-A few minutes later at the Boarding House-
Pietro, Lance, and Todd walked back into the house. Lance was quickly met with a glare as Regan walked up to him snatched the bag in his hand, and then stomped up the stairs.
Lance sighed, "Do we have school tomorrow?" he asked.
Todd leaned against the entry way to the living room, "Yeah," he examined his leader closely, "Gonna be a long day ain't it?"
Lance only nodded as he too made his was up the stairs.
After Lance's form disappeared up the stairs, Pietro and Todd walked into the living room. They sat on the couch and began flipping through various channels until Wanda entered the room.
She had large black bags under her eyes and she looked as if she had just run a marathon, "Pietro, can I talk to you?" she asked.
Pietro nodded and got to his feet. He then followed his twin sister up the stairs and down the hall to her room.
Wanda opened the door and Pietro closed it after both teens entered. Wanda lay on her bed and pulled the blankets up to her shoulders.
"Pietro?" she asked, "Why didn't you wait for me? Why did you take that girl? Is it that I can't keep up?" her voice shook with worry.
Pietro sighed. He knew eventually this topic would come up. He peered out of the window for a moment, and deduced that in a few short hours they would have to go to school.
"Its not that I didn't want to wait, its just I thought that if it was just the two of us we could sneak in find her and I could just sped us out before anyone even knew we were there," he gave her the Patented Brotherhood Smile of Innocence, "Guess I should have known that nothing ever goes smoothly for us."
Wanda gave him a slight smile, "Pietro, I'm not going to be awake for a day or two… Side effect of the Fatigue Spell… Tell Freddy I'm glad he's okay…" her eyes closed.
Pietro waited for a moment, until he heard a light snore come from his now sleeping sister, "Night Wanda," he said as he placed a light kiss on her forehead, "You're the only one that can ever keep up."
-Meanwhile outside the Brotherhood Bathroom-
Lance sat in front of the door. He turned to the side and watched as Pietro and Wanda walked into her room.
"A three minute test," he said with a hint of anger, "Stupid scientists."
Lance had told her that she missed her period a few weeks ago, which thoroughly sickened Lance. He had deduced that it would sicken any man, but that wasn't the topic right now. She said that it wasn't uncommon for a woman to miss a period, but when she saw that her dial dispenser had one lonely pill still in it, she flipped out.
So now, Lance sat on the cold wooden floor, waiting to see if he would become a father or if his loving and adoring wife would castrate him in his sleep.
The door opened suddenly and Lance fell backwards hitting his head on the linoleum floor. His wife looked down at him a cold glare fixated on him.
The only thing he could think of to do was give her the Patented Brotherhood Smile of Innocence.
"Oh don't give me that smile you idiot," she said in an extremely agitated tone.
"You're pregnant?" he asked with an honest smile.
Her face softened considerably, "No."
Lance shot to his feet and wrapped her in his arms, "Hey, its okay I don't think we're ready yet," he said in a reassuring voice.
"Me either," she said with a smile on her face, "Do you think we'd make good parents?" she asked staring into Lance brown eyes.
He kissed her on the forehead, "Yeah," he looked into her eyes, "As long as we have each other."
Pietro then walked past the loving couple, "I'm pretty sure that will lead to this situation repeating itself," he said with a smirk.
"Shut up, Pietro!" Regan and Lance yelled in unison.
-Pietro's room-
Laura laid on the bed, in a vain attempt to sleep. She didn't know why, its not as if she had to go to school in the morning. Not that she didn't have the proper documents, 'they,' as she liked to call them, made sure to secure her a legitimate birth certificate and social security number, for the government was more prone to ask questions if they thought someone with a ghost-like status existed.
She turned onto her side as soon as Pietro opened the door, she could hear the exchange in the hallway. She looked down the bed and at the speedster.
