A/N: This chapter is set about six weeks later after Chapter 9.. Enjoy! :D And as always, R&R! Also, I apologize if I butcher the New Brotherhood's speeches. I've only heard Colossus talk one time, Pyro none, and Gambit, I'm still not sure how his Evo-made Cajun accent's supposed to sound like. Soo.... yeah.. bare with me, k? :D
Chapter 10
"WHAT?!" Pietro screeched. He glared at his new teammate, Colossus, and in turn, the young Russian teen frowned back at the speed demon.
"That was his orders," Peter replied angrily back. Normally, he was a mild guy, but he was rapidly loosing patience with this white haired kid. They had been carrying on this argument for the last fifteen minutes, and it looked far from over. Pietro, for one, was not one for ending arguments unless it ended in his favor.
"He ordered us to attack the BROTHERHOOD?!?!" Pietro stared suspiciously at Peter. "Humans, yeah, I can understand. And yeah, I can understand if Father asked us to maybe pound up the X-geeks or something. But why the Brotherhood?"
"How in the world should I know?!" The large teen threw up his hands in frustration. "I just work here for the Boss!"
"Well, you'd better find out, and you'd better find out soon!" Pietro crossed his arms. "Because there's no way in hell I'm going to fight against the Brotherhood."
"Why don't *you* ask him, mate?" Pyro suggested, entering into the conversation. "He's right behind you." There was a hint of a smirk in his tone.
"Huh?" Turning around swiftly, Pietro found himself face to face with his father. Magneto didn't look happy.
"What's this about?" he rumbled, his voice cold, as he stared at his son. Pietro, however, in his agitation, didn't seem to notice. Either that or he deliberately chose to ignore it.
"Nothing.ExceptMetalBoyheresaidthatyougaveorderstoattacktheBrotherhood,sir," Pietro muttered, glaring at Colossus. When Pietro was agitated, he talked fast. And when he talked fast, nobody on the face of the blessed planet even hoped to understand him.
"Okay, I don't know 'bout any of you, but care to repeat that just a lliiiiittttttttllee bit slower for all us slow hommes in dis world that don't have hearts that beat a hundred bajillion times per second, mon ami?" Remy spoke up. The Cajun looked amused, which didn't serve to exactly calm down Quicksilver's nerves.
"You, Cajun, keep out of this," Pietro snapped. "Is this slow enough for you? Now, where the heck was I? Oh yeah. Metal Boy here said that we are to attack the Brotherhood."
"MY NAME IS PETER OR COLOSSUS!" Peter shouted, looking murderous. "NOT METAL BOY, METAL HEAD, OR METAL ANYTHING!"
"My my, what a temper!" Pietro taunted, laughing zippingly away. "You know, heart attacks rank number three in the all-time reason for deaths," he smirked. "Right behind suicides and accidental accidents."
"As well as certain speed demons who talk too much, resulting in being strangled to death by me!" Peter snapped.
"Like I said, temper temper!" Pietro was having fun.
"DIE!!" Peter shouted, lunging at him. Pietro, however, zipped away at the last possible millisecond, and Colossus landed on the ground, getting nothing but a faceful of dirt.
"Too slow!" Pietro laughed. "Anyways, Metal Boy here," he gestured at Peter, who growled at him from the ground, "said you gave us orders to attack the Brotherhood, sir-"
"That is precisely what I said, Pietro."
"Yes, of course. And I said- Huh?"
"I think what you said was 'there's no way in hell I'm going to fight against the Brotherhood'," Pyro smirked. "Not 'Huh'."
"Shut up!" Pietro growled, and the next moment, Pyro found himself flat on his face. "I'm not amused at that lame joke, just in case you want to know," he said dryly, before turning back to Magneto. "F-Father, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying exactly what you're hearing, my young Quicksilver. Do you really think Mystique is going to be kept in the dark for long about our whereabouts? She'll find this hideout sooner or later, and when she does, she'll destroy it, with the help of the Brotherhood. Those pathetic fools are rendered into mutes whenever she's around, and it won't take much for Mystique to threaten them into following her in turning against us. The Misfits are the starting piece of my dream, Pietro, and I won't have it destroyed by the Brotherhood."
