-The Brotherhood Boarding House-

Wanda walked down the hall, towards her brother's room. She stopped at the door and brought her hand up to knock, but for some reason she could not make her hand make contact with the door. It was odd. An odd situation indeed, Pietro was always the second, sometimes third, person to be in the kitchen. Many times she's walked into the kitchen to see only Lance and Pietro sitting at the table in total silence, Pietro leaning back in his chair, arms crossed across his chest, and Lance sitting across from him, reading the newspaper, with a cup of coffee within arms reach. She shook the memory from her head.

She sighed and finally knocked on the door, "Pietro?" she could hear rustling and feint whispers, "Are you going to school?"

The door quickly opened and closed, and a fully dressed Pietro materialized in front of her, "Yeah let's go," he slipped his back pack over one shoulder and made his way down the hall.

Wanda peeked an eyebrow as she watched Pietro walk down the stairs, "Okay," she looked back towards his door. She remembered Pietro coming home late last night, she couldn't see him because of his speed, but she swore she heard a woman's laugh. Her hand rested on the knob but she quickly removed it and made her way down the hall as well.

-Meanwhile at the Xavier Institute-

The room was dark. It was obviously morning, as rays from the sun tried in vein to peak through the thick drapes. The room was by no means empty, a dresser, a bed, and an artist's easel made the room feel like home to one individual in particular. Said individual sat up in bed, and swung powerful legs over the side. The individual quickly closed the gap between the window and bed. Drapes were immediately thrown open flooding the room with light.

And there… stood Piotr's intimidating frame. His body envied by men and lusted after by women. He recalled overhearing one conversation about his physique, the word, 'perfection,' was used. This actually saddened him, for there was more to the Silent Russian, than tremendous strength that few could rival. His mighty muscles covered a heart of pure gold, a heart that told him to work for Magneto, a heart that wanted to protect his family, and finally a heart of an artist.

He looked out onto the grounds, and Anna caught his eye as she sat in the back of a car heading for the high school. He frowned. He felt dirty. He felt cheap. He felt… used. She had told him that she was over the speed-demon, that she wanted nothing to do with the fleet-footed Pietro; that she couldn't remember why she was even in a relationship with the silver-haired speedster.

He shook his head, of course he believed her. He believes everyone. He's a pure soul, one who is unspoiled by the world. After all this was a new feeling for the Mighty Colossus, he had been used many times for his strength, but never… emotionally. He let out a soft chuckle. What a fool he'd been. After their night together he watched her as she slept, but something wasn't right. He looked at her face. It was contorted in sadness, then from her lips slipped a word that broke the unbreakable Colossus. She muttered the only word that could scrap the man literally made of steel. She whispered 'Pietro,' and realization hit him.

His face softened, "Whether she chooses to admit it or not, she is in love with him."

-A few hours later at Bayville High-

Pietro walked out of the restroom and down the hall. He was now making his way to the lunchroom, until four figures blocked his path. He was promptly shoved against a locker.

He smirked from his new position, "You're fast."

The brunette turned to his comrades, "He doesn't even recognize us."

Pietro leaned against the locker and crossed his arms, "Should I?"

The brunette stood up straight, reveling in the fact that he was more than twice the size of the speedster, "You were there when we got busted by those goody mutants."

Pietro scratched his chin, "The Wrecking Crew."

The brunette shook his finger, "Not here. In this building I'm Dirk, and these are my brothers," he pointed to the blonde, raven haired boy, and African boy, "Brian, Henry, and Elliot."

Pietro rolled his eyes, "And why should I care?"

Dirk slammed his hands against the locker, "You got us busted," he smirked, "Boys rough him up." He waited for a few seconds, "What are you waiting for?" he turned around and saw something that shocked him.

Freddy stood tall holding Brian in a bear hug, while Henry was writhing on the floor in a vein attempt to remove slime from his face, and Elliot was held at lighter point by St. John.

Lance glared at the bigger teen, "Can I help you?"

Dirk glared right back at the rock tumbler, "This ain't your fight hippy."

