-The next morning in the Brotherhood Room-

"…A prison convoy was attacked late last night…"

"…A government facility was broken into in the early hours of the morning…"

"…Gigantic man wearing red armor…"

"…He looked like a Neanderthal!"

"…Floating in the air…"

"There's never anything on yo!"

Pietro slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the TV. Whoever was in control of the remote didn't allow it to stay on one channel for long. He looked over to the armchair to see Todd crouched on it.

Pietro sat up and kicked his feet up on the coffee table, "What time is it?"

Todd kept flipping through the channels never tearing his gaze away from the magic box, "Quarter past eleven."

Pietro shook his head, thanking Thor his enhanced metabolism left him with the faintest hint of a hangover, "What are you doing up so early?"

Todd finally turned off the TV, "One-eye woke up the x-geeks and the ice-kid to go train."

Pietro got up and began stretching, "You hungry? How about I wake up my sisters and then make us some pancakes."

Todd eyed Pietro cautiously; the only reason he ever offered to cook is when he's done something incredibly stupid, "Sure… wait! Did you say 'sisters'?"

Pietro only nodded and began walking towards the door. Todd hopped out of the chair and followed his comrade.

-Several seconds later outside Wanda and Pietro's room-

Pietro walked towards the door and threw it open. He looked at the two empty beds. Wanda's was left with the comforter hanging off the side and her pillow on the floor. Pietro's on the other hand was left nice and neat. Pietro chuckled, "Guess she takes after her big brother."

Todd just scratched his head in confusion, "What?"

Pietro shook his head, "Nothing."

-A few minutes later in the kitchen-

Pietro and Todd had finally made their way to the kitchen. Upon entering Pietro took in his surroundings and noticed his sisters sitting at the table across from each other indulging in coffee and a light conversation.

He smiled and sped around the kitchen dumping several pancake ingredients on the counter, "So what are you two talking about? Is it me? It's me isn't it?"

Lorna smiled at her slightly crazed brother, "Actually we are."

Pietro smirked, and began throwing ingredients into a bowl, "All good I hope."

Wanda peeked an eyebrow at her little brother, "So what did you screw up this time?"

Pietro heated up the stove, "What are you talking about?"

Wanda rolled her eyes, "When you blew up the iron, you made hamburgers. When you gave away Lance's clothes to goodwill, you made a roast. When you threw that wild party that destroyed most of the neighborhood, you made breakfast. So I repeat, what did you screw up this time?"

Pietro poured the batter onto a skillet, "Well… Legion kind of got away. So I'm going to try and make it up to my little sister, who had to save the Summers idiots, by making her pancakes."

Wanda content with his response merely nodded, while Lorna smiled, "It's okay that he got away. We can catch him again."

At that very moment Xavier wheeled into the room with Logan and General Fury in tow, "Pietro may we have a word with you?"

Pietro eyed the three men, then turned to Todd with a look that could rival his father's, "Todd take Lorna upstairs and don't let her out of your sight."

Fury stepped forward, "We have an assignment for you kid."

-Several hours later aboard a S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopter somewhere over Nevada-

The blades of the helicopter sliced through the cool air of the early afternoon. Pietro sat across from General Fury.

Pietro glared at the one-eyed man, "So you lied to them."

Fury smirked, "You really think they'd have let me take you if they knew what I wanted you to do? You're going to save mutant kind today Pietro, how does it feel to be a savior?"

Pietro stared out of the window, "It doesn't matter how you pretty it up. A murderer is still a murderer, and why do you need me?"

Fury began inspecting his notes, "Because you're the only one fast enough to get within her safe zone."

Pietro peeked an eyebrow, "Safe zone?"

Fury thumbed through his notes until he got to the desired page. He then showed it to Pietro, I consisted of an X and a circle around it, "A zone around her body approximately ten feet in diameter."

Pietro snorted, "But why me? Why not Wolverine… or Sabretooth, I bet he'd love a job like this."

Fury glared at the boy, "Don't you think we've already thought of that? We've run countless scenarios. They can't heal from being atomized. A bullet, a missile, and a bomb would never reach her in time to put her down." Fury sighed, "You're the only weapon fast enough."

Pietro cringed at being called a weapon, "Why do you want her dead?"

Fury smirked, "Think about it, if word got out that a mutant could kill everyone within a one mile radios of her very presence…"

Pietro sighed, "Baselines would be after us like a witch hunt."

Fury's smirk grew even larger, "So what do you say kid? One life to save hundreds possibly thousands, not to mention future generations."

Pietro shook his head, "Listen I have no problem with stealing or causing extensive property damage, but I am not a murderer!"

Fury turned back to his notes, "You say murderer, and they would have said savior." He pointed out the window at a scene that made Pietro pale. Buildings still stood tall, the streets were slightly cracked but that was probably from extensive use, but something didn't set right with Pietro, there was absolutely no sign of life. There should have been people walking those streets, but they were empty.

Pietro stared at Fury with an icy glare, "I'm not a hero either Fury, get someone else to do your dirty work."

Fury smiled, "Fine," he paused for a moment, "But you know it's a shame…" he trailed off.

Pietro peeked an eyebrow, "What is?"

Fury smirked, "I have enough convictions on every single one of your little friends to send them to a maximum security prison. Sure you, Lance, and Fred might be fine," He paused studying Pietro's expression, "But what about Todd? Would Wanda like being surrounded by walls for the rest of her life? St. John wouldn't survive a day without a flame to protect him."

Pietro glared at the general, "You wouldn't!"

Fury chuckled, "Just to screw with you I'll place each and everyone of you on six different continents too."

Pietro continued with his glare, "What's to stop me from running off right now? My father would take us in."

Fury smirked, "Yeah but would you really want to be back under his thumb? Would you really want to do that to your sister? And besides as far as you know he's dropped off the face of the Earth. Screw the world save your friends. Hell, save yourself, we all know that's what you're best at."

Pietro never broke eye contact, "And what's to stop me from throwing you out of this helicopter right now?"

Fury laughed heavily and hard, "Absolutely nothing, but remember this the next director of S.H.I.E.L.D. might not be as lenient with mutants as I am, hell he might even release Trask and give him access to our cloaking technology just for kicks," he then smirked, "after all its all up to you, save the mutants or condemn them, no pressure at all."

Pietro sighed in defeat, "I'll do it."

Fury nodded and reached for a bag Pietro just now noticed, "Here are your weapons." He tossed the bag to Pietro.

Pietro eyed the bag suspiciously and then opened it. When he peered inside his head immediately shot up and he gave Fury a very confused look, "A couple of long necks and a burger?"

Fury shrugged, "Kid deserves a last meal right?"

Pietro sighed, "Whatever."

The co-pilot turned around towards Fury, "We're here."

Fury peered out of the window, "You see those flashes?" Pietro only nodded in response, "There is a two second interval between those flashes. Use your discretion, if you don't you'll be instantly atomized, then your 'family' will be sent to prison."

The helicopter touched the ground lightly, "What makes you think I'm fast enough?"

Fury smirked, "We've clocked you running faster than Mach five, we know you're plenty fast enough."

As soon as Pietro's feet touched the ground, the helicopter was back in the air.

-Meanwhile a mile away in the Nevada Desert-

A girl sat on a large rock holding her legs close to her body in the middle of the desert. She wore blue jeans and a denim jacket. Every now and then she would look towards the sky and curse the day she was born.

Tears stained her elegant face. She whipped away at some, but more only replaced them, "I'm so hungry."

"How about an early dinner then?"

She immediately snapped to attention, and took in the silver-haired demon's features. With his back to the sun, he looked like an angel from her point of view.