It is I, Jjah-Jjah! I bet all you people out there missed me! *crickets
chirrup* Erm. Yeah. Here we finally have Vermillion! I broke my toe
today! Isn't that lovely?
Ok. This count as your first and final warning! There are several OC s in this fic. Mostly, to fill up Wanda's little group. HOWEVER there are some characters that are not original. In the comics, Wanda was primarily an Avengers character, so I stole some characters from the Avengers and messed them up so they'd fit the fic. Got a problem with it? Tough cookies. Moving on.
IF YOU HAVE NOT READ PERSPECTIVE, THIS FIC WILL MAKE NO SENSE WHATSOEVER! Got it? You will be hopelessly confused! Ok! Moving on..
Disclaimer: There's a hole it the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza. There's a hole in the bucket, I don't own X-men! (or anything from Marvel comics!)
***
Chapter One: Enter Robin Hood
Pietro Maximoff, aka Quicksilver, was in dire straits.
He pressed his form into the shadows as he crept down the hallway, praying that he would remain undetected. He winced visibly as a loose floorboard creaked beneath him. He was being hunted. His superior speed could be of no help. No matter where he went, she always found him. She seemed to take some kind of perverse delight in tracking him down and making his life miserable. He swallowed nervously and took another step towards the end of the hallway.
It was then that he felt a cold hand on his shoulder.
Pietro screamed like a girl, jumped a foot in the air, and turned around to see. . . Lance. . .
"Geeze you idiot! Whadadyadothatfor?" Pietro gasped, clutching his chest as if he might go into cardiac arrest at any moment.
Lance raised a brow. "Whatever! I just brought you your mail, your royal highness." With that said he dumped a pile of letters into Pietro's hands. "What's up with you anyway?"
Pietro clutched the letters and then glanced around the hall as if checking for evil ninjas. "*Her*. She's following me and she won't leave me alone!"
"Who?"
"You know who! Her! She's hunting me down like a dog; determined to make my days a perpetual wheel of never-ending torment!!!!!" Pietro breathed heavily and abandoned clutching the letters in favor of Lance's shirt.
"I seriously don't know what you're talking about!" Lance exclaimed and tried to pry the deranged boy off of his attire.
"Shhhhh! Not so loud! She's probably stalking me as we speak!"
"Who?!!"
"Jillian!"
Lance raised an eyebrow. He had thought Pietro was talking about Wanda, but Jillian? Other than that odd first meeting, she had shown little interest in Pietro at all.
"Um, dude. Jillian's in the living room with Blob watching Monty Python. . . And she has been for the past couple hours."
Pietro blinked. "No way! She's been following me forever! I felt it!"
Unenthused, Lance dragged Pietro down stairs into the living room. There on the couch, Freddy and Jillian sat, eating cheesy puffs and laughing like idiots.
"Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries!" The TV exclaimed. As Freddy and Jillian burst into another torrent of laughter, Pietro developed an eye tick and retreated to the kitchen.
"I am not crazy!" He spouted, "I know she was there!" He turned to reiterate his saneness to Lance, but his fellow mutant had already retreated. Pietro stifled a sigh and sat in one of the rickety kitchen chairs. Maybe the stresses of leadership were becoming too much. . . Yeah right. . .
"Pieeetrooo!" A voice behind him sang.
Pietro turned and screamed.
***
Wanda sat on a bench in the park impatiently waiting for her friend to show up. Jillian still didn't seem to have the telling time thing down quite pat yet. It was then that Jillian came skipping up the sidewalk.
"Sorry I'm late!" She chirruped, sitting down, "I had to finish reducing your brother to a sniveling pulp."
Wanda grinned in understanding. "What is it with you anyway? You don't know him, but you seem to have more fun tormenting him than I do."
"What can I say? He's just so much fun to tease! I love the way he reacts! Are we going soon?"
"This afternoon. We'll be there tomorrow morning. Everything is packed, right?"
"Yup. I hid the bags under the bed, so no one will know we're leaving."
