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Wanda's leg bounced up and down impatiently, she didn't even care that she might be irritating the hell out of the people sat on either side of her. The woman in the aisle seat frowned down at her leg, well, it was less of a frown and more of a vain attempt at moving her botoxed facial features.

Bet you wish you'd spent that money on a first class seat rather that making your face plastic. Wanda thought to herself, a snide smirk crossing her face as she locked eyes with Mrs Botox. Her leg still didn't stop bouncing.

After her mother had phoned her she'd nearly blown up the phone out of the overprotective fraternal bond she and her twin shared. She couldn't believe that her mother had waited until after Peter was found to call her up and let her know he'd gone missing and gotten himself tortured by a few maniacs. She knew Magda had her reasons, but that didn't stop her being pissed. If her mother had called her sooner she may have been able to help, perhaps she'd have even been able to find that silver-haired idiot before anything had happened to him. And what had even happened? Magda had been a little vague in her explanations, Wanda couldn't help but assume that the whole ordeal with Peter may have driven her mother back to the bottle.

Magda had started drinking shortly after Lorna's father had left. Not badly, not enough to warrant Alcoholics Anonymous classes, but too much to be considered normal and healthy. Her mind wandered back to the day Peter had broken that maniac out the Pentagon. Lorna had stomped into Wanda's room, the pouty little princess that she was, in her dress and crown, had flopped onto Wanda's red beanbag – on which Wanda was already sitting – and folded her arms. She declared loudly that their mother had sent her to bug Wanda so that Lorna wouldn't bug her mother. It seemed like such a trivial thing to someone of her age, but to a little kid, being told to go away was like being told you weren't loved. So it was then, in her and Peter's final year of high school that she decided to get Magda off the drink. And though it had taken time, it had worked. But now she couldn't help but wonder if the messy situation with Peter had driven her back. She dearly, for once in her life, hoped to be wrong.

She wasn't.

Magda was sat by Peter's bed with a glass of Charles' Scotch in hand as she watched her son sleep. It had been a tough week; she'd earned the right to a drink. She hadn't heard from her other daughter since Wanda had hung up the phone in a fit of rage, she could only hope that she was on her way, after all, Peter needed her, and she needed to find out about who her father was. It had taken her a lot of thinking to come to that decision, but in the end, it would be cruel to let Peter know and Wanda not. Also, she doubted Peter would be able to keep it a secret for very long.

Her long fingers stroked Peter's silver hair as he slept, she had no idea how long it would take for him to awake, but she knew that she had to be by his side when he did so. She was roused from the thoughts by the sound of small feet making their way towards her.

"Muma?" Lorna called out as she made her way over to the bed.

"Hello darling." Magda said with a smile, "I was wondering where you'd got to."

"Is he okay?" Lorna asked, straight to the point.

"He is now sweetheart, he is now." she said, trying her best to keep up the facade, but under the influence of the alcohol is was growing increasingly harder. Truthfully, she knew Peter was still in danger, the tracer they'd pulled out of him would inevitably lead them right back to him. But she couldn't move him, not while he still needed to heal. So she'd have to face whatever came her way, and she knew in her heart that, like Erik, she would do whatever it took to protect her family, to protect her son.

Wanda's plane touched down as the sun began to set on that day, making way for night. She hoisted her travel bag up onto her shoulder and made her way through all the necessary controls towards the exit as quickly as she could. She had barely stepped through the doors and into the cool night air when she heard her name being called out. Turning to the left, she saw him, a man in a wheelchair.

"How do you know my name?" she asked him suspiciously.

"I can read your mind." the Englishman told her, "I know your brother, Peter." he added.

"Xavier." she said, remembering the name of the man her mother had told her about.

"Exactly, now, hop into a cab. I've a fair bit to talk to you about once you reach the mansion, as does your mother I suspect. But now I must go. In truth I was searching for someone else, it was just a happy coincidence I stumbled upon your mind."

"Right, okay." Wanda said, giving him a funny look as she climbed into the taxi, "Wait, what's the address again?" she asked him.