Now by no means is Lance a small man, after his training he nearly doubled in size, but the man he was starring down made Freddy look small, "No one makes fun of the hair," he threw out his arms and the ground began to shake.

Dirk began to grind his teeth, "Wrecking Crew quit screwing around!" Brian exploded out of Freddy's grip, Elliot spun St. John around which cause him to shoot a blast that melted the slime covering Henry's face. But before the two super powered groups could collide, all were paralyzed in fear.

Wanda walked towards the group, glowing with crimson chaos magic, "You four," she pointed to the Wrecking Crew, "Be gone," with that they ran off, "You idiots. Lunch. Now!" The 'fearless' Brotherhood boys quickly made their way to the lunchroom.

"This ain't over!" Dirk shook his fist angrily from down the hall. A crimson hex bolt was promptly thrown at him, "Owe!"

-A few hours later at a small café-

Wanda and Regan sat at a small round table on the sidewalk, both girls had a steaming cup of coffee sitting in front of them, and a dozen bags littered the ground around the two girls.

Regan let out a chuckle, "Lance does love his hair."

Wanda stirred her coffee, "And you never worry that he may still have feelings for Kitty?"

Regan paused for a moment, "Of course not, she may have been his first love, but I'm the woman he wants to spend the rest of his long-haired, racecar loving, beer drinking life with."

Wanda smiled, "Don't tell him I said this but I know he considers you to be the best thing in his life."

Regan let a small smile slip onto her face, "How are things with Red?"

Wanda took a long sip from her cup, she set her cup down and smiled surreally, "She's the love of my life, and it feels like she couldn't be happier." she paused for a moment, but before she could continue a familiar tremor shook the ground.

Regan rolled her eyes, "You don't think…"

Wanda rolled her eyes, "Those idiots couldn't stay out of trouble to save their lives."

-Meanwhile on the other side of the café in an open field-

The Wrecking Crew stood opposite the Brotherhood boys.

Lance was breathing heavily, blood trickled from his mouth. The other Brotherhood boys were equally bruised and bleeding. That's not to say the Wrecking Crew weren't in equal states of condition.

Lance stood up straight and tall, he hated to admit it but they were locked in a stalemate. These four punks were equal in power to the Brotherhood of Evil, and that really got to Lance. No one was their equal.

The Boys were ready to attack, waiting for any signal from their fearless leader, so that they may leap into action. Lance glared at his opponents as he thought about how they fought his team.

Lance sighed, "Pietro's speed and Todd's agility are almost useless against their strength. They're even stronger than Freddy. Johnny's flame can't even singe their clothes let alone their bodies," he closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. He stood that way for almost a minute. He finally opened his eyes and smirked. His hands became balled up fists; his brow become more serious; his eyes almost glowed brown. He lifted his leg and stomped it on the ground. What came next thoroughly shocked everyone. A colossal tidal wave of earth actually buried the Wrecking Crew.

Lance cleaned off his hands and turned to his brethren, "Well that wasn't so tough was it?"

True to Brotherhood luck, their win was short lived as the Wrecking Crew erupted from the ground and began issuing a savage beating to our heroes.

Dirk stood victorious over Lance, "Mutants," he smirked, "No match for the sons of a God." He turned to look at his brothers but they were all writhing on the floor clutching their heads in pain.

"I guess I wasn't clear," Dirk was promptly hexed to the ground, "So I'm going to say this once. Leave them alone," Dirk looked up to see Wanda's intimidating one hundred and twenty pound frame. Dirk's gaze shifted to the blonde, who was obviously subduing his brother.

Regan's eyes glowed with a white light, "Rather impressive physical power, but their minds are easily ravaged."

Wanda kneeled next to Dirk, "Tell Fury to make sure his next move is well thought out. I'm losing my patience."

Regan left the three unconscious boys, "What should we do with them?" she pointed to her husband and his comrades."

Wanda shook her head, "Let them walk home." Regan smiled and the two Brotherhood Females made their way back to the café to collect their belongings.

Lance stared up at the sky, "Women."