Madness Chapter ten?

I wish to give super awesome sauce to Allrems and Angelwithdirtythoughts, who were the ONLY ones who admitted the truth!

This is it, THE MOMENT OF TRUTH! (and maybe she wont slap him this time!) oh, and also the last chapter... PLEASE DON'T HIT MEEE! (runs for cover behind a Pyro cardboard standee) I promise I'll make it good...

A really long, detailed, and horribly cruel chapter for my wonderful 38 reviews! Warning Mutiple Character DEATH! (kiddies shouldn't read!)

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Golden eyes narrowed dangerously as a large figure scanned the destroyed motel room. The floor reeked of burnt carpet, scorch marks criss-crossing in random patterns under the strange man's feet, and dried droplets of blood covered a small area of one of the room's four corners.

Victor Creed sniffed the air deeply before a look of hunger crossed his face. He could smell the metal man's daughter and the sonofabitch who had, in Gambit terms, 'singed his whiskers'. A low growl erupted from the hairy man's throat as he quickly caught the direction of the two runaway mutants and Magneto's instructions rang clear in his mind.

'Capture the traitor and the daughter, don't harm unless necessary, and don't draw attention to yourself.'

Breathing deeply to fully absorb the sent of the two teens, Sabretooth caught something else, a second and third person, recently gone. The hairy mutant could clearly detect the scent of Pietro, the twin brother, but the second scent confused him. It was definitely a woman, without a doubt. But she smelled similar to Wolverine, like a sibling, or a lover. Maybe the skank mated with the stubby pain-in-the-ass?

Victor shook his head to rid himself of such thoughts, they disgusted him to no end, and continued on his search. Exiting the small, rundown building, Sabretooth sighed contently as the night air rushed past his body, and old feelings returned to him, the strongest of all was the thrill of the hunt. Sabretooth grinned as he ran down the highway.

Wanda grimaced as another shot of tequila slid down her throat and left a burning sensation in it's wake. It had been at least three hours since she entered the small town bar in search of the orange haired pyromaniac with intent of throwing him in her stolen car and driving off to who knows where, but her original quest was long forgotten in her drunken state. The two teens were laughing like idiots in the nearly empty bar, and for the first time in a long time, Wanda felt right, and happy, and she didn't think it was because of the booze.

"You know John, I think I'm glad Father kidnapped me, I mean, if he didn't, I don't think we wouldn't be here now." Wanda smiled, fully surprised at the clarity of her speech. John, however, wasn't having the same luck.

"Mmetwo, Wenda. NoIthin-think itzz toim fer an-anofer drink. Fer cheers, matey." John slurred and raised his glass accidentally knocking over three empty beer bottles from the table. They landed on the floor with a 'chink' and a crash as two broke. The two mutants burst into fits of laughter, and John's toast was left forgotten.

Wanda stared across the small wooden table at the boy in front of her.

'No, not boy. John's a man.'A blush appeared on the scarlet clad girl's face as she thought of fire obsessed bo-man who, just twenty four hours ago, had slept next to her in nothing but boxers. Wanda, in her inebriated state, could still clearly remember the muscle tone hidden under the black wife beater, and the dark witch's blush grew. The Scarlet Witch looked up and saw ice blue eyes, far closer then before. John's face was too close, and Wanda knew that if she moved her head slightly to the right... It didn't matter, John moved and his lips came crashing down on hers.

Her heartbeat was too fast, and her movements were jerky and rough, but it didn't seem that John minded as she kissed him back, but it didn't last long as the bar door crashed off its hinges, revealing a dark, large, hairy man in the doorway.

"Ohs- hic- shoit."

Her head hurt, that was the first thing she knew instantly. The second was that she was bound and gagged in a small, white room, and the third was that she was bleeding from her head, and that someone was beside her and in the same situation. Beyond that she had no clue about anything around her and fear and panic clouded her mind.

