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Chapter 3
"You've been brought here for one reason, to destroy them before they destroy you!" The woman said looking at the line of people, her followers. She had promised them everything. She ran a hand through her salt and pepper hair. "All of you are here because mutants have ruined your life. They have killed your family members, and they'll kill you too. They are the next link in Evolution, but are we going to let them wipe us off the face of the earth?" She finished and looks at her sheep.
"No, ma'am." They all screamed simultaneously. They didn't look like much, but they were her army. They were all of various ages and backgrounds. Some of them weren't smart, others were racist and bigoted to begin with, but most of them wanted vengeance.
"The mission I've planned, will only need one or two of you. Don't worry, you will all get a go sooner or later. There is a meeting in New York City, a mutant support group. There are about 400 people there, while only half of them are mutant, the other half are their families and or supporters. We will infiltrate and set the bomb." She stated eagerly. Her lackeys looked so eager to be the ones to set the bomb. She had been planning her attacks and building her army for three years. She decided to start small before doing the big things that could wipe the mutant race off the planet. She would have fun watching them squirm, and if her plan worked correctly then the mutants would attack back, and then the war would be on.
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Kurt walked into the kitchen. It was empty, which was common for this early on a Sunday morning. He quickly made his breakfast and ate it quietly. He enjoyed the silence on Sunday morning before church. He teleported to the sink and washed of his plate and put it in the dishwasher. He walked toward the staircase to go to his room, when he heard the doorbell ring. He looked at his watch. It was nine in the morning. He stood there and pondered who could be at the door this early in the morning. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud incessant knocking that was now coming from the door. He reached for the door so that the person would not wake up the whole mansion. He looked outside the door and his eyes got huge.
"Where-is-my-sister?" Pietro said loudly to a still shocked Kurt.
"Vhat?"
"My sister, I know she is here." He said from behind Kurt.
"I don't know vhat you are talking about?" He said, seeing the rage build up in the other man's eyes.
"Where is she?" He asked again. Kurt studied Pietro's face, instead of his calm and cool exterior he had a while back, worry riddled his face. "If you don't tell me, I will find her." Pietro stated with a look of determination on his face only rivaled by Magneto. The look in his eyes reminded Kurt of exactly who he was talking to.
"Vhy vould ve have your sizter?"
"It's ok, Kurt." The professor said from the staircase. "I assure you. Wanda is fine. Would you like to come up to my office to talk about it?"
"I want to see her first."
"Very well, Kurt will you take Pietro to the med lab and then up to my office. Pietro Mr. McCoy will bring you up to speed on your sister's condition." Kurt nodded.
"She wouldn't have a condition if you people would of left her the hell alone."
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"How did you know she was here?" Hank asked, when he saw Pietro. He was glad her brother had shown up, because he had no one to call, but it amazed him that Pietro was already here only three hours after Scott had carried Wanda into the med lab.
"I-knew-where-she-was. That is what she does every anniversary of our father's death. I go and pick her up, and when she never called I went down there and the bartender told me that some girl to colored hair and funny glasses took her. I knew exactly where to look." He replied in his usual fast tone only slowing down after the first sentence. Hank lifted one of his eyebrows when Pietro had mentioned his father's death, but the boy didn't notice, he was to busy trying to push by to see his sister.
"According to Scott your sister showed some amazing physical strength, last night. She kicked a man seven inches taller and about a hundred pounds heavier than she was into a wall..."
"Is-she-ok?"
"Yes, Rogue barely touched her. The alcohol in her system made her pass out way sooner than she should have. She already regained consciousness on the ride here, right now she is sleeping it off. We are monitoring her because we have no clue what Rogue's powers can do to someone extremely intoxicated." He noticed Pietro watching his sister intently through the glass. For the first time, Hank noticed how he looked far different from the last time they had seen each other. He looked dangerously more like his father, even in statute. He watched Pietro eyes dart around the room before landing on his sister's clothes in pile on the side, and his sister in the gown.
"Which-one-of-you-pervs-undressed-her?"
Some things never change.
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Pietro fidgeted in his seat and looked around the professor's office. It was funny how the place still made him uncomfortable. He heard the door open, and he turned around fast, revealing Scott, Jean, Rogue, and the Professor. Pietro sighed; he didn't want to deal with this. The professor sensed his uncomfortableness.