"Your driver knows it." Charles said, "I just told him."

"With your mind?"

"With my mind." he confirmed, "I'll be seeing you soon Miss Maximoff, have a nice journey." he said, and with that, he was gone. As though he'd never been there in the first place. Wanda frowned, that had just added to the huge list of questions she already had, though it relieved her to know that at least some of the answers she was looking for were at the mansion. She settled back into her seat as the taxi pulled away from the airport and began the drive towards the Xavier Mansion.

Charles was sat in Cerebro, with Hank stood behind him as he flitted from mind to mind, searching for William Stryker. Unfortunately, he'd had no such luck. He'd searched every state in America and come up with nothing, he'd even ventured into Canada, though he doubted Stryker would hole up there, after all, he was after Peter.

"Anything?" Hank asked as the Professor removed the helmet and set it down onto the console.

"No Stryker." Charles said with a sigh, shaking his head as he began to wheel himself towards the door, "I did find Peter's twin Wanda however." he told him.

"His twin?" Hanks asked, "I hope she's less of a handful than Peter." he muttered, "Is she on her way here?"

Charles nodded, "We have twenty minutes until she arrives." he said.

"Okay." Hank said with a nod, "I'm gonna go see to the others, I think I'm just going to order everyone a takeaway, I don't think we have enough food in the cupboards to cook for twenty people."

Charles nodded, "No, I don't suppose we do, up until now it was just the two of us here. But no matter, the more the merrier. We may even be able to start the school back up." he said, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Yeah." Hank said with a grin, he was desperate to start the school back up, the Professor hadn't been the same without it, "Oh, and one more thing." he said as they reached the lift, "Could you maybe read everyone's mind's to get their orders?" he asked, "Only, there's a lot of people and..."

"No problem, Hank." Charles said with a light chuckle, he knew well how chaotic it could be, last night, after Hank had operated on Peter, had been a testament to that. Trying to get over a dozen mutants to negotiate over a Pizza menu was not easy going. "Do you have a pen?"

Wanda rapped loudly on the door, "Hello?" she called.

The door opened soon after, a blonde girl pulling it open, "Hi?" she said, looking Wanda up and down, "You are?"

"Wanda Maximoff." Charles interrupted, "I'll take it from here, thank you Miss Silverfox. I'm sure the next visitor will be the delivery man."

"Kay." Emma said with a shrug and sauntered away, turning back into her glass form as she disappeared down a corridor.

"She can turn into glass?" Wanda said, raising an eyebrow.

"Just like how you can perform acts of, what some would call, magic."

"Huh. Cool." she said with a shrug, ordinarily she would be interested but she had more pressing concerns, "Now where's Peter?"

"Follow me, feel free to leave your bag at the foot of the stairs."

"I'm fine." she shook her head, securing her bag on her shoulder as she followed Charles down through the corridors.

"Pietro, you idiot!" Wanda yelled as she flung the door open and saw the sleeping form of her twin on the bed.

"Wanda!" Lorna exclaimed happily, jumping down from the foot of Peter's bed and running over to hug her older sister.

"Hey kiddo." Wanda said, brought out of her outburst by the small hands of the eight-year-old as they wrapped themselves around her waist, "I missed you. Now budge monkey, I gotta talk to Pete."

"Fine." Lorna pouted, resuming her position at the foot of Peter's bed.

Charles wheeled himself away down the corridor, he was of the opinion that the family needed their space, his time would be better spent with the other mutants, an explanation of what had happened to them was long overdue.

"Wanda." Magda said, face breaking out into a smile as she set the empty Scotch glass down on the bedside table, "Oh I'm so happy to see you!"

"Why didn't you tell me when he went missing?!" she exclaimed, frowning intently at the glass.

"Oh Wanda I'm sorry, I was too worried, I didn't want you to worry too." Magda replied.

Wanda opened her mouth to reply when she was nearly head butted by her brother as he sat up with a start.

"Wanda!"

"Peter!"

The twins grinned, embracing each other in bone-crushing hugs.

