Rising Starrs!
To Sparky Genocide: Hey there Sparky! Pietro teasing Wanda about her thing for Craig? I don't know. Pietro's done some pretty dumb things in his time, but that's just plain suicide. I have a feeling that Pietro would be very scared to voice his opinions about the whole thing. And the Misfits aren't in Bayville right now.
To Red Witch: Hey there, Red Witch! I've read the new chapter of "This Soap Opera Called Life", as well as your one-shots, and as usual, they rock! Poor Duke. I hope he makes it okay. I'm glad you liked seeing Craig and Wanda bond. Can't wait for more from you and I hope you like this new chapter right here!
To Raliena: Hey there, Rae! I'm glad you liked the last chapter! I hope you like this new one full of insanity! Yeah, it is a bad idea to tick off the superpowered thug with a nightstick and a hair-trigger witch who can screw with probability.
Disclaimer: "Mick…you ignorant slut." - Mick Jagger as Keith Richards to Mike Myers as Mick Jagger, "Saturday Night Live" (The funniest SNL line ever!)
Chapter 6: Attack and Talks!
An ice cream shop
Craig Starr sat at a table, a glass of soda in hand. Wanda Maximoff sat across from him, sipping some water.
"Why the heck would Cobra be after us?" Craig grumbled. "They had other homeless folks and mutants captured."
"I guess they needed as many subjects as possible." Wanda suggested. "Do you have any idea where they are?"
"Not really. It's a blur."
"Then how'd you get out?"
"My brother's crazy luck." Craig said simply.
"Well, that's helpful." Wanda said sarcastically.
"Well, the warehouse was rather anonymous-looking." Craig rolled his eyes.
"Huh?"
"It was in a warehouse at the docks not too far from here." Craig explained. "The place is well hidden. Those warehouses all look alike. You'll get very confused and go crazy trying to find anything there. I lived in this city all my life and I still get confused in that area." Craig groaned.
"Sheesh. Sounds like one confusing area." Wanda said.
"You said it." Craig agreed, sipping his soda. "How do you do it?"
"How do I do what?"
"Put up with that brother of yours. He seems like an idiot." Craig scowled.
"He is an idiot at times." Wanda sighed. "All he thinks about is himself and girls."
"My brother thinks about girls a lot. Most of the time, he dreams of fame." Craig said. "He wants to be a rock star. He knows how to play guitar and piano. He learned from listening to music as a kid."
"Can you play any instruments?" Wanda asked. Craig nodded.
"I play bass. I learned a little from music, and I had a friend who taught me. He was killed in a drive-by." Craig said.
"I'm sorry." Wanda apologized.
"You didn't shoot him. You have nothing to apologize for." Craig said. "Paul and I would play on the street to get some cash sometimes. So…Misfits, huh? What do you guys do?"
"We're kind of superheroes." Wanda replied with a smirk.
"Ah." Craig nodded. "You run around in funny colorful outfits saving the day and other garbage like that. Like those idiots in all the comic books."
"Haven't you ever wanted to be a superhero in your life?" Wanda wondered.
"Not really." Craig admitted. He then stuck his head up. His face formed a suspicious look, and he began looking around.
"What is it?" Wanda wondered.
"Something's…off." Craig replied. "Someone's here!"
"Gotcha, muties!" A Cobra Viper leapt out of the bushes and started firing his machine gun.
"Down!" Wanda ordered. The Scarlet Witch and Craig quickly flipped up under a table and ducked behind it. Craig peeked up and his right eye glowed purple. He fired a purple laser from his eye. The laser hit the Cobra Viper's gun, blasting it out of his hand and making him scream. Wanda then sprung up to her full height, and pitched a hex-bolt. The hex-bolt hit the Viper, sending him flying. "Cobra!" She activated her Joe-Com.
The LA beach
"I hope my brother's okay." Paul said to Cover Girl.
"Don't worry, Paul. I'm sure he's fine. Wanda's with him. She's one of the toughest members of the team." Cover Girl reassured. She looked at him.
"What?" Paul wondered."Do you like Kiss?" Cove Girl wondered.
"They're the hottest band in the world!" Paul grinned. "Why?"
"You look like Paul Stanley, you know that? I can imagine him looking like you as a teen." Cover Girl explained.
"Huh." Paul thought about it. "I guess so. I heard the Misfits live on an army base. Is that true?"
"Yeah, kind of." Cover Girl said. "It's no ordinary base."
"I noticed that the other Misfits seemed to have known each other for a long time." Paul said.
"They have." Cover Girl replied. She told Paul the story of how the Misfits were formed.
"Wow." Paul said in amazement. "That's some story."
"Yeah, we've become a little family, as crazy as it is." Cover Girl smiled. "Those kids drive me nuts at times, but I love them. You should've seen what they did for me on Mother's Day." Paul sighed.
"It's been a very long since I had a family. I have my brother, but that's it. For most of my life, he and I had no idea the other existed. We found out thanks to our mutant powers emerging." Paul drooped his head sadly. "My mom and dad were great to me. I miss them."
"I'm sure someday you'll find what you want." Cover Girl said.
"Craig wants a family, too. He won't admit it, though. He's very private." Paul said.
"Hey there, shorty." Lady Jaye smiled, walking up to Paul. She messed up Paul's long black hair.
"Hey there, Miss Jaye." Paul smiled.
"It's just Lady Jaye." Lady Jaye chuckled. "How you doing?"
"The little guy misses his mom and dad." Cover Girl said. "Poor old Starchild."
"Starchild. My mom called me that." Paul smiled sadly. "She and Dad found me on a starry night. They also called me that because of the star on my face. My dad joked that I was a 'child of the stars'. When I was five, Mom would read me a story, and then say to me: 'Good night, little Starchild.'"
"Sounds like they loved you very much." Lady Jaye said sympathetically.
"They did. Then they died, and I had my inheritance stolen from me by some unscrupulous executives who didn't want me to have my money. They feared what a mutant would do with access to a huge bank account." Paul sighed. "That's how I ended up on the streets."
"Some story. Sorry if I overheard." Althea said.
"It's alright." Paul waved his hand nonchalantly.
"You know, you could come live with us as a Misfit." Althea offered. "We could use more members."
Well, well, well. Looks like Paul Starr has got an offer! What will happen next? Will Paul accept the offer to join the Misfits? What'll happen to Craig and Wanda? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!