"I'm back-back in the asylu- no wait, Father has me, John. He-he-he tricked me, he was working for Father the whole time. I'm going to die."

"Fuck." Wanda sneered and tried to control her breathing, panicking wouldn't help her now. She struggled against the rough fabric that kept her hands from moving.

"I can't use my powers!" Wanda screamed to herself, but it was true. Her mutation was based on movement of her fingers, hence her name, Scarlet Witch. The asylum knew that, and took the necessary precautions. Her father had been the one to inform them. Wanda no longer wondered who held her captive.

A groan behind her made Wanda's heart stop. Craning her neck as far as she could, Wanda saw John in a similar position. His right cheek bone was bruised badly, and his nose was bleeding, red liquid running down to the duct tape covering his mouth.

The rational and logical side of Wanda's brain was overthrown by panic and a raging hangover, as she tried desperately to rid herself from the mental torture device the clung to her torso. A fear of immobility had formed in Wanda because of the straight jacket.

John, oh god. If Father caught us-" Wanda didn't want to finish that thought. If her father had caught them, then they were in for a lot of pain.

Gruff laughter made Wanda's heart stop, someone was watching her. Whipping her head around, Wanda could see a familiar figure, a large, hairy man. Sabretooth, one of her father's henchmen.

"Good to see you awake. That's gonna make this much more fun." The large man growled and stepped slowly towards the young girl. Wanda trembled and tried to kick herself away from her tormentor, her boots slipping on the white tiled floor beneath her. Sabretooth ignored her struggling and grabbed her neck, his claws piercing skin. Wanda had trouble breathing as she felt droplets of blood run down her neck.

The large hairy man smirked and slammed the scarlet witch against the nearest wall, her head making a loud crack against the hard surface. Wanda felt her vision blur and something wet spread at the back of her skull. She could hear her tormentor purr as he lifted her off the ground by her neck and Wanda's air supply was completely cut off. Magneto's henchman pounded his fist into the dark girl's somach and she tried to double over, resulting in her pushing her neck against his hand and claws, blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth and her vision blurred again as Sabretooth's face neared hers. Red spots danced before her eyes and she thought that she could hear screaming, then she was falling.

John watched in horror as Wanda was thrown against the concrete wall and struggled harder against his bonds. His hangover was gone (one of the few perks of being a constant drinker) but that didn't help his thinking as he watched the man he once called Fluffy punch his fist into the Scarlet Witch's gut. She coughed up blood and John bellowed. He somehow managed to get himself to his feet and he ran to the large, hairy man, slamming his shoulder into Sabretooth's side.

Victor Creed was knocked back a few steps and John found his opening. Bringing his leg up, Pyro's foot connected painfully to the fluffy mutants groin and both men fell back. John grimaced in agony as he felt a small, rectangular object jab him in the thigh.

"Moy Loighter!" The Australian grunted in frustration as he tried to wiggle his finger into his pocket. "Fluffy fergot 'bout moy loighter." John almost smiled to himself, and quickly looked over to the currently fallen threat. Sabretooth was curled up on his side, clutching his 'jewels' and blinking back tears of pain. John knew that he would have to hurry, once Fluffy felt better, he would want revenge. His finger wrapped around the small plastic fire maker, and John ripped his hand from his pocket, making the lighter go flying.

John prayed for the tiniest bit of luck, but received none. Not even a spark from the lighter. John struggled to recapture his only weapon, but was stopped by a sharp pain in his back. Sabretooth had recovered, and was digging the heel of his boot in the small of Pyro's back.

"Not so fast." Victor growled and pulled John up by a fist full of hair. With a feral snarl, Sabretooth smashed Pyro's head into the white wall before pulling him back and punching him in the nose. John heard bones break and felt the warm flow of his blood run down his face. Sabretooth roared and slammed his fist into John's jaw, sending him flying to the floor. John heard more bones crack as he landed on his side. Reaching his hand out to try to stand, to get away from the wild mutant, John felt something familiar slide under his fingers. His eyes widened at his luck and John snatched the small red lighter desperately. By the weight, John could tell that his only hope was empty.

