WOO! That was fast! But then again, didn't I say that I'd be shooting off
chapters like a mad woman? This chapter isn't as long as the last one, but
hey. I'm not a super human. I am ULTIMATE HUMAN! BAH HAHAHAHA HA HA!!!
Just kidding...
General information: Rollin' rollin' rollin'. Keep that plot line rollin'. Yes. Lurvely storyline gets turned around! WHEE! I'm still working out a few kinks, but that will all be remedied in a few days or so. HUZZAH!
DISCLAIMER: Amieva doesn't own anything related to X-Men, Excalibur, Avengers or Eggo Waffles.
Amieva: I never mentioned Eggo Waffles!
DISCLAIMER: You just did *grins victoriously*.
Amieva: *grumbles* I don't own them...
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Wanda helped him walk up the front steps.
"Y'know, Wanda. I think we should get kicked out of places more often. It really gives you a rush." John tossed his keys onto the front hall table.
"Yeah." she grunted sarcastically, trying to support his weight. "I can just feel the adrenaline pumping through me as we speak."
He laughed. "Now, there's no need to get snarkey about it, Sheila. Besides, I know something you don't."
Wanda heaved them into the living room and dropped John onto the couch. "Is that so?" she started piling pillows up on the couch to rest John's leg while she went to get the first aid kit.
When she returned from the kitchen, with the white box in hand, she found John reclining on the couch with a proud air about him. "Tell me, Mr. Allerdyce. What is it that you know, that I don't?" she sat down next to him and started pulling gauze and antiseptic out of the case.
"Oh, I don't know if I should tell ya. It's a dark family secret, and I don't know if you can be trusted with it." he teased.
Wanda raised an eyebrow. She prepared a sanitized bit of cotton to clean his wounds. "I can't be trusted?" she did a big pouty frown for his sake.
"Don't give me that look, love! You know I can't resist crying birds! OW! SHIT! What is that?!"
Wanda pulled the bit of fluff away from his eye. "It's called peroxide, dumby. It's going to make sure you don't die of infection."
"I think you're enjoying this."
Wanda smiled. "Am I really that transparent?" she watched John nod. "Oh yes. I derive great pleasure from watching you squirm in agony." she said sarcastically.
"I knew it!"
Wanda glared at him playfully. "Enough of that. What's your dark family secret, Johnny Bravo?"
"Ah ah," he shook his finger at her, "you'll have to beat it out of me."
She started cracking her knuckles. "That can be arranged."
John grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down to him. "Promise not to repeat this to anybody?" he whispered in her ear. She could tell by his voice that he was smiling.
Wanda nodded.
"Cross your heart?"
She nodded again, starting to get impatient.
John raised his head up and gently pressed his lips against hers.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER!"
Wanda fell off the couch into a heap on the floor (Oh! Who could it be?). "Pietro?!" she exclaimed in astonishment as a white haired teen stormed into the living room with his arms crossed over his lithe chest. She got up from the floor and raced over to her twin. "You're back!" she threw her arms around him and squeeled.
Pietro hugged her back. "Hey, Wanda." he pulled her off and looked back at the couch, where John was laying defenselessly. "What was going on?" he asked quickly.
Wanda wiped a bit of smudged red lipstick away from her mouth. "Uh... nothing." she laughed nervously. "How was Rome?"
"Rome?" Pietro regarded her quizzically, but then remembered the alibi he was supposed to be using. "ROME! Right! It was... er... Roman... hey, what happened to him?" he asked, indicating to a very injured looking John.
Wanda snorted. "School yard scuffle. No big deal. Sounds like you had fun."
"Yeah. A blast a minute... Where's dad?"
She scowled. "Another business meeting or something along those lines. He spends more time at that office of his than he does at home. I'm starting to wonder if maybe he's leading some sort of double life or something-" she saw the panic in Pietro's big blue eyes at her comment. "- Something wrong, Pey?"
