Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it!
Pietro sat quietly in the backseat of the jeep with his eyes shut tightly. He was hoping, praying, that everything that had happened was just a terrible dream that he would be waking up from any second. Of course he knew this wasn't true, he could feel the warmth of the morning sun on his face, pressing gently against his eyelids until he finally opened them, looking out at the blurry shapes of the things they drove past. It was hard to be believe that the fire had happened only hours earlier. People were out walking their dogs, picking up their newspapers, and going to work like this was any other day. Like everything was the same. Like Freddy wasn't dead…Pietro grimaced, straining to keep the memories from flooding back. There would be time to think, but now definitely was not that time.
He shifted in his seat and felt something hard jab uncomfortably in his side. Reaching into his pocket, Pietro felt the comlink that Magneto had giving him, expecting daily reports. Unbelievably, he had almost forgotten about Magneto, and wondered if he should contact him, but Pietro stopped himself from asking the others, not wanting to be the one to break the silence they had been sitting in since they left the fire station. Magneto would understand…hopefully. The firemen had wanted detailed reports of what happened, but since none of them could find the words to explain anything, the firemen gave them a phone number in case they remembered anything, and let them go.
Lance sighed suddenly, and stopped the jeep, his eyes angrily focusing straight ahead. Toad lifted his head from where it was resting on his crossed arms, and peeked over Lance's head to see why they had stopped, and Wanda stirred from sleep, blinking a few times to make sure what she was seeing was real. The gates to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters loomed over them menacingly, and they felt anything but welcome.
"We're here," Lance muttered, stating the obvious, as he drummed angrily on the steering wheel. Pietro felt terrible for Lance, he knew this was the toughest on him. After he had quit the X-Men and went back to the Brotherhood, it was hard for him to have to swallow his pride and come crawling back. His past relationship with Kitty wasn't going to make things any easier, that and having to live in the same house as Scott Summers.
Not knowing what to do next, they sat in the car, waiting anxiously for something to happen. They didn't have to wait long. The intercom next to the gate crackled, a not a minute after the surveillance camera spotted them.
"Can I help you punks with somethin'?" Logan asked them, sounding just as intimidating as he did in person.
Pietro cleared his throat and spoke for the group, "We're here to join the X-Men."
Logan was silent for a moment before he starting laughing loudly. Toad slumped down in his seat.
"Let's get out of here. I told you guys you were fucking insane! They're never going to accept us!" Lance yelled turning in his seat to face Pietro. Pietro stared blankly back at him.
"Shut up Lance! Where else were we going to go!" Wanda screamed at Lance, as Toad covered his ears with his hands and started rocking back and forth in his seat, like a little kid, his eyes shut tightly.
"Wait, you kids are serious?" Logan asked, bringing their attention back to the intercom. A few seconds passed by when another voice sounded out of the little black box.
"Children, please forgive Logan, please come in." They had never been so happy to hear Professor Xavier's voice, especially when the tall metal gates slid open. It meant that he would at least hear them out. As Lance pulled the jeep through the gates, Pietro wondered if Xavier had heard word of the fire or he was just letting them in out of the goodness of his 'bleeding heart' as Magneto had put it. Either way, he and the other members of the Brotherhood were about to find out.