power's got loads more practical use! And hey, I'd rather be stuck recon all day every day with my speed than be 'more powerful' and BATSHIT INSANE!" His eyes flashed with anger. He knew that was a low blow, but Pietro was never one to hesitate when crossing the line.

Wanda flinched, and her eyes darkened.

She wanted so much to wipe that smug look off of her brother's face, to make him eat those words…

She knew she had a temper, and she remembered all the insane things she'd done right after coming to the Brotherhood house. But she didn't know why she'd done it.

She'd almost killed her father a few times… But it made no sense. She loved her father, and he'd always been there for her, ever since she was a little girl, just starting to learn her powers.

So when people brought up that dark time in her life…She just wanted them to stop existing.

But if she wasn't careful, she could make that happen.

She shook her head, trying to force down the rage that was building in her.

"…Fine. Go ahead Mr. 'Practical'. Finish this damn recon by yourself. It's obvious that you don't need me."

She turned and started to walk away, trying to keep the anger and hurt inside her under control.

…Sometimes, she wished Pietro would just disappear.

Then he couldn't talk to her like he did, and she wouldn't feel this awful sting.

Pietro glared at her back as she walked away, hands still on his hips in defiance.

"Fine, whatever! I don't need you! Go back to Father, while I do all the work! What else is fuckin' new!" He began walking backwards into the woods, getting ready to turn, and run, and finish surveying the last quadrant when-

Strong hands grabbed him from behind. He was thrown to the ground. He tried to cry out, but almost instantly, there was a dusty combat-boot on his mouth. Above him stood a dark figure, in its hands the black metal of a shotgun gleaming in the dim forest light.

The barrel of the gun shifted to aim directly at Pietro's forehead, and the figure spoke, his young, yet deep voice dripping with malice.

"Move at all without me telling you to, and I blow your fucking brains out. Understand, mutie?"

The 'mutie' blinked, a lump of cold terror rising in his throat. He nodded his agreement the best he could with that boot pressing down on him.

Pietro Django Maximoff, fastest person on earth, had been captured.

And he was absolutely terrified.