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Chapter Ten
Django
Magnus had gone too far, and Marya was just as bad. They had crossed a line, and Django was furious to say the least. He didn't see how Marya could have so easily turned on Wanda when she constantly talked about how awful it was Magnus had left the twins behind. When it came down to it, there was no difference between the two. And then she had sent Pietro off to his biological father's house for the week as well. "We need some alone time," she had said. Django thought that was complete bullshit. She didn't want to admit she didn't think she could handle the twins anymore. That was all there was to it.
And it was terrible. Those poor kids had gone through so much. They had lost their mother, been abandoned by their father, then one had developed powers beyond her control and nearly killed the other. They're only nine, Django sighed. The fated had dealt Magnus' family a losing hand. No matter where they went, something was bound to go wrong. And though he'd never say it to Marya, he feared Magnus would take the children and run. He wouldn't put it past him. Django loved his friend, but he also knew him. Magnus was selfish and would do whatever he felt necessary to get what he wanted. Now that Wanda had powers, Magnus would want her even more.
He jumped when he heard the phone ring. "Hello?" he asked as he answered it.
"Is this Mr. Maximoff?" a female voice asked.
Django sighed when he heard that tone. He turned to look at the clock. 10:30. That couldn't be good. No one called him and Marya unless something had happened at school with one, or both, of the twins. "It is."
"I'm Rebecca Schneider with PS111. We have your son Pietro up in the office. The principal would like to talk to you."
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Django sighed and hung up the phone. He caught the first bus he could, knowing he could get close enough to the school to walk. Pietro had been getting in trouble more and more lately, and he was sick of it. That little rivalry Pietro had with the Daniels kid was getting too far out of hand. At least he keeps his grades up, he sighed.
It seemed like an eternity before Django got to the school. He wondered if they had called Marya as well. He knew Magnus wouldn't have been contacted, and he knew Magnus would be furious if he found out Django was called instead. "I'm here for Pietro," he said to the front desk lady. She nodded and opened the office door for him.
Pietro glanced up when he saw Django walk into the office. Django cringed slightly when he looked the boy over. He had the start of a black eye and a busted lip. He shook his head. That was the first time Pietro had gotten into a real fight. But Evan wasn't the one beside him. Beside Pietro were three much bigger boys, all three with a few scratches and bruises. "What happened?" he asked the principal, a woman by the name of Mrs. Dane.
She looked over at the boys and crossed her arms. "Explain yourselves," she said in a tone that clearly showed she meant business.
"The little brat hit me!" the biggest of the three boys said. "So we hit back."
Pietro didn't look up. "They were picking on Wanda," he said in a small voice. "So I stepped in. They wouldn't leave her alone."
Django looked over at Mrs. Dane. He felt terrible for having assumed Pietro had gotten into it with Evan again. "That was the story they gave me and their teachers," she said.
"So he's being punished for standing up for someone?" Django questioned. He didn't see the logic in that. The boy hadn't done anything wrong. If he were in Pietro's place, he probably would have done the same thing.
"He'll be punished for fighting," Mrs. Dane corrected. If there was one thing she didn't condone, it was fighting in her school. It endangered the other students. And she'd had Pietro in her office enough times to know trouble when she saw it.
Django wanted to argue, but he kept his mouth shut. Anything he said was bound to make the principal more upset than she already was. "So what will the punishment be?"
"All four boys will stay after school on Tuesday until 4:30," she answered. "And Pietro won't be permitted to play basketball for three weeks."
"That's not fair!" Pietro spoke up. If he was off the team for that amount of time, he'd never catch up. "I didn't even start it!"
"Then who hit first?" she countered. Pietro glared at her, then looked over at Django, eyes pleading for him to do something.
"They were picking on my sister," he said in a small voice. He didn't want to be there anymore. He just wanted to run away, maybe take Wanda with them. Then they wouldn't be stuck with two not real parents and one real parent who didn't really care. They'd do okay on their own. But he knew he couldn't. They were just kids, and they couldn't take care of themselves. Before he knew what he was doing, he ran.
"Pietro!" Django called out, but Pietro ran faster. Django stared in amazement as he followed the boy out of the school building before Pietro seemed to disappear completely. "Mutants," he muttered under his breath.