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Chapter Four- Professor Xavier
Erik opened the door to his office, standing to the side so the twins could enter. They looked around almost nervously and then spotted a bald man in a wheelchair sitting in front of the desk. Wanda immediately looked to the floor, knowing it was rude to look at people's shiny heads and crippled legs. Pietro stared.
"Charles, I believe you have yet to meet my children," Erik said coolly as he quietly closed the door behind him.
Charles's eyes widened slightly in surprise but then his face melted into a kind smile when he saw the two of them.
"Wanda and Pietro," Erik told him, "I am sure you can guess which is which."
"Hello," Charles said gently, smiling at the two, the corner of his eyes crinkled. "My name is Professor Xavier."
Wanda looked up. She managed a small smile back. Pietro was now staring at the professor's head. Wanda nudged him in the ribs.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, glaring at her through his usually warm blue eyes.
The professor chuckled. "Do not worry," he said, "I get that a lot."
Wanda's smile grew a bit wider, lighting up her young and innocent face, making her blue eyes sparkle.
"Father said you are a mutant too?" she asked curiously.
Charles nodded. "Yes, I am telepathic."
"What's that?" Wanda asked.
"I have the ability to read minds."
Pietro's mouth opened slightly. "That's a lot better than my powers. I wish I could read minds."
Charles gave him a small smile. "Sometimes knowing one's thoughts can be a burden. What are your powers?"
"I'm fast," Pietro said with a small amount of pride.
"I set houses on fire," Wanda piped up.
Erik had been watching the three talk coolly from his desk. He stood up.
"Wanda, Pietro, leave the office now," he said, his voice hard, "There are things that the Professor and I need to discuss."
The twins looked down at the floor in unison. They turned, opened the door, and Wanda closed it quietly behind them.
Erik sat back down behind his desk. Entwining his fingers and resting his chin on them, he looked at the telepath through cool blue eyes.
Charles sighed, "How well are you reacting to this, Magnus?"
"As well as you can expect one to, Charles," Erik said in an almost sarcastic tone. "It is very common to find out that your dead wife that has run away from you was pregnant with your twins and yet she did not tell you. How did you think I reacted Charles?!"
Charles narrowed his eyes. "I just asked, Magnus. No harm in that."
"No," Erik seethed, "No, no harm at all. It just came as a shock."
"It is natural to be shocked about that sort of thing," Charles said in his ever calm tone, "It is not pleasant to stumble upon that sort of revelation."
"You're taking this so calmly, Charles!" Erik exclaimed, "What if you had a child, no *two* children, that no one told you about?"
"It is doubtful," Charles said, setting his hands into a steeple.
"It was doubtful that Magda was with child!" Erik said vehemently, slamming his palms onto his desk out of anger and frustration.
"But she was," Charles replied calmly. "Let the matter drop for now, Magnus. I came here to discuss other things, not your children."
Erik sighed and ran a hand through his light gray hair. "What did you come here to discuss, Charles?" he asked softly.
"Your recent actions. You are threatening humans with promises of death, Magnus. It needs to stop," Charles said sternly.
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Erik's icy tone was frightening.
"They'll be more hesitant to accept us if you keep doing that, Magnus! You know this!" Charles exclaimed.
"Humanity will never accept us, Charles!" Erik just about roared. "They burned my daughter alive, just because of what I am! Don't you see? If we do not do something, there will be another Holocaust! I will not have others, and especially my children, going through the torture my family and I did!"
"There doesn't have to be another Holocaust, Magnus," Charles said softly.
Erik ran a hand over his face. His hand muffled his reply, "But there *will* be, Charles, if we don't do something about it!" He ran his hand through his hair and looked the professor in his brown eyes, "They will start blaming us for everything. They'll blame us for the homelessness, bad economy, and the diseases. We'll become their scapegoats, Charles. I will not have that. Not again."
"It seems, old friend, we are going separate ways," he said sadly.
"Then so be it."
Silence.
"I guess this is good-bye then," Charles said, his voice laced with dismay.
"For now, Charles," Erik's voice did not hold sadness, nor regret, but coldness.
