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May 20, 2006 21:52:35 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 21:52:35 GMT -5
Wanda was continuing to avoid Mortimer and Catseye. And anyone else in the house that would make a big deal out of her last few outbursts. It was raining outside, which made it impossible for her to take the twins out to play in the park. They'd settled on staying in the twins' room, which was taboo to most of the Brotherhood members.
Michael and Thomas were sitting on opposite ends of the room, happily rolling a ball back and forth. They chattered happily to Wanda, though it was almost completely indistinguishable. For her part, Wanda sat between them, far enough away not to be in the path of the ball.
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May 20, 2006 22:00:19 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 22:00:19 GMT -5
Pietro walked quietly into the room...it was out of character for him yes. But when it came to the little ones in the house everything was. There was a light smile ghosted across his lips. They had someone to protect them...and he knew that Wanda alone could handle their father but with him on their side too that man wasn't touching them with any form of science...ever. "Hey boys...how's your momma treating you?" blue eyes sparkled at his sister before going back to the twins.
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May 20, 2006 22:05:23 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 22:05:23 GMT -5
Thomas pouted and looked up at Pietro, crossing his chubby arms over his chest. "Mommy won't take us to the park," he whined. The ball rolled gently into his knee. "Ow!" Making a face at his brother, he picked up the ball and launched it as his twin.
Wanda growled slightly, not taking her eyes off Pietro as she caught the ball in her good hand. "Hey. We don't throw things at each other," she sat the ball down on the floor and gently batted it back towards Thomas. "Play nicely."
Michael stuck his tongue out at his brother before looking up at Pietro as well. "Mommy says it's too wet and we're gonna get sick."
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May 20, 2006 22:09:36 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 22:09:36 GMT -5
Pietro arched an eyebrow at his sister's growl, "Now now boys...she knows what she's doing..." flashes of Romania, sniffles and rain, before he returned, "Rain isn't very good fo you at such a young age...wait till your older though...it'll be very fun!" The lanky man sat down cross legged. He didn't see any need to chastise the boys for throwing...they were after all siblings...and Wanda had thrown many a thing after him.
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May 20, 2006 22:21:07 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 22:21:07 GMT -5
Thomas sighed slightly and crawled over to Pietro, plopping himself down in his uncle's lap. "We always have to wait until we're older," he whined, pouting. "I want it to be fun now!"
Michael nodded, crawling over to sit in Wanda's lap. Wanda frowned and kissed the top of the boy's head, wrapping her good arm around him. "Don't be in such a hurry to grow up," she murmured softly, hugging him tightly.
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May 20, 2006 22:24:31 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 22:24:31 GMT -5
Pietro found himself nodding in agreement, "Yes, it may seem like that...but there are things that your not allowed to do as an adult that you can as a child." he ruffled Thomas' hair. With an impish grin Pietro said, "Like I couldn't throw a ball at Wanda and get away with it...you can."
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May 20, 2006 22:32:32 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 22:32:32 GMT -5
"Nuh unh," Michael shook his head slightly. "Mommy doesn't like it when we throw things..."
Thomas nodded his agreement, snuggling close to Pietro and trying to get his uncle on the twins' side. He smiled up at the speedester angelically.
Wanda frowned, sighing softly. She hated being turned into the bad guy in these situations. Magneto let them throw things at each other and so did Pietro... but it just reminded her too much of the way she used to fight with her brother. The way she still fought with him sometimes.
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May 20, 2006 22:35:06 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 22:35:06 GMT -5
Pietro laughed, "All parents get mad, but if I threw something at your mommy she'd get very mad at me. She doesn't get half as mad at you two."
Pietro's lips curved up again and he stated, "You shouldn't throw things at eachother...pick other people...much better choice..."
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May 20, 2006 22:43:07 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 22:43:07 GMT -5
Wanda stood, picking up Michael and carefully handing him over to Pietro. Tiredly, she started to tidy up the room, mostly just to fidget. She was just exhausted with life and didn't want to deal with explaining her reasons behind everything.
Michael frowned and looked up at Pietro, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong with Mommy?" he asked softly.
"Is she going to be okay?" Thomas tugged on Pietro's sleeve.
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May 20, 2006 22:46:49 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 22:46:49 GMT -5
Pietro glanced up at his sister and then back to the little ones. "She's just tired boys..." With a grace only a man as fast as he was could, Pietro craddled both boys, one in each arm and began to rock them, "Perhaps you two should take a small nap hmm?" The rocking was a sure fire way to lull them to sleep.
With a continuation of the rocking Pietro looked up at Wanda with unmased worry.