John cleared his throat from over at the couch. He really didn't like being left out. "Are you almost finished with your little reunion? I'm still in need of medical attention."
Pietro glared at him. "It's nice to see you too, Allerdyce." he growled and turned his attention back to his sister. "Did you say dad was at the office?"
She nodded.
He smiled warmly and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks sis! I'll be back for supper. Tell the guys I'm home." he zipped up his jacket and headed for the front door. "And tell them to keep their DIRTY HANDS offa you!" he added as he disappeared out the door.
Wanda went back to the couch and knelt down next to John. She started cleaning his cuts again. "Why do I get the feeling that you aren't that popular amongst my family members?"
John shrugged and interrupted her cleaning by kissing her.
She pulled back, but only long enough to say "good point-"
~*~
KIKILONGO! I don't know how I'm going to live up to the last random interlude... hrmmm... thinkie thinkie thinkie... Ow... my brain hurts...
Jubilee: EWW! There's hair in the drain!
*Kurt and Rahne look at each other, then run/bamf*
Beast: Has anyone seen my shower cap?
... Erm... Yes... That's all I've got.
~*~
"That was close..." Pietro muttered as he did the finger print check at the front door of Magneto's lair. When Wanda told him that Magneto was at the 'office', he knew that meant he was at his base.
"Access Granted." the computer voice said mechanically. The door slid open to an eerie silence. The compound was cold and heartless. Absolutely no homey warmth. Pietro stalked down the hall to where he knew he could find Magneto. He couldn't help but grin to himself about all he had accomplished. He couldn't wait to show his father what he had done.
He passed the rec-room door and looked in. Jason Wyngarde was sitting on the leather sofa, watching some psychological thriller, clad only in a tee-shirt and tennis shorts. Pietro shuddered at the sight of him. He looked like a monkey!!! He continued down the hall at a relaxed pace, looking for his father's 'ready room' as Magneto liked to call it.
He knocked on the heavy metal door.
"Come in!" a mature voice called from inside. The door slid open, bidding Pietro's entrance.
Magneto was in conference with Sabretooth, but stopped talking when he saw his son walk into the room.
"Pietro." he said, motioning for Sabrethooth to leave the room. After the tall hairy man stalked out, Magneto pulled a metal chair up for him to sit in. "Report."
Pietro sat down. "Mystique is back in the area, father. And she's trying to gather a team together." he said with a devious smile.
Magneto sat down in his own high backed chair and steepled his fingers in thought. "Excellent work, Pietro," he chuckled. "This will be the last time she tries to thwart me. Her last attempt failed miserably." He leaned back in his seat, reminiscing about the shape shifter's latest plan. "It was rather clever, releasing Wanda from the asylum."
Pietro mimicked his father's pose. "I went to the house earlier, father. Wanda was there. Wasn't she supposed to be at school?"
"She and Pyro were expelled today."
"She wasn't causing trouble, was she?!"
Magneto shook his head slowly. "No. Apparently, you have to be one of Xavier's underlings in order to be a mutant attending public school."
Pietro snorted. "But Wanda doesn't know she has any powers! How could they-"
"-She has her powers back, Pietro!"
He gawked. The gears in his head started turning.
"Yes, I found it rather unsettling. I suppose it was only a matter of time." he sighed. "I only hope she doesn't get her memories back before I get the chance to get Master Mind to warp them. Until then, I don't know what I'm going to do with her..."
"You could have her join the Acolytes." Pietro stated boldly.
Magneto grimaced. "She would be a powerful ally, but I wouldn't put Wanda in that kind of danger."
So he COULD be fatherly once and a while. "She's going to find out about you eventually, father."
Magneto shot him and angry glare. "Watch your mouth, boy! I should punish you for your arrogance!"
Maybe not... "Don't get mad at me!" he started to quiver in fear when Magneto towered over him. "I saw something else while I was at the house!" he squeaked. Hopefully this new information will get him to forget he was mad at Pietro. "Pyro-"
"What about Pyro?!" he demanded.