"C'mon, luv. Just a spark." The pyromaniac whispered to himself, and his prayers were answered.

John bellowed a war cry as he took control of the small bunch of sparks and created an inferno. He burned away the ropes and tape that bound him, and ignored the burns that the fire had scorched on his body. His movements free, Pyro snarled at Sabretooth as the hairy man tried to rush him. With a simple flick of his wrist, Victor Creed found himself wrapped in fire. It burned his skin and melted his clothing to his body. His hair singed and the smell of burning meat, hair and cloth filled the room along with the smoke. The animal like mutant screamed in agony as he was burned alive. John breathed in the sent of burning meat and his stomach growled loudly. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten, and his body's reaction to Sabretooth's smoking figure sickened him.

Pyro knew that Sabretooth wouldn't die, he had the mutation of healing, like Wolverine. John felt the fire bow to his every whim and he smirked at the control. His mutation made him feel like a god.

Once making sure that Victor wouldn't be waking for a while, John turned his attention to Wanda. She was in a straight jacket, and John felt his heart plummet into his stomach when he saw the raw fear in her eyes. She was terrified, and John could suspect why.

Calloused hands worked on buckles and cloth as John tried to sooth the trembling girl. The Scarlet Witch was long forgotten, all that he saw was Wanda, the scared girl who was alone in the world. John finally managed to free Wanda's arms and she clung herself to him before he could finish removing the straight jacket.

"Don't let them hurt me anymore. I just want to go home." Her voice was barely a whisper and John felt his heart break. No one should have to suffer that kind of trauma. Pyro held the Scarlet Witch closer to his chest and stroked her hair. She was trembling.

"Yer okay, luv. Oy'm here, it's over." John murmured into her hair. Wanda listened to his heartbeat, and her breathing came out in shaky breathes. She felt safer with the crazy fire bug. Exhaling deeply, Wanda let herself another moment with John before moving again.

"Not yet." Wanda spoke harshly and stood up. Her legs wobbled and twice she almost fell, but she was determined. Step by step, she made her way to Sabretooth, a dead, cold look in her eyes. She stood next to the burned man's body (already healing) and held up her hand. Her fingers twitched. Sabretooth shot up into the air, and was suspended by Wanda's power.

"Daddy can't save you now." She muttered and closed her fist. Victor snapped out of his unconsciousness and screamed, Wanda bellowed with him as she made him pay for her torture and fear. Scared appeared all over Sabretooth's body as he screamed and writhed in the air and blood flew as bones broke and deep gashes ran all over. The once white room quickly turned blood red. Sabretooth convulsed violently before stopping still, his left foot and several fingers twitching ever so often. Wanda let out a strangled sob as she let the now still man to the floor, tears rolling down her face.

"Wot did ya do, luv?" John asked, not a bit of pity in his voice as he stared at Sabretooth's lifeless body.

"I got rid of his mutation and I made him live through every injury he ever had. I couldn't think of anything better, but he deserved worse." Wanda's voice was hoarse and cracked from screaming. John stood beside her and placed his hand on her waist. He felt the shiver that ran up her spin and she gave a small smile to the red haired man beside her. Wanda felt the dizziness return to her before her knees buckled.

John caught her before she collided with the red floor and carried her off to a corner of the small white room not covered with blood. He was too tired to try to escape at the moment. Sitting down with Wanda laying in his lap, John kissed her temple and followed the girl of his dreams into the darkness. He prayed that Magneto wouldn't find them yet.

Remy jerked awake to something vibrating in his pocket. Glancing around at his surroundings, Gambit realized that he was still in the Xavier mansion, the library to be precise. Looking down to the weight on his chest and stomach, Remy found it to be Rogue. Apparently, the two of them had fallen asleep on the couch with Rogue resting on his chest. Remy smirked his lady winning smile, and tried to reach the phone in his pocket without waking the untouchable girl.

