Pietro, a seventeen year old Senior in high school, lost his family in a fire, and went to live with his godfather Charles Xavier. He quickly makes a home of the mansion.

Pietro, covered in ash, clothes ripped, expression sad and miserable, sat in front of a desk while a guy in a black suit, with brown hair and light blue eyes was flipping through some papers.

"Jakob Lehnsherr, Edie Lehnsherr, Erich Lehnsherr, Ruth Lehnsherr, Erik Lehnsherr, Magda Lehnsherr, Anya Lehnsherr, Wanda Lehnsherr. They're all dead now, right?"

"All of them, sir."

"It happened because of a fire?"

"Yes."

"Do you know who started it?"

"No."

'It had to be mutant haters,' thought Pietro. 'They tried to kill us. They succeeded. Only I managed to survive.'

"Do you have anyone to take care of you?" the man asked.

"My father's best friend, my godfather, Charles Xavier. We didn't live far from him. He's the nicest man alive. He'll take me in."

"I'll call him now to pick you up."

"Make yourself at home, Pietro," said Charles as they entered Pietro's new room at the mansion.

"Thanks," the speed demon said quietly, putting his stuff away.

Charles frowned. He felt so sad for the boy.

"When you're ready to talk, I'm here for you."

"I know. Thank you." Pietro gave him a small smile.

"Why is he here?" snapped a red-headed boy at the table.

"Chuck, be nice!" hissed Amara.

Pietro smirked. "Let me put it to you this way. Su casa es mi casa."

Chuck's eyes shot open wide. "No."

"That's right, Chuck," said Scott. "Pietro joined the team."

Chuck stormed out of the room.

"Sorry about him," said a blond haired girl named Amy. "He doesn't know what happened to you yet."

"It's find. he's always been a jerk," said Pietro.

Pietro was doing homework in the kitchen. He put his pencile down to take a bite out of his sandwich.

A boy his age with brown hair walked in. His eyes interested Pietro. He had blue eyes balls instead of white like everyone else. His irises were green, that was normal, but his pupils were white instead of black.

"Hi," said Pietro.

The boy turned around. "Hi," he spoke with a French accent.

"I'm Pietro. Who are you?"

"I'm Jacques. Jacques Moreau."

"Nice to meet you. What's your powers? I have super speed."

"I can control all the elements in the world. All of them."

"That's cool."

"Hey, are you good in math?"

"I'm at the top of my class."

"Can you help me?"

"Sure."

"Are you making any friends here, Pietro?" Charles asked.

"I am," said Pietro. "I finally feel like I'm home."

Charles smiled. "That's good to hear."

Jacques Moreau is an OC of mine. He's a Mutant. A Homo Superior. He controls all the elements. ALL of them.

Chuck and Amy are OCs too.

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