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Pietro and Wanda had their ears very close to the opening crack at the bottom of the office door. It was Pietro's idea to eavesdrop, of course, and Wanda had warily agreed with him.
There was silence in the room now, and all they could hear was their own slow breathing. Pietro put one of his hands on Wanda's forehead and pushed her back a bit so he could get more towards the center of the door, where the crack was bigger. Wanda scowled at him. She pushed him back. He scowled back at her. Pushed her back. She pushed him back again. Pietro let out a quiet growl and shoved her away. One of the light bulbs down the hallway exploded from Wanda's anger.
They heard footsteps coming towards the door now. They scrambled to their feet, and Pietro was about to rescue him and Wanda from punishment when the door opened and they saw the scowling face of their father.
"What are you doing?" He hissed.
"Now you've done it," Pietro muttered very quietly to Wanda. She glared at him.
"If I catch you both eavesdropping again, your punishment will be severe," Their father growled. He was a very frightening fellow, really.
"Be off, the both of you," he said and he waved his hand to them, as if he was trying to shoo them away.
Pietro grabbed his sister and with a burst of speed, he was gone.
They appeared in their bedroom. Pietro put Wanda down, holding her arm so she could regain her balance.
After her spell of dizziness went away she growled at him, "What was that for?! What was with the 'now you've done it'?"
"Well, you caused the light bulb to burst," Pietro said in his defense.
"You're annoying sometimes," Wanda huffed and crossed her arms across her chest. She stomped over to her bed and sat on the edge, glaring at him.
"I'm sorry, okay?" he said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I promise I won't blame you again."
"Promise?" Wanda asked.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Pietro replied, giving her a small smile.
"Good. I forgive you," Wanda said and she walked up to her brother and put her arms around him, squeezing him tight. Pietro squeezed back.
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Okay, I know I've been having a lot of Magneto but I promise there'll be a lot more Pietro and Wanda in the next chapter. Thanks to all who reviewed!
Like it? Hate it? Either way, review!
Don't sue me, all you'll get is my cat. Then you'll have a psycho cat and I'll be catless. So really, there's no point.
Chapter Four- Professor Xavier
Erik opened the door to his office, standing to the side so the twins could enter. They looked around almost nervously and then spotted a bald man in a wheelchair sitting in front of the desk. Wanda immediately looked to the floor, knowing it was rude to look at people's shiny heads and crippled legs. Pietro stared.
"Charles, I believe you have yet to meet my children," Erik said coolly as he quietly closed the door behind him.
Charles's eyes widened slightly in surprise but then his face melted into a kind smile when he saw the two of them.
"Wanda and Pietro," Erik told him, "I am sure you can guess which is which."
"Hello," Charles said gently, smiling at the two, the corner of his eyes crinkled. "My name is Professor Xavier."
Wanda looked up. She managed a small smile back. Pietro was now staring at the professor's head. Wanda nudged him in the ribs.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, glaring at her through his usually warm blue eyes.
The professor chuckled. "Do not worry," he said, "I get that a lot."
Wanda's smile grew a bit wider, lighting up her young and innocent face, making her blue eyes sparkle.
"Father said you are a mutant too?" she asked curiously.
Charles nodded. "Yes, I am telepathic."
"What's that?" Wanda asked.
"I have the ability to read minds."
Pietro's mouth opened slightly. "That's a lot better than my powers. I wish I could read minds."
Charles gave him a small smile. "Sometimes knowing one's thoughts can be a burden. What are your powers?"
"I'm fast," Pietro said with a small amount of pride.
"I set houses on fire," Wanda piped up.
Erik had been watching the three talk coolly from his desk. He stood up.
"Wanda, Pietro, leave the office now," he said, his voice hard, "There are things that the Professor and I need to discuss."
The twins looked down at the floor in unison. They turned, opened the door, and Wanda closed it quietly behind them.
Erik sat back down behind his desk. Entwining his fingers and resting his chin on them, he looked at the telepath through cool blue eyes.
Charles sighed, "How well are you reacting to this, Magnus?"
