The Morning After
Jan. 16th, 2007 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semihero_pietroThe day before could probably have been better. It started out well enough. Luna had been born in the very early hours of the morning. Pietro had called his sister, and she, along with the other Avengers, had made the trip to the moon to welcome the youngest Maximoff child into the galaxy.
Crystal had been glowing, and Pietro sat on her bed, proud of the little daughter that was in Wanda's hands. His world was right, everything the way he could ever want it to be.
It was the tip of the mountain... Pietro would come to learn. And his fall was just about to begin.
The windows opened, and the next well-wisher strode into the room as if he owned the place. Magneto, in his glory, walked to the bed, and he had some form of smile on his face. Pietro was quick to move, getting himself between the man and his wife. She was a fighter, but her battle to bring their child into the world was recent and still recovering from. He knew Luna would be safe in Wanda's arms while the rest of the Avengers surrounded her.
Words were exchanged, threats, and finally his reason for coming was revealed. It wasn't one that Pietro was ready to believe... but standing there face to face with the man behind the helmet...
"He's our father," Wanda whispered softly into her brother's ear as they looked out over the horizon. The Earth was starting to rise.
"It can't be true, Wanda. We would have known..."
"I had a feeling."
Pietro turned to look at his twin sister, confused. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"It was a thought once, Pietro. But the two of you... you look so alike. And you're both stubborn... and it wasn't until the whole thing with D'Jango that I even remembered thinking about that."
"No, I can't believe this, Wanda. He is NOT out father."
Having risen his voice, a tiny whimper came from the bassinet. Pushing his sister aside, Pietro walked into the nursery and saw Luna wiggling in her crib, dreaming. His face softened and he reached down, smoothing the skin along her face.
"We can't choose our parents, brother," Wanda said softly from the doorway. "He's as much our father as you are to Luna. You're going to have to come to terms with that."
"How can I come to terms with that? Do you realize the danger that will be putting us in? He's the most dangerous man on the planet... we're going to become targets. We left the Brotherhood because we didn't want to be a part of this insanity, and now..."
"We don't have to be a part of it."
"No we don't. But we will. And so will my daughter now."
"You're worrying too much."
"Or maybe you're not worrying enough." He looked up at his sister. "You'll figure it out when you have kids."
"Pietro..." Wanda said softly, then watched as her brother just stared at the baby with sad eyes before she turned and walked away.
"Don't worry, baby," Pietro said softly, "I won't ever let anything hurt you... today, tomorrow, and for as long as you live, I will always protect you."
Crystal had been glowing, and Pietro sat on her bed, proud of the little daughter that was in Wanda's hands. His world was right, everything the way he could ever want it to be.
It was the tip of the mountain... Pietro would come to learn. And his fall was just about to begin.
The windows opened, and the next well-wisher strode into the room as if he owned the place. Magneto, in his glory, walked to the bed, and he had some form of smile on his face. Pietro was quick to move, getting himself between the man and his wife. She was a fighter, but her battle to bring their child into the world was recent and still recovering from. He knew Luna would be safe in Wanda's arms while the rest of the Avengers surrounded her.
Words were exchanged, threats, and finally his reason for coming was revealed. It wasn't one that Pietro was ready to believe... but standing there face to face with the man behind the helmet...
"He's our father," Wanda whispered softly into her brother's ear as they looked out over the horizon. The Earth was starting to rise.
"It can't be true, Wanda. We would have known..."
"I had a feeling."
Pietro turned to look at his twin sister, confused. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"It was a thought once, Pietro. But the two of you... you look so alike. And you're both stubborn... and it wasn't until the whole thing with D'Jango that I even remembered thinking about that."
"No, I can't believe this, Wanda. He is NOT out father."
Having risen his voice, a tiny whimper came from the bassinet. Pushing his sister aside, Pietro walked into the nursery and saw Luna wiggling in her crib, dreaming. His face softened and he reached down, smoothing the skin along her face.
"We can't choose our parents, brother," Wanda said softly from the doorway. "He's as much our father as you are to Luna. You're going to have to come to terms with that."
"How can I come to terms with that? Do you realize the danger that will be putting us in? He's the most dangerous man on the planet... we're going to become targets. We left the Brotherhood because we didn't want to be a part of this insanity, and now..."
"We don't have to be a part of it."
"No we don't. But we will. And so will my daughter now."
"You're worrying too much."
"Or maybe you're not worrying enough." He looked up at his sister. "You'll figure it out when you have kids."
"Pietro..." Wanda said softly, then watched as her brother just stared at the baby with sad eyes before she turned and walked away.
"Don't worry, baby," Pietro said softly, "I won't ever let anything hurt you... today, tomorrow, and for as long as you live, I will always protect you."
