Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men… I don't own Colossus (but just you wait until I take over the world…THEN HE'LL BE MINE!) but until then all I own is Anastasia Vasnieack. That's right. She's MY character.
Ok people, it's been awhile since I've motivated my lazy butt and actually worked on anything, so I've decided to work on this. I came up with story since I LOVE Colossus and I've always wanted to do something with one of my Russian characters. Now I know this isn't really evolution, but I fear that's it's just not enough of the comic book to stick it in that section either. But for anyone who cares, Colossus (Peter) wasn't the bad Magneto crony you might think he was, he was actually quite the "nice guy" that just wanted to do the right thing, but was also grieving the loss of his sister. Anywho, I want to make a few comments. First off this takes place in Russia, so there will be Russian dialect. It is written with the Russian alphabet and will be EXTREMELY hard to read if you don't know Russian. For this I am sorry, but I'm not sure how else to do this. It might change if I really don't like how it works. But not to fear, there aren't that many hard parts…I assure you.
Chapter 1: Homeward Bound
Peter fidgeted restlessly in his seat as he glanced out the window of the X-Jet at the land far below, every now and then. It was odd seeing such a giant of a man squirm about like a schoolboy waiting for the last bell to ring. He was almost nervous, a slight uneasiness mixed with excitement and almost a sense of joy settled in his stomach. They were growing closer and closer to the one place that caused this weird sense of uncertainty in him, a feeling that though he was not unaccustomed to, he never particularly liked to feel.
From across the isle Kitty noticed Peter's anxiety, and wondered what could be bothering the "man of steel". He was normally a laid back person, a calm person, sound and strong, but now he seemed to be preoccupied, distant even. What she was more concerned about was what was testing his nerves. Whatever it was, it was starting to get to her too.
"We'll be approaching the landing sight soon." Announced Cyclops as the jet started to slow. Scott and Storm looked back at Peter from the front of the jet. Peter pretended not to notice the signs of support his teammates were attempting to show him, by starring out the window. The ground looked icy and the terrain appeared bleak. Soon he would be stepping out into the cold air and frigid temperatures, but against his metal skin he would physically feel nothing. He would step out into the smell of burning wood and the collective sound of farm animals resting in their stalls. His eyes, ears, and nose would drink up these details of a place he once so dearly loved. A place he once called home.
"We're here. Everyone out." Said Scott sternly to the rest of the jet's occupancies.
"Ust-Ordynski Collective, near Lake Baikal, Siberia, Russia" Peter said to him self still staring out the window. Everyone else had begun to prepare them selves for the cold which lay out side and the trek to the farm collective from the warmth of the jet.
"Come on Peter, time to get going." Said a voice at his side. Peter broke out of his thoughts and turned around to face Kitty smiling brightly. He smiled gently back at her.
"I'm coming," he replied getting out of his seat. He towered above her at six feet six inches, and with a slouch, walked to the front of the plane and exited in line with everyone else.
"Peter?" Kitty said as he helped her down from the jet.
"Yes?" he said once they were safely on the ground and had begun to move towards the farm.
"You use to live in Russia, so you can translate if we need help right?" she asked as they walked along.
"Kitty, this is my home. This is were I used to live before I came to America. I grew up here." He said starring off towards their final destination. A hint of sadness tainted his voice as he responded to her, and his eyes were still distant. Kitty said nothing in reply. She now understood why he had seemed so nervous, and why he had been so quiet. "It's ok. I don't mind that you asked." He said to her almost as if he had known what she had been thinking.
"Peter, we need you to translate, so we'd appreciate it if you approached first." Said Scott from the front of the group. Peter almost rolled his eyes. Scott had made it seem as if they were sneaking up on a group of savages instead of a peaceful little collective, but silently he moved to the front of the group and prepared himself for the flood of memories he was sure to encounter.