Pietro leaned back in the chair his arms and legs crossed.
"Name," the Voice said sternly.
"Pietro fucking Maximoff," Pietro said with an air of superiority.
"Don't let him lie to you, his middle name is Django," a very familiar witchy voice said.
"Wanda? Are you in there!?" Pietro exclaimed speeding to the one way glass.
"…No" Wanda said slowly.
"Focus!" the Voice commanded.
"Yeah, yeah focus!" Wanda exclaimed through the microphone.
"Codename," the Voice stated with a sigh.
"Quicksilver, Crowned Prince of Genosha," Pietro said massaging his temple as he walked back to the chair.
"Hobbies or interests of note?" the Voice asked in an equally annoyed tone.
"Hobbies include, but are not limited to, womanizing, Karima and womanizing Karima," Pietro said regaining some of his arrogance.
-The very next day at the X-Mansion-
"I'm gonna die, yo!" Todd exclaimed as he hopped, leapt and sprinted across the X-lawn in an attempt to avoid laser fire.
Todd's mood picked up as he saw an open second story window in the distance. He immediately began to pick up speed, pouring every ounce of energy into one final leap of faith through the window.
Todd flew through the window and tumbled along the floor crashing into the far wall, landing sprawled out against the wall, "Any landing you can walk away from…" he said hopping to his feet.
"Toad?"
Todd swiftly looked up at the use of his moniker only to notice a nude Laura Kinney, "Not walking away from this one…" he said in a panicked tone, "Goodbye legs… I wish we coulda spent more time together."
"Get out," she said fixing him with a glare rather than cover herself.
"I didn't see nothing, yo," Todd said darting out of the door and slamming it shut, "That I won't remember the rest of my life."
"I heard that," Laura called out from the other side of the door.
Todd's eyes darted back and forth before he made his grand escape. He then slinked along the hallway in an attempt to stay off the radar but alas even the sneakiest Brotherhood boy can't avoid the woman that wants his balls in a sling.
Our amphibious hero narrowly avoided catching a clock radio with his face. He looked up to see the individual he came to see, an individual that was far from pleased with his very existence.
"Todd, ya daft id'jit!" Rahne Sinclair exclaimed, her fingernails elongating into wolf claws.
"Oh uh… hi Rahne," Todd said his voice cracking in terror.
"Don't ye 'oh uh… hi Rahne' me!" she yelled grasping his shirt collar and sliding him up along the wall, "When were ye goin' ta tell me?"
Todd swallowed a hard lump and opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off before he could squeak out a response.
"An' don't ye dare tell me ye can answer me when I put ye down," she growled out slowly.
"Well Rahne… baby… my little fuzzy butt…" Todd rambled on trying in vain to buy some time.
Rahne's face began elongating into a prominent wolf's muzzle, "Ye have til the fangs grow in ta answer me," she warned as each tooth began sharpening into a fang.
"Fury's coming tomorrow to offer me and the Hood clan jobs to work for him as a premier mutant task force and I just wanted to come here and talk to you about it because everyone else seems like they have someone to talk to about important stuff and well you're important to me…" he said as quickly as he could, taking several moments to catch his breath.
"Ye daft id'jit…" she said more as a term of endearment than insult, "Ye know exactly what ta say ta save yuir life…"
"What can I say, yo? I have a way with words," he responded with a sly grin, "Can… you put me down now?"
Rahne promptly released her hold on our young hero and returned to her young and innocent human form, "Go on," she said expectantly.
"Well…" he started rubbing the back of his head, "When I'm with you…" he paused for a moment gathering his thoughts, "It's like I just robbed Fort Knox," he said grabbing her shoulders in a tender manner, "It's like I'm high, yo."
As if those were the magic words she began sniffing him, "Are ye?" she asked accusingly.
"Maybe a little from yesterday…" he trailed off studying her face for a moment before speaking, "You… you want to hang out with me for a while?" he asked, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
Rahne stared at him for an unnerving amount of time, enough time that Todd's leg began to twitch as he quickly deduced that there was no easy way to escape.
"I'd like that," she said leaning into him for a hug.
Todd returned the hug as he breathed a sigh of relief.