His tone of voice was like that of a young parent explaining to a toddler why that child can't have something that they want. Pietro sighed impatiently. These arguments never went his way. Even if he did try to argue against his father, all he would probably get is another fierce beating. The young speed demon flinched involuntarily as memories of the most recent previous beatings resurfaced to the top of his mind, even as he tried in vain to push them back down without success. He glanced at the angry, still red welt on his arm from three days before, and touched the wound gently. *Ah, well, so much for perfect skin!* Pietro thought, bitterness and resentment welling up inside him. But he carefully masked these feelings and all his emotions from Magneto, instead raising his eyes and gazing steadily at his father.
"But what about Wanda?"
"What *about* Wanda?"
"What do you mean 'what about Wanda'?!" Pietro was rapidly loosing what little patience he had to begin with. "Wanda, you know! As in the girl that can make virtually anything happen. My sister. My twin." Bitterness tinged Quicksilver's voice. "Y'know, you told me that she was dead for six years, and I actually believed that for six years."
"This is different, Pietro." Magneto said. "I need you for this mission. You're the only one fast enough to create a temporary diversion, and we will attack."
"But Lance and Blob are cool!" Now, Pietro was starting to whine. That was his trick, and his best weapon. If you can't win by reason, you'll be guaranteed a quick 100% reliable victory by annoying the hell out of the other person. "And Frog Boy is cool too, when he remembers to take a bath every once in a while. And if you think I'll be the one to make a timely diversion and sit there and let you attack Wanda, you might as well think up another plan, Father, cuz I ain't doing it." Pietro crossed his arms across his chest stubbornly.
Magneto rubbed his temples, already getting a headache from this son of his with the stubbornness level of a donkey. How anyone can give a person a splitting migraine in three minutes flat was beyond him. "Pietro... remember what we talked about last week..." was all he said.
There was silence. Finally, Pietro sighed. "Okay,okay," he snapped in resignation. He was quiet for a long time, a record for him, as he thought about something, and as he seemed to turn it around over and over again in his head carefully. "Fine, I'll do it," Pietro said at last. He didn't sound happy. "Promise you won't do anything to harm Wanda?" The speed demon's blue eyes looked suspiciously, even almost in a pleading beseeching manner, at the Master of Magnetism.
"You have my word, Quicksilver," Magneto nodded. "She won't be harmed in any fashion. It's just the others that I want."
"For what?"
"For... various reasons."
Pietro didn't know what to think. These guys were once his closest friends! He couldn't just turn back around and say "Gee, guys, it's been super knowing ya, and thanks for your friendship, but my father wants you for 'various reasons', so I guess I'm gonna just have to attack you, knock you out, and turn you in. Sorry guys." Oh, that'll work well... Pietro could just see it now. He shook his head.
"That'll never work, Father," he snapped impatiently. "For one, Lance and Freddy aren't exactly the type to just bow out and be taken without some form or another of either big things coming down or some mega big time bloodshed. Todd is too inferior to do anything, except create a big stink, and I'm not laying a hand on Wanda."
"Are you questioning my authority, Pietro?" Magneto asked coldly. "Sabretooth... come here for a second..."
"Ontheotherhand,I'lljustbegoingrightnowtofetchthem," Pietro said quickly, zipping away as far as possible from that crazy insaned lunatic under his father's employ. Sure, Quicksilver could always dodge the much slower Sabretooth, who, despite his own predator-like stealth and quickness, was no match for Pietro's pure speed. But he didn't want to think about the 0.0000000000009% chance that Victor Creed *might* catch him, and what the larger mutant might do to him. Pietro suppressed a shudder as he ran. Soon, the familiar town of Bayville was around him again. *Home* he thought, looking around him, and dreading what he had to do. But in the deepest part of his heart, Pietro dreaded even more what Magneto would do to him if he DIDN'T carry out this mission. *God, Lance is gonna kill me...* he thought, grimacing. "And if he doesn't, Father will. Either way, I'm gonna be screwed and dead from both sides. Guys, please understand why I have to do this... and forgive me...*
Chapter 10
"WHAT?!" Pietro screeched. He glared at his new teammate, Colossus, and in turn, the young Russian teen frowned back at the speed demon.