"Gambit. What?" Remy answered the phone and Rogue shifted on his chest.

"Get to hide out now or don't bother coming back ever. Forget about her now, Gambit." Remy shivered at the cold voice of his boss. If the metal man wanted him back, then that meant that he had found Pyro and his new girlfriend. Crap. Remy considered his second option. Never come back.

"It's an option. Never go back, stay with Rogue in the mansion." Remy shook his head, earning him a moan form the girl on his stomach. Deciding that it wasn't the time for perverted smiles, Remy saved it for later.

"Mag's told me to ferget 'bout her. But Remy can't. An' Remy need's to save 'is buddy." An idea rushed through his head, and Remy prayed that it would work. Untangling himself from his dream girl (an easy task if you're Remy) Gambit kneeled by the small couch and the girl sleeping on it.

"Remember Magneto's hide out. Remember the way." Gambit told himself, and he went through the well memorized route in his head. He mentally saw every small detail several times before taking his plan into action. Leaning his face in towards the gothic girl, Remy repositioned her head, and he kissed her. Remy felt the familiar pain of Rogue's mutation as it absorbed his life, memories and knowledge included. Pulling back quickly, Gambit sat on the library floor, trying to get over his dizziness and nausea. It hurt, and it probably always will, but it would always be worth it.

"Je pense que je suis en amour avec toi"

Pietro and Laura made their way to Xavier's mansion. Neither of them spoke for the longest time, both not sure of what to say. Finally, Pietro spoke up.

"You-think-that-Pyro's-a-nasty-sonofabitch-too-right-cause-I-really-don't-think-that-he-should-have-any-thing-to-do-with-Wanda-I'm-not-being-too-protective-of-her-am-I-It's-just-that-she-was-never-in-my-life-and-I-need-to-make-up-for-leaving-her-behind-It-wasn't-my-idea-you-know." Pietro stopped walking and Laura followed suite.

"I know, Pie. You've told me the story. But, what if you're right, and he doesn't care about your sister. She's really powerful, isn't she? What if he was just working for your Father." Laura was confused. She thought that mother's were were the ones to abandon and hurt their children (like hers had done), and that father's would try to protect the child. But according to Pietro, his father had left his only daughter to the care of cruel, heartless people.

"Father wants Pyro dead. I think... I think that I was wrong." Laura didn't pay attention to the silver haired boy's realization. Sniffing the air cautiously, Laura picked up the sent of something coming their way, something harmful. Wolverine's clone turned quickly and unsheathed her claws. Her ears picked up strange sounds and Laura's stance deepened. She was ready to attack.

"Don't start with me, insolent child." A voice, cold and uncaring, cut through the night air, and Laura found herself being pressed to the ground. She couldn't move. Her breath came out in short huffs as panic tried to control her. Following the extensive training brought on by her 'father', Laura quickly calmed herself. She knew that panic wouldn't help her.

'Magneto...' Laura snarled in her mind, not being able to open her mouth. Logan had explained what power the metal controlling mutant had over the both of them.

"Let her go!" Pietro's panic filled voice settled her mind and she drew her attention from the still hidden man. The speeding mutant had stood in front of her vision, his fists raised. Cold laughter surrounded the two teens at Pietro's actions and Magneto showed himself.

"Don't kid yourself, Pietro. I am your father, and you will not defy me." Pietro clenched his jaw shut as he listened to the truth of his father's words. The speedy mutant had never gone against his father's word... but Wanda was his sister, and she was, amazingly, by far more important then the metal using mutant.

Pietro shut his eyes, willing himself courage. His sister meant more to him then his father, and his sister was in danger because of his father's unwavering hate.

"No." It was barely a whisper, but Laura heard it, and she smirked despite the danger the small little word would bring. Pietro looked back to the dark skinned teen and his eyes harden. A second later, he was gone.