Wanda smiled slightly and gazed upwards toward the clouds. They would be leaving soon. Thanks to Jillian's ability to see through another person's eyes, they had been able read whatever papers were on Magneto's desk whenever Gambit came to give his boss a report. They had discovered that Jillian's power was limited to people she had met or seen in person, the only exception being Wanda herself. By reading these papers, they had recently discovered that Magneto was investigating a mutant who might be out to get him. The mutant's possible location was not that far from Bayville; Wanda had bought train tickets to the obscure town earlier. The plan was to get there before Magneto sent his toadies to investigate, see if they could get the mutant to join them, and then get out.
"What'll we do if this person doesn't want to join our nameless group?" Jillian asked.
"Then we'll just leave him alone and go about our merry business."
"Awww. I was hoping we'd get to torture him some."
"We can do that too."
***
"Move!" Wanda snarled, pushing a particularly slow passenger out of the way. Jillian followed in the path Wanda was plowing though all the people till they finally made it to their booth.
"Damn!" Wanda exclaimed as she sank down in the seat. "I hate being around so many people at once!"
Jillian sat across from her and began munching on the bag of sour gummi worms she had bought at the gift shop. "Me too. It's probably because we're used to being all alone in little white rooms and only talking to the voices in our head."
The conductor came through, and they showed their tickets.
The train built up speed and the scenery began to whiz by. Wanda leaned her forehead against the cool glass.
"Gummi worm?" Jillian offered.
***
Around ten, the next morning, the conductor traversed the aisles of the train, informing everyone that they had arrived at their destination. Wanda and Jillian soon found themselves outside on the platform watching the train go on to a more important destination.
Jillian yawned. "Let's go find caffeine."
Wanda concurred.
***
Merton was an obscure, mid-sized town. It was large enough that everybody didn't know each other, and small enough to have a huge gossip column in the newspaper. It was a hotel town at most. People stopped and stayed there on their way to New York City, Niagara Falls, and other important tourist locations. However in Merton itself, there was not much to see. It was mid-afternoon when the two girls were done casing the town's layout. They stopped for lunch at an outdoor café.
Wanda scowled and poked a chicken finger into some barbecue sauce. "We haven't heard a single rumor about anything weird in this godforsaken town. Have you sensed anything?"
"Patience, my dear." Jillian drawled, turning the page of the newspaper she was reading. "My powers don't work like that and you know it."
Wanda frowned. "I know, but I'm afraid Magneto's flunkies might get here and see us if we don't hurry up. Seeing me here when I'm supposed to have no memories in a town where a fellow Magneto hater is supposed to be would be a bit too much of a coincidence."
"What did you expect? That this alleged mutant was going to stand on top if the highest building with a blinking neon sign that says 'I hate Magneto, if you do too, call me at 1-800-kick the bucket'?"
"No!!" Wanda fumed, "I'm just worried because."
"Bingo!" Jillian interrupted.
"Huh?"
"Look at this!" Jillian handed over the section of the paper that dealt with recent crimes. Wanda grabbed the paper making it rustle loudly and read.
The article Jillian indicated was about a series of robberies had had taken place in and near the wilderness park in the eastern part of town. The assailant was said to perform his robberies with a bow and arrow. He appeared out of nowhere and disappeared just as quickly. Because his robberies took place in the forest and because of his odd choice of weapons, he had been dubbed "Robin Hood". Wanda looked over the paper and raised a brow at Jillian. Jillian smiled.
"If he's not one of us, then he's just a random weirdo."
". . ."
***
"Why are we here again?"
"Because the guy only mugs people at night. Besides, this was your idea, remember?"
"Oh yeah. . . Rich guy at 3 o'clock!"
Sure enough, to their right there was a middle-aged man in an expensive looking suit carrying a briefcase and walking quickly down the sidewalk. Wanda and Jillian immediately began to follow. As they ducked behind a tree Wanda's brow furrowed in confusion.
"This doesn't make any sense. Why would such an obviously loaded guy go walking in the woods in the middle of the night where a lot a robberies are happening?"
"Maybe he has insomnia. Let's go!" Jillian started around the tree, only to be yanked back by Wanda just in time.
