Everyone in the room turned to the white-haired mutant. Pietro held Wanda with both arms, slowly stepping away from his father. He looked slightly frightened and disbelieving at his own words. Pietro looked at the girl in his arms whose wide eyes and o-shaped mouth gave him more than enough confidence.
"Dad, you won't take her. For ONCE in her life she is happy! For once in your life can you think of someone other than yourself? This is MY sister, and I won't let you hurt her anymore. I am your son and you still tell me every single day how much you wish I was Wanda. You know what? I'm tired of the way you treat me. How you treat her. I will fight you until you have to kill me just so you won't get your hands on Wanda."
The metal-manipulator stared at his son in shock for a moment before he rose into the air and glared at the boy. "I always knew you would grow up to be a stupid brat, I blame your mother. Now, GIVE. ME. THE. GIRL!" A large toy car suddenly hit the levitating man on the head. Looking up, Magneto say a blue blur before it disappeared into a puff of smoke. Jean and Scott smiled.
"Troll," Wanda looked up at her brother, her eyes watering a little. "Don't let him take me away. I don't want to go with him. He's scary and mean and he'll send me back to that scary place." Everyone in the room, including the father, stared at the exchange. "And he said mean things about mommy, but I loved mommy. She was nice and she loved us." Pietro teared up a little at this. Neither of them knew that much about their mother, but she had to have been better than their father, they both knew that. Again, a toy car flew at Magneto's head. The older man picked up a metal ball with his powers and flung it at the blue child, but Jean stopped it without an ounce of effort.
"I think it's time for you to leave, Erik. I wanted you to get a chance to get reacquainted with your daughter, that maybe you would have some regrets as to the way you treated BOTH of your children, but as you said, some of my desires are naïve in perspective. Either you leave now of your own will or be forced to. You are powerful, but not that powerful. Do not force our hand." The Professor was glaring at his old friend, a strange sight considering how tolerating the man was. "Pietro, you are welcome to stay. To whatever extent you desire."
"Charles, you will regret this. You have now forced MY hand." With those last words Magneto flew out of the mansion. Everyone relaxed a little, and after Wanda gave her brother a big hug, she squirmed out of his arms to go play with Rogue. Kurt followed close behind, having finally detached himself from the ceiling. Kitty had stopped screaming a while ago and now was poking and phasing through the sleeping Piotr, giggling the whole time.
Jean and Scott moved to stand by Pietro, facing him. "Listen, I know we've tried to kill and maim each other before, but what you did was…" Scott tried to find the right words. He still didn't really like the guy, but he also couldn't hate him anymore either. "I guess it was kind of cool. I never knew you and Wanda had been that close."
Pietro smiled. "Yeah. We were inseparable when we were kids. That was until Dad put her away." He glanced at his sister who was having a blast playing with Rogue. "I missed her. I know this 5-year old version isn't going to last, but I still never really got to act like the older brother to her. Or any brother for that matter."
The Professor rolled over to them. "Well Pietro, like I said, You will always be welcome here. Now, why don't you come with me and we'll get you a room to stay in until you decide what you'd like to do now."
"Thanks."
"Scott, Jean, would you please stay with the kids? Also, I do believe we have a thief in the shadows."
Scott and Jean looked at each other. "REMY!"