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Summary- Pietro and Wanda's childhood with Magneto.
Chapter One- Angry Mob
Pietro squeezed Wanda's hand, his last offer of comfort. They were surrounded, and while they had both tried to use their mysterious powers to escape, they were overpowered.
It all happened while they were walking around the small village, looking for food to nick, and Wanda accidentally set fire to a house with her powers. She really didn't mean to, she was just upset about the events that had happened prior. The villagers thought her as a witch, and Pietro tried to use his unnatural speed for both of them to escape, but alas, they were surrounded. The angry mob carried pitchforks and torches, and frightfully sharp looking axes. They were closing in.
"I'm scared, Pie," she whispered to him with fright, moving closer to him for even more comfort and safety. He was after all, her big brother, even though they were twins. They really didn't know which one was older, but they had always assumed it was Pietro, since he was the boy, he was taller, and he had gotten his powers first.
"Shh, it's alright," Was all he could say.
The mob was closing in, and Pietro was feeling unusually claustrophobic. He screwed his eyes shut, and pulled Wanda even closer to him, ready to shield her from the blows that would come.
But suddenly the mob started screaming. Pietro risked opening his eyes, and then widened them at what he saw. The axes were spinning around over his head, the pitchforks shot out and toward the houses, injuring some of the villagers.
"It's another one!" one of the men screamed and many of them went running, but some of the braver ones stood their ground.
"Come and fight you freak!" they shouted.
"You humans are too below me for me to even bother," A deep voice said, and Pietro and Wanda saw a man hovering from the ground. He had a stern face and grayish-white hair, and cerulean blue eyes.
One of the men raised a gun at the flying one, and shot three times. Pietro screwed his eyes shut again and he heard Wanda scream. They heard nothing for a while and slowly, they opened their eyes, afraid of what they would see.
The man had his hand raised in front of him, his fingers spread slightly apart. There was a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"As you can see," he drawled, "I control all metals. Even the iron in your blood."
And he raised his right arm in front of him and seemed to barely have to concentrate in order for one of the men to be lifted off the ground and in obvious pain. Blood trickled out of the man's nose.
The one that controlled the metals laughed. "Better think next time you come across one of us. There are more dangerous ones than those helpless little children. I am one of them."
And he snatched the gun out of the man's hand using his powers and in the air the gun was, bending in a knot. He smirked and the gun dropped to the ground, the three bullets that were suspended in midair and the man followed it immediately after.
"Come children," he said and he lowered himself to the ground and started walking towards a limousine that they failed to notice before.
Seeing that they had no choice, the twins followed after the man and into the limousine with him, the door shut after they climbed in by itself.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
While they were getting washed up, their torn and dirty clothes had been washed. They were then led by the butler down to some sort of place that reminded you of where you go when you go to the doctor's.
"Master Lehnsherr will be with you in a moment," he said and exited the room, leaving them there all alone.
"Pietro I'm still scared," Wanda muttered to him.
"We're safer here than where we were," he whispered back and looked around the room.
They heard the door open and shut quietly, and their heads snapped to the direction of it.
They same man with the metal powers entered and he gave them a small reassuring smile.
"Hello," he said kindly, although there was a small hint of coldness in his voice. "I'm Erik Lehnsherr, who are you?"
They did not answer at first but eventually Wanda spoke up, "Pietro and Wanda Maximoff."
Erik's eyes widened only slightly but then they returned back to normal and he gave them a smile. "You might have noticed you have unusual powers that not all people have," he said to them. "You are called mutants, humans with an extra gene, the X-gene, or the mutant gene. Regular humans will never understand our gifts. If you don't mind, I would like to give you some checkups?"
Pietro smiled only slightly but it faded a little bit, and Wanda's face was blank, but her eyes looked a little frightened.
"I will not hurt you," he said softly, "Trust me."
They nodded and he looked pleased.
"Now, how old are you two?" he asked as he readied his supplies.
"Eight," Pietro answered.