"Hark! What have we here?" A voice yelled from the treetops. The man stopped walking and the girls looked up. Standing on a high branch was a tall blonde guy wearing green and holding a bow.
Wanda turned and raised a brow at a sheepish looking Jillian. "I think my vote is for the random weirdo."
It was then that Robin Hood drew back the empty bow. An arrow of yellow energy materialized between his fingers, then it flew through the air and pinned the man's briefcase to a tree.
"Ha! I was right; he is a mutant!" Jillian beamed.
Meanwhile, Robin Hood swung down from the treetops on a conveniently placed vine and skidded to a halt in front of the man. He formed another energy arrow and tapped the man's shoulder.
"You wouldn't happen to have any extra cash, now would you?"
"That was a crummy line." Jillian whispered from behind the tree. Wanda, however, was not paying attention. There was that prickle of unease again. Something was wrong. As the random weirdo accepted the man's money gleefully, she caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. She snapped her head around and it only took her a minute to realize what the movement was.
"Shit! This is a sting; there are cops everywhere!"
"Oh well then, let's get out of here." Jillian perked and started to leave.
"Oh no you don't! We went through all this shit to get here and we're not leaving now!"
Wanda started moving closer to the mutant, yanking Jillian behind her.
"Ack!" Said Jillian.
"Hey, Man-In-Tights! You're in the middle of a trap!" Wanda yelled just as the police released the tear gas.
"The apocalypse is upon us!!!!!" Jillian shrieked.
Robin, realizing he was in a spot of trouble, leapt away from his victim with amazing agility. A row of police officers raised their weapons towards him only to have them shot out of their hands by only one of his arrows. He stood there looking smug, failing to see the others behind him.
"Look out you idiot!" Wanda yelled. She raised her arm towards the weapons as they fired. All the bullets somehow missed their target and began ricocheting off trees back towards the shooters. Wanda ran up beside Robin and they both tried to get through the tear gas and away. It took a few moments for her to realize Jillian was not with them.
"Jillian?!" she yelled back into the cloud of gas.
"Present." came Jillian's voice from farther up the trail.
Wanda growled and made a tree fall over to shield their escape.
***
A while later, once the chaos of the sting was behind them, Wanda, Jillian, and the random weirdo collapsed onto the forest floor. They lie there for a while, coughing and rubbing their eyes. It was then that the random weirdo spoke.
"Thank you ladies! That was a timely rescue. Now may I ask who you are?"
"You first." Wanda coughed.
"My name is Hawkeye, but you beautiful, may call me Clint. Clint Barton." He reached out, took her hand, and kissed it.
Wanda raised her eyebrow, blinked, and coughed in an unladylike manner. Who the heck was this guy? She took the chance to get a good look at him. He was about a couple inches taller than she was. His hair was golden blond and just down to his shoulders. His eyes were cerulean and looked rather mischievous.
"Do you like what you see?" He inquired innocently. Wanda realized she had been staring and ripped her hand away with a snarl. She moved to smack him in the head as she would Toad, but his reflexes were too fast.
"I'm the Scarlet Witch. She's Eye-spy."
Jillian waggled her fingers in greeting, grinning broadly at the recent display. Hawkeye inclined his head towards the other girl, but quickly turned his attention back to Wanda.
"Now exactly what were you ladies doing in this neck of the woods? You're not from around here."
"We were looking for you." Wanda grimaced as she sat up.
"Me? What for?" He smiled disarmingly at her. Wanda stared, unsure of how to react. Finally Jillian took up the slack.
"I say Magneto, you say.?"
Almost instantly, Hawkeye's demeanor changed.
"What do you know about *him*?" He hissed, eyes narrowing.
"More than we'd like to." Wanda stated. "What is he to you?"
"If it wasn't for him, my parents would be alive right now." Hawkeye answered, standing up. "What is he to *you*?" He turned her question back at her. Jillian stiffened. Wanda stared at him coldly through her bangs and then slowly rose to her feet.
"He's my father." She said quietly.