"That was his orders," Peter replied angrily back. Normally, he was a mild guy, but he was rapidly loosing patience with this white haired kid. They had been carrying on this argument for the last fifteen minutes, and it looked far from over. Pietro, for one, was not one for ending arguments unless it ended in his favor.
"He ordered us to attack the BROTHERHOOD?!?!" Pietro stared suspiciously at Peter. "Humans, yeah, I can understand. And yeah, I can understand if Father asked us to maybe pound up the X-geeks or something. But why the Brotherhood?"
"How in the world should I know?!" The large teen threw up his hands in frustration. "I just work here for the Boss!"
"Well, you'd better find out, and you'd better find out soon!" Pietro crossed his arms. "Because there's no way in hell I'm going to fight against the Brotherhood."
"Why don't *you* ask him, mate?" Pyro suggested, entering into the conversation. "He's right behind you." There was a hint of a smirk in his tone.
"Huh?" Turning around swiftly, Pietro found himself face to face with his father. Magneto didn't look happy.
"What's this about?" he rumbled, his voice cold, as he stared at his son. Pietro, however, in his agitation, didn't seem to notice. Either that or he deliberately chose to ignore it.
"Nothing.ExceptMetalBoyheresaidthatyougaveorderstoattacktheBrotherhood,sir," Pietro muttered, glaring at Colossus. When Pietro was agitated, he talked fast. And when he talked fast, nobody on the face of the blessed planet even hoped to understand him.
"Okay, I don't know 'bout any of you, but care to repeat that just a lliiiiittttttttllee bit slower for all us slow hommes in dis world that don't have hearts that beat a hundred bajillion times per second, mon ami?" Remy spoke up. The Cajun looked amused, which didn't serve to exactly calm down Quicksilver's nerves.
"You, Cajun, keep out of this," Pietro snapped. "Is this slow enough for you? Now, where the heck was I? Oh yeah. Metal Boy here said that we are to attack the Brotherhood."
"MY NAME IS PETER OR COLOSSUS!" Peter shouted, looking murderous. "NOT METAL BOY, METAL HEAD, OR METAL ANYTHING!"
"My my, what a temper!" Pietro taunted, laughing zippingly away. "You know, heart attacks rank number three in the all-time reason for deaths," he smirked. "Right behind suicides and accidental accidents."
"As well as certain speed demons who talk too much, resulting in being strangled to death by me!" Peter snapped.
"Like I said, temper temper!" Pietro was having fun.
"DIE!!" Peter shouted, lunging at him. Pietro, however, zipped away at the last possible millisecond, and Colossus landed on the ground, getting nothing but a faceful of dirt.
"Too slow!" Pietro laughed. "Anyways, Metal Boy here," he gestured at Peter, who growled at him from the ground, "said you gave us orders to attack the Brotherhood, sir-"
"That is precisely what I said, Pietro."
"Yes, of course. And I said- Huh?"
"I think what you said was 'there's no way in hell I'm going to fight against the Brotherhood'," Pyro smirked. "Not 'Huh'."
"Shut up!" Pietro growled, and the next moment, Pyro found himself flat on his face. "I'm not amused at that lame joke, just in case you want to know," he said dryly, before turning back to Magneto. "F-Father, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying exactly what you're hearing, my young Quicksilver. Do you really think Mystique is going to be kept in the dark for long about our whereabouts? She'll find this hideout sooner or later, and when she does, she'll destroy it, with the help of the Brotherhood. Those pathetic fools are rendered into mutes whenever she's around, and it won't take much for Mystique to threaten them into following her in turning against us. The Misfits are the starting piece of my dream, Pietro, and I won't have it destroyed by the Brotherhood."
