Project 2512125: The Crusade of a Team of Heroes
Chapter 6: The Lord of Magnetism and The Speedster (Featuring Quicksilver and Magneto)(With Iron Man and Mr. Fantastic)
Win as if you were used to it, lose as if you enjoyed it for a change
"Magneto?" exclaimed Belle, half in shock, half in amusement. Come on, it was Magneto. The guy who thinks it cool to wear purple and red. Together. Talk about costume choices...
The hooded man slid the hood back and took his purple and red helmet off, shaking his shockingly white hair that reminded her of Tommy. The white hair was actually genetic, both Erik and Pietro were born with it, despite their mutation. "Shouldn't you..I dunno. Be blowing some place up?"
"Just like Pietro." he stated simply, sighing. Tony and Reed nodded in agreement. Spot on he was. A little mini Pietro in every way. Less like his sister.
Belle crossed her arms, her emerald eyes blazing. She really didn't want to talk to Magneto, Iron Man and Mister Fantastic right now. She wanted to go back to her team. The only people who didn't want to ship her off to be a weapon. Unlike X-23, the female clone of Wolverine, she had emotions, she had feelings, but she was still a weapon, not made to live a life with others. She was made to be the weapon every side wanted, someone who could absorb powers by genetic codes and use them, attack who they wanted. Despite her own feelings. "What do you mean?" she demanded, her bitchy side making an appearance.
Tony piped in. "Your attitude."
"Shut it, tin head." shot back Belle, sneering. "Now what do you want, Magneto?"
Erik prepared himself, this girl, unknown to her, was fragile. If he said anything, or went too far...she'd snap...and most probably blow the building up. Kinda like last time, from what he'd heard. "I'd like you to join my new brotherhood of mutants. Not doing bad, just protecting the Mutants that haven't got their powers back in Genosha. You'd be surprised the state they are all in. None of them want to go to White Bitch and her institute either."
I wonder what happened to the last brotherhood, thought Belle with an inner smirk. She knew what Magneto was like with people. "Ha, are you kidding me? Not in a million years, and wasn't your son part of the original one? I'm not even a mutant in the first place, so..."
Erik was slowly losing his patience with her. He wondered if it was Pietro's personality she had inherited. Because she was acting nothing like Wanda. "You don't need to be mutant, and you know Quicksilver left me for the Avengers many years ago."
"Duh," said Belle. "He hates you. I thought you would've got the message by now after he tried to kill you countless times."
Reed was watching the bicker, a lot like Erik did with Pietro. But with them, it was a fight to the death. How would you feel if your father lied to you about being your dad, while you were a mutant terrorist? "Belle, stop it."
"Nah, it's fun." mocked Belle. She poked Erik's forehead, which he blinked at. "He's such an easy target."
Erik ignored the poke, raising an eyebrow. "It won't be anymore. You're very talented aren't you?"
"No shit," she drawled sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, "I bet you say that to everyone. Some sales pitch, Magneto."
Tony was appalled. "Excuse me?" her attitude was disgusting. Probably from Johnny Storm. He really needed to talk the Fantastic 4 about this. Reed was being easy with them.
Erik put an arm on her shoulder. "You're coming with me."
Belle raised an eyebrow, before smirking. "You've got to catch me first." she stood up and sped to some room in the tower. She wasn't going to leave just yet, and that wasn't because she actually couldn't get out.
Reed sighed after a minute or 2, "Sorry, Erik, she was just with the Young Avengers. Tony had to pick her up. Quite a emotional farewell, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Tony agreed, "With the mini-Quicksilver and all. You do know about them don't you?" he asked Magneto with no hint of seriousness. "Wiccan and Speed?"
"Yes." Magneto said distantly, the children of Wanda.
Dr Nemesis had shown him the Young Avengers, and when he told him about Wiccan and Speed, he told him that they could be his grandsons. Magneto knew they were. Thomas with his striking resemblance to Pietro, William with the supposed similar powers to his dear Wanda. Wanda had extreme magical powers, but he knew that not even she could create a human soul. Logan retorted with that he tried killing his son the last time, resulting in his daughter rendering nearly all of mutantkind powerless, therefore the Avengers won't be happy with him. He simply wanted to prove himself worthy of them, not to harm them.
