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They're real people!
Hope ya'll enjoyed the first chap! Just so ya know, things are gonna be kinda slow the first couple of chapters, but things will definitely heat up by Chap. 4, I promise! I would like to please ask all my readers to REVIEW! Really! PLEASE! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! I love you people and I don't care what you say! Just review it! **************************************************************************** ***
Pietro Maximoff had loved to run, even before his power had developed. He had energy, a lot of it, and he was fast. Not just in how fast he ran, but in everything else too. Pietro was efficient, impatient, and above all, hated to sit. That's why when he needed to be alone, he ran. When he needed to use up his energy, he ran. And when he needed to think, he ran.
And Pietro needed to think. Wanda had never been sociable, even after her memories had been erased. But she and Pietro were twins. He had never wanted Wanda to leave them, for Magneto to abandon her. But they had been young, they had no say. Pietro often wished that he and Wanda could be friends like they used to be. Each other's only companions, a dynamic duo that did everything together. He liked it that way, although he would never admit that to anyone. It was a surprise he had even admitted it to himself.
*So if she's supposed to have happy memories now, why won't she even let me talk to her?*
Of course, good or bad memories, Pietro was someone very far from being perfect, and on more then one occasion he had proven that.
*But everyone else has more of an excuse to hate me than she does! They remember how I betrayed them, Wanda doesn't* Maybe it was her "dear father's" death that was making her mad like this, or maybe whatever kind of childhood she had, she was just an angry person.
Three teenagers stood in the entrance of a room and looked at the project ahead of them. The window was shattered, and furniture had fallen, denting the walls and breaking lamps. Almost everything in the room that could be broken was. Even the door needed to be fixed.
"Yo, I'll take care of her furniture" Todd volunteered, eyeing the spilled underwear drawer in the fallen dresser.
"Right. Fred, you take care of glass and other things that are broken."
"Why do I have to pick up glass?!"
"Because" Lance said "Because I'm the leader and as so I know all of your specific abilities, and what you would be best at doing." Fred could have sworn he heard Scott say that once, but did not retort.
"So what're you doing?" Todd asked.
"I'm doing the door." Lance answered, and for the first time he was glad to be living with those two.
Wanda turned on the TV. She lazily flipped through channels. There was nothing on, on weekdays. Then as she flipped something caught her eye. It was a doctor, some psychiatrist speaking about something.
The weird thing was that she recognized him. She- remembered him from somewhere, but she could not place it. Then all of the sudden she thought of- Mystique? Wanda shook her head and shut off the TV.
Pietro walked into the Brotherhood Boarding House just in time to see Wanda walking out of the living room, shaking her head. He was going to ignore her, knowing she would most likely be angry if he brought something up. But then:
"Wanda?"
"What?" she growled.
"You seem upset, is anything bothering you?"
"Yes! It is. Now go away"
"You sure you don't want to talk?"
"Yes!"
"Okay, I just wanted to-"
"Pietro..." Wanda snarled.
"Uh, right, then...um-bye!" he exclaimed with a nervous smile before dashing off.
***
"I think this looks good!" Lance said proudly as he overlooked the room.
"Great! I'll go get Wanda: SWEETUMS-!"
"Shut up Todd! She won't listen to you!" Lance snapped "WANDA!"
"WHAT?!" came the angry reply from downstairs.
"Come up here! We want to show you something!"
"Ugh! Fine" Wanda trudged up the stairs to see the three boys standing in front of her bedroom with smiles on their faces. They stepped aside to reveal the straightened door.
"Notice anything different?" Lance asked hopefully.
"No"
"Not yet!" Todd interjected "but you will!" He opened the door and Wanda looked around.
"I made the bed" Todd added. Wanda gave him an annoyed look and Fred and Lance both told him to be quiet.
The bed did look nice though. And everything seemed to be in order; even the broken lamps had been replaced. The only problem was the window. Fred had tired to glue the pieces back together, but that had failed.
