-Wanda's room-
Wanda lied on her bed gasping for air. Her skin was coated in a thin sheet of sweat. Todd stood by her bedside, worry evident on his face, with a moist towel in hand patting her forehead.
Wanda's eyes still glow scarlet, "He's… being attacked," she whispered in between massive breaths of air.
She tried to sit up but Todd held her down, "You can't help him like this," he said, refraining from using all his might to protect her fragile body, "Give yourself a few minutes and send me."
St. John hovered above her body, 'Listen to the amphibian Sheila. You don't wanna be a loihability to him,' he stated with an all too serious tone.
Wanda closed her eyes for several minutes, thoroughly scaring each boy, until she finally opened her eyes to reveal huge sapphire orbs. Still panting she finally relaxed, or so it seemed. She began muttering a small chant.
Wanda suddenly stopped chanting and looked up at the green teen, "Go suit up," Todd only nodded in response and hopped out of the room.
'What were you muttering Sheila?' St John asked worry apparent in his voice.
Wanda got to her feet with a surprising swiftness. She threw off her clothes and put on her new scarlet Kevlar body suit that stretched to her neck. It resembled her old tights but with the added benefit of being bullet proof, and somewhat resistant to flames. She wrapped a black Kevlar corset around her chest and laced it up. She then pulled on new thigh high black boots, and her classic trench coat. Finally she reached into the drawer next to her bed and slipped on the flint mechanism for St. John.
Wanda adjusted her coat, "Fatigue spell. It gives me a burst of energy for a little more than two hours, but afterwards I'll be out cold for the next twenty four hours.
St. John descended upon her and assimilated into her body, "Well Sheila Oih think it's about toihme you conjured up some voodoo so we can help Speedy," he said flicking his wrist making several small sparks.
-Meanwhile at Stark Industries at Pietro's Speed-
In a relatively confined room, Pietro could only access a fraction of his true speed, if he was lucky. He had already leapt off the stool and two his feet. His next move involved throwing a certain clone over his shoulder, narrowly avoiding a white hot plasma burst.
The plasma burst made contact with the stool rendering it a smoldering puddle of liquid metal.
Pietro then dashed across the room and scooped the exhausted Sentinel woman under his arm. He dashed around the room in a desperate attempt to avoid white hot plasma.
-Regular Speed-
Bastion smiled at his accomplishment. With a few well aimed plasma blasts Pietro had been corralled between a large desk and a smoking crater.
"Two mutants and a traitor," Bastion said with a smirk, "It's days like these I'm glad I was given emotions," he approached the trio hands glowing white; he raised his arm ready to release the built up energy.
"Maybe they shoulda programmed you with a conscious," Fury yelled out as his trusty forty-five emptied four shells into the Sentinel's back.
Bastion's arms quit glowing and fell limp to his side, which caused Fury to smirk in satisfaction. That is until the four bullet wounds 'spit' out the bullets. Fury was left speechless as the slugs hit floor. Bastion turned to Fury and raised his left arm.
"I can not kill you," he said as his hand began to crack with electricity, "But I can make sure you stay out of my way," upon finishing his statement a bolt of raw electricity shot from his hand and into Fury's body, thoroughly frying his nervous system and rendering him unconscious.
Bastion then turned back to Pietro only now noticing that he was gone. He let his scanners do the searching and turned to his left where Stark still stood motionless.
Pietro stood directly in front of the man of iron, Stark's back to Bastion.
"Hey if you're the good guy why aren't you helping?" Pietro asked in a whisper as to avoid detection.
"That's an incredibly easy answer young Mr. Maximoff," Bastion said hovering a few feet above the ground, "While the Omega Sentinel must make physical contact with a machine to influence, all I must do is observe one," Pietro's jaw dropped in response, "Yes, any machine within my field of vision is a potential ally," He turned to the left an blasted a desk to dust, "Isn't that right Omega?"
Laura crouched next to Karima, holding her so she wouldn't be decorating the floor. Karima's eyes began glowing with an all too familiar red tint.
"Laura! Get away from her now!" Pietro yelled with urgency.
"What? Why?" she asked right before the Sentinel flung her across the room and into the silver-haired speedster.
"That's why… owe," he said as Laura got off of him.
Bastion began laughing in a traditionally villainous way, "Omega regain your position by my side and destroy them."