"This won't take long." He said, quickly putting his fingers to his head. He looked to be in deep thought, after a moment he stopped and looked shocked. "Jean, turn on the news."
Jean walked across the room and turned on the news. There was a brown haired woman on the screen and behind her was a demolished building.
"At eight thirty this morning, people were woken out of their beds at the sound of a loud explosion coming from this building behind me. The fire department has stated that the explosion was in fact caused by a bomb. There are no suspects at this time. Unfortunately at the time there was a mutant support meeting being held in this building, there were some 400 people in the building and there are no survivors. This event rekindles the fear of most American that a war is com..." Jean shut the tv off. No one knew what to say.
"Oh Shit! I have really got to get out of here." Pietro screamed standing up fast and racing to the door.
I don't feel comfortable having your sister leave right now. Professor X projected into Pietro's brain. At that moment a phone rang. I have got to get this. Pietro told the professor telepathically as he stepped out into the hallway. The door was not shut so they could still hear most of his conversation.
"Yeah, I saw it . . . we weren't expecting this . . . it isn't our fault the trail was cold or almost six months . . . I don't think that is a good idea . . . I really really don't think that is a good idea . . . fine . . . bye." Pietro stepped back into the room. He looked straight at the professor. "I guess me n' you gotta talk."
"Me and you or me, you and the instructors?"
"Whatever floats your boat, bal . . . professor."
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Wanda rolled over and opened her eyes. She looked around at her surroundings. Her head was pounding, and everything about the night before was especially fuzzy. At first glance it looked she was in the hospital, but on closer inspection she could see that there weren't anymore rooms. "Ah great I'm in flashback hell." She looked at the monitors she was hooked up to. No needles, the only things on her body were sticky things to check brain waves and such. She shuddered at the memory of her trying to escape the asylum when she was fourteen. This would be a piece of cake. She quickly pulled them off and grabbed her clothes. The second she got done get dressed, she heard a knock at the door. Wanda whipped around and saw the redhead, and the memories from the night before suddenly came to her. Jean was surprised when she didn't see any rage in Wanda's eyes. She seemed remarkably well put together.
"Disappointed that I ain't going homicidal on ya, love? I've made an amends with most of my demons." Wanda said looking down.
"Didn't look that way last night?"
"Well, I ain't made amends with the demons present on the particular date. So I get stone drunk on the anniversary of my father's death, why should you care, what I do?" Jean looked slightly shocked at this statement.
"Well, one could say that the position you put yourself in was bad. I mean, dressed like that." Wanda rolled her eyes.
"You ain't my momma, who says I wasn't out looking for trouble. It would have helped my night a hell of a lot to get laid."
"Sorry." Jean remedied quickly. "What is with the British thing?" She had noticed between last night and this morning Wanda said love a lot.
"The stuff you pick up over seas." Wanda said shaking her head.
"Why were you there?" Wanda looked at her suspiciously. She didn't really want to tell her, but anything to show Ms. Perfect up would be wonderful.
"I was at Oxford." Jean's eyes widened.
"As in the university?"
"Yeah, is there any other?" Wanda said sarcastically.
"No, I guess not." She replied sheepishly. "I'll go tell your brother that you are awake." She said as she was leaving.
"Wait, take me up there." Jean shrugged as Wanda followed.
They reached the professor's office and Scott was waiting outside the door.
"What's going on?" Jean asked.
"Who knows..." Scott said pointing at the door. "Up and about are we?"
"Why don't you go be a gentlemen and go hunt me down some Tylenol? I have a feeling today is gonna be a long day." She said pushing past him, but before she could open the door, the professor called her in. "That freaks the hell out of me." She opened the door and walked in. Scott watched her as she walked into the next room, she turned around and smiled at him sweetly before closing the door. Scott felt something hit him in the arm hard.
"What was that?" Jean said with attitude.
"I didn't do anything." Scott stated loudly. Jean gave him a look that she was going to let the subject alone, for now.
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"Has my brother gotten any words out yet?" She said still standing in the back of the room.
"Not really." Logan said annoyingly. "This is worthless. There's an attack on mutants and he's here wasting time." The twins looked at each other for a couple moments, and then they both nodded.
"Listen, claws, you are gonna want to hear this. It is monumentally important. So if you can get your head out of your ass and listen up it may do you some good. Got it, love?"
Pietro chuckled.
