Pietro feels depressed and thinks about life. How his family doesn't care for him. How his friends don't understand him. How he has no choice but to be a good little soldier. Set after The HeX Factor and before Day of Reckoning.

Pietro laied on his bed, feeling sadness in his heart.

His twin was back. You'd think he'd be happy, but no. He wasn't. His twin sister hated him. Tried to kill him.

When he tried to talk to her, she snapped at him and said he was a monster like their father.

Their father. The man who locked Wanda away. Put Pietro out on the streets not long after.

The speed demon remembered something his father said to him when he was young.

Speed is something that drives the earth insane. It is uncontrolled, violent, and impatient. It strives to demand the most from us, and Pietro, you have met those demands. Your mind is advance beyond compare. Your body uses the fuel that comes into it so efficiently that there is no cell decay. You could drink pure alcohol and you would not become intoxicated. You are virtually perfect, except for one flaw. You, indeed, have not reached your full potential. Come with me, I will help you to unlock your power, and use it to punish our hunters...

He never cared about him. Magneto only cared about his powers. Same with Wanda. He only cared about her powers, not her.

Pietro got up and headed to the kitch for a snack.

Once he reached the kitchen, and started making himself some pizza bagles.

He heard the sound of Wanda's angry yelling and Todd's high screams in the family room.

"TOAD!" yelled Wanda.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Todd.

He was smashed into a wall.

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned," quoted Pietro. "A quotes from William Congreve."

He took his plate of pizza bagles and headed upstairs.

He passed Lance on the way.

"Hey, Tro, what's with the sad face?"

"Nothing," the speed demon lied. "I'm great."

He couldn't tell anyone how he felt. No one would understand him.

But Pietro didn't need anyone to understand him. He didn't need anyone. He was Windswift, Quicksilver, Mercury, the winged messenger. He needed no one.

But he wanted someone. Someone to give a damn about him. 'Cause his so called family didn't.

Pietro sat on his eat, popping a mini bagle into his mouth.

He looked at a picture on his night stand. It was a picutre of him and Wanda when they were five. Magnet was in the picture too. All three of them were laughing, smiling.

But it was all in the past.

The second there powers came, the laughter stopped. The smiles turned to frowns.

'He started to train us,' thought Pietro. 'Make us into soldiers.'

He always told the twin that mutants were the most powers being on Earth. They were better than "normal" humans.

"He told me there were six levels for mutants," Pietro said to himself. "Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, and Zeta. Alpha being the strongest, and Zeta the weakest."

But there was another level as well. Omega. Omegas were rare and stronger then Alphas. Both Magneto was Wanda Omega Mutants. Pietro was an Alpha Mutant. He was powerful, but compared to his father and sister, he might as well have been a Zeta Mutant.

'I'm an Alpha Mutant. Wanda's an Omega Mutant. If she was a "good little soldier" then Magneto would have her at his side. He wouldn't bother me.'

After all that, Pietro knew he shouldn't help Magneto or be loyal to him, but he couldn't help it. He was a sucker for trying to win his daddy's love.

'I have to stop,' thought the speedster. 'He'll never love me.'

His phone rang. He didn't need to look at the caller id to know who it was.

"Yes, Sir."

When Magneto told him of his plans and demanded his help, he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't.

Pietro was an Alpha-Level Mutant. Magneto was an Omega-Level Mutant.

He had no choice.

"Yes, Sir. As you wish."

'Someday, Magneto, I will fight back.'