Many thanks for the review amon! It made me squee! Yes! I totally agree with you! Magneto is a very complicated character that is too often over simplified. It is a shame that they don't often explore his parental ties in the comics, even in the house of M series we didn't get too much interaction between him and Pietro. In my opinion the dynamic between them was it's best in the Age of Apocalypse epic. The x-men evolution animated series had a bit more dadneto in it, but got cancelled heartbreakingly early :( As for the 60s flavour it is something I've been kinda struggling with, particularly the slang, if you know of any good 60s lingo websites do let me know. Thanks again for the lovely review

Little werewolf san: I am thinking of maybe having something with Lorna somewhere down the line, but there is something of an age gap between her and the twins. So I'm still trying to figure out were Erik would have had time to meet her mother...

Pietro had watched from his spot near the doorway as Rossovich had smashed the last barrier between himself and a now defenceless Erik. The Russian had mercilessly slashed one of his metallic coils across Goldberg's chest, slicing through flesh and bone. Blood exploded from the fatal wound as she cried out, but her scream ended quickly. Her damaged lungs did not have the air capacity left to carry the sound. Goldberg collapsed next Erik, clutching her chest with one hand and the pen with her other.

The guns that Erik had previously been levitating around him now lay on the floor, they had clattered to the ground when the tranquillizer dart had neutralized Erik.

The memory of Rossovich hovering over his dead foster father flashed unbidden before Pietro's eyes, he was seized with an reckless instinct to stop a similar fate befalling Erik, the boy dove forward and snatched a disguarded gun from the ground and fired at Rossovich's head.

The bullet ricochetted off of one of Rossovich's aloof coils, grazing his shoulder. Growling, his head whipped round to see a white haired boy holding a gun. A boy that he instantly recognised.

"Y-You leave him alone!" Pietro warned. The threat sounded feeble, even to himself. A cat like Erik probably had a thousand stone cold retorts up his sleeve. But that had been the best that Pietro could come up with, and now all he could do was continue to point the gun with shaking hands at the colossal man that stood in front of him, and hope it was enough of a threat to stop the commander.

"Well isn't this a grand reunion..." Rossovich said quietly, his cold eyes locking on the child's like Pietro was something filthy that he had found on the bottom his shoe "...Goldberg's been keeping far too many secrets from me...How long have you been my guest boy?"

Pietro didn't answer, his mouth had gone dry and his confinement had made if difficult to keep track of time anyway.

"Gone mute boy? " Rossovich demanded narrowing his eyes. " I dare say I can help you find your voice again...you'll be screaming yourself hoarse before I'm through.." He began to move towards Pietro, the shaking in the boy's hands increased " I've never forgotten your face, but then you did burn it to my memory, you that woman, and that bastard sister of yours!...I was agony for weeks...

Oh I've been wounded in battle before...but the pain I was in after that fire..." Rossovich trailed off, his right eye twitching slightly as he remembered "...Still... I suppose I should thank you. It was in the hospital that Omega Division found me after, they offered me a chance at new life, a better life." He smiled that same gruesome smile Pietro had seen back at the Maximoff's farmhouse "They were impressed that I had survived such fatal injuries, they said it hinted at a robust underlying constitution. That I was just the man they needed as a volunteer. I was utterly disfigured of course, but the scientists said they could fix that. That said that they could make me stronger, a perfect soldier...and they have..."

Pietro stared at Rossovich's pale skin and the deadly coils exuding from each one of his wrists, neither "perfect" or "soldier" came to mind, the only word the boy could think of was "monster". He pulled the trigger on the gun, but it clicked empty. He tried several more times, each time he got the same result, Pietro backed away as he squeezed the trigger until he was up against the wall. Rossovich laughed evilly as he used a coil reclaim his own stolen pistol from the floor, he checked to see if it was still loaded; it was.

"You never did get your turn on Russian Roulette did you boy?" Pietro flattened himself into the wall, wishing he could melt into it, his heart was beating out of his chest "Don't worry, the first bullet won't kill you...I'll start at your feet...and work my way up to between your eyes "

As Rossovich spoke, one of the guards stepped forward, he'd been watching Erik and Goldberg warily. The doctor was still breathing but was surrounded by a crimson pool of her own blood. The mutant appeared to be out cold, but he thought it wise to ensure Erik stayed permanently cold "Do you want us to finish the other mutant sir?" One of his remaining men asked the commander. Rossovich's head swivelled, like he was dog protecting his meat, he would not be denied his kill.

"I will have no interference! Their lives are both mine to take!"

"Yes sir, of course sir...we didn't mean..." the man trailed off, backing away in attempt to avoid angering his superior, he suddenly wanted to be very far away from Rossovich "...a-are we dismissed then sir? There was a riot on the bridge...and if you're in control here sir...we should probably help the other-"

"-Begone then!" Rossovich snapped, irritated by the man's fumbling words. The remaining guards quickly left, collecting their previously confiscated weapons from the floor. No one questioned the commander's ability to handle an unconscious man, a half dead elderly woman and an unarmed seven year old.

A bit of a short update, longer one next time