A/N: Just some question answering stuff.
Ambrosia: …um, I didn't really understand half of what you wrote, so I'm doing my best here. 1. This isn't Rogue/Logan romance, so I don't know why you put that there. 2. Um…I didn't talk about anything dealing with Rogue and Kurt, so once again, I have no idea what you want me to say. 3. Yes, it would be Russian/Polish, but there is a reason that will be revealed that she knows German. 4. I didn't say they would add Polish, only that someone mentioned the possibility to Anya. More about that will be mentioned later. 5. Anya's about 26. I'm having his first marriage being later in life than in his 20's, though he was still in a concentration camp. I figure, she's six when he think she's dead, four year later the twins are born. (About four years. Very approximate and rounded.)
Oh boy. Okay, now for the story. Well, the disclaimer:
Disclaimer: If I owned Marvel, which owns the X-Men, Evolution or otherwise, Piotr would never have died, Kitty would never have had the buzz cut, she'd never say "like," and Gambit would have been in Evo from season one. So, obviously, I don't own Marvel.
"Dude…you have another sister?!"
Lance didn't think he was overreacting. He hadn't known about Wanda, and look how that had ended up! He could barely handle a love-sick Toad…what would he do with a love-sick Blob?
He whimpered at the very idea.
Pietro manage to release himself form Lance's choke-hold, gasping for breath before answering. "She's not my sister! I don't have any other sisters! It's a common last name!"
"Lehnsherr?!" Lance screamed, grabbing for Pietro again.
Luckily for him, Pietro remembered this time that he had super speed and was able to use it to doge Lance's arms. Unfortunately for Lance, he lost his balance, falling flat on his face.
"Lance, he's right. We don't have any other siblings," Wanda sneered, rolling her eyes. They were outside Bayville High, waiting for Freddie and Todd to come back with the Jeep. Lance had been to upset to go get it.
She sighed, hearing the squeal of rubber on concrete. This is going to take a while…
While she thought this, she noticed that she didn't have her history notebook. But I had it before…dammit, I must have left it in Lehnsherr's room.
"Hey, guys…" she trailed off, realizing they were so intent on causing each other bodily harm that they wouldn't notice if she announced she was trying out for Baywatch.
Shrugging, Wanda headed back into the school, making her way to Ms. Lehnsherr's room…but stopped right outside the door, pressing up next to the wall. She wasn't sure why…perhaps, she decided, she just wanted to find something to prove Lance wrong.
First glance…nothing she didn't know before. Ms. Lehnsherr was filling out some paper, stapling them to make packets. Nothing an ordinary teacher wouldn't do…
Wanda was about to enter when things got much more interesting.
"Oh, damn," Anya muttered, as she tried to staple another packet. She'd run out of staplers. She shrugged and extended her hand, holding it open as if she expected them to drop right in.
Wanda's eyes widened as a drawer on the other side of the room opened and a row of staples floated out…dropping in Anya's hand.
Wanda turned and ran, forgetting her history book. Suddenly she had much more important things on her mind.
When she arrived back at the steps, Lance and Pietro had stopped fighting and were debating the merits of Lance investing in a better sound system. She practically fell over them in her hurry.
Pietro wrinkled his nose at her. "What's wrong with you, Waaaaanda?" He drawled her name out just as he used to do when they were children. It annoyed her as much then as it did now, but she ignored it for the moment.
She grabbed his shoulders, looking him square in the eye. "Pietro, what are the odds that a woman show up who not only has Dad's last name, but his powers?"
Pietro looked at her confusedly before it dawned. "You're not serious."
Wanda nodded grimly. "I think we need to have a talk with daddy dearest."