Karima smirked as her arm shifted into her famed sentinel cannon, "I'm going to enjoy this," she took several steps forwards, letting the cannon charge and gather heat as well as ambient energy, and only stopped until she was just short of being on top of the two mutant teens. She aimed her cannon, a hair's width away from either of their faces and… smiled?
"Huh?" both mutants said in unison.
She spun around, aimed, and fired.
Bastion let out a loud groan, "What… how? You're… under my control…" he said sporting a brand new hole in his mid-section.
Karima walked up to his twitching body, "You may be able to control machines but a dear friend helped me realize that I'm still human, and you can never control or take that away from me," she took great satisfaction in watching his eyes flicker until they finally extinguished. She then began to
fall to the ground. She closed her eyes waiting for the cruel cold floor, but instead, she felt a warm inviting embrace. Pietro had caught her, and he held onto her. He held onto her like a frightened child might hold onto his bear during a thunderstorm.
"Are you always going to catch me when I fall?" she asked as he stood up straight.
"You're in the Brotherhood now, you have to get used to falling," he said with a smirk, "But I guess it would be okay to catch you a few times."
She chuckled, "I can't lift my arms," she said in between calm breaths of air.
Laura rolled her eyes, "Can we go home now?" she asked.
Pietro looked at the young woman and smiled, "Sure, hop in my arms and we'll…" he was swiftly interrupted as Laura pushed him to the side, sending him on a trip to the floor.
"What the hell!" he yelled in frustration. Pietro was quickly silenced as a Repulsar beam made contact with Laura sending her flying across the room and into the wall leaving a massive dent, "What's your problem!" Pietro yelled springing to his feet and launching a barrage of punches.
When Pietro finally stopped he looked down at his now damaged hands. Several small cuts and scrapes lined his knuckles.
He heard chuckling from the floor, "With my final moments of consciousness I will force this man who fancies himself a machine to destroy the Lehnsherr bloodline," Bastion said barely clinging to life.
Iron Man raised both hands and prepared to deliver a devastating blast. While, Pietro positioned himself in front of Laura, and he pushed Karima behind him, ready to take the full force of the blast.
"Then you might want to destroy the entire cheerleading squad and half of the X-Women, because my brother is a man whore."
Pietro smiled as he saw his sister and Todd standing behind the Golden Avenger. He then furrowed his brow, "Hey!"
Todd leapt over the resident genius, and stood by Pietro's side, "What's goin' on in here yo?" Todd asked looking at the carnage and destruction.
"Same thing that happens when the Brotherhood goes to the library," Pietro said with a shrug.
Todd nodded in understanding, "Gotcha, got drunk, picked a fight with the librarian, didn't count on the janitor jumping in."
"Iron Sentinel, destroy them all!" Bastion yelled from the floor.
As Iron Man raised his arms to attack a massive fireball impacted his back, "I'm your opponent now."
Iron Man turned to face Wanda, and caught another fireball with his jaw.
"It isn't workin' Sheila," St. John said throwing another fireball at him.
Wanda smirked and raised her hand, "You did your job," her hand began swirling with scarlet chaos magic and a blue hex bolt. They swirled around each other and finally met in the middle of her palm forming a purple hybrid. "Catch," she said gently tossing the new orb at him.
As it impacted him the Iron Man armor began to crack and rust. Metal and circuits hit the floor revealing a well toned man.
"Thank you," Stark said panting, "I… couldn't control it," he then turned to face Pietro, "Is she okay?"
Pietro slung the downed clone over his shoulder, "Yeah sure," he looked to his sister, "Wanda, let's get her home."
Wanda only nodded, "The sooner the better, we have to back up Lance," she stated as a scarlet light began to swirl around the five teen, ending only when they were safely on their way home.
Stark slowly got to his feet, "I could have killed her," he said in shame.
"But the point is you didn't. Learn from your mistake, create a program that even you can't hack," Stark looked up to see Fury leaning against the wall, "By the way how would you like to work on a secret project with me?"
-Meanwhile in upstate New York-
The mighty Challenger roared down the highway. Lance in the driving seat, and his father riding shotgun.
Julio hung his arm out of the window, "You've got one hell of a ride, Lance."
Regan rolled her eyes from the back seat, "Give me a break," she said with contempt in her voice.
Todd then shot out from the back seat and began fiddling with the radio, "How's about some music?"
Lance peeked an eyebrow, "Since when don't you use your tongue to flip the station?"