Hawkeye frowned deeply, then looked over to Jillian. "I suppose you're related to him too?"
"Nope!" Jillian grinned, "I'm just a friend Wanda met in the asylum!"
"Asylum?"
"My *father* abandoned me in an insane asylum when I was eight years old." Wanda said through her teeth, the anger evident. "As far as I'm concerned, he's a heartless monster who should be put out of his misery. I was too much for him to control, so he got rid of me. Then I escaped and when I stared making a nuisance of myself he had my memories erased. Then Jillian restored my memories and he doesn't know. . . Now I'm trying to get rid of him once and for all. . . But I need help. That's why we came looking for you. We're looking for people who hate Magneto as much as I do, so we can work together to stop him. You got a problem with that?"
For a moment the surrounding forest seemed to glow with menace, with anger. Hawkeye's expression softened slightly.
"When I first saw Magneto he was giving some kind of mutant supremacy rally. He demonstrating his power against the police and a bunch of humans got caught in the crossfire. My folks were among them. He did it on purpose. He *wanted* us to see it. . ." His voice trailed off. He looked away.
"I'm sorry." Wanda said uncertainly. He looked back at her.
"No. It's not you're fault. I can't blame you for what he did, especially when he did stuff to you too. . ." The silence that followed was long. Of course we all know who broke it. . .
"So! Does that mean you'll join our merry band?" Jillian said cheerfully. Hawkeye smiled at the choice of words.
"Hell, why not?"
"YAY!" Jillian cried and started doing some sort of victory dance.
Wanda smiled.
"But only on one condition. . ."
Wanda frowned. "Which is?"
Clint grinned and took Wanda's hand again. "What are your real names?"
"Wanda Maximoff."
Jillian stopped her dance momentarily.
"Jillian West!"
Jillian started dancing again.
Clint and Wanda smiled at each other while Jillian kept of dancing. A few minutes later, when she was still dancing Wanda got irked.
"Would you quit that??!!!"
"You don't need pants for the victory dance! ACK!"
***
Yay! First chapter done! You have no idea how much trouble this stupid thing had been giving me! Now, be a good and true person and click the little button and type stuff!!!!
Farewell my mooses!
Ok. This count as your first and final warning! There are several OC s in this fic. Mostly, to fill up Wanda's little group. HOWEVER there are some characters that are not original. In the comics, Wanda was primarily an Avengers character, so I stole some characters from the Avengers and messed them up so they'd fit the fic. Got a problem with it? Tough cookies. Moving on.
IF YOU HAVE NOT READ PERSPECTIVE, THIS FIC WILL MAKE NO SENSE WHATSOEVER! Got it? You will be hopelessly confused! Ok! Moving on..
Disclaimer: There's a hole it the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza. There's a hole in the bucket, I don't own X-men! (or anything from Marvel comics!)
***
Chapter One: Enter Robin Hood
Pietro Maximoff, aka Quicksilver, was in dire straits.
He pressed his form into the shadows as he crept down the hallway, praying that he would remain undetected. He winced visibly as a loose floorboard creaked beneath him. He was being hunted. His superior speed could be of no help. No matter where he went, she always found him. She seemed to take some kind of perverse delight in tracking him down and making his life miserable. He swallowed nervously and took another step towards the end of the hallway.
It was then that he felt a cold hand on his shoulder.
Pietro screamed like a girl, jumped a foot in the air, and turned around to see. . . Lance. . .
"Geeze you idiot! Whadadyadothatfor?" Pietro gasped, clutching his chest as if he might go into cardiac arrest at any moment.
Lance raised a brow. "Whatever! I just brought you your mail, your royal highness." With that said he dumped a pile of letters into Pietro's hands. "What's up with you anyway?"
Pietro clutched the letters and then glanced around the hall as if checking for evil ninjas. "*Her*. She's following me and she won't leave me alone!"
"Who?"
"You know who! Her! She's hunting me down like a dog; determined to make my days a perpetual wheel of never-ending torment!!!!!" Pietro breathed heavily and abandoned clutching the letters in favor of Lance's shirt.