"Uh, thanks guys" she said. The three just smiled and then left. **************************************************************************** *** Maz- Thanks! Stick around for a while and things will get real interesting :)
Hope ya'll enjoyed the first chap! Just so ya know, things are gonna be kinda slow the first couple of chapters, but things will definitely heat up by Chap. 4, I promise! I would like to please ask all my readers to REVIEW! Really! PLEASE! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! I love you people and I don't care what you say! Just review it! **************************************************************************** ***
Pietro Maximoff had loved to run, even before his power had developed. He had energy, a lot of it, and he was fast. Not just in how fast he ran, but in everything else too. Pietro was efficient, impatient, and above all, hated to sit. That's why when he needed to be alone, he ran. When he needed to use up his energy, he ran. And when he needed to think, he ran.
And Pietro needed to think. Wanda had never been sociable, even after her memories had been erased. But she and Pietro were twins. He had never wanted Wanda to leave them, for Magneto to abandon her. But they had been young, they had no say. Pietro often wished that he and Wanda could be friends like they used to be. Each other's only companions, a dynamic duo that did everything together. He liked it that way, although he would never admit that to anyone. It was a surprise he had even admitted it to himself.
*So if she's supposed to have happy memories now, why won't she even let me talk to her?*
Of course, good or bad memories, Pietro was someone very far from being perfect, and on more then one occasion he had proven that.
*But everyone else has more of an excuse to hate me than she does! They remember how I betrayed them, Wanda doesn't* Maybe it was her "dear father's" death that was making her mad like this, or maybe whatever kind of childhood she had, she was just an angry person.
Three teenagers stood in the entrance of a room and looked at the project ahead of them. The window was shattered, and furniture had fallen, denting the walls and breaking lamps. Almost everything in the room that could be broken was. Even the door needed to be fixed.
"Yo, I'll take care of her furniture" Todd volunteered, eyeing the spilled underwear drawer in the fallen dresser.
"Right. Fred, you take care of glass and other things that are broken."
"Why do I have to pick up glass?!"
"Because" Lance said "Because I'm the leader and as so I know all of your specific abilities, and what you would be best at doing." Fred could have sworn he heard Scott say that once, but did not retort.
"So what're you doing?" Todd asked.
"I'm doing the door." Lance answered, and for the first time he was glad to be living with those two.
Wanda turned on the TV. She lazily flipped through channels. There was nothing on, on weekdays. Then as she flipped something caught her eye. It was a doctor, some psychiatrist speaking about something.
The weird thing was that she recognized him. She- remembered him from somewhere, but she could not place it. Then all of the sudden she thought of- Mystique? Wanda shook her head and shut off the TV.
Pietro walked into the Brotherhood Boarding House just in time to see Wanda walking out of the living room, shaking her head. He was going to ignore her, knowing she would most likely be angry if he brought something up. But then:
"Wanda?"
"What?" she growled.
"You seem upset, is anything bothering you?"
"Yes! It is. Now go away"
"You sure you don't want to talk?"
"Yes!"
"Okay, I just wanted to-"
"Pietro..." Wanda snarled.
"Uh, right, then...um-bye!" he exclaimed with a nervous smile before dashing off.
***
"I think this looks good!" Lance said proudly as he overlooked the room.
"Great! I'll go get Wanda: SWEETUMS-!"
"Shut up Todd! She won't listen to you!" Lance snapped "WANDA!"
"WHAT?!" came the angry reply from downstairs.
"Come up here! We want to show you something!"
"Ugh! Fine" Wanda trudged up the stairs to see the three boys standing in front of her bedroom with smiles on their faces. They stepped aside to reveal the straightened door.
"Notice anything different?" Lance asked hopefully.
"No"
"Not yet!" Todd interjected "but you will!" He opened the door and Wanda looked around.
"I made the bed" Todd added. Wanda gave him an annoyed look and Fred and Lance both told him to be quiet.
The bed did look nice though. And everything seemed to be in order; even the broken lamps had been replaced. The only problem was the window. Fred had tired to glue the pieces back together, but that had failed.
"Uh, thanks guys" she said. The three just smiled and then left. **************************************************************************** *** Maz- Thanks! Stick around for a while and things will get real interesting :)