"Pyro and Wanda were... uh..."
"OUT WITH IT!"
"THEYWERETOGETHERONTHECOUCH!"
Magneto stopped advancing on his son and went back to his chair slowly. He started laughing. "Of course they were together, you fool! I told Pyro to watch her."
Pietro smirked. "Oh, they were much closer than you might've liked, dad."
"WHAT?!?!"
~*~
Magneto pushed past Sabretooth and disappeared out the door of the base. Pietro walked calmly out of the office and stopped to stand next to the tall hairy cat-man.
"Hey shortie." Sabretooth snarled. He was about to say something snarky but stopped when he sniffed the air. "You?!"
Pietro put his finger to his lips and shushed Viktor. "Miss me, Vicky?" he said seductively (O.O! What the fudge?!).
Viktor frowned. "I really wish you wouldn't call me that in that form!"
Pietro pouted. "What's the matter, Vicky? Aren't happy to see me? It shouldn't matter what I look like, I'm still the same person I was that one special night, twenty years ago..." he started tracing circles on Viktor's chest.
He swatted his hand away. "What are you up to, Raven?" he demanded angrily.
Pietro started laughing, but that turned quite feminine as his body started to shift into that of a tall, blue-skinned woman with red hair. "Do you really need to ask?"
"You think you can get him this time." he smirked toothily. "Good luck, toots! Maggs has his brat out looking for you. It's only a matter of time until the real Quickie gets back and whatever scheme you've got goes down the drain."
"You idiot!" Mystique bonked Viktor over the head. "I'm not THAT careless! I've taken every precaution possible."
Sabretooth rubbed the spot on his head that she hit. "I was listening in on your conversation. Do you really have a team gathered?"
"Of course! I have a small team of young men that would follow me to the ends of the earth, as long as I keep them fed. Pietro's one of them."
"How did you convince him to betray his own father?!"
Mystique started examining her nails. "I have my methods."
"You seduced a teenaged boy..." he growled in amusement.
She looked like he had slapped her in the face. "Don't insult me, Creed! There was no need for that! He followed me willingly. When I told him I would reunite him with his estranged twin, and make sure his evil father would never bother them again, he was happy to help... I seduced him for fun." (ewww Mystique is icky!!!)
~*~
They had spent the last hour laughing together and making-out. John donned a quite a few bandages, but his injuries weren't nearly as bad as they seemed. He'd be completely healed within a few days; he could already walk properly without having to lean on anything. Wanda got changed into warmer clothing and started digging through the freezer for dinner.
She would've had a much easier time finding food if John hadn't snuck up behind her and hugged her around the waist. "It's all frozen." he mumbled into her neck.
Wanda rolled her eyes. "I haven't cooked it yet, dumby." she pulled a bag of peas out and slapped them onto his face. "Here, keep those on, it'll help with the black eye."
He held the frozen bag over his eye, still with one arm around her. "Oh yeah, I can only imagine how attractive this must be."
She twisted her head around so she could smooch his cheek (daww, isn't dat just so cute!) "It's better than looking like a raccoon."
"I could wear an eye-patch, but you shot that idea down right away."
"I'm not going to be seen in public with a guy who looks like a pirate."
"Oooh! So you plan on being seen in public with me, huh? I'm honoured."
Wanda scoffed. "I might even let you hold my hand sometimes."
"And what if I feel like performing some sort of public display of affection?"
Wanda was about to say something smart, but she was interrupted by a man's voice. "You won't, because you will release her if you want to live to see Thanksgiving."
"DAD!" Wanda jumped and spun around, forcing John off her in the process.
Pots and pans started flying around the room. "Wanda, get away from him!" Eric commanded, staring dangerously at his lackey.