"I seriously don't know what you're talking about!" Lance exclaimed and tried to pry the deranged boy off of his attire.
"Shhhhh! Not so loud! She's probably stalking me as we speak!"
"Who?!!"
"Jillian!"
Lance raised an eyebrow. He had thought Pietro was talking about Wanda, but Jillian? Other than that odd first meeting, she had shown little interest in Pietro at all.
"Um, dude. Jillian's in the living room with Blob watching Monty Python. . . And she has been for the past couple hours."
Pietro blinked. "No way! She's been following me forever! I felt it!"
Unenthused, Lance dragged Pietro down stairs into the living room. There on the couch, Freddy and Jillian sat, eating cheesy puffs and laughing like idiots.
"Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries!" The TV exclaimed. As Freddy and Jillian burst into another torrent of laughter, Pietro developed an eye tick and retreated to the kitchen.
"I am not crazy!" He spouted, "I know she was there!" He turned to reiterate his saneness to Lance, but his fellow mutant had already retreated. Pietro stifled a sigh and sat in one of the rickety kitchen chairs. Maybe the stresses of leadership were becoming too much. . . Yeah right. . .
"Pieeetrooo!" A voice behind him sang.
Pietro turned and screamed.
***
Wanda sat on a bench in the park impatiently waiting for her friend to show up. Jillian still didn't seem to have the telling time thing down quite pat yet. It was then that Jillian came skipping up the sidewalk.
"Sorry I'm late!" She chirruped, sitting down, "I had to finish reducing your brother to a sniveling pulp."
Wanda grinned in understanding. "What is it with you anyway? You don't know him, but you seem to have more fun tormenting him than I do."
"What can I say? He's just so much fun to tease! I love the way he reacts! Are we going soon?"
"This afternoon. We'll be there tomorrow morning. Everything is packed, right?"
"Yup. I hid the bags under the bed, so no one will know we're leaving."
Wanda smiled slightly and gazed upwards toward the clouds. They would be leaving soon. Thanks to Jillian's ability to see through another person's eyes, they had been able read whatever papers were on Magneto's desk whenever Gambit came to give his boss a report. They had discovered that Jillian's power was limited to people she had met or seen in person, the only exception being Wanda herself. By reading these papers, they had recently discovered that Magneto was investigating a mutant who might be out to get him. The mutant's possible location was not that far from Bayville; Wanda had bought train tickets to the obscure town earlier. The plan was to get there before Magneto sent his toadies to investigate, see if they could get the mutant to join them, and then get out.
"What'll we do if this person doesn't want to join our nameless group?" Jillian asked.
"Then we'll just leave him alone and go about our merry business."
"Awww. I was hoping we'd get to torture him some."
"We can do that too."
***
"Move!" Wanda snarled, pushing a particularly slow passenger out of the way. Jillian followed in the path Wanda was plowing though all the people till they finally made it to their booth.
"Damn!" Wanda exclaimed as she sank down in the seat. "I hate being around so many people at once!"
Jillian sat across from her and began munching on the bag of sour gummi worms she had bought at the gift shop. "Me too. It's probably because we're used to being all alone in little white rooms and only talking to the voices in our head."
The conductor came through, and they showed their tickets.
The train built up speed and the scenery began to whiz by. Wanda leaned her forehead against the cool glass.
"Gummi worm?" Jillian offered.
***
Around ten, the next morning, the conductor traversed the aisles of the train, informing everyone that they had arrived at their destination. Wanda and Jillian soon found themselves outside on the platform watching the train go on to a more important destination.
Jillian yawned. "Let's go find caffeine."
Wanda concurred.
***
Merton was an obscure, mid-sized town. It was large enough that everybody didn't know each other, and small enough to have a huge gossip column in the newspaper. It was a hotel town at most. People stopped and stayed there on their way to New York City, Niagara Falls, and other important tourist locations. However in Merton itself, there was not much to see. It was mid-afternoon when the two girls were done casing the town's layout. They stopped for lunch at an outdoor café.
Wanda scowled and poked a chicken finger into some barbecue sauce. "We haven't heard a single rumor about anything weird in this godforsaken town. Have you sensed anything?"