"Go ahead talk." Ororo nudged the boy politely. When she saw him, she instantly thought of Evan, who stayed with the Morlocks. She smiled bitter sweetly. Every once in a while there would be random letters or cards left in her room by Evan. It made her feel great to know he was fine.
"The attack Wanda and I know who did it." Pietro spat out. "About a year after Albany, my sister and I were recruited by the government. Now our time there was supposed to be short. We were to tell them of any of Da . . . Magneto's bases were and any other information to stop his followers from finishing what he started. We ended up staying."
Logan scoffed, letting his distrust of the twins be known. "Chuck, why don't you probe his head to see if he is telling us the truth."
"I can't him and his sister both have mental blocks that I can't even fathom. I can get to their surface thoughts, but that's it."
"Proof that in some way our father did love us." Wanda stated. "If a sentinel attacked this place right now, me and Pey would be untouched."
"I still don't trust them." Logan spat out. He could feel Wanda glare at him, and he actually slumped in his seat. What am I doing? He asked himself as he sat back up. Wanda moved to the front and stood next to her brother.
"Maybe you will trust an old colleague of yours. Steve Rodgers a.k.a. Captain America. I think you know him. He heads up our little operation." Wolverine slunk back down in his chair. Ororo shook her head.
"Please continue." Wanda cleared her throat, and took over for her brother.
"For the past three years, we have been trying to figure out what Audrey Micheals is up to, and for the past six months the trail has been cold. We even suspected that she could be dead, because well, she's old. That was until this morning."
"Are you positive it was her? Anyone can set off a bomb." Ororo asked.
"We know for a fact. Cap has a security tape of her leaving the building right before the bomb. She is ruthless. She left her lackeys in there." Pietro finished. "Essentially she is our father just the other way around."
"Why are you telling us this? Why don't ya and your group do something about it?" Logan asked.
"We were working to make sure this attack never happened, and we failed miserably. Most of our teammates are running governmental damage control and things of this nature. Our new mission is to keep it from happening again, so we can prevent war blah blah blah." Pietro said matter of factly. He was so bored. He felt like he was talking to six year olds.
"Still doesn't tell us why you are telling us?"
"We need help."
"Would you two step outside?" Professor X asked. As soon as the two left the room, the remaining adults started their conversation. "I can't get deep in their heads, but on the surface they are telling the truth."
"I think we should help." Ororo stated. "Whaddya think, Logan?"
"Actually I some what trust them. There is no way they'd know about Cap."
The twins reentered.
"We're in." Hank said quickly.
"Ok," Wanda said. "Pey is gonna go get some of our stuff, and go for some more reinforcements. This should give you enough time to get your X-men together, well your adult x-men."
"Yeah, preteen armies aren't really our style." Pietro said arrogantly. He saw the look on the professor's face. Wanda stepped in.
"This could be a threat like none other, and adolescents really shouldn't have to deal with fighting, believe me I know. We won't need them unless things get really out of hand, and I'm fairly confident that it won't get that far." The twins went out the door, as the people in the room watched them leave in shock. The door shut.
"I always have to bail you out, pey."
"I am perfect."
"You let your mouth and ego get away with you. Let's go get our stuff."
In the office the remaining adults were beginning to regain their composure.
"Were they just orderin' us around?" Logan asked defensively.
"Ororo, will you go out and tell Wanda not to leave? I would feel more comfortable if she stayed in the med lab for a while longer." Ororo nodded and left the room. Logan stood up. "Logan, do not mention any of this to anyone yet?" Logan nodded as he left the room. He just wanted to go back to bed.
"I have a question." Hank said.
"What?"
"Why do those kids think Eric is dead?"
"What makes you say that?"
"In the med lab, Pietro said that Wanda goes off on one of her benders every anniversary of their father's death." Professor X looked thoughtful for a moment. "I figured he would have tried to contact his children by now, even if he was in prison."
"I think I need to visit my old friend."
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AN: I know this is exposition suckatude, and it seems like this is Pietro Wanda fic, but it isn't. They are just how the fic begins. If no one has read the comics just an FYI: Pietro and Wanda left the brother hood and joined a group called the Avengers. They will only be mentioned a couple of times, I promise. Next chapter has some Avalanchey goodness baked right in. Also, three chapters in a week wow. I had chapter three all planned out and this is maybe only the front of the page. so chapter four is already planned, but I have a paper and an exam coming up so it may not be up for a while.
