Just walk out? He expected him to just peacefully leave his property and say 'sorry for bothering you'? Only in a perfect world. And this world, was so very flawed.
"Come with me, join me! Rejoice in the brotherhood of our kind!" Shouted Magneto at the twins, who knew what they had to do. Clint frantically gestured to a concerned Laura to hide herself and the children, and possibly get out of the house if they could.
A streak of blue and white ran into the back of the lawn. Pietro threw Clint his arrows.
Wanda and Pietro brought themselves up. Their father was never there for them, he lost his chance to come into their lives.
As Clint aimed his arrow, in a matter of seconds a powerful force had turned the direction of the arrow, aiming it towards the archer. For the first time in his entire life, Pietro Maximoff wasn't quick enough.
Rage filled the young woman's body, her face flushed in anger as redness emerged from her hands. If one arrow wasn't enough, Magneto forcefully made five more arrows target the stumbling man-but this time Pietro grabbed every single one. Grabbing Clint's body off from the ground, the quickster set him on the porch away from further danger.
Zooms of white and blue bounced through out the lawn, as sparks of red filled the air and weapons flew. Her face covered in dirt and tons of small;bloody slits from pieces of metal, Wanda used all her force to attempt to mess with Eric's mind. It was difficult to try and focus, as the chaos of the battle seemed never ending. Pietro desperately needed to stop and catch his breath, but even for him, there was no time.
And it finally occurred to Wanda, that Magneto wasn't exactly trying to hurt them. And he wouldn't, simply for the fact that they were mutants. So he would continue this nonsense, until one of them finally gave up. But the Maximoff twins never give up.
"Stop." Wanda shouted, holding out her hand. Pietro stood beside her, his chest heaving for a second before he had fully caught his breath.
"Join me." Said Eric, looking unphased despite the chaos that had just occurred. Running to Clint, Pietro grabbed a dirty rag and placed it over the bloody wound. "I will be back." He said before returning to his sister, an expression of confusion planted upon his features.
"Where is Eric?" He questioned, searching her face for answers. "He is gone," She paused. "For now."