Wanda screamed when a frying pan flew past her and crashed into the linoleum floor beside John. "DAD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Magneto stopped. All of the cookware fell to the floor. He was still breathing heavily from rage. He had lost control. He had almost hurt Wanda trying to get to Pyro. She was standing infront of him, protecting him from her father's threat. She was strong willed. "Sorry, Wanda. I didn't mean to frighten you." he magnetically lifted the discarded pots and pans and stacked them on the counter next to the sink. He then turned to Pyro, who stared back at him like a deer caught in headlights. "You, on the other hand."
John gulped and pushed Wanda aside, so he was standing face to face with his employer. "Wanda, it was nice knowing you..."
Wanda gawked at her father. "You're... a mutant too?"
Eric stopped advancing on the fire-bug. He absorbed at his daughter's look of awe and wonderment.
He knew he couldn't hide from her forever.
~*~
Peter carefully folded the last of his clothing and placed it in the large suitcase on his bed. It was going to be hard to say goodbye to his comrades in arms, but this was his final decision. He knew that Magneto would be furious, and probably try to harm his family, but the Professor assured him that they would be out of danger when they arrived on Muir Island.
Charles Xavier was a kind man for arranging for the Rasputin family to be shipped off to Scotland, and away from Magneto's threats. He would be eternally grateful. He had made plans with Remy to get him to the Institute without Magneto noticing before it was too late. The two of them would slip out and then meet Kitty and Kurt at the Public Library. Then, Peter, Kitty and Kurt would go back to the mansion, and Colossus would join the X-Men.
He was still worried that Magneto might come after him for defecting, but Xavier had said he would take care of it.
Peter decided it would be best not to tell John about his plans. For some odd reason, St.John Allerdyce was loyal to the mutated tyrant. He would more than likely go and ruin all of his plans. John was a good man, but not the most trustworthy person in existence.
Remy walked into the room, wearing his new trench coat - he had found his last one in shambles - and tossed Peter his leather jacket. "Time t'go, homme."
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*sniffle* Peter go bye bye? Sorry for any confusion, I'm just keepin' y'all on your toes. You never know what I'll do next! Unless you're taineyah... : P
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Bai-Bai!
Just kidding...
General information: Rollin' rollin' rollin'. Keep that plot line rollin'. Yes. Lurvely storyline gets turned around! WHEE! I'm still working out a few kinks, but that will all be remedied in a few days or so. HUZZAH!
DISCLAIMER: Amieva doesn't own anything related to X-Men, Excalibur, Avengers or Eggo Waffles.
Amieva: I never mentioned Eggo Waffles!
DISCLAIMER: You just did *grins victoriously*.
Amieva: *grumbles* I don't own them...
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Wanda helped him walk up the front steps.
"Y'know, Wanda. I think we should get kicked out of places more often. It really gives you a rush." John tossed his keys onto the front hall table.
"Yeah." she grunted sarcastically, trying to support his weight. "I can just feel the adrenaline pumping through me as we speak."
He laughed. "Now, there's no need to get snarkey about it, Sheila. Besides, I know something you don't."
Wanda heaved them into the living room and dropped John onto the couch. "Is that so?" she started piling pillows up on the couch to rest John's leg while she went to get the first aid kit.
When she returned from the kitchen, with the white box in hand, she found John reclining on the couch with a proud air about him. "Tell me, Mr. Allerdyce. What is it that you know, that I don't?" she sat down next to him and started pulling gauze and antiseptic out of the case.
"Oh, I don't know if I should tell ya. It's a dark family secret, and I don't know if you can be trusted with it." he teased.
Wanda raised an eyebrow. She prepared a sanitized bit of cotton to clean his wounds. "I can't be trusted?" she did a big pouty frown for his sake.
"Don't give me that look, love! You know I can't resist crying birds! OW! SHIT! What is that?!"
Wanda pulled the bit of fluff away from his eye. "It's called peroxide, dumby. It's going to make sure you don't die of infection."
"I think you're enjoying this."
