Tm Prompt - Letters
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semihero_pietroooc: I've aged my muse a few years after evolution for this prompt, but still within that version of X-Men
Pietro stood on a cliff overlooking the Hudson River. He closed his eyes, lifting his chin so that the sunlight could warm his face.
On the ground beside him was a large metal sphere. It was a transport from Magneto, waiting for him to get inside to carry him back to their secret base. But today... today he would not be getting inside.
Instead, he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and read over the words he had drafted the night before one more time.
Father,
It has been years now since my days at Bayville. Looking back, I still do not understand the methods to your madness, nor why you chose me to be a part of it. You only choose to make yourself a part of my life at moments when you need to use me, and when that use is done, you discard me to the side like an unwanted puppy.
But why me, Father? You had your Acolytes. Gambit told me that he was already working for you long before you even started to take up interest in Bayville and Xavier's school. Was it just to test the kids... using us to find out the weaknesses of the X-Men so you could bring in your Acolytes to take them out? And what would have happened if they HAD killed us? Would you have even grieved for me and my brothers? Or just marked us as weak and best that we are dead?
Is that why you had Wanda locked up, Father? Because she would be too strong against you, she would fight you and probably win? I know I'm the weaker of your children, but I'm not that stupid. I know my faults, even if I won't admit them aloud. You didn't want a child that talked back. You wanted obedient children, ones who would do your bidding... ones who would become your heirs.
Well, I'm your son, weak or not. Your Acolytes, they call me magnusson in whispers when I walk the base grounds, and I know they only listen to me because of that link. If I wasn't your son, they would care nothing for me.
Just like you.
I'm tired of living a lie, Father. What you are trying to accomplish here will not work, just as you claim Xavier's path won't. You are both on two sides of extream... perhaps you need to work together to find a middle, if you truly want peace. But I'm not sure you even want that anymore.
I believed your tales of the humans hating us when they discovered our differences; I saw that reality unfold the day we were revealed as mutants by the sentinels attack. I also believed you when you said we were superior to them, and that we were chosen to be the next race on this planet.
But natural evolution never works the way you are. You are forcing the change, which is why it won't happen. When a species evolves, the old ones die off naturally. You don't wish for that to happen, and that, Father, is where I've learned that I can no longer follow your ideals.
I can not be responsible anymore for harming those who have done nothing wrong. They are just like us, Father. They just want to live day to day and not be bothered. Why should the innocent suffer?
Wanda was right, you know? When she left the Brotherhood House after the incident with Apocalypse, she told me that I would come to realize that by staying here, I'm following a fool's quest. But I didn't listen to her then. I'm just your broken puppy, wanting to follow you around, hoping for you to give me some form of affection.
You'd be proud of her. She's really gotten control of her powers now, and has started to dabble more into witchcraft. Every time I see her, her powers just keep increasing. Can't say that I'm not jealous, cause I am. I'm the one that's supposed to protect her, but in the end, she's the one who will probably end up protecting me.
She's joined a new group now, I'm sure you've heard. The Avengers. They've welcomed her in, and told her that they will not hold her past against her, nor her heritage, as long as she doesn't turn them against you. Steve Rogers even approached me, asking me if I wanted to join as well. He said that Wanda felt I would listen to him.
And you know what. I did. So I'm sorry, Father, but I'm resigning from your Brotherhood. I'm resigning from your ideals and fruitless quest to conquer the world, and instead I'm going to be joining my sister in New York City as an Avenger.
The next time we meet, Father, I will no longer be your ally. If you try to attack another innocent person, remember that Wanda and I will be there, fighting against you... and we will stop you, Father.
After all, we are your children. You've taught us almost everything we know. Yet, while I may leave your side and ideals now, I fully understand that my status as your son and heir will continue to haunt me for the rest of my life. But here's hoping that perhaps I can use it to MY advantage, and achieve something that the world desperately needs.
There will be peace.
Sincerely, your son
Pietro
Nodding to himself, he put the letter on the seat that he would have sat on, then closed the sphere. It hovered there a moment, as if knowing that something was wrong, that the man should be inside, not outside. But then the magnetic force took hold and it disappeared into the sunlight so that no one could track its path.
"You did right, Pietro," Wanda smiled, putting a hand on her brother's shoulder.
