-The Brotherhood Living Room-
The conscious members of the Brotherhood stared out of the window, waiting for the two factions on their front lawn to come to blows.
Wanda cracked her knuckles, "I don't like this."
Freddy stood behind his leader, "What should we do Lance?"
Todd hoped onto the windowsill, "I say we kick these guys off our front lawn yo."
St. John pointed a flamethrower out of the broken window, "Oih'm with Todd mate, it's eight on eight."
Regan sighed, "Why don't you actually let him decide?"
Pietro turned to face the fearless leader of the Brotherhood, "Well?"
Lance stood at the window, watching and assessing the situation, "We wait." With that the other Brotherhood members turned back to the event outside.
-Meanwhile outside-
Logan remained in a state of shock, "Loki is still alive?"
Fury smirked, "Not even the Wolverine can kill a god."
The Wrecking Crew member dressed in purple stepped forward, "This guy tried to kill our old man?"
Fury glared at Logan, "Wrecker stay focused," he then turned back to the Boarding House, "Take your Brothers and get the target." Before the X-Men could leap into action, a window from the second story exploded, gathering the attention from the gathered mob.
Fury shook his head, "We're too late."
Logan stared at the one-eyed man, "Too late for what?"
As if answering his question Erik floated out of the window and down to the ground. He glared at the gathered armies, his eyes glowing a sinister blue. He then directed his glare to Fury, "You will leave the occupants of this house alone General."
Fury stepped forward, "I don't take threats; I give them."
Erik smirked from beneath his helmet, "This is not a threat, more along the lines of advice," he crossed his arms in an intimidating fashion that only Magneto could pull off, "Any move made against them will be a declaration of war against the entire population of Genosha," he then turned to Logan, "Although they are fully prepared to take care of themselves," and with that Erik levitated into the sky and faded from view.
Fury merely smirked, "Well I'm not leaving here empty handed. They still have one terrorist in there. Raven Darkholme you have twenty seconds to surrender!"
As if on cue the Brotherhood ventured to the front lawn. Lance stepped forward and pointed an accusing finger at Fury, "You'll have to go through us first."
Fury stood there in thought, mulling over Erik's words, "There's more than one way to skin a terrorist," he then turned his back to them, "Wrecker, collect your brothers, we have real estate to invest in," with that Fury and the Wrecking Crew departed into the shadows.
Lance then fixed his glare on the trespassing X-Men, "What are you doing here?"
Logan made a fist in an attempt to keep his claws sheathed, "You can't handle Fury."
Lance crossed his arms; "We've been handling him just fine on our own."
Logan shook his head and began walking away, "One day he's gonna come at you with everything he's got, and you're gonna wish you were never born," now Piotr and Scott were walking behind the angered Canadian.
Lance sighed, "That's a wish we've already made."
-A few hours later in Antarctica-
In the middle of the artic wasteland sat a being with crimson skin, and long flowing raven black hair. He wore a knight's armor that was beautifully decorated with gold trim, and a silver silk cape. White psionic energy engulfed him like an inferno of hellfire.
He opened his eyes and smirked, "You've returned to challenge me," he looked out to see a lone figure covered in thermal clothing.
The figure stopped just short of the crimson individual, and began levitating into the air. The clothing quickly fell to the ground revealing none other than the Master of Magnetism himself. Electricity cracked along his body, warming the air around him, "I will ask one more time, and then I will conquer you. Will you join me Bennet du Paris?"
The man named Paris smiled and levitated into the air to meet his adversary, "I've already told you, your cause is just and worth fighting for, but I will only follow one who can defeat me in battle."
Erik smirked as electricity emanated from his eyes, "I will be your Lord," Paris flew at Erik at an alarming speed, "Let's see if I remember how to do this," raw magnetic energy began manifesting in his hands as Paris grew ever closer. As psionic and magnetic energy met, the resulting shock wave could have very well been seen from space.
-The next day in the mutant friendly bar-
In the rather empty bar, in one of the corner booths, sat two very familiar mutants. On one side sat Pietro Maximoff, while Anna Marie Darkholme sat across from him.