Wanda smiled. "Am I really that transparent?" she watched John nod. "Oh yes. I derive great pleasure from watching you squirm in agony." she said sarcastically.
"I knew it!"
Wanda glared at him playfully. "Enough of that. What's your dark family secret, Johnny Bravo?"
"Ah ah," he shook his finger at her, "you'll have to beat it out of me."
She started cracking her knuckles. "That can be arranged."
John grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down to him. "Promise not to repeat this to anybody?" he whispered in her ear. She could tell by his voice that he was smiling.
Wanda nodded.
"Cross your heart?"
She nodded again, starting to get impatient.
John raised his head up and gently pressed his lips against hers.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER!"
Wanda fell off the couch into a heap on the floor (Oh! Who could it be?). "Pietro?!" she exclaimed in astonishment as a white haired teen stormed into the living room with his arms crossed over his lithe chest. She got up from the floor and raced over to her twin. "You're back!" she threw her arms around him and squeeled.
Pietro hugged her back. "Hey, Wanda." he pulled her off and looked back at the couch, where John was laying defenselessly. "What was going on?" he asked quickly.
Wanda wiped a bit of smudged red lipstick away from her mouth. "Uh... nothing." she laughed nervously. "How was Rome?"
"Rome?" Pietro regarded her quizzically, but then remembered the alibi he was supposed to be using. "ROME! Right! It was... er... Roman... hey, what happened to him?" he asked, indicating to a very injured looking John.
Wanda snorted. "School yard scuffle. No big deal. Sounds like you had fun."
"Yeah. A blast a minute... Where's dad?"
She scowled. "Another business meeting or something along those lines. He spends more time at that office of his than he does at home. I'm starting to wonder if maybe he's leading some sort of double life or something-" she saw the panic in Pietro's big blue eyes at her comment. "- Something wrong, Pey?"
John cleared his throat from over at the couch. He really didn't like being left out. "Are you almost finished with your little reunion? I'm still in need of medical attention."
Pietro glared at him. "It's nice to see you too, Allerdyce." he growled and turned his attention back to his sister. "Did you say dad was at the office?"
She nodded.
He smiled warmly and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks sis! I'll be back for supper. Tell the guys I'm home." he zipped up his jacket and headed for the front door. "And tell them to keep their DIRTY HANDS offa you!" he added as he disappeared out the door.
Wanda went back to the couch and knelt down next to John. She started cleaning his cuts again. "Why do I get the feeling that you aren't that popular amongst my family members?"
John shrugged and interrupted her cleaning by kissing her.
She pulled back, but only long enough to say "good point-"
~*~
KIKILONGO! I don't know how I'm going to live up to the last random interlude... hrmmm... thinkie thinkie thinkie... Ow... my brain hurts...
Jubilee: EWW! There's hair in the drain!
*Kurt and Rahne look at each other, then run/bamf*
Beast: Has anyone seen my shower cap?
... Erm... Yes... That's all I've got.
~*~
"That was close..." Pietro muttered as he did the finger print check at the front door of Magneto's lair. When Wanda told him that Magneto was at the 'office', he knew that meant he was at his base.
"Access Granted." the computer voice said mechanically. The door slid open to an eerie silence. The compound was cold and heartless. Absolutely no homey warmth. Pietro stalked down the hall to where he knew he could find Magneto. He couldn't help but grin to himself about all he had accomplished. He couldn't wait to show his father what he had done.
He passed the rec-room door and looked in. Jason Wyngarde was sitting on the leather sofa, watching some psychological thriller, clad only in a tee-shirt and tennis shorts. Pietro shuddered at the sight of him. He looked like a monkey!!! He continued down the hall at a relaxed pace, looking for his father's 'ready room' as Magneto liked to call it.
He knocked on the heavy metal door.
"Come in!" a mature voice called from inside. The door slid open, bidding Pietro's entrance.
Magneto was in conference with Sabretooth, but stopped talking when he saw his son walk into the room.