She watched as Pietro pulled off his shirt and threw it in the corner. She watched as he then slid off his pants and did the same. Then she watched as he walked to the dresser in front of her and pulled out some pajama bottoms and quickly pulled them on.
Finally, he walked around the bed and Laura felt the added weight to the mattress as he sat down, then lay down, and finally pulled the blanket over both of their bodies.
She smiled at the situation, he wasn't exactly making any physical contact with her, but they were sharing the same bed. And it was all she needed, that little spark of reassurance.
A surprised look took over her face as he scooted closer to her, their backs pressed together. Her cheeks were actually burning, but soon it too turned into a smile.
That is of course, until he turned and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her just a little closer to his body. She closed her eyes and let the utter shock fade. She let it fade and be replaced by content.
Suddenly, she felt very sleepy. She couldn't explain it. Was it the warmth of having someone next to her? Was it the safety of having someone actually looking out for and taking care of her? Or, could it have been that she finally didn't feel alone?
The last thing she could clearly remember was Pietro resting his head into the crook of her neck.
-Meanwhile across town at the X-Mansion-
Throughout the mansion peace and silence reigned supreme, if one didn't know better, one may be able to make the assumption that each of the occupants was fast asleep in his or her individual room.
But of course that's not the case, for in this particular mansion, down a particular hall, in a particular room, occupied by a particular boy, peace, nor rest for that matter, was not on the agenda for the night.
The room held the standard luxuries, a bed, a dresser, and a desk. But one thing unique to the room, was a metallic bar hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room.
From this bar hung a boy… no a man. A man with a muscular body, toned specifically for endurance. Using only his arms he would pull his body up, until his chin was raised higher than the bar itself.
But the act of exercising in itself isn't strange, for every student in this particular institute trains to become stronger and more adept with using his or her gift. The gift some can destroy mountains with the blink of an eye, while others walk through them, and others, still, can simply lift said mountain. The one thing that makes this particular student unique isn't an optic blast, intangibility, or strength.
Wings, this student has two large angelic wings protruding from his back, but like a certain speedster there is more to his gift than simply flight. He is the perfect machine for flight, a hollow bone structure, superhuman respiratory system, unparalled eyesight; all aspects of his enhanced physiology. His name is Warren Worthington III, known to the X-Men as the high flying Angel.
He did several more repetitions, more than any normal man can ever accomplish. Sweat dripped from his body and landed in small pools on the floor.
"Over compensating are we?" a sinister voice asked from behind the winged young man, "Is it because you're significantly weaker than even the she-wolf?"
Warren lost his grip and quickly made contact with the floor, but instead of having his feet firmly on the ground, he slipped on his own sweat and hit the ground with a thud. After a moment, Warren pushed himself off the floor, revealing a long bleeding gash above his right eye. He turned to face the voice, and came face to face with none other than Mister Sinister.
Sinister smirked at the boy, but his smile swiftly turned into surprised, "So you've developed an accelerated healing factor?" Sinister questioned as he watched as the gash closed over the course of seconds, "Join me," he said, with a renewed smirk.
Warren wiped the blood from his brow, "Never," he said defiantly.
Sinister crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, "That's perfectly acceptable; it is your choice to make. I've already persuaded two of your comrades," he said the last part more to himself.
Warren shot into a standing position, "What? Who?" He asked in a threatening voce, expanding his wings to create more of an intimidation factor.
Sinister stared at the boy, "The fire princess, and the clone," he stated indifferently.
Warren's facial features softened and his wings fell into an almost depressed slump, "I will join you," he whispered.
Sinister smirked, "But I haven't even made you an offer," he feigned surprised.
"I'm not joining for your personal gain," Warren expanded his wings again; "I'm joining, to take care of Laura and Amara."
"Fine," Sinister said, "I will collect the three of you soon, and do make sure to keep it a secret, those two young women have far more to lose than you could possibly understand," Sinister said as he faded into the shadows.
Warren clenched his blood stained towel in anger, "There's more to life than power."