"Why was it...emotional?" he asked eventually, battling his thoughts in his head. He was going to change his ways. He was going to be the father, (and grandfather) he should've been from the start. And it wasn't going to be easy, he knew that. With his reputation at hand, even getting everyone to forgive him and not see him as they bad guy was a effort on it's own.
"Speed has a thing for her...I think. I don't really trust Reed's perception on things. He's always so technical." stated Tony, talking a sip of his coffee.
"Oh, thanks Tony." Reed muttered.
Erik nodded. "That was only thing Pietro had trouble with. Girls." he ran a hand through his white hair. "Are you going to take her to Xavier if it doesn't work with me? The X-Men would happily take her in. It'd save you the destruction of Stark Tower. You don't know what'll happen next. And you can't keep her here, she's getting kinda on the rebellious side. Takes after Tony I suppose. "
"She'll go with you." reassured Reed, agreeing with Erik's comment. "The problem is getting her. She's nearly Quicksilver fast, the gene material was quite watered down, she's not that fast. But she's fast. And the only people fast enough that I know is the almighty Quicksilver himself and Speed."
Tony had a thought, a pretty good one in his opinion. Hey, all of his ideas were genius. He was Tony frickin Stark. "We could contact Pietro, he could help with her powers a bit."
Erik bit his lip. "You call Pietro. I'm leaving." he turned on his heels and stormed off without another word, bending the walls to make his exit. If Pietro saw him; he'd be dead for sure. No hesitation at all on his sons part.
"Do you know how to contact him?" Tony asked Reed. "I mean he's Quicksilver for god sake. The guy who we all hate cause this is pretty much all his fault. The Civil War, our Secret Invasion, our mutant decimation. Everything. He's probably in hiding somewhere."
"He has a mobile you know." smirked Reed. He took Tony's slim silver phone off the table, slid it open and skimmed through it. "He's even in your contacts, how could you not know?"
"Pepper does what she wants." yawned Tony, kicking his feet up on the couch, totally not caring about the situation.
Reed scrolled down to Maximoff, Pietro and touched call on the screen, brought the phone to his ear and he waited for the worlds fastest person to pick up.
Somewhere…
Pietro's phone rang.
He sighed, he could never get away from anyone. He wanted to be alone. Pissed off, he checked the caller ID and nearly had a heart attack when he read 'Tony Stark' on the screen.
Without even saying hello, he answered it. "I'm not joining the Initiative, Tony." he waited for him to answer.
"It's not Tony," the kind of familiar voice said. "It's me, Reed."
Pietro groaned. Great. When Tony Stark and Reed Richards were in the same room, their not having a party eating cupcakes and sipping lemon tea, they're probably plotting world domination. And after the Civil War; that's actually a pretty good reason, and most probably true.
"What do you want? I don't have time to put up with any more of your crap. If you screwed up, you fix it." he said, rudely.
Reed hesitated, Pietro wasn't in a good mood. When was he ever? His sister ruined reality as they all knew it. He had a reason to be pissed off.
"Spit it out Mister Fantastic," shot Pietro. He wanted to get back to his book, books took him away from the disaster his life had become. And sometimes, books weren't enough.
"We need your help." said Reed. "That's it, no strings attached."
"Really?" Pietro drawled, "Now that you've said it, what's the catch?"
"It's a job that you and only one other person can do."
"Well, then ask them! Leave me alone." Pietro shouted angrily.
"He's 16 and hates our guts."
"Well, sorry to break it to you. Apart from me not being 16; I'm in the same position. You've heard what's happened to me haven't you? All the shit I've been through? Ask your wife, or Johnny about it." he muttered bitterly.
"Pietro, we need you to chase after someone for us, that's it I swear."
"Who is it? Some terrorist? Wait- My father?" said Pietro, mockingly.
Reed paused. "A genetic mutate with super speed?"
Pietro knew who it was. Of course he did. All the Avengers knew, all of them feeling sorry for her. You would, of you knew what she's been through. "Did she run away again? I told you the precautions of giving her super speed. You never listen."
"Yes she ran away...sort of. Just...get here now!" he ordered.
"Avengers Tower? Or that dump of an Avengers Mansion that Tony still keeps and he sold to Luke Cage for a dollar to make a new team of Avengers with?"