"Pietro." he said, motioning for Sabrethooth to leave the room. After the tall hairy man stalked out, Magneto pulled a metal chair up for him to sit in. "Report."
Pietro sat down. "Mystique is back in the area, father. And she's trying to gather a team together." he said with a devious smile.
Magneto sat down in his own high backed chair and steepled his fingers in thought. "Excellent work, Pietro," he chuckled. "This will be the last time she tries to thwart me. Her last attempt failed miserably." He leaned back in his seat, reminiscing about the shape shifter's latest plan. "It was rather clever, releasing Wanda from the asylum."
Pietro mimicked his father's pose. "I went to the house earlier, father. Wanda was there. Wasn't she supposed to be at school?"
"She and Pyro were expelled today."
"She wasn't causing trouble, was she?!"
Magneto shook his head slowly. "No. Apparently, you have to be one of Xavier's underlings in order to be a mutant attending public school."
Pietro snorted. "But Wanda doesn't know she has any powers! How could they-"
"-She has her powers back, Pietro!"
He gawked. The gears in his head started turning.
"Yes, I found it rather unsettling. I suppose it was only a matter of time." he sighed. "I only hope she doesn't get her memories back before I get the chance to get Master Mind to warp them. Until then, I don't know what I'm going to do with her..."
"You could have her join the Acolytes." Pietro stated boldly.
Magneto grimaced. "She would be a powerful ally, but I wouldn't put Wanda in that kind of danger."
So he COULD be fatherly once and a while. "She's going to find out about you eventually, father."
Magneto shot him and angry glare. "Watch your mouth, boy! I should punish you for your arrogance!"
Maybe not... "Don't get mad at me!" he started to quiver in fear when Magneto towered over him. "I saw something else while I was at the house!" he squeaked. Hopefully this new information will get him to forget he was mad at Pietro. "Pyro-"
"What about Pyro?!" he demanded.
"Pyro and Wanda were... uh..."
"OUT WITH IT!"
"THEYWERETOGETHERONTHECOUCH!"
Magneto stopped advancing on his son and went back to his chair slowly. He started laughing. "Of course they were together, you fool! I told Pyro to watch her."
Pietro smirked. "Oh, they were much closer than you might've liked, dad."
"WHAT?!?!"
~*~
Magneto pushed past Sabretooth and disappeared out the door of the base. Pietro walked calmly out of the office and stopped to stand next to the tall hairy cat-man.
"Hey shortie." Sabretooth snarled. He was about to say something snarky but stopped when he sniffed the air. "You?!"
Pietro put his finger to his lips and shushed Viktor. "Miss me, Vicky?" he said seductively (O.O! What the fudge?!).
Viktor frowned. "I really wish you wouldn't call me that in that form!"
Pietro pouted. "What's the matter, Vicky? Aren't happy to see me? It shouldn't matter what I look like, I'm still the same person I was that one special night, twenty years ago..." he started tracing circles on Viktor's chest.
He swatted his hand away. "What are you up to, Raven?" he demanded angrily.
Pietro started laughing, but that turned quite feminine as his body started to shift into that of a tall, blue-skinned woman with red hair. "Do you really need to ask?"
"You think you can get him this time." he smirked toothily. "Good luck, toots! Maggs has his brat out looking for you. It's only a matter of time until the real Quickie gets back and whatever scheme you've got goes down the drain."
"You idiot!" Mystique bonked Viktor over the head. "I'm not THAT careless! I've taken every precaution possible."
Sabretooth rubbed the spot on his head that she hit. "I was listening in on your conversation. Do you really have a team gathered?"
"Of course! I have a small team of young men that would follow me to the ends of the earth, as long as I keep them fed. Pietro's one of them."
"How did you convince him to betray his own father?!"
Mystique started examining her nails. "I have my methods."
"You seduced a teenaged boy..." he growled in amusement.