"As well as you can expect one to, Charles," Erik said in an almost sarcastic tone. "It is very common to find out that your dead wife that has run away from you was pregnant with your twins and yet she did not tell you. How did you think I reacted Charles?!"
Charles narrowed his eyes. "I just asked, Magnus. No harm in that."
"No," Erik seethed, "No, no harm at all. It just came as a shock."
"It is natural to be shocked about that sort of thing," Charles said in his ever calm tone, "It is not pleasant to stumble upon that sort of revelation."
"You're taking this so calmly, Charles!" Erik exclaimed, "What if you had a child, no *two* children, that no one told you about?"
"It is doubtful," Charles said, setting his hands into a steeple.
"It was doubtful that Magda was with child!" Erik said vehemently, slamming his palms onto his desk out of anger and frustration.
"But she was," Charles replied calmly. "Let the matter drop for now, Magnus. I came here to discuss other things, not your children."
Erik sighed and ran a hand through his light gray hair. "What did you come here to discuss, Charles?" he asked softly.
"Your recent actions. You are threatening humans with promises of death, Magnus. It needs to stop," Charles said sternly.
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Erik's icy tone was frightening.
"They'll be more hesitant to accept us if you keep doing that, Magnus! You know this!" Charles exclaimed.
"Humanity will never accept us, Charles!" Erik just about roared. "They burned my daughter alive, just because of what I am! Don't you see? If we do not do something, there will be another Holocaust! I will not have others, and especially my children, going through the torture my family and I did!"
"There doesn't have to be another Holocaust, Magnus," Charles said softly.
Erik ran a hand over his face. His hand muffled his reply, "But there *will* be, Charles, if we don't do something about it!" He ran his hand through his hair and looked the professor in his brown eyes, "They will start blaming us for everything. They'll blame us for the homelessness, bad economy, and the diseases. We'll become their scapegoats, Charles. I will not have that. Not again."
"It seems, old friend, we are going separate ways," he said sadly.
"Then so be it."
Silence.
"I guess this is good-bye then," Charles said, his voice laced with dismay.
"For now, Charles," Erik's voice did not hold sadness, nor regret, but coldness.
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Pietro and Wanda had their ears very close to the opening crack at the bottom of the office door. It was Pietro's idea to eavesdrop, of course, and Wanda had warily agreed with him.
There was silence in the room now, and all they could hear was their own slow breathing. Pietro put one of his hands on Wanda's forehead and pushed her back a bit so he could get more towards the center of the door, where the crack was bigger. Wanda scowled at him. She pushed him back. He scowled back at her. Pushed her back. She pushed him back again. Pietro let out a quiet growl and shoved her away. One of the light bulbs down the hallway exploded from Wanda's anger.
They heard footsteps coming towards the door now. They scrambled to their feet, and Pietro was about to rescue him and Wanda from punishment when the door opened and they saw the scowling face of their father.
"What are you doing?" He hissed.
"Now you've done it," Pietro muttered very quietly to Wanda. She glared at him.
"If I catch you both eavesdropping again, your punishment will be severe," Their father growled. He was a very frightening fellow, really.
"Be off, the both of you," he said and he waved his hand to them, as if he was trying to shoo them away.
Pietro grabbed his sister and with a burst of speed, he was gone.
They appeared in their bedroom. Pietro put Wanda down, holding her arm so she could regain her balance.
After her spell of dizziness went away she growled at him, "What was that for?! What was with the 'now you've done it'?"
"Well, you caused the light bulb to burst," Pietro said in his defense.
"You're annoying sometimes," Wanda huffed and crossed her arms across her chest. She stomped over to her bed and sat on the edge, glaring at him.
"I'm sorry, okay?" he said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I promise I won't blame you again."
"Promise?" Wanda asked.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Pietro replied, giving her a small smile.
"Good. I forgive you," Wanda said and she walked up to her brother and put her arms around him, squeezing him tight. Pietro squeezed back.
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Okay, I know I've been having a lot of Magneto but I promise there'll be a lot more Pietro and Wanda in the next chapter. Thanks to all who reviewed!
Like it? Hate it? Either way, review!