Pietro sped up to his father and raised his fist. His knuckles collided with the older man's metal covered stomach, and Pietro felt his bones break, but he paid them no attention, he would heal quickly. Quickly pivoting on his heel, Quicksilver swung his other foot up, smashing that heel into his father's jaw. His breath hitched up in his throat, that was the move Wanda had taught him. Pushing back his feelings, Pietro continued to attack his father. Punches, kicks and elbows smashed into Magneto until he was coughing up blood. Pietro stopped in front of his father.

"All-my-life-I've-been-trying-to-gain-your-attention-your-approval-but-you-always-had-Wanda-in-mind-Every-thing-you-ever-did-you-said-was-for-her-but-it-was-always-just-for-you-you've-hurt-her-in-more-ways-then-anyone-will-ever-know-and-I-can't-let-you-do-more-I-HATE-YOU-I-hate-everything-you-are-and-" Quicksilver was cut off by Magneto back handing him. Pietro fell back to the ground and his father loomed over him. With an evil smirk, he placed his foot over his son's throat and stepped down. Pietro couldn't breath. The silver haired teenager clawed at his father's foot, desperate for air, when it happened. Two metal claws sliced into Erik Lehnsherr's back and through his stomach. Blood splattered and poured down to the cement ground and over Pietro. Magneto looked back to the dark skinned girl behind him, her eyes were cold, and he could see his death in them.

Laura ripped her claws from the old man's body and he fell backwards, his foot removed from Pietro's throat. The speedy mutant stood up and looked down to his dying father. He felt nothing for the older man and stared down in distaste at the blood covering his shirt and jeans.

"It's only what you deserve." He sneered and walked off, leaving the man to die alone on the hard street. Laura followed him, neither of them feeling remorse of what they did.

"C'mon, I'll walk you home."

Rogue woke up dizzy and with a pounding headache. She remembered having the strangest dream. She was running to somewhere, some large building, but every time she made it to what she assumed to be the front door, she would start from the beginning and have to run through the same route all over again.

Rogue sat up on the library couch despite the pounding head ache. She remembered Remy on the couch with her (under her) but he wasn't around.

"Remy où vous êtes?"

Rogue brought her finger up to her mouth, not believing what she had just said. Remy left her with memories to Magneto's hideout. It had to have been it, she only knew French from when Remy touched her.

"He's going back to Magneto." Rogue whispered to herself, making everything sound so much more real. The southern belle tried to jump up from the couch, but toppled to the ground. Ignoring the pain in her now twisted wrist, Rogue ran from the library and into the hall. She needed to see the professor. Running into the hall, she slipped on the hard wood floor and smashed her shoulder into the wall. Pushing herself off of the hard surface, Rogue frantically made her way to the professor's office, she needed to get there before the memory disappeared.

Arriving at the large wooden door, Rogue let herself in and found herself staring at Professor Xavier and Storm. Rogue opened her mouth, ready to give a long explanation when she was cut off by Xavier.

"No time or need to go into details, Rogue. I knew from the moment you woke up that Gambit had given you something." He was calm, and Rogue looked at him questionably in response. "When you absorb people you change in such a way that I can detect it, it's quite interesting, but now's not the time for that. You know where Magneto is hiding Wanda and John and the memory's fading fast, so come here so that I can save that information." Rogue felt immediate relief at the Professor's understanding and quickly stepped up to his wheelchair.

His hands near Rogue's temple, Xavier explored the young girl's mind. An instant later, he had what he needed.

"We don't have much time. Storm, get the car ready, we won't be needing the jet. Don't worry about directions, I'll handle that, Rogue, you go with Storm. I'm afraid this mission will be by far less dangerous than either of you think. Now go.

"Merci, Professor." Rogue muttered and left the small office behind Storm. Xavier turned from the door, his calm expression gone, a look of extreme sorrow had replaced it.

"I'm so sorry, my old friend."