Pietro examined the object of his affection, "You've been trying to tell me something since the day you got back," he leaned forward, "Are you ready to tell me?"
Anna diverted her gaze and busied her hands with a cocktail napkin, "Pietro…" she paused.
He placed his hand on hers, "Go ahead Anna, I'm here."
She looked up to see his smiling face, "Ah don't know how to say it."
He lightly squeezed her hand, "It'll be all right."
She sighed, "Ah was pregnant."
His eyes went wide in amazement, and a smile crept onto his face, "Pregnant?" but then realization hit him, "Was? What do you mean? You had a…" he found that he couldn't utter the final word.
She shook her head in response, "It…" she paused, "It was a…"
His head fell in sorrow, "Miscarriage," he held onto her hand, afraid that she might leave, "How?"
She lifted his chin and stared into his eyes, "It just wasn't meant to be."
"I'm sorry," his sapphire orbs were filled with a great sadness.
She tilted her head to the said, "Whah?"
Pietro was taken a back, "What do you mean 'why' you lost a baby, our baby."
She pulled her hand away from his and crossed her arms, "Listen, ah'm not ready to be a mother. If ah didn't lose it ah wouldn't have had it."
Pietro stared at her in utter disbelief, "Do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth?"
Anna glared at the speedster, "Ah can't believe ya want kids, ya haven't even grown up yet!"
Pietro snorted, "Yeah? Well I can't believe I made a kid with such a frigid bitch."
Anna stood up, leaned over the table, and pointed a threatening finger at the speedster, "Ya know what? Ah was an idiot for thinkin' that we could actually work out," and with that she walked towards the door and out of Pietro's life.
Pietro continued to sit in the booth, staring at the cocktail napkin that occupied his love's attention for those few short seconds, "I could have been a father."
-A few hours later in the Med Lab-
Anna sat on a stool watching as Hank poured several chemicals into a beaker. It was like watching an elegant dance, but to her it all looked so random, but in Hank's mind it was all very precise and exact, nothing was wasted, and there was just enough added to the concoction.
He smiled as the liquid cooled, "Are you sure, you want to go through with this?"
Anna stared at the blue liquid, "Yeah. Let's get this over with."
Hank could sense hostility emanating from the girl, but decided against pursuing it. He then poured the liquid into some sterilized test tubes, "Don't worry, there shouldn't be any significant side effects," with that he downed a test tube.
She stared at the tube, and shrugged. She tilted her head back with tube and drank the blue liquid. She immediately felt weak, but it was a familiar weakness. She walked to a medical gurney and attempted to pick it up. She was surprised when it didn't budge, but then she recalled that Hank was a genius, "It works."
Hank nodded, as his strength seemed to be diminished as well, "It's not perfect, come back if you experience anything out of the ordinary."
She only nodded as she made her way out of the lab; she entered the hallway and ran into a brick wall, a brick wall that goes by the name Piotr.
He held out his hands to steady her, "Anna, you are all right?"
She looked up into his sensitive eyes, "Yeah," her eyes began to wander, she took in his amazing physique, and smirked, "So Petey, where ya goin'?"
He smiled his giant genuinely innocent smile, "I was going back to my room to change."
She looped her arm through his and began walking with him down the hall, "Whah don't ah tag along?"
He peeked an eyebrow in confusion, "I do not understand."
She smirked and pulled one of her gloves off, she then traced the outline of his jaw with an exposed finger, "Let's just say Pietro's a jerk and ah want to see what hangin' out with a nahce guy would be lahke."
Piotr's innocent personality finally allowed him to understand the undertones in their conversation, "May I ask how you are able to touch me?"
She stood on the tip of her toes and gave him a small kiss, "Do ya really want to know, or do ya want to go upstairs?"
Piotr smiled at her and led her onto the elevator, "You never want to see Pietro again?"
Anna smirked and turned around. She pressed her back against his chest, "Pietro who?" Piotr smiled but what he couldn't see was the tear rolling down her cheek.
