A/N: Ok, first off; Sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I've been busy for the past two weeks. Forgive me! Anywho, this chapter is short. The shortest of this entire series I think, lol. It has a lot of emotion in it though...that should make up for it! Hopefully. Enjoy~

Chapter Twenty-Five: Everybody Loves

The first capture and contain mission. The first for capturing his own kind and locking them up like mules if they refused his word. Well, as it was said—there's always a first for everything. Pietro was trying his best to shrug off the hounding thoughts that lingered in his mind. He was thinking about Bella, the last time he had seen her—her face so sad. That image would be in his head for a long time.

"You're looking awfully sad, brother dearest." Wanda Maximoff spoke in a coy voice. When Pietro didn't respond to her she shrugged it off. As much as he hated to admit it, she was his sister. Nothing was changing that. Part of being a sister was knowing when your brother was down. Pietro wore his emotions on his sleeve. Wanda knew he was sad about leaving his girlfriend—but there was also a hint of down right fear. Even she was afraid.....

"Are you guys ready to drop?"

Pietro had just remembered that he was in a helicopter. In a helicopter, flying above Pennsylvania in their spanking new government tailored suits. Now, he remembered the extra bit of weight on his hip—that of a gun. He looked up from his hands, his eyes meeting that of Valerie Cooper. There she was, sitting smug as fuck in her seat, her legs crossed and her lips pressed together.

None of the Brotherhood answered the woman and she nodded her head, as if she had some sort of mental agreement. Pietro leaned over to his right, looking outside of the chopper and down to the ground. The house to him looked so familiar. He knew who lived here. Pietro couldn't help but feel that he was going to die.

"You know who we're going after, they've already voiced their disagreement toward the registration. You are ordered to go in and apprehend them, no questions asked."

At this point, Valerie Cooper was talking to herself. Each member of the Brotherhood had their own ideas about what was going to happen. As much as they didn't want to go through with things—they had to. None of them wanted to be hauled off to jail, none of them wanted to be considered freaks to the outside world.

The helicopter began to lower and each member of the Freedom Force took in a deep breath. They pushed what they believed was right out of their minds and pushed in new thoughts. Thoughts of them working for the government. It was as real as can be. They were going to do this, there was no getting out of this.

Pietro got up out of his seat, his face stern and serious. He gripped the sides of the chopper and looked down back to the large house. He shook his head from side to side, still not believing what he was about to do....to who he was doing this to.

"I'm sorry."

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He couldn't do anything. This was the first time in his life that he felt helpless. At this point, with the chopper coming down on his house—the o' too familiar mop of white hair---he couldn't do anything. He wouldn't be able to protect himself, not with it being the middle of the afternoon and the sun blazing, he wouldn't be able to protect his wife.

"Lilia...just go hide somewhere." James turned around from the window to look over to his wife. "Are you deaf?"

"Are you?" Lilia shot back, slipping on her shoes. "You forget that I'm a mutant?"

James could feel the anger boiling up in him, but not because of his wife—but because of what was happening. It was because of who he was seeing out on his front lawn, gun on hip that was making him angry. "You're my wife. A husband takes care of his wife, sun up or not—I'm going to give that white haired asshole a good fight."

"And you want me to sit here and do what? Nothing?"

"No, goddammit Lilia, go call Alyce. Call the Professor." James shot another look outside, his eyes meeting that of Pietro and once more, his anger boiled up. He quickly made his way over to his wife and took her in his arms. He knew that she wanted to cry, a part of him did too. Just a small part. He placed a small kiss on his wife's head, rubbing her arms and rocking her back and forth.

"James....I'm not going to let you take them on your own. I'm here...we'll do this together." Lilia gently pulled away from her husband, placing a small kiss on his lips. While it was true that things would be against them just with the sun being up—James not being able to use his powers. Those government bastards had done their research...no, actually, Pietro had done his snitching.

"Are you ready?" James asked, cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms. He shot a look over to his wife, who had remained silent but had walked over to the window. She clenched her fists and almost immediately the whole house began to shake with her powers. Despite the situation, James couldn't help but smile.

"What was that saying?" James pondered out loud, as he took his place next to his wife. Every time he blinked Pietro and his group got closer and closer. Lilia could feel her heart beat in her chest, hard, a feeling she hadn't felt in ages. The feeling of adventure. The feeling of danger. The feeling to use her power to it's fullest extent. Lilia looked over to him, a million emotions in her face, and gave him a smirk.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn."

A/N: It's bright as day outside, James can't use his powers. But that doesn't mean he isn't going to kick some ass. Same for Lilia, she's not going down without a fight!