"Patience, my dear." Jillian drawled, turning the page of the newspaper she was reading. "My powers don't work like that and you know it."
Wanda frowned. "I know, but I'm afraid Magneto's flunkies might get here and see us if we don't hurry up. Seeing me here when I'm supposed to have no memories in a town where a fellow Magneto hater is supposed to be would be a bit too much of a coincidence."
"What did you expect? That this alleged mutant was going to stand on top if the highest building with a blinking neon sign that says 'I hate Magneto, if you do too, call me at 1-800-kick the bucket'?"
"No!!" Wanda fumed, "I'm just worried because."
"Bingo!" Jillian interrupted.
"Huh?"
"Look at this!" Jillian handed over the section of the paper that dealt with recent crimes. Wanda grabbed the paper making it rustle loudly and read.
The article Jillian indicated was about a series of robberies had had taken place in and near the wilderness park in the eastern part of town. The assailant was said to perform his robberies with a bow and arrow. He appeared out of nowhere and disappeared just as quickly. Because his robberies took place in the forest and because of his odd choice of weapons, he had been dubbed "Robin Hood". Wanda looked over the paper and raised a brow at Jillian. Jillian smiled.
"If he's not one of us, then he's just a random weirdo."
". . ."
***
"Why are we here again?"
"Because the guy only mugs people at night. Besides, this was your idea, remember?"
"Oh yeah. . . Rich guy at 3 o'clock!"
Sure enough, to their right there was a middle-aged man in an expensive looking suit carrying a briefcase and walking quickly down the sidewalk. Wanda and Jillian immediately began to follow. As they ducked behind a tree Wanda's brow furrowed in confusion.
"This doesn't make any sense. Why would such an obviously loaded guy go walking in the woods in the middle of the night where a lot a robberies are happening?"
"Maybe he has insomnia. Let's go!" Jillian started around the tree, only to be yanked back by Wanda just in time.
"Hark! What have we here?" A voice yelled from the treetops. The man stopped walking and the girls looked up. Standing on a high branch was a tall blonde guy wearing green and holding a bow.
Wanda turned and raised a brow at a sheepish looking Jillian. "I think my vote is for the random weirdo."
It was then that Robin Hood drew back the empty bow. An arrow of yellow energy materialized between his fingers, then it flew through the air and pinned the man's briefcase to a tree.
"Ha! I was right; he is a mutant!" Jillian beamed.
Meanwhile, Robin Hood swung down from the treetops on a conveniently placed vine and skidded to a halt in front of the man. He formed another energy arrow and tapped the man's shoulder.
"You wouldn't happen to have any extra cash, now would you?"
"That was a crummy line." Jillian whispered from behind the tree. Wanda, however, was not paying attention. There was that prickle of unease again. Something was wrong. As the random weirdo accepted the man's money gleefully, she caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. She snapped her head around and it only took her a minute to realize what the movement was.
"Shit! This is a sting; there are cops everywhere!"
"Oh well then, let's get out of here." Jillian perked and started to leave.
"Oh no you don't! We went through all this shit to get here and we're not leaving now!"
Wanda started moving closer to the mutant, yanking Jillian behind her.
"Ack!" Said Jillian.
"Hey, Man-In-Tights! You're in the middle of a trap!" Wanda yelled just as the police released the tear gas.
"The apocalypse is upon us!!!!!" Jillian shrieked.
Robin, realizing he was in a spot of trouble, leapt away from his victim with amazing agility. A row of police officers raised their weapons towards him only to have them shot out of their hands by only one of his arrows. He stood there looking smug, failing to see the others behind him.
"Look out you idiot!" Wanda yelled. She raised her arm towards the weapons as they fired. All the bullets somehow missed their target and began ricocheting off trees back towards the shooters. Wanda ran up beside Robin and they both tried to get through the tear gas and away. It took a few moments for her to realize Jillian was not with them.
"Jillian?!" she yelled back into the cloud of gas.
"Present." came Jillian's voice from farther up the trail.