"Tony's Tower. Ugh, your so stubborn."
Pietro stood up. Funnily enough, he was already in costume, "Keep your spandex on." he ended the call, threw his phone on the couch and sped off, wondering what powers 2512125 (he had to admit it was a stupid name but if you added 2 and the 5, then 1,2 and 1, and 2 and 5 again, you got 7 3 7. Which was the date the project was finished. The 7th of March, 2007. Which was like her birthday in some sense.) had pumped into her this time.
Tony and Reed headed towards Belle's room. The plan was to get Pietro to catch her and try to calm her down. Then Pietro could leave and off to Magneto she went, to help with Genosha and all the depowered mutants. It was kinda of a rough offer, but there was no-one who could really use her gifts.
Tony checked his watch. "How do you think Maximoff's going?"
Reed shrugged, turning left at a corridor. "She's 17, and his dad's a terrorist. I think he'll manage."
Tony's hand froze on the door knob. "Well, let's see."
He opened the door slowly. They both looked around the large room to see...nothing. At all.
"What!" exclaimed Tony, looking around the room. "Where is he?"
A green blur flew past them, followed by a black one. When you looked carefully, the blurs flew around the room; knocking over chairs and blowing the curtains in and out.
"PIETRO!" shouted Tony. One of the blurs stopped, the other still speeding around. "What on earth do you think your doing?"
Pietro, in his green Quicksilver costume threw his hands in the air. "What do you think I'm doing? She's frickin fast you know."
"Pietro," said Reed, running a hand through his hair, "That's why we asked you to catch her, Just try and make her stop, she's being difficult."
"You know the reason she's like this is because how you treated her." ranted Pietro. "She's been trained to be a weapon, then she's had a taste of what a perfect life could be. Then, like that, she's thrown into that horrible world, so I can understand why she's like that-" he pointed to Belle as she hid around the corner. "I've been in the same position. I've been working under Magneto not knowing that he's really my father as a terrorist. I joined the Avengers, and then I lost my powers, stole from the Inhumans, I took my daughter away and then I ended up getting divorced."
"Pietro," complained Tony, "Don't work your self up about the past. You had good intentions, you were just trying to save Wanda-"
"And look where it's got me!" argued Pietro. "I won't let you do this to her. Do you know that what your doing is wrong on so many levels? Half The Avengers agree with me."
"What we do," rebutted Reed rudely, "Is none of your business, Quicksilver-" he drawled, "Now, make her stop running so we can hand her to Erik-"
"No," he gasped, "Your not taking her to my father, are you crazy? He'll turn her into a weapon like he did with me and me sister. You wouldn't to that to some poor innocent girl which you manipulated so you could have the perfect weapon! To what? Be on top! What use is that to anyone!" he yelled at them.
Belle was leaning on the wall, trying to ignore all the yelling around her. Pietro, reminded her so much of Tommy that it hurt, was trying to save her, while Iron Man and Mister Fantastic were trying to cart her off to some genocidal terrorist.
A door slammed. To her it sounded like Tony and Reed had left, clearly fed up with Pietro's attitude. Belle heard a sigh.
"You can come out now, Belle. Just don't runaway. It never helps." Pietro said softly. He heard what Susan had called her, and it sounded nice. Belle, pretty, simple and sweet.
Belle slowly walked out from around the corner. She was still in costume and she joined the speedster on the floor. "Sorry for before-"
"No, it's fine." he looked up to see the young girl. He last saw her when she was nine, and she hadn't changed a bit. Sure, she looked older, but to Pietro, she was still the young, innocent girl who's life was majorly screwed up.
"Why did you come here?" Belle asked Pietro. "I haven't seen you for at least 8 years."
"I had to catch you." he simply stated, "Reed and Tony wanted me to make sure you didn't do anything stupid."
"Typical," she scoffed, "Make others do their dirty work."
"But I want to know why your giving them a hard time. You've always been here, why are you suddenly making trouble? I know they treat you like crap." said Pietro.
She laughed at him. He had no idea. "Pietro, It's been nearly 8 years. You've missed quite a lot. For starters I have way more powers that I started with, it's getting harder to control them." she confessed.
"I see you've inherited my speed. Well at least there's 2 of us, so I guess-"
"3-" cut in belle, "You, me and Tommy."