"Petey!" Lorna screamed with excitement, jumping up and squeezing into the middle of the hug, "You're alive!"

"Glad to hear you had so little faith in me Kiddo," Peter joked, pulling away from the hug, "Hey mum." he said with a smile as Magda leaned over the bed and pulled him into another hug. He really hoped his family hadn't torn any of his stitches.

"What're you doing here?" Peter asked, turning his attention back to Wanda, "I mean, I'm happy to see you but –"

"Shut up, I came because I heard my stupid brother got himself hurt." she teased, "You think I'd be able to concentrate in class if I knew you were hurt?" she pointed out.

"How did you know?"

"Mum called me."

"You didn't...?"

"No." Wanda shook her head, "I guess it doesn't work long distance, or something was blocking it."

"Second."

"Someone was blocking it?"

"Prof's telepathy didn't work in there, some signal blocker blocking the building and some mutant blocking it too."

"Some mutant? Did you get them?"

"Not sure."

"Not sure?"

"Dude, was a little woozy by that point."

"Ah yeah, sorry."

"S fine."

"What happened?"

"Can I have some food first?"

"Mum?"

"Lorna," Magda said, "Let's get them some food, yeah?" she asked, standing up.

"Mmm. Okay. But only if I get some too." Lorna said, running towards the door.

The pair watched them go, but Wanda quickly focused her attention back on her brother, "So, what happened?"

"Do I have to?" Peter huffed.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"If I tell you will you shut up?"

"Yeah."

"Fine."

"Go on then."

Peter sighed, piling up his pillows and leaning back on them, making himself comfortable before beginning. He began to tell her about the gas and the trunk and the car ride and the drugging and the chains and the treadmill and the burgers and the mirrored wall and the collar and the table and the doctors and the scalpels. Wanda was staring at him, mouth agape the entire time. As he spoke of the doctors her hands drifted to the visible scars. The ones on his chest and on his arm.

"God... Pietro..."

"You said you'd shut up."

"You can't tell me this and expect me to say nothing." Wanda pointed out.

"I know..." Peter muttered, shaking his head, "I'm scared Wanda. Erik and the Prof got me out once. But... he's gonna come back. I don't want him to find out about you too."

"I've got you Pete, and you've got me. No sick bastard is gonna get us." she said determinedly, "And if he does, we'll be ready brother. You're healing already." she said, lightly tracing the scar above his heart as it slowly started to fade. The wound on his leg would take more time to heal, the electricity burns too, but within a few more hours, they too would be gone.

"Wanda, there's something else I gotta tell you. It's about this Erik guy."

"Yeah...?"

"He's Magneto."

"What?!"

"Yup."

"No..."

"Yeah..."

"The terrorist guy you broke out of jail?"

"Yep."

"I still think you're an idiot for doing that."

"Shut up, that's not the point."

"Well what is the point? He owed you one anyway."

"He's our dad."

"What?"

"He is our dad, father, daddy, pops, the guy mum did to make us."

"I didn't need the graphics."

"Your face is funny when you're uncomfortable though."

"Shut up. Tell me you're joking." she huffed, though she knew her brother well enough to know that he wasn't joking "Please tell me this is some weird ass wind up."

"I could lie and tell you it's some weird ass wind up." Peter offered.

"Shut up weirdo."

"You're the weird one."

"How are you so cool with knowing that that psychopath is our dad?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because he saved my skin? Maybe because when the psycho doctors nicked my blood they did a DNA test? Maybe because that guy suddenly became more protective over me than mum ever was when he found out?"

"Where is he then? I wanna meet him. I'll know if he's for real when I meet him."

"How should I know? I'm not a telepath. And I'm hungry."

"And annoying." Wanda said with a smile, regardless how much the pair bickered, she loved him to bits.

Erik strolled down an empty street, tracker in his pocket as he waited for Stryker, he made sure to pause every so often outside an abandoned house, hoping to give the impression that that was where he and Peter were hiding. But in reality it was just him, and he was far from hiding.