Chapter 3
"You've been brought here for one reason, to destroy them before they destroy you!" The woman said looking at the line of people, her followers. She had promised them everything. She ran a hand through her salt and pepper hair. "All of you are here because mutants have ruined your life. They have killed your family members, and they'll kill you too. They are the next link in Evolution, but are we going to let them wipe us off the face of the earth?" She finished and looks at her sheep.
"No, ma'am." They all screamed simultaneously. They didn't look like much, but they were her army. They were all of various ages and backgrounds. Some of them weren't smart, others were racist and bigoted to begin with, but most of them wanted vengeance.
"The mission I've planned, will only need one or two of you. Don't worry, you will all get a go sooner or later. There is a meeting in New York City, a mutant support group. There are about 400 people there, while only half of them are mutant, the other half are their families and or supporters. We will infiltrate and set the bomb." She stated eagerly. Her lackeys looked so eager to be the ones to set the bomb. She had been planning her attacks and building her army for three years. She decided to start small before doing the big things that could wipe the mutant race off the planet. She would have fun watching them squirm, and if her plan worked correctly then the mutants would attack back, and then the war would be on.
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Kurt walked into the kitchen. It was empty, which was common for this early on a Sunday morning. He quickly made his breakfast and ate it quietly. He enjoyed the silence on Sunday morning before church. He teleported to the sink and washed of his plate and put it in the dishwasher. He walked toward the staircase to go to his room, when he heard the doorbell ring. He looked at his watch. It was nine in the morning. He stood there and pondered who could be at the door this early in the morning. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud incessant knocking that was now coming from the door. He reached for the door so that the person would not wake up the whole mansion. He looked outside the door and his eyes got huge.
"Where-is-my-sister?" Pietro said loudly to a still shocked Kurt.
"Vhat?"
"My sister, I know she is here." He said from behind Kurt.
"I don't know vhat you are talking about?" He said, seeing the rage build up in the other man's eyes.
"Where is she?" He asked again. Kurt studied Pietro's face, instead of his calm and cool exterior he had a while back, worry riddled his face. "If you don't tell me, I will find her." Pietro stated with a look of determination on his face only rivaled by Magneto. The look in his eyes reminded Kurt of exactly who he was talking to.
"Vhy vould ve have your sizter?"
"It's ok, Kurt." The professor said from the staircase. "I assure you. Wanda is fine. Would you like to come up to my office to talk about it?"
"I want to see her first."
"Very well, Kurt will you take Pietro to the med lab and then up to my office. Pietro Mr. McCoy will bring you up to speed on your sister's condition." Kurt nodded.
"She wouldn't have a condition if you people would of left her the hell alone."
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"How did you know she was here?" Hank asked, when he saw Pietro. He was glad her brother had shown up, because he had no one to call, but it amazed him that Pietro was already here only three hours after Scott had carried Wanda into the med lab.
"I-knew-where-she-was. That is what she does every anniversary of our father's death. I go and pick her up, and when she never called I went down there and the bartender told me that some girl to colored hair and funny glasses took her. I knew exactly where to look." He replied in his usual fast tone only slowing down after the first sentence. Hank lifted one of his eyebrows when Pietro had mentioned his father's death, but the boy didn't notice, he was to busy trying to push by to see his sister.
"According to Scott your sister showed some amazing physical strength, last night. She kicked a man seven inches taller and about a hundred pounds heavier than she was into a wall..."
"Is-she-ok?"
"Yes, Rogue barely touched her. The alcohol in her system made her pass out way sooner than she should have. She already regained consciousness on the ride here, right now she is sleeping it off. We are monitoring her because we have no clue what Rogue's powers can do to someone extremely intoxicated." He noticed Pietro watching his sister intently through the glass. For the first time, Hank noticed how he looked far different from the last time they had seen each other. He looked dangerously more like his father, even in statute. He watched Pietro eyes dart around the room before landing on his sister's clothes in pile on the side, and his sister in the gown.
"Which-one-of-you-pervs-undressed-her?"
Some things never change.
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Pietro fidgeted in his seat and looked around the professor's office. It was funny how the place still made him uncomfortable. He heard the door open, and he turned around fast, revealing Scott, Jean, Rogue, and the Professor. Pietro sighed; he didn't want to deal with this. The professor sensed his uncomfortableness.