Wanda growled and made a tree fall over to shield their escape.
***
A while later, once the chaos of the sting was behind them, Wanda, Jillian, and the random weirdo collapsed onto the forest floor. They lie there for a while, coughing and rubbing their eyes. It was then that the random weirdo spoke.
"Thank you ladies! That was a timely rescue. Now may I ask who you are?"
"You first." Wanda coughed.
"My name is Hawkeye, but you beautiful, may call me Clint. Clint Barton." He reached out, took her hand, and kissed it.
Wanda raised her eyebrow, blinked, and coughed in an unladylike manner. Who the heck was this guy? She took the chance to get a good look at him. He was about a couple inches taller than she was. His hair was golden blond and just down to his shoulders. His eyes were cerulean and looked rather mischievous.
"Do you like what you see?" He inquired innocently. Wanda realized she had been staring and ripped her hand away with a snarl. She moved to smack him in the head as she would Toad, but his reflexes were too fast.
"I'm the Scarlet Witch. She's Eye-spy."
Jillian waggled her fingers in greeting, grinning broadly at the recent display. Hawkeye inclined his head towards the other girl, but quickly turned his attention back to Wanda.
"Now exactly what were you ladies doing in this neck of the woods? You're not from around here."
"We were looking for you." Wanda grimaced as she sat up.
"Me? What for?" He smiled disarmingly at her. Wanda stared, unsure of how to react. Finally Jillian took up the slack.
"I say Magneto, you say.?"
Almost instantly, Hawkeye's demeanor changed.
"What do you know about *him*?" He hissed, eyes narrowing.
"More than we'd like to." Wanda stated. "What is he to you?"
"If it wasn't for him, my parents would be alive right now." Hawkeye answered, standing up. "What is he to *you*?" He turned her question back at her. Jillian stiffened. Wanda stared at him coldly through her bangs and then slowly rose to her feet.
"He's my father." She said quietly.
Hawkeye frowned deeply, then looked over to Jillian. "I suppose you're related to him too?"
"Nope!" Jillian grinned, "I'm just a friend Wanda met in the asylum!"
"Asylum?"
"My *father* abandoned me in an insane asylum when I was eight years old." Wanda said through her teeth, the anger evident. "As far as I'm concerned, he's a heartless monster who should be put out of his misery. I was too much for him to control, so he got rid of me. Then I escaped and when I stared making a nuisance of myself he had my memories erased. Then Jillian restored my memories and he doesn't know. . . Now I'm trying to get rid of him once and for all. . . But I need help. That's why we came looking for you. We're looking for people who hate Magneto as much as I do, so we can work together to stop him. You got a problem with that?"
For a moment the surrounding forest seemed to glow with menace, with anger. Hawkeye's expression softened slightly.
"When I first saw Magneto he was giving some kind of mutant supremacy rally. He demonstrating his power against the police and a bunch of humans got caught in the crossfire. My folks were among them. He did it on purpose. He *wanted* us to see it. . ." His voice trailed off. He looked away.
"I'm sorry." Wanda said uncertainly. He looked back at her.
"No. It's not you're fault. I can't blame you for what he did, especially when he did stuff to you too. . ." The silence that followed was long. Of course we all know who broke it. . .
"So! Does that mean you'll join our merry band?" Jillian said cheerfully. Hawkeye smiled at the choice of words.
"Hell, why not?"
"YAY!" Jillian cried and started doing some sort of victory dance.
Wanda smiled.
"But only on one condition. . ."
Wanda frowned. "Which is?"
Clint grinned and took Wanda's hand again. "What are your real names?"
"Wanda Maximoff."
Jillian stopped her dance momentarily.
"Jillian West!"
Jillian started dancing again.
Clint and Wanda smiled at each other while Jillian kept of dancing. A few minutes later, when she was still dancing Wanda got irked.
"Would you quit that??!!!"
"You don't need pants for the victory dance! ACK!"
***
Yay! First chapter done! You have no idea how much trouble this stupid thing had been giving me! Now, be a good and true person and click the little button and type stuff!!!!
Farewell my mooses!