"Eight?" Erik said with some surprise. He turned around and looked at them. "Usually mutants do not develop their powers until they reach puberty. If they do, however, their parents are usually mutants or they were in a life- threatening moment. Are-or were your parents mutants?"
Pietro shook his head. Wanda said, "Our parents were gypsies, but we were adopted. We do not remember too much since the whole fight. We don't know what happened to them."
Erik looked a little sympathetic, "If you want, I could look into it and see if they are alive or not. What were your parents names?"
"Django and Marya Maximoff," Pietro told him.
"I will look into it," Erik said and then turned around and grabbed two small veils and two shots. "I will need a blood sample from the both of you. You do not mind do you?"
Pietro fidgeted slightly as Wanda shook her head. He did not particularly like shots, but if he needed them, he will have one.
"I will try not to hurt you too much," he said in a gentle tone, "It will feel like a small pinch, that's all."
He prodded the needle into Wanda's arm first, and she winced slightly but that was all. He deposited the blood into one of the little veils. He threw the shot away using his powers to levitate it there, and then he took the other shot and drew some of Pietro's blood. He winced, but he held in his breath and he saw as Erik also deposited his blood into the other veil.
"You're done," he said, "Alfred, the butler, will escort you down to the dining area so you can eat. I will join you shortly, just after I test your blood."
They nodded, and the got up from where they were sitting and walked up to Alfred, who was now standing in the doorway and waited for him to lead them to the dining room.
Life, so far, looked a little better.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
You might have noticed that I named the butler Alfred. Sorry, but it was very tempting, since it seems all butlers are named that. I was going to call him Jarvis, but then I realized he's the Avenger's butler, so he can't be Magneto's.
Erik seemed nice in here didn't he? I did that so the kids will trust him more, and because I like a nice Magneto. I actually kinda like him, really.
Watch out for the sequel to 'The Silver-Tongued Mutant' coming soon!
Thanks for your reviews, keep reviewing, they mean so much to me! (Cheesy I know)
R&R!
Summary- Pietro and Wanda's childhood with Magneto.
Chapter One- Angry Mob
Pietro squeezed Wanda's hand, his last offer of comfort. They were surrounded, and while they had both tried to use their mysterious powers to escape, they were overpowered.
It all happened while they were walking around the small village, looking for food to nick, and Wanda accidentally set fire to a house with her powers. She really didn't mean to, she was just upset about the events that had happened prior. The villagers thought her as a witch, and Pietro tried to use his unnatural speed for both of them to escape, but alas, they were surrounded. The angry mob carried pitchforks and torches, and frightfully sharp looking axes. They were closing in.
"I'm scared, Pie," she whispered to him with fright, moving closer to him for even more comfort and safety. He was after all, her big brother, even though they were twins. They really didn't know which one was older, but they had always assumed it was Pietro, since he was the boy, he was taller, and he had gotten his powers first.
"Shh, it's alright," Was all he could say.
The mob was closing in, and Pietro was feeling unusually claustrophobic. He screwed his eyes shut, and pulled Wanda even closer to him, ready to shield her from the blows that would come.
But suddenly the mob started screaming. Pietro risked opening his eyes, and then widened them at what he saw. The axes were spinning around over his head, the pitchforks shot out and toward the houses, injuring some of the villagers.
"It's another one!" one of the men screamed and many of them went running, but some of the braver ones stood their ground.
"Come and fight you freak!" they shouted.
"You humans are too below me for me to even bother," A deep voice said, and Pietro and Wanda saw a man hovering from the ground. He had a stern face and grayish-white hair, and cerulean blue eyes.
One of the men raised a gun at the flying one, and shot three times. Pietro screwed his eyes shut again and he heard Wanda scream. They heard nothing for a while and slowly, they opened their eyes, afraid of what they would see.
The man had his hand raised in front of him, his fingers spread slightly apart. There was a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"As you can see," he drawled, "I control all metals. Even the iron in your blood."