"This won't take long." He said, quickly putting his fingers to his head. He looked to be in deep thought, after a moment he stopped and looked shocked. "Jean, turn on the news."
Jean walked across the room and turned on the news. There was a brown haired woman on the screen and behind her was a demolished building.
"At eight thirty this morning, people were woken out of their beds at the sound of a loud explosion coming from this building behind me. The fire department has stated that the explosion was in fact caused by a bomb. There are no suspects at this time. Unfortunately at the time there was a mutant support meeting being held in this building, there were some 400 people in the building and there are no survivors. This event rekindles the fear of most American that a war is com..." Jean shut the tv off. No one knew what to say.
"Oh Shit! I have really got to get out of here." Pietro screamed standing up fast and racing to the door.
I don't feel comfortable having your sister leave right now. Professor X projected into Pietro's brain. At that moment a phone rang. I have got to get this. Pietro told the professor telepathically as he stepped out into the hallway. The door was not shut so they could still hear most of his conversation.
"Yeah, I saw it . . . we weren't expecting this . . . it isn't our fault the trail was cold or almost six months . . . I don't think that is a good idea . . . I really really don't think that is a good idea . . . fine . . . bye." Pietro stepped back into the room. He looked straight at the professor. "I guess me n' you gotta talk."
"Me and you or me, you and the instructors?"
"Whatever floats your boat, bal . . . professor."
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Wanda rolled over and opened her eyes. She looked around at her surroundings. Her head was pounding, and everything about the night before was especially fuzzy. At first glance it looked she was in the hospital, but on closer inspection she could see that there weren't anymore rooms. "Ah great I'm in flashback hell." She looked at the monitors she was hooked up to. No needles, the only things on her body were sticky things to check brain waves and such. She shuddered at the memory of her trying to escape the asylum when she was fourteen. This would be a piece of cake. She quickly pulled them off and grabbed her clothes. The second she got done get dressed, she heard a knock at the door. Wanda whipped around and saw the redhead, and the memories from the night before suddenly came to her. Jean was surprised when she didn't see any rage in Wanda's eyes. She seemed remarkably well put together.
"Disappointed that I ain't going homicidal on ya, love? I've made an amends with most of my demons." Wanda said looking down.
"Didn't look that way last night?"
"Well, I ain't made amends with the demons present on the particular date. So I get stone drunk on the anniversary of my father's death, why should you care, what I do?" Jean looked slightly shocked at this statement.
"Well, one could say that the position you put yourself in was bad. I mean, dressed like that." Wanda rolled her eyes.
"You ain't my momma, who says I wasn't out looking for trouble. It would have helped my night a hell of a lot to get laid."
"Sorry." Jean remedied quickly. "What is with the British thing?" She had noticed between last night and this morning Wanda said love a lot.
"The stuff you pick up over seas." Wanda said shaking her head.
"Why were you there?" Wanda looked at her suspiciously. She didn't really want to tell her, but anything to show Ms. Perfect up would be wonderful.
"I was at Oxford." Jean's eyes widened.
"As in the university?"
"Yeah, is there any other?" Wanda said sarcastically.
"No, I guess not." She replied sheepishly. "I'll go tell your brother that you are awake." She said as she was leaving.
"Wait, take me up there." Jean shrugged as Wanda followed.
They reached the professor's office and Scott was waiting outside the door.
"What's going on?" Jean asked.
"Who knows..." Scott said pointing at the door. "Up and about are we?"
"Why don't you go be a gentlemen and go hunt me down some Tylenol? I have a feeling today is gonna be a long day." She said pushing past him, but before she could open the door, the professor called her in. "That freaks the hell out of me." She opened the door and walked in. Scott watched her as she walked into the next room, she turned around and smiled at him sweetly before closing the door. Scott felt something hit him in the arm hard.
"What was that?" Jean said with attitude.
"I didn't do anything." Scott stated loudly. Jean gave him a look that she was going to let the subject alone, for now.
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"Has my brother gotten any words out yet?" She said still standing in the back of the room.
"Not really." Logan said annoyingly. "This is worthless. There's an attack on mutants and he's here wasting time." The twins looked at each other for a couple moments, and then they both nodded.
"Listen, claws, you are gonna want to hear this. It is monumentally important. So if you can get your head out of your ass and listen up it may do you some good. Got it, love?"
Pietro chuckled.