Rogue sat in the passenger seat of a rusty red SUV, Storm was in the drivers side, fiddling with a GPS system. Their destination was set into the system and Storm sped out of the mansion's driveway.

The drive was quiet, Storm concentrated on driving and direction, and Rogue was preoccupied with her thoughts about a certain thief.

"He's really sweet, and different. He seems to even understand my mutation. But I can't touch him. I can't be close to him. He doesn't deserve that.' Rogue sighed with annoyance and emotional distress. It was a sound that Storm knew well.

"He loves you, you know." Storm said with a knowing tone, making the southern belle glance over to her teacher.

"Ah know..." Rogue trailed off. She knew who Storm was talking about.

"And you love him.?"

"that's the question, now isn't it?" Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah don't know. Ah think that ah do, but Ah don' wanna. ya know?" Rogue turned to Storm, finding herself in great need of either an answer or, heaven forbid, a girl talk session.

"Your mutation, right?" Storm responded sadly, and Rogue nodded slowly. "I think that the professor might be able to help. I mean yes, some mutations are unstoppable, but that's mostly with appearances." The two girls thought over the idea, and soon they arrived at the hide out. It was, of course, a warehouse by a bay.

"Ah swear, bad guys need knew ideas for evil headquarters." Rogue joked as he jumped out of the SUV. The sound of someone clearing their throat made Rogue spin around to face Remy, and the sight of him made her gasp. He was covered in blood.

"Don' worry, chere. It's not Remy's. Just don' go in there." Remy's voice sounded strained and Rogue looked at him with worry and questions.

"Sabretooth's dead, and Wanda and John are out cold." Gambit pointed to somewhere near a red convertable. "Remy swear it looks like a massacre in there, tu don' want to see it." At the mention of Wanda and John, Storm ran off to where Remy motioned, leaving the two teens alone.

"Remy think dat they need a doctor, or sumthin'. They're not in good shape, chere.' Rogue noticed that he looked paler then usual.

"We'll take them to Hank, he'll know what to do." Without thining twice, Rogue placed her gloved palm over Remy's mouth and kissed the back of her hand. "Thank's for the directions, Swamp Rat."

"Anytime." Remy smirked, dazed.

Wanda opened her eyes to a blinding white light. Her head hurt, and she could feel some sort of binding around her chest. The room reeked of disinfectant and bleach and it was too light. So much white and blue. The Scarlet Witch heard footsteps from behind her, and the beeping on the monitor quickened. Somewhere in Wanda's mind she registered that it was her heartbeat that the small computer was monitoring, and that she was in some sort of hospital.

"Calm down, Miss Maximoff. You're safe now." A man's voice called from behind her and Wanda's heartbeat slowed slightly. His voice was calming.

"Where am I?" Her throat was sore and her voice came out scratchy and weak. A man walked into her visual range and he smiled, he wore no shirt, but it didn't matter, he was covered in blue hair. Wanda flinched at the shine of his reading glasses. The man walked on his knuckles and feet like an ape, and Wanda could see a small name tag on his pants. It read "Hank McCoy"

"You are in the X-men base, the medical bay, to be precise. Miss Rogue and Ms Storm found you two at your father's hideout and brought you here. I'm afraid to say that you are not in good shape. Three broken ribs and some internal bleeding and a cracked skull. But don't worry about that. Soon you'll be as good as new." Wanda thought over the blue man's words.

"Us two?" Wanda asked, confused. Her 'doctor' nodded to her other side and Wanda turned her head. John laid on the hospital-like bed beside her. His shirt was off and Wanda found herself blushing again. Pushing thoughts from her mind, Wanda concentrated on the wounds and injuries over his body.

The fire bug had a bandage on his chin and his nose was clearly broken. Looking down to his chest, Wanda stared at the white gauze covering his entire torso. It even covered his arms.

"Broken ribs, internal bleeding, fractured jaw and skull broken nose. But I'm mostly worried about the burns." Hank spoke softly, waking Wand from her trance.