She looked like he had slapped her in the face. "Don't insult me, Creed! There was no need for that! He followed me willingly. When I told him I would reunite him with his estranged twin, and make sure his evil father would never bother them again, he was happy to help... I seduced him for fun." (ewww Mystique is icky!!!)
~*~
They had spent the last hour laughing together and making-out. John donned a quite a few bandages, but his injuries weren't nearly as bad as they seemed. He'd be completely healed within a few days; he could already walk properly without having to lean on anything. Wanda got changed into warmer clothing and started digging through the freezer for dinner.
She would've had a much easier time finding food if John hadn't snuck up behind her and hugged her around the waist. "It's all frozen." he mumbled into her neck.
Wanda rolled her eyes. "I haven't cooked it yet, dumby." she pulled a bag of peas out and slapped them onto his face. "Here, keep those on, it'll help with the black eye."
He held the frozen bag over his eye, still with one arm around her. "Oh yeah, I can only imagine how attractive this must be."
She twisted her head around so she could smooch his cheek (daww, isn't dat just so cute!) "It's better than looking like a raccoon."
"I could wear an eye-patch, but you shot that idea down right away."
"I'm not going to be seen in public with a guy who looks like a pirate."
"Oooh! So you plan on being seen in public with me, huh? I'm honoured."
Wanda scoffed. "I might even let you hold my hand sometimes."
"And what if I feel like performing some sort of public display of affection?"
Wanda was about to say something smart, but she was interrupted by a man's voice. "You won't, because you will release her if you want to live to see Thanksgiving."
"DAD!" Wanda jumped and spun around, forcing John off her in the process.
Pots and pans started flying around the room. "Wanda, get away from him!" Eric commanded, staring dangerously at his lackey.
Wanda screamed when a frying pan flew past her and crashed into the linoleum floor beside John. "DAD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Magneto stopped. All of the cookware fell to the floor. He was still breathing heavily from rage. He had lost control. He had almost hurt Wanda trying to get to Pyro. She was standing infront of him, protecting him from her father's threat. She was strong willed. "Sorry, Wanda. I didn't mean to frighten you." he magnetically lifted the discarded pots and pans and stacked them on the counter next to the sink. He then turned to Pyro, who stared back at him like a deer caught in headlights. "You, on the other hand."
John gulped and pushed Wanda aside, so he was standing face to face with his employer. "Wanda, it was nice knowing you..."
Wanda gawked at her father. "You're... a mutant too?"
Eric stopped advancing on the fire-bug. He absorbed at his daughter's look of awe and wonderment.
He knew he couldn't hide from her forever.
~*~
Peter carefully folded the last of his clothing and placed it in the large suitcase on his bed. It was going to be hard to say goodbye to his comrades in arms, but this was his final decision. He knew that Magneto would be furious, and probably try to harm his family, but the Professor assured him that they would be out of danger when they arrived on Muir Island.
Charles Xavier was a kind man for arranging for the Rasputin family to be shipped off to Scotland, and away from Magneto's threats. He would be eternally grateful. He had made plans with Remy to get him to the Institute without Magneto noticing before it was too late. The two of them would slip out and then meet Kitty and Kurt at the Public Library. Then, Peter, Kitty and Kurt would go back to the mansion, and Colossus would join the X-Men.
He was still worried that Magneto might come after him for defecting, but Xavier had said he would take care of it.
Peter decided it would be best not to tell John about his plans. For some odd reason, St.John Allerdyce was loyal to the mutated tyrant. He would more than likely go and ruin all of his plans. John was a good man, but not the most trustworthy person in existence.
Remy walked into the room, wearing his new trench coat - he had found his last one in shambles - and tossed Peter his leather jacket. "Time t'go, homme."
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*sniffle* Peter go bye bye? Sorry for any confusion, I'm just keepin' y'all on your toes. You never know what I'll do next! Unless you're taineyah... : P
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Bai-Bai!
