Amara sat in her chair looking around the room, her eyes wide in curiosity.
"Name?" the Voice asked snapping Amara back to attention.
"Oh… Princess Amara Juliana Olivians Aquilla Allerdyce of Nova Roma," Amara responded with a small curtsey.
"Okay…" the Voice trailed off, "Codename?" it asked regaining some composure.
"I'm Magma… like the molten rock," Amara explained now holding a fireball.
"Yeah… that's great," the Voice said recalling its last dealing with fire, "Do you have any interests or hobbies?"
Amara thought for a moment, "I like shopping and throwing fireballs at people and… electricity," she replied with a large smile.
-The very next day-
The boys sat around in Lance's room in complete silence, they haven't slept, they haven't eaten and most importantly they haven't picked a senseless fight since Raven Darkholme was ripped from their lives… but that was about to change…
"You guys want to throw rocks at Iron Man?" Freddy asked with a hopeful smile.
"No challenge," Pietro replied, "Want to see if the Wrecking Crew is up for a food fight?" he asked with a peeked eyebrow.
"We're not allowed in the mess hall before lunch…" Todd paused for a moment then snapped his fingers, "You want to poke a werewolf with a stick?"
The boys turned to him, sinister grins on each of their faces.
-Several minutes later in the mess hall-
The Brotherhood Women were gathered around a table enjoying a nice headache free lunch.
"You know this is pretty nice," Regan said munching on a sandwich.
"So the boys are due to interrupt us any second now," Wanda said flipping through her newspaper.
"How long should we give them?" Karima asked with a playful grin.
"Shouldn't we give them the benefit of the doubt?" Amara asked sipping her juice.
Pietro suddenly materialized at the head of the table, "We didn't do it!" he exclaimed speeding away.
"Does that answer your question?" Wanda quipped throwing her newspaper onto the table.
At that moment the rest of the Brotherhood boys ran into the mess hall swiftly followed by a crazed salivating werewolf. Warwolf chased the boys around the room, trying to sink his claws and fangs in their hides.
Regan watched as Warwolf chased the boys out of the mess hall, "Well… the boys are going to get themselves killed and we're in the great state of Vermont… want to get hitched?" she asked looking at Wanda.
"Let's see those boobs first," Wanda replied crossing her arms.
Karima laughed, "I would like to see you explain why your children have two mommies," she said trying to contain her laughter.
Regan cleared her throat and started, "You see when two flowers love each other…"
"They feel up each other's breasts!" Wanda exclaimed making squeezing gestures with her hands.
Regan paused for a moment, "Maybe you should leave the explanations to me," she said slowly.
"Why? I think its going great!" Karima exclaimed in between fits of laughter.
"Less talking more top removing," Wanda demanded slamming her fist on the table.
"If you're not going to take this marriage seriously!" Regan exclaimed but was promptly interrupted again.
"What the hell are those idiots doing to my werewolf!" Fury exclaimed rushing into the room.
"By the looks of it I'd say they're taking him for a walk," Wanda said with a small smirk.
"He has been looking a little round lately," Fury said crossing his arms, "Good to see him running around having fun."
"His idea of fun is chasing my brother and his dumbass friends around the base?" Wanda asked with a peeked eyebrow, "Guess we have more in common than I thought."
"Well you both have lovely coats," Regan said as she ran her fingers through her friend's hair.
"Okay, I'll marry you," Wanda said with a smile.
-Several hours later in Lance and Regan's bedroom-
Lance walked into his bedroom a tattered mess. His favorite shirt was destroyed and his blue jeans had fresh rips.
"Well… you don't have to worry about my favorite shirt anymore," Lance said walking to the closet and throwing on another shirt, "That Teen Wolf reject tore it to Hell and back," he turned to face his wife and immediately noticed his wife's state of turmoil.
"I've been murdering myself on this for hours…" Regan sat on the bed staring at the man she loved, "In every relationship you have to take a leap of faith," she said patting the spot beside her.
Lance looked at her in bewilderment and sat next to her on the bed.
Regan only continued, "In the course of a year I got married moved across the country and let you knock me up!" she exclaimed staring at him.
"What are you saying?" Lance asked pulling her into a hug.
"Lance…" Regan looked at him with pleading eyes, "I've followed you with out a moment's hesitation… but I need something stable, especially when we have this baby," she said softly cradling her stomach.