"I know. But it doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt." He turned and walked away, and Wanda silently followed as they started towards their new lives.
Pietro stood on a cliff overlooking the Hudson River. He closed his eyes, lifting his chin so that the sunlight could warm his face.
On the ground beside him was a large metal sphere. It was a transport from Magneto, waiting for him to get inside to carry him back to their secret base. But today... today he would not be getting inside.
Instead, he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and read over the words he had drafted the night before one more time.
Father,
It has been years now since my days at Bayville. Looking back, I still do not understand the methods to your madness, nor why you chose me to be a part of it. You only choose to make yourself a part of my life at moments when you need to use me, and when that use is done, you discard me to the side like an unwanted puppy.
But why me, Father? You had your Acolytes. Gambit told me that he was already working for you long before you even started to take up interest in Bayville and Xavier's school. Was it just to test the kids... using us to find out the weaknesses of the X-Men so you could bring in your Acolytes to take them out? And what would have happened if they HAD killed us? Would you have even grieved for me and my brothers? Or just marked us as weak and best that we are dead?
Is that why you had Wanda locked up, Father? Because she would be too strong against you, she would fight you and probably win? I know I'm the weaker of your children, but I'm not that stupid. I know my faults, even if I won't admit them aloud. You didn't want a child that talked back. You wanted obedient children, ones who would do your bidding... ones who would become your heirs.
Well, I'm your son, weak or not. Your Acolytes, they call me magnusson in whispers when I walk the base grounds, and I know they only listen to me because of that link. If I wasn't your son, they would care nothing for me.
Just like you.
I'm tired of living a lie, Father. What you are trying to accomplish here will not work, just as you claim Xavier's path won't. You are both on two sides of extream... perhaps you need to work together to find a middle, if you truly want peace. But I'm not sure you even want that anymore.
I believed your tales of the humans hating us when they discovered our differences; I saw that reality unfold the day we were revealed as mutants by the sentinels attack. I also believed you when you said we were superior to them, and that we were chosen to be the next race on this planet.
But natural evolution never works the way you are. You are forcing the change, which is why it won't happen. When a species evolves, the old ones die off naturally. You don't wish for that to happen, and that, Father, is where I've learned that I can no longer follow your ideals.
I can not be responsible anymore for harming those who have done nothing wrong. They are just like us, Father. They just want to live day to day and not be bothered. Why should the innocent suffer?
Wanda was right, you know? When she left the Brotherhood House after the incident with Apocalypse, she told me that I would come to realize that by staying here, I'm following a fool's quest. But I didn't listen to her then. I'm just your broken puppy, wanting to follow you around, hoping for you to give me some form of affection.
You'd be proud of her. She's really gotten control of her powers now, and has started to dabble more into witchcraft. Every time I see her, her powers just keep increasing. Can't say that I'm not jealous, cause I am. I'm the one that's supposed to protect her, but in the end, she's the one who will probably end up protecting me.
She's joined a new group now, I'm sure you've heard. The Avengers. They've welcomed her in, and told her that they will not hold her past against her, nor her heritage, as long as she doesn't turn them against you. Steve Rogers even approached me, asking me if I wanted to join as well. He said that Wanda felt I would listen to him.
And you know what. I did. So I'm sorry, Father, but I'm resigning from your Brotherhood. I'm resigning from your ideals and fruitless quest to conquer the world, and instead I'm going to be joining my sister in New York City as an Avenger.
The next time we meet, Father, I will no longer be your ally. If you try to attack another innocent person, remember that Wanda and I will be there, fighting against you... and we will stop you, Father.
After all, we are your children. You've taught us almost everything we know. Yet, while I may leave your side and ideals now, I fully understand that my status as your son and heir will continue to haunt me for the rest of my life. But here's hoping that perhaps I can use it to MY advantage, and achieve something that the world desperately needs.
There will be peace.
Sincerely, your son
Pietro
Nodding to himself, he put the letter on the seat that he would have sat on, then closed the sphere. It hovered there a moment, as if knowing that something was wrong, that the man should be inside, not outside. But then the magnetic force took hold and it disappeared into the sunlight so that no one could track its path.
"You did right, Pietro," Wanda smiled, putting a hand on her brother's shoulder.
"I know. But it doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt." He turned and walked away, and Wanda silently followed as they started towards their new lives.
