AN: Here it is! The eagerly awaited sister-story to my previous fic, Oh Brother Mine. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own X-Men Evolution or any of it's characters. The following story is mine though, and I will not hesitate to sue your ass if you try and plagiarize it. Have a nice day. :)
Oh Sister Mine
Pietro Maximoff lay awake on his bed, staring up at the ceiling at around 2 AM, long after the rest of the Brother Hood had gone to sleep. They were told that they needed their rest for tomorrow, the day they had to join the X-Men to fight Magneto.
Pietro was in his room, or rather, the room he and Lance had to share. The moonlight reflected off his silvery-white hair, casting a sort of halo around him, like an angel. Pietro snorted at the thought. An angel, yeah right. He was anything but, even though he would never admit that he was less than perfect to anyone. Pietro let his musings carry him away to another memory, long ago, even though reminiscing wasn't something he let himself do very often...
A nine year old Pietro woke up suddenly, only to find himself staring into a pair of light blue eyes, identical to his own.
"What?" Pietro asked his twin sister, Wanda, a little groggy. "Is it time to get up?" he asked, knowing it couldn't be, because he saw moonlight streaming through the window. He wasn't surprised that Wanda was up so late. His beloved twin had always been fascinated by night-time. The moon, the stars, the darkness, or something, caught her attention. Pietro was the complete opposite, preferring day over night.
"No," Wanda replied, still looking at her brother in an odd way. "It's still night."
"Whatchya looking at me like that for?" Pietro asked as he sat up, a little whiny, as he didn't like being woken up.
"I always look at you when you sleep," Wanda said, sounding a little surprised that he didn't know.
"How come?"
"Because," Wanda started to grin, "you look just like an Angel when you sleep."
"I do not!" Pietro said in indignation, now fully awake. You couldn't really blame him. After all, what rambunctious, naughty, 9-year-old wants to be told that he's an angel?
"Yes, you do." Wanda said firmly. "You look just like a Guardian Angel, especially with the moonlight and stuff, except that you're little. Remember, it's just like in the book Mama used to read to us."
"Oh, yeah. I remember that book. It was our bed-time book. But that's silly; Angels aren't real; everybody knows that."
"They could too be real!" Wanda said, a little hurt. "Mama used to tell us about them all the time."
"Well, yeah, but that was just a story," Pietro said, fidgeting a little uncomfortably. He didn't like talking about Mama anymore, not since she had died almost 2 years ago. It was too sad to think about, and sometimes it even made him cry. Big boys weren't supposed to cry. "Besides, I can't be a Guardian Angel! I'm too young, and they're supposed to protect people and stuff. I don't do that."
"I never said you were an angel, I just said you looked like one." Wanda replied, slightly exasperated.
"Oh."
"But what if you really were an angel?" she asked after some time.
"That would be kinda cool, I guess. I mean, I would be able to fly and stuff, right?" Pietro said, willing to give the idea some thought, if his sister was so keen on it.
"Right!" Wanda said, excited with their game.
"But who would I protect?"
"Um, uh, I know! How about me?" Wanda suggested. "It would work 'cause we're twins, right? And twins are supposed to be able to do stuff like that."
"But you don't need protecting! You're the one who always wins in fights and stuff," Pietro said, sounding resentful.
"Oh yeah," Wanda said thoughtfully.
The two sat in silence for awhile, looking at the moon. Then Pietro glanced at his sister, and saw that she was a little sad. She was probably thinking about Mama. Pietro didn't like to see Wanda unhappy, because it made him sad too.
"Well, I guess I could be your guardian angel, I mean, if I were an angel. 'Cause we are twins, and we're supposed to protect each other and stuff, right? Besides, I am the big brother." Pietro said, looking at his sister's face carefully. Wanda always resented the fact that he was older, and Pietro resented the fact that people always assumed she was older, and the two fought about it often, as ridiculous as they both knew it was. (Pietro was the elder of the two by about 3 minutes, even though Wanda always seemed like the more responsible and calm twin.)
However, Wanda's face lit up at his words. "Really? You can be my Angel?"
"Sure," Pietro said.
Wanda squealed and started bouncing on the bed, almost falling on Pietro. "Cool! I got my own Guardian Angel, and he gets to be my brother too! Thanks Pie!" She said, hugging him.
"Aww, Wanda!" Pietro protested in a long-suffering voice. "You're squishing me! And don't call me Pie!"
"Sorry Pie," Wanda giggled and got off her brother, still grinning at him happily, even though he seemed slightly peeved of her continuous usage of his embarrassing childhood nickname.
"S' okay," Pietro said, starting to smile at the huge grin on Wanda's face. It was contagious. Pretty soon, both of them were giggling madly and rolling around on the bed, unable to control themselves. It had been a long time since they had laughed like this; at least not since they came to live with their father about a year ago. Right then however, under the silver moon, Pietro and Wanda were able to simply be happy without fear; content, as always, that they at least had each other, and they knew that as long as they did everything would be all right.
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AN: Aww, I'm such a sucker for these flash-back things with the twins. Sorry the chapter's so short; it's really kind of an intro to the whole thing. So, review and tell me how you liked it!