"Where's this coming from?" Lance asked slowly, "Don't you like being part of the team?"
"I'm not like you and the boys, Lance, none of the girls are. We can't roll with the punches like you can," Regan said as her eyes began to water, "We don't want to raise our children on a military base."
And with that Lance knew he had to confront Fury.
-Several minutes later in Fury's Office-
Fury sat at his desk watching the door intently. Suddenly the door exploded off its hinges which caused Fury to leap to his feet, sidearm drawn only for Lance to rush into the room.
Lance slammed his fists on the desk.
"I'm surprised it took you this long to confront me," Fury said easing back into his chair.
"Why am I here?" Lance asked in a dangerously low voice, "Why did you drag my family here my friends!"
"You should calm down, Alvers," Fury said in a composed tone, content to simply eye the teenager.
"No!" Lance exclaimed harshly, "I will not calm down! You bust open my home, send guys I'd need my entire team to beat, hand over the only person I ever respected to cops on another continent and you don't think I'd be a little mad!" he exclaimed now completely out of breath.
Fury paused for several moments, allowing Lance to catch his breath, "Maybe… maybe I didn't want Mystique," he said slowly, "Maybe I wanted to see how you stacked up against some of the most powerful heroes in the world and maybe just maybe, in the back of my mind I thought you could win," he said with a grin.
Lance looked at him in complete surprise, "You have that kinda faith in us?" he asked in a whisper.
Fury leaned back in his chair, "Maybe I do," he said with a small shrug.
At that exact moment Karima burst into the office, "Lance! Come quick, Wanda's really going to kill them this time!" she exclaimed slightly out of breath.
"What did the boys do this time?" Lance asked with a sigh.
Karima shook her head feverishly, "Not the boys… the Avengers," she stated as she grabbed Lance by the shoulders and flew out of the room.
"Time to step up Lance," Fury said with a small smirk.
-Meanwhile-
A battle line had been drawn in the middle of the mess hall. The Brotherhood of Bayville stood across from the Mighty Avengers.
"You want to run that by me again?" Wanda asked hate dripping from her words as two hex bolts appeared in her hands.
"You ally yourself with my father's killer and you expect me to answer your questions?" Thor questioned in a dangerous tone, "Mjolnir demands justice!" he exclaimed, slamming the hammer into the table causing it to explode into woodchips.
Wanda only sneered as she threw both bolts at Thor, sending him on a trip across the room and into the wall, "I'm not in the mood to deal with you," she said her hands cupped two more hex bolts.
Henry Pym looked at the young witch in mild amusement, "It's only logical that we should raise your children," he said boldly.
"That's what I wanted to hear again," Wanda said getting to within an inch of her new target, "Now let's see if you still have that opinion after I turn you into a cat!"
Henry slapped a small metallic disk on her forehead, "Magic is inferior to science," he said with a smug look on his face.
To Wanda's horror the hex bolts died in her hands, "What did you do!" she exclaimed reaching for the disk but was met with an electrical shock.
"I've simply made a small electronic device that neutralizes mutant powers," Henry replied crossing his arms in an arrogant manner, "Any attempt at removal results in a small electrical shock."
Wanda glared at him, her face turning the most interesting shade of red that matched her corset.
With that the remaining Brotherhood members took a step back, allowing themselves a comfortable amount of distance from Wanda's impending wrath.
"What?" Henry asked in a smug tone, "Are you going to hit me?"
"You know those people who climb over fences to poke at tigers and are then surprised when the tiger rips off their arm?" Pietro asked leaning toward Todd who nodded in understanding, "Well this tigress is going to beat him to death with his own severed arm."
Then to Henry's surprise Wanda hands exploded in chaos magic.
"How did you…" Henry exclaimed his eyes shot to the device, "It's still intact…"
"My mutant powers give me a connection to magic," Wanda said as she took several intimidating steps toward the Avengers, "Lucky me I've developed my own connection," she approached them in a menacing manner. Until a tremor slowed her to a stop. She turned around to see Lance standing at the door, Karima flanking his side.
"Wanda," Lance said in firm tone which caused her to immediately drop her guard and return to her brother's side. Lance then look out at his brethren, "Don't you think its time we started acting like the Brotherhood?" he asked as he and the rest of the Brotherhood fixed sinister smirks on the Avengers.
"Lance is right," Fury said as he walked into the mess hall, placing himself between the two factions, "Which is why you're going home."