Notes: Many many thanks to the people who're still reading this. And sorry for the massive delay (school loves me). Also excuse any crappy show of medical information, haha, I'm still learning. Since I'm totally rusty on doing narratives (I've been doing these basic essays), tell me how I'm doing guys, plot wise, word wise, all that jazz, it would really mean a lot to me. (Also, everybody wish me luck - I'm applying to my dream college soon. I hope I get accepted!)

Blackbird

Chapter 7: Lucky Today

It wasn't until she had to find a way to drag Pietro to shelter - while still managing to have a free hand to defend herself should she need to - that Wanda wondered why exactly she went out of her way to do stuff like this. For Mystique at that. Dragging the dead weight that was Pietro, she thought back to the speeches both her brother and father would give. It was possible that yes, they were the next step in evolution.

It was possible that they had a point, that because of their fear, the humans will inevitably kill all the mutants. But it's also possible that no, humans and mutants can coexist. It wasn't something that Wanda actively thought about. She had enough to worry about.

She made her way to an alley of hopefully two abandoned buildings and took the time to survey her surroundings. Lance stayed behind to keep those mechanical creatures from following their trail. She closed her eyes at that; smaller, faster, and slightly more efficient than the sentinels. If those things got any of them...

They had got what they needed, but now the issue was where to go from here. Toad and Blob weren't responding to her communications, and neither was Mystique. She felt the onset of a headache, and she clenched her eyes more shut, blocking out her panic and trying to think of her next steps.

Pietro's health was first, she decided, then a place to rest for the night would be second priority. She opened her eyes and looked around again, almost expecting something to be right there to capture her. She looked at Pietro. And found him staring right back. She froze when she saw the black eyes. But there were no broken bones, but it was possible something could be sprained. Not big wounds, but he had tiny little cuts littered all over him. Both stayed silent as he tried to sit up.

Wanda brought out the medkit and started tending to both their wounds.

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"I can't see anything," Wanda muttered to Pietro.

"Look harder, I know it's there," he snapped back. And if Wanda kicked Pietro on the seat that was his shoulders, well that was simply an accident.

They were at a building that Pietro sped them to. He claimed that there was something he needed to get that would help them out and it could double as a place to rest before they decided whether or not it was safe to return to the boarding house.

The whole time they were there, Wanda had been eyeing Pietro while trying to seem nonchalant about it. It was possible that Pietro could tell what she was up to, but if that was the case, he never let on. Pietro was just too calm about this, and knowing her brother, there was always a good reason why.

Wanda continued to blindly feel around, and she was just about ready until the back of her hand hit something unusually warm. She patted around, then tried to move the object. When she could, she nudged Pietro with the heel of her foot.

"Found it."

"See if you can lift it," he told her, not missing a beat.

Wanda felt out the object, then tried to properly balance herself on Pietro with no hands and reached for the object, a box, then slowly lifted it, then hugging it to her chest. Pietro eased her down to the floor and took what now Wanda saw as toolbox and walked away to set it on the table. The toolbox was black, locked with a combination and a key lock and dispute all the dust Wanda felt around on that ledge, the toolbox was remarkably clean.

She watched Pietro pull out a piece of jewelry, a ring to her surprise and she watched him use the jewel attached to the ring to open the first lock. He moved a little to fast for her to catch the combination of the other lock, but Wanda noted that the last number was 34. She was pretty sure Pietro was slowly opening the toolbox for dramatic effect, because when it finally opened, there was no bomb, no smoke screen, extremely loud or sudden noises aside from the small buzzing of what Wanda recognized as a vibration from a phone. She walked closer to her brother, her fingers tinging with her power should something happen.

"Relax Wanda," Pietro rolled his eyes.

"What're we going to do about the others?"

Pietro shrugged, as he glanced down at the small little phone vibrating in his hands.

"You should go find something to eat," he told her distractedly, and sped off, leaving Wanda to stare blankly at the spot he was just in.

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Pietro had decided that it was best for them to split up and head towards home. That way, if they were being followed, there would still be a chance to get all the information over to Mystique. The found civilian clothes in the building (Wanda wanted to ask how they had their exact measurements, but this was Pietro she was dealing with), and all edible foods and split what they had collected, with Pietro giving her specific directions on how to head home from here. He had sped off in the direction they came from, and Wanda had the slight hope that her brother was going back to see if Lance was okay.

From what Pietro described, she was a long walk and two bus drives away. Glancing around, the neighbourhood, Wanda realised that this area was close to where District X was. She knew that area well, and threw Pietro's directions out of her head. She'd be home by tomorrow morning as apposed to late afternoon tomorrow.

There was nothing to occupy her thoughts but what she would have to do when she got home. If Mystique would concider this mission a flat out failure, or if, given the fact that the whole "espionage" part of it was kind of a bust.

It was supposed to be a simple in and out kind of thing, from what she understood but the more Wanda thought about it, the more things didn't make sense. If it was a simple starter mission, why not go small then work their way up? But it was just a retail building. With private files. And high end security. Mystique must of known that. Pausing midstep, Wanda frowned.

Mystique all of planned this to happen.

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When Wanda reached home, she found that only three of the others were actually there. She searched the three guys' faces, stopping at the matching set of her twins. All of their faces were just as blank as hers. Afraid to ask where the missing Brotherhood member was, Wanda walked passed them and headed straight for her room, suddenly more tired than she originally thought she was.

She curled onto the bed, on top of the covers before stretching out fully and sighing in relief. Stretching more, Wanda felt her back pop in certain places and her calves ache in the just the right way. She sucked in a big breath then puffed it out when she curled back in on herself. She could hear the movement downstairs and the excitement of nature outside, but it was all fading out. She could deal with everything later, when her mind felt as rested as the rest of her body.

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"So where is he then?"

"Not here, obviously."

All the males in the room watched as Kitty's face turned red. Wanda was focused on the fact that Kurt was the one accompanying her. Kitty made a move to hit Pietro, but Pietro zipped right behind her to whisper something in her ear and grinned as her face turned even more red. Expecting the girl to huff out of the house, Wanda was surprised to find her marching to her spot on the stairs, heading directly towards Lance's room.

Obviously, Pietro could of stopped her - in fact he tried - but Kitty simply fazed through him and kept marching on up. Wanda rolled her eyes at the fact that both Toad and the Blob followed behind the two shouting teenagers, knowing full well they were only going to be spectators this time.

"Oh mein Gott, Katzchen," Kurt muttered, exasperated and suddenly standing right beside where Wanda was sitting.

She silently applauded herself for not jumping in surprise before promptly scolding herself for not being aware of other mutant even moving beside her. She wondered if that was just one of Kurt's natural abilities or if she was being unaware. Today he was opting for the holographic version of himself. Wanda still wasn't quite sure if she approved of this version of the mutant. She did however like that he kept up appearances and had this version of himself with short hair. She wasn't sure if the whole tugged shirt into the boxers while wearing khaki cargos was to her taste. She hoped these fads changed. Soon.

The shouting got louder upstairs and Wanda frowned. Her brother was enjoying the argument. Meaning he was going to drag it out as long as he could.

She stood up and headed outside, knowing that the German mutant would be following right after her.