"Burns?" Wanda asked, thinking of the burns that she had seen when they were in the hotel.

"Yes. When he was fighting Sabretooth he burned himself. We suspect to free himself from his bonds." Wanda felt her heart break. Hank left the small med room and Wanda stared at the boy beside her. The lump in her throat hurt and she quickly found herself crying.

"I'm so sorry, John." She whispered. Wanda shut her eyes in concentration as she channeled her powers to her will. Her hands clenched as a blueish hue surrounded John. A moment later, Wanda inhaled deeply and fainted into her pillow. The blue light covering John's body absorbed into him.

Hank McCoy entered the med bay to check on his two newest patients. What he saw, or rather, heard, put him on edge. The young girl's heart monitor was was beeping too quickly for his liking. She seemed to be asleep, but her heart was beating like she had just ran a marathon. Hank was quick to check her vitals, and found that she was still breathing regularly, but she had a thin layer of sweat covering her body.

"Strange." Hank muttered to himself. Removing his glasses to inspect the young man, Hank dropped his glasses in surprise. From what he could tell visually, the Australian was completely healed. His nose was normal, no longer broken. The blue doctor ran his hands lightly over the once injured man's ribs, he found them in one piece. Hank bit his lip as he removed an area of bandage covering what he knew used to be a very severe burn, and found unmarked skin. Beast looked back to the Scarlet Witch and gave a knowing smile.

"Ah, young love." He wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye and turned around. Hank winced as he heard a small chink. "Oh, crap."

Wanda woke for a second time in the X-men's med bay. Someone was holding her hand, and turning to the left, Wanda could see John, asleep in a chair by her bed with her hand clasped in both of his. Wanda scoffed, only partially annoyed and tried to free her hand from Pyro's grasp. The pyromaniac jerked awake, and fell off the wooden chair.

"Wanda, yer 'wake!" John sat up on the floor, a goofy grin on his face.

"How long have I been out?" Wanda sat up, ignoring the sharp pain in her head.

"Three days. Ol' Uncky Hank thought that you wouldn't wake fer at least ten more days." John jumped up and sat on Wanda's bed near her thighs.

"Ol' Uncky Hank?" Wanda responded sarcastically.

"Oy thought it suited him." John shrugged and started to fiddle with the thin blanket covering Wanda. Said witch stared down at her hands. "How did we escape from Father? Are we safe now? Did they capture him?" Wanda let questions run through her mind until she begged herself for answers. Before she could think, Wanda asked what seemed to be the most important question.

"Are we safe now?" John nearly flinched at her question. Leaning closer to Wanda, John covered her left hand with both of his.

"Yeah. Magneto's dead." His voice was soft, but Wanda heard him clearly. Her eyes widened, and she pulled her hand away from John to cover her mouth. In truth, she didn't know how to feel about it. "You okay, luv?" John asked hesitantly and Wanda nodded, smile on her face.

"I think I will be." Wanda said before trying to stiffle a huge yawn. Without a word, John gently pushed the Scarlet Witch down into her pillows so that she could sleep.

"Get some sleep, luv." He turned to leave, but Wanda grabbed hold of his forearm. She looked up at him, biting her lip.

"John, I... I don't really want to be alone right now." She avoided John's eyes, her face flushing whith embarrassment, and to her surprise, laid himself down beside her on the one person bed. Lying on his side, john grabbed Wanda from around her middle and pulled her into him, her back to his chest.

"Go to sleep, Wanda." He wrapped his arm around her protectively and Wanda leaned back into John's chest, a small smile on her face.

THE CHEESY FLUFF IS KILLING MEEE! I hope that you are all happy cause these scenes almost killed me, not the Jonda/remy stuff, just the overall cuteness of it. blah! My hands were literally shaking while I was writing Pietro's scene, IT WAS SO AMAZING!

... Sequal, anyone? A romy this time. Up to you... REVIEW AND TELL ME!