"Go ahead talk." Ororo nudged the boy politely. When she saw him, she instantly thought of Evan, who stayed with the Morlocks. She smiled bitter sweetly. Every once in a while there would be random letters or cards left in her room by Evan. It made her feel great to know he was fine.
"The attack Wanda and I know who did it." Pietro spat out. "About a year after Albany, my sister and I were recruited by the government. Now our time there was supposed to be short. We were to tell them of any of Da . . . Magneto's bases were and any other information to stop his followers from finishing what he started. We ended up staying."
Logan scoffed, letting his distrust of the twins be known. "Chuck, why don't you probe his head to see if he is telling us the truth."
"I can't him and his sister both have mental blocks that I can't even fathom. I can get to their surface thoughts, but that's it."
"Proof that in some way our father did love us." Wanda stated. "If a sentinel attacked this place right now, me and Pey would be untouched."
"I still don't trust them." Logan spat out. He could feel Wanda glare at him, and he actually slumped in his seat. What am I doing? He asked himself as he sat back up. Wanda moved to the front and stood next to her brother.
"Maybe you will trust an old colleague of yours. Steve Rodgers a.k.a. Captain America. I think you know him. He heads up our little operation." Wolverine slunk back down in his chair. Ororo shook her head.
"Please continue." Wanda cleared her throat, and took over for her brother.
"For the past three years, we have been trying to figure out what Audrey Micheals is up to, and for the past six months the trail has been cold. We even suspected that she could be dead, because well, she's old. That was until this morning."
"Are you positive it was her? Anyone can set off a bomb." Ororo asked.
"We know for a fact. Cap has a security tape of her leaving the building right before the bomb. She is ruthless. She left her lackeys in there." Pietro finished. "Essentially she is our father just the other way around."
"Why are you telling us this? Why don't ya and your group do something about it?" Logan asked.
"We were working to make sure this attack never happened, and we failed miserably. Most of our teammates are running governmental damage control and things of this nature. Our new mission is to keep it from happening again, so we can prevent war blah blah blah." Pietro said matter of factly. He was so bored. He felt like he was talking to six year olds.
"Still doesn't tell us why you are telling us?"
"We need help."
"Would you two step outside?" Professor X asked. As soon as the two left the room, the remaining adults started their conversation. "I can't get deep in their heads, but on the surface they are telling the truth."
"I think we should help." Ororo stated. "Whaddya think, Logan?"
"Actually I some what trust them. There is no way they'd know about Cap."
The twins reentered.
"We're in." Hank said quickly.
"Ok," Wanda said. "Pey is gonna go get some of our stuff, and go for some more reinforcements. This should give you enough time to get your X-men together, well your adult x-men."
"Yeah, preteen armies aren't really our style." Pietro said arrogantly. He saw the look on the professor's face. Wanda stepped in.
"This could be a threat like none other, and adolescents really shouldn't have to deal with fighting, believe me I know. We won't need them unless things get really out of hand, and I'm fairly confident that it won't get that far." The twins went out the door, as the people in the room watched them leave in shock. The door shut.
"I always have to bail you out, pey."
"I am perfect."
"You let your mouth and ego get away with you. Let's go get our stuff."
In the office the remaining adults were beginning to regain their composure.
"Were they just orderin' us around?" Logan asked defensively.
"Ororo, will you go out and tell Wanda not to leave? I would feel more comfortable if she stayed in the med lab for a while longer." Ororo nodded and left the room. Logan stood up. "Logan, do not mention any of this to anyone yet?" Logan nodded as he left the room. He just wanted to go back to bed.
"I have a question." Hank said.
"What?"
"Why do those kids think Eric is dead?"
"What makes you say that?"
"In the med lab, Pietro said that Wanda goes off on one of her benders every anniversary of their father's death." Professor X looked thoughtful for a moment. "I figured he would have tried to contact his children by now, even if he was in prison."
"I think I need to visit my old friend."
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AN: I know this is exposition suckatude, and it seems like this is Pietro Wanda fic, but it isn't. They are just how the fic begins. If no one has read the comics just an FYI: Pietro and Wanda left the brother hood and joined a group called the Avengers. They will only be mentioned a couple of times, I promise. Next chapter has some Avalanchey goodness baked right in. Also, three chapters in a week wow. I had chapter three all planned out and this is maybe only the front of the page. so chapter four is already planned, but I have a paper and an exam coming up so it may not be up for a while.