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May 20, 2006 22:51:47 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 22:51:47 GMT -5
Wanda ran out of things to tidy, slowly coming to sit next to Pietro. Smiling softly, she stroked Thomas's hair watching as the boy tried to fight off sleep. Michael was already asleep, snuggling close to Pietro and fisting his small hands in his uncle's shirt.
"I'm fine," she murmured softly, her eyes not leaving her children.
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May 20, 2006 22:54:15 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 22:54:15 GMT -5
Pietro hummed a lullaby just to keep Thomas from fighting the sleep that was going to overcome him. It was an old Romanian one...the favorite of the elders. He wasn't even sure what it was called anymore...he just remembered it's tune and it still worked.
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May 20, 2006 22:59:37 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 22:59:37 GMT -5
After a moment, Wanda stood and scooped Michael up from Pietro, struggling a little to free Pietro's shirt with her casted hand. Smiling slightly, she placed the boy in his bed, pulling the still unmade sheets up over him. Tiredly, she sat on the edge of the bed, watching her brother rock her son to sleep while her other son curled up near her.
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May 20, 2006 23:05:57 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 23:05:57 GMT -5
Pietro then used his now free arm to help him off the floor and he managed to take Thomas to his own bed. Pietro layed the boy down and tucked him in very quickly...and gently...He snuggled into the covers before letting out a sigh and falling off to sleep.
Pietro turned around and with a smirk and whisper said, "Works every time..."
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May 20, 2006 23:10:36 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 23:10:36 GMT -5
Wanda laughed softly, smoothing the covers over Michael's legs as the boy snuggled against the stuffed bear that had been on the bed. "You'd be a good dad," she teased softly, looking up at him. "Not that I have much to compare too, but still..."
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May 20, 2006 23:12:20 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 23:12:20 GMT -5
Pietro smiled softly, "I just try to do everything differently," he let the rest of the sentence hang in the air. Why mention it? Why now? He'd be there to keep what happened to himself and his sister from them.
"I dunno I've tried enough times to have kids anyways." It was clearly a joke. Pietro never actually tried...never really wanted kids...in all his escapades.
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May 20, 2006 23:17:35 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 23:17:35 GMT -5
Wanda shrugged slightly. "You probably have one or two running around... you know, the kind who have mothers who've slept with too many lovers to count. Like me," she added the last bit quietly. Smiling a little, she stood and retucked Michael in before walking over to Thomas and tucking him in as well.
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May 20, 2006 23:20:02 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 23:20:02 GMT -5
Pietro snorted, "You just got unlucky sis, or maybe it's lucky?" He looked fondly at his nephews, "One time and that was enough."
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May 20, 2006 23:23:23 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 23:23:23 GMT -5
Wanda nodded slightly, patting Thomas's hair. "I'm lucky..." she murmured softly. "But, statistically, with the number of men I've slept with, I had to end up with at least one kid, if not more."
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May 20, 2006 23:28:16 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 23:28:16 GMT -5
Pietro shrugged, "I sleep with both...statistically I should be dead...thankfully due to mutant genes I don't die?"
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May 20, 2006 23:37:24 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 23:37:24 GMT -5
Wanda nodded slightly. "Like I said, you probably have a kid or two running around. It'd be hard to find out though... unless Magneto and Xavier start running around doing DNA tests on every mutant kid who comes through within the right age group." She shook her head slightly, "Magneto would, too."
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May 20, 2006 23:46:53 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 23:46:53 GMT -5
Pietro sniggered, "Xavier would too. Definately." He made a face. "That stupid machine of his has our DNA in it." He smirked, "As for kids...I'm more likely to have mutant kids than you too...luckily for your's they have a chance..."
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May 20, 2006 23:51:07 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 23:51:07 GMT -5
"Not much of one," Wanda sighed and sunk to the foot of one of the beds, pulling her knees up to her chest. "Damned if they are mutants because they're mutants, damned if they aren't mutants because god knows what Magneto will do to them. Not to mention, they're entire family is... reason enough to be slaughtered by Sentinels."
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May 20, 2006 23:56:45 GMT -5
Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 23:56:45 GMT -5
Pietro nodded somberly, "But yet the damnation of the X-gene gives them atleast a means to protect themselves...and we can protect them from Magneto." It was true. He would knock Magneto out before letting him touch these two.
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May 20, 2006 23:58:46 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 20, 2006 23:58:46 GMT -5
Wanda arched an eyebrow, resting her chin on her knees. "One day, they're not going to be two years old, anymore. And they're going to hate having us around them all the time. That's when Magneto would strike."
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