"Tommy?" Pietro said, confused. Then he realized. "Thomas Shepherd...Speed."
"Maximoff." she corrected, "Wow, he sucks at hiding his identity. I mean he wears goggles, cause the white hair kinda stands out. Oh and he's your supposed nephew."
His face was one of shock. "My...nephew?" he stuttered. "You- you mean Wanda's twins?" he shook his head. "But they were destroyed by Agatha Harkness, that's why she lost control." he was lost for words, what was Belle trying to say? Twins? Wanda! His mind was spinning. He put his head in his hands to breathe.
Belle grinned, "Reincarnated souls. Oh come on, you've seen the Young Avengers haven't you? Wiccan and Speed. The witch and the speedster, just like you and Wanda. You know when you think about it, he is kinda like your son...but that would mean you and Wanda...and that'd lead to incest...and that'd be wrong..." she babbled on.
"I...I don't know what I should be feeling," said Pietro. "Wait- does Magneto know about them?"
Belle bit her lip. "Um...yeah he does-" Pietro stood up. "But Billy is way more powerful that Magneto- he'll hold his ground if Magneto tries to kidnap them, which I doubt, he's going to make an effort this time. He's going to try and pull his family together again. You should give him a chance. He's with the X-Men now you know. But still, Billy will kick his ass if needed. Like majorly."
He smiled, "Billy? As in William?"
"Yep." she replied. She loved to see the smile on his face, his life needed something to smile about. "Do you want to meet them?"
"More than anything." he said, not hesitating. "They're the only sort of family I have left that isn't evil or mentally unstable. You actually are practically family to me. After all we do share the same genetics." he winked and Belle laughed faintly.
"Yeah, I suppose of you put it like that, I have a pretty big family huh?"
Pietro opened his arms. "Come here." he said softly.
Belle shuffled over and he slung his muscular arm over her shoulder.
"I won't let Tony or Reed take you away," he continued, "Whatever it takes."
"Where would he go?" Tommy paced around the room. "Avengers Tower? The Mansion? S.H.E.I.L.D? Cause he seemed kinda shifty and-"
"Xavier's Institute?" offered Eli. Kate gave him a look which shut him up immediately. His girlfriend was a tough one.
"I could just cast a locating spell you know." Billy suggested. He sighed, "But yet again, no-one listens to me. I should be mute."
"I listen." said Teddy, his head on the witches shoulder. "But I think Tommy's thinking ahead of himself."
"Tommy," said Cassie, not looking up from her book as she flipped a page. "Calm down. Tony and Reed aren't going to do anything bad to her."
Vision spoke up; "You should listen to Billy, Tommy. It'd save a lot of time and mistakes. You cannot afford to make mistakes, your identify is hanging by a loose thread."
Tommy sat down in a huff. "Billy, please?"
"I was going to do it anyway, but here it goes." he closed his eyes as usual, and they went their familiar blue. "She's in Avengers Tower." he said after a minute.
Tommy stood up. "What are we waiting for? Let's go." he begged urgently.
"Wait." interrupted Billy. Everyone gave him a look. "She's with someone...not Tony or Reed...she's with-" he gasped and opened his eyes.
"With who?" pressed Tommy.
Billy smirked, "You guys are not going to believe this. She's with Quicksilver."
Tommy arched an eyebrow a Billy. "Seriously. Quicksilver? Like our supposed uncle Quicksilver?"
"Yep, look at this." Billy opened his eyes and somehow projected what he saw onto the screen in front of them.
Belle was with, as Billy had confirmed- Pietro Maximoff, their uncle. Supposedly. Which ever theory you supported.
"...Don't worry," they heard Pietro say to Belle. They broke apart. "From how you make the Young Avengers sound. They'll come back to rescue you."
"Are you sure?" Belle asked, brushing her silver streaks away from her face.
"Yes." Pietro confirmed, "If Wiccan and Speed are anything like me or my sister; they'll try anything to make things right."
Just to be clear, Quicksilver's gonna be sticking around for a while, that is until they find Wanda, if they ever do. He has to be one of my favourite characters in the Marvel Universe. This is so boring posting these chapters when right now I'm writing chapter 9 and 10, which are way more interesting than this...anyway, please review and tell me what you think of this so far...