His tone of voice was like that of a young parent explaining to a toddler why that child can't have something that they want. Pietro sighed impatiently. These arguments never went his way. Even if he did try to argue against his father, all he would probably get is another fierce beating. The young speed demon flinched involuntarily as memories of the most recent previous beatings resurfaced to the top of his mind, even as he tried in vain to push them back down without success. He glanced at the angry, still red welt on his arm from three days before, and touched the wound gently. *Ah, well, so much for perfect skin!* Pietro thought, bitterness and resentment welling up inside him. But he carefully masked these feelings and all his emotions from Magneto, instead raising his eyes and gazing steadily at his father.
"But what about Wanda?"
"What *about* Wanda?"
"What do you mean 'what about Wanda'?!" Pietro was rapidly loosing what little patience he had to begin with. "Wanda, you know! As in the girl that can make virtually anything happen. My sister. My twin." Bitterness tinged Quicksilver's voice. "Y'know, you told me that she was dead for six years, and I actually believed that for six years."
"This is different, Pietro." Magneto said. "I need you for this mission. You're the only one fast enough to create a temporary diversion, and we will attack."
"But Lance and Blob are cool!" Now, Pietro was starting to whine. That was his trick, and his best weapon. If you can't win by reason, you'll be guaranteed a quick 100% reliable victory by annoying the hell out of the other person. "And Frog Boy is cool too, when he remembers to take a bath every once in a while. And if you think I'll be the one to make a timely diversion and sit there and let you attack Wanda, you might as well think up another plan, Father, cuz I ain't doing it." Pietro crossed his arms across his chest stubbornly.
Magneto rubbed his temples, already getting a headache from this son of his with the stubbornness level of a donkey. How anyone can give a person a splitting migraine in three minutes flat was beyond him. "Pietro... remember what we talked about last week..." was all he said.
There was silence. Finally, Pietro sighed. "Okay,okay," he snapped in resignation. He was quiet for a long time, a record for him, as he thought about something, and as he seemed to turn it around over and over again in his head carefully. "Fine, I'll do it," Pietro said at last. He didn't sound happy. "Promise you won't do anything to harm Wanda?" The speed demon's blue eyes looked suspiciously, even almost in a pleading beseeching manner, at the Master of Magnetism.
"You have my word, Quicksilver," Magneto nodded. "She won't be harmed in any fashion. It's just the others that I want."
"For what?"
"For... various reasons."
Pietro didn't know what to think. These guys were once his closest friends! He couldn't just turn back around and say "Gee, guys, it's been super knowing ya, and thanks for your friendship, but my father wants you for 'various reasons', so I guess I'm gonna just have to attack you, knock you out, and turn you in. Sorry guys." Oh, that'll work well... Pietro could just see it now. He shook his head.
"That'll never work, Father," he snapped impatiently. "For one, Lance and Freddy aren't exactly the type to just bow out and be taken without some form or another of either big things coming down or some mega big time bloodshed. Todd is too inferior to do anything, except create a big stink, and I'm not laying a hand on Wanda."
"Are you questioning my authority, Pietro?" Magneto asked coldly. "Sabretooth... come here for a second..."
"Ontheotherhand,I'lljustbegoingrightnowtofetchthem," Pietro said quickly, zipping away as far as possible from that crazy insaned lunatic under his father's employ. Sure, Quicksilver could always dodge the much slower Sabretooth, who, despite his own predator-like stealth and quickness, was no match for Pietro's pure speed. But he didn't want to think about the 0.0000000000009% chance that Victor Creed *might* catch him, and what the larger mutant might do to him. Pietro suppressed a shudder as he ran. Soon, the familiar town of Bayville was around him again. *Home* he thought, looking around him, and dreading what he had to do. But in the deepest part of his heart, Pietro dreaded even more what Magneto would do to him if he DIDN'T carry out this mission. *God, Lance is gonna kill me...* he thought, grimacing. "And if he doesn't, Father will. Either way, I'm gonna be screwed and dead from both sides. Guys, please understand why I have to do this... and forgive me...*