-A few hours later at the Hood House-
The various members of the Brotherhood stood tall and firm on the front lawn. Everyone, from Deuce to Raven, was poised for action.
"Are you sure about this Lance?" Regan asked staring at the back of Lance's head.
Lance opened his mouth to speak but decided against it. After a few moments a black military Humvee drove onto their front lawn.
"My lilies!" Raven exclaimed throwing her hands into the air, "Now what am I going to put on Lance's casket!?"
The Humvee doors were promptly thrown open revealing Nick Fury and a squadron of his elite officers.
Fury walked right up to Lance and paused, his troops flanking him on either side. He took the briefest of moments to look Lance up and down before he smiled.
"Naturally I assume you're all armed…" Fury said taking a moment to look at each member of the Brotherhood, "If you would be so kind."
The esteemed members of the Brotherhood promptly reached into various pockets and dropped knives, brass knuckles, broken bottles, a baseball bat, a vegetable peeler and Karima's right arm into a pile on the ground.
"Oh, you're definitely the answer," Fury said with a cocky grin.
"What makes you think we're interested in the question?" Lance said eying Fury with contempt.
"Because you didn't run," Fury said smugly, "And you can tell the young lady she can put her arm back on," looked over the mutants a smile on his face.
"What's our move Lance?" Todd asked dropping into a crouch.
"Don't worry I'll tell you exactly what your next move is," Fury said crossing his arms in a triumphant manner.
"Oh yeah?" Lance asked defiantly, "You and what Starfleet!?"
Fury reached for is earpiece, "Drop the cloak," he said in an unimpressed tone.
Suddenly, four S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopters appeared out of thin air, aiming a variety of weapons at the Brotherhood.
Pietro sped to his leader's side, "You have to quit saying that!" he exclaimed into Lance's ear then promptly sped back to his original spot.
"Willingly or dragged behind the truck," Fury said signaling for a helicopter to land, "Your move."
Much to Fury's surprise, Lance and the boys gathered into a huddle and began discussing the matter at hand. Occasionally a random Brotherhood head would shoot up and glare at Fury.
"Break!" the Brotherhood boys announced in unison.
"We have demands," Lance said crossing his arms.
Wanda palmed her face, "Not this again…" she sighed out.
"We demand to keep or name, we don't want you naming us something stupid like Freedom Force!" Lance announced with a proud nod, "Second…"
Fury immediately cut him off, "If you don't get into the damn chopper right now I'll go back to the X-Mansion and get some second string X-Men to do your job while I make your lives unbearable!" he exclaimed, knowing exactly which Brotherhood buttons to push.
And with that, the Brotherhood's possessions were unceremoniously thrown into the chopper, followed swiftly by the esteemed members of the Brotherhood.
-A few hours later in the X-Mansion-
News of the Brotherhood departing the city traveled swifter than Quicksilver being chased by a rabid Wolverine. Speaking of…
Logan sat at the kitchen table with his finest imported beer, a bottle in his hand and several empties littered the table. Yes, Logan was indeed in a celebratory mood, a mood that could quite possibly come to an end with the arrival of a certain weather witch.
"Logan must you drink so excessively?" Ororo asked as she took in the sight, "You know the younger students idolize you."
"Can't be helped 'Ro," Logan said taking a long swig of beer, "City's a lot safer tonight."
"Safer," she repeated slowly, "Because the Brotherhood is gone automatically makes the streets safer?"
Logan nodded, "Not on the streets, not in the city and when they left they didn't take anything that didn't belong to them," he said reaching for a fresh beer.
"They left with Amara!" she exclaimed watching Logan tilt his head back for another long drink.
Logan raised his glass in remembrance, "That lil firefly… could teach us all somethin' about takin' one for the team," he said taking another drink.
"We just lost a princess! Someone's going to notice!" Ororo exclaimed losing her patience.
"One step ahead of you," Logan said snapping his fingers.
Kurt promptly teleported into the kitchen wearing hip huggers and a blouse, "Vhy did I agree to this?" he asked fighting to breathe.
"Hey I told you to upgrade your image inducer," Logan responded opening yet another beer, "You're the overachiever in hip huggers."
"Touché Logan, touché," was Kurt's only response as he looked at Logan carefully.