And he raised his right arm in front of him and seemed to barely have to concentrate in order for one of the men to be lifted off the ground and in obvious pain. Blood trickled out of the man's nose.
The one that controlled the metals laughed. "Better think next time you come across one of us. There are more dangerous ones than those helpless little children. I am one of them."
And he snatched the gun out of the man's hand using his powers and in the air the gun was, bending in a knot. He smirked and the gun dropped to the ground, the three bullets that were suspended in midair and the man followed it immediately after.
"Come children," he said and he lowered himself to the ground and started walking towards a limousine that they failed to notice before.
Seeing that they had no choice, the twins followed after the man and into the limousine with him, the door shut after they climbed in by itself.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
While they were getting washed up, their torn and dirty clothes had been washed. They were then led by the butler down to some sort of place that reminded you of where you go when you go to the doctor's.
"Master Lehnsherr will be with you in a moment," he said and exited the room, leaving them there all alone.
"Pietro I'm still scared," Wanda muttered to him.
"We're safer here than where we were," he whispered back and looked around the room.
They heard the door open and shut quietly, and their heads snapped to the direction of it.
They same man with the metal powers entered and he gave them a small reassuring smile.
"Hello," he said kindly, although there was a small hint of coldness in his voice. "I'm Erik Lehnsherr, who are you?"
They did not answer at first but eventually Wanda spoke up, "Pietro and Wanda Maximoff."
Erik's eyes widened only slightly but then they returned back to normal and he gave them a smile. "You might have noticed you have unusual powers that not all people have," he said to them. "You are called mutants, humans with an extra gene, the X-gene, or the mutant gene. Regular humans will never understand our gifts. If you don't mind, I would like to give you some checkups?"
Pietro smiled only slightly but it faded a little bit, and Wanda's face was blank, but her eyes looked a little frightened.
"I will not hurt you," he said softly, "Trust me."
They nodded and he looked pleased.
"Now, how old are you two?" he asked as he readied his supplies.
"Eight," Pietro answered.
"Eight?" Erik said with some surprise. He turned around and looked at them. "Usually mutants do not develop their powers until they reach puberty. If they do, however, their parents are usually mutants or they were in a life- threatening moment. Are-or were your parents mutants?"
Pietro shook his head. Wanda said, "Our parents were gypsies, but we were adopted. We do not remember too much since the whole fight. We don't know what happened to them."
Erik looked a little sympathetic, "If you want, I could look into it and see if they are alive or not. What were your parents names?"
"Django and Marya Maximoff," Pietro told him.
"I will look into it," Erik said and then turned around and grabbed two small veils and two shots. "I will need a blood sample from the both of you. You do not mind do you?"
Pietro fidgeted slightly as Wanda shook her head. He did not particularly like shots, but if he needed them, he will have one.
"I will try not to hurt you too much," he said in a gentle tone, "It will feel like a small pinch, that's all."
He prodded the needle into Wanda's arm first, and she winced slightly but that was all. He deposited the blood into one of the little veils. He threw the shot away using his powers to levitate it there, and then he took the other shot and drew some of Pietro's blood. He winced, but he held in his breath and he saw as Erik also deposited his blood into the other veil.
"You're done," he said, "Alfred, the butler, will escort you down to the dining area so you can eat. I will join you shortly, just after I test your blood."
They nodded, and the got up from where they were sitting and walked up to Alfred, who was now standing in the doorway and waited for him to lead them to the dining room.
Life, so far, looked a little better.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
You might have noticed that I named the butler Alfred. Sorry, but it was very tempting, since it seems all butlers are named that. I was going to call him Jarvis, but then I realized he's the Avenger's butler, so he can't be Magneto's.
Erik seemed nice in here didn't he? I did that so the kids will trust him more, and because I like a nice Magneto. I actually kinda like him, really.
Watch out for the sequel to 'The Silver-Tongued Mutant' coming soon!
Thanks for your reviews, keep reviewing, they mean so much to me! (Cheesy I know)
R&R!