You'll Never Catch Me

ooc: just a reminder that all TM Prompts do not relate to anything in RP. and seeing that the obvious answer in both 616 and Ultimates verse would be Wanda, and the fact I don't need to write ANOTHER OMG my sister is my life and blah blah blah, I'm switching to Evolution verse for a change of pace.

Back on the streets of the Bronx, there's not much a services kid has. You get a bed to sleep on, some crappy clothes from the salvation army, and enough food in your stomach to keep you from dumpster diving. Some kids get lucky and find a foster home.

Me? I got lucky and took my meals with the Daniel's family. Evan and I, we were on the same b-ball team in junior high, just after I got shuffled into this part of the system. His parents were good people, and when they met me one night after a game, his mother swore she was going to feed me until I stopped looking like I was skin and bones.

Of course, I wasn't going to tell her that the reason I looked like this was because I was from a better evolved race than she was. It just wasn't something we talked about.

But Evan and me? Hell we did everything together back then. Movies, video games at the mall... but then high school came around and things changed. Drifted apart, I guess you could say. He hung out more with the skateboard punks, and I was just getting bored quickly. School didn't interest me anymore, and I was a genuis according to the tests. So I just did things to amuse myself.

We still met on the b-ball court though, getting on the team and bringing in wins. But it wasn't the same.

And then, well... choices had to be made, and push came to shove, the friendship wasn't there anymore. Which pretty much sucked because I was out of free meals after that.

ooc: to recap - during HoTM, Pietro actually was an entity that lived in Wanda's head, hense why he never appeared in person during the time. He was the balance to Wanda's insanity. With setting the world right, and then the Phoenix taking away Wanda's powers, it has thrown Pietro's mind back into his body, with everything he had witnessed through both Wanda's eyes and in her head trapped in a confusing mess in his own head.

Oh, and the Phoenix took one other thing away too from the twins... which isn't going to be good...



Images raced through his head. His sister. The Phoenix. Fire. Anger. So much pain.

"Wanda..." he muttered softly under his breath, then sat upright in bed quickly, his heart racing. He clutched his head, waves of nausia and pain washing over him, making him nausious.

"Master Pietro, lay back down." The softness of Bova's voice washed over him, and he felt her soft but firm hands force him to lay back down in the bed he was in.

"Bova, what happened?" He looked around the room, confused as to how he had gotten there. He had been down in the village... or was he in Wanda's cabin... he couldn't remember.

Wanda...

"One of the knights saw you collapse. There was a shift in the landscape, and Tigra saw you fall. He brought you to me."

Closing his eyes, he tried to remember. Everything was mixed up in his head, a confusing mess of emotions and memories that were his own, and... Wanda's?

Wanda...

That was when he realized the pain in his head, and he closed his eyes, trying to block it out. No, it couldn't be that. Not again. NOT AGAIN.

"Master Pietro, what is wrong, are you in pain?" Bova's voice couldn't hide the concern as she sat on the bed, trying to reach Pietro's forehead to check for a fever or an injury.

"I can't feel her."

"Feel who?"

"Wanda."

Bova blinked, then looked down at the ground. "Master Pietro... there has been talk that the shift Tigra saw was the work of your sister. It worried them, and they dared not go into town. Perhaps...?"

"She's always been in my head, Bova. A connection we shared all our lives. I always just knew when she was hurt or ok." he spoke quickly, curled up in the bed, still feeling like he was going to throw up. "Now I can't feel her. At all. It's like she's dead. She can't be dead Bova. She can't be dead..."

Bova pulled Pietro into her arms, and the man let her hold him as he wasn't able to control his tears and the pain. He had only felt this once before, when he had thought both Wanda and Crystal had died because of Onslaught.

He had almost lost it then. Had been so close to, but the X-Men, the Knights of Wundergore, and Luna especially... they had kept him going.

Oh god, his sister was dead. And there was fire. Fire burning so brightly in the back of his head when he closed his eyes that he couldn't stop shaking. What had happened? Who... how...

The symbol of the Phoenix burned in his mind as he tried to figure it out, and he knew. The fears he had expressed to Steve had come true.

Jean had killed his sister. Through the Phoenix. Because Tony Stark had sent her there.

Anger added to the fire, and he forced himself to calm down, then got out of Bova's arms and out of bed, looking for his uniform.

"Master Pietro, you should rest..." Bova said softly, watching him. "You have been unconcious for several hours..."

"My sister is dead, Bova," Pietro said, his voice taking a very unemotional, dark tone. He turned to look at the cow woman that had been his nursemaid, and his blue eyes shone with a darkness they never should have held. A darkness that was inherited from his father, and reserved to only those who had truely done him wrong.

"You don't know that for sure."

"I can feel it." He was still shaking, and then almost felt laughter coming up. "I can't feel it, actually. I can't feel her, so they killed her. They couldn't just let her live in peace here away from everyone, and so they killed her."

He turned for the door. "They will pay for that. I will make sure they pay for it."

And with that, he ran away from Wundergore, to find a way to plot vengence for his sister's death.


the boy is crazy... so let the fun begin...

Simple, really.

Django and Marya Maximoff.

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Muse: Pietro Maximoff
Genre: X-Men

Hey everyone...

In effort to get some new images for my pup, I was scnaning pictures from older comics. I figured that I would share them with you before I go about cropping and altering them for my icons and such.

You can find the scans here

There are images also of Crystal, Luna, Magneto, Rogue, Scott, Jean, Wanda, Lorna, and some others in these scans.

The majority of them are from the Quicksilver series that was out in 1997-1998. it's also the series where I base most of Quicksilver's personality traits from. If I could scan this entire series, believe me I would. It's a beautiful representation of his character in the wake of the "deaths" of Wanda and Crystal after Onslaught.

There is also some others from Ultimate X-Men and other comics that I like the storylines of. I'm very picky on the artwork for my pup, so yeah.

And this is only maybe about half of my Pietro collection I have gone through. i still have all of X-Factor (yes, I have all the issues he was in back then) as well as the House of M saga, and a few other random Avengers comics.

Also... I'm looking for a kind, gentle soul to help me. I have never found a copy to read of the set of issues where Pietro and Crystal actually meet up to when they married. It's one of my goals to find this set. If anyone knows of even the issue numbers it all happens in, I will love you forever.

Thanks and Enjoy! There will be more probably next week.

Takes place a few days after Pietro got to have dinner with Wanda, Overhearing some interesting things in a supermarket, and probably a day after Pyro roasted the bunny.

Pietro read the newspaper and sighed, tossing it onto the table. He sat outside a small London cafe, sipping his coffee while watching the people walk by. Of course, he wasn't really watching the people. Dressed as he was, he blended in with the other people. Just another European skinny white boy dressed in jeans and a hoodie, sipping coffe. Almost commonplace.

Of course, there was a skicap on in place of the hood, hiding the silver hair from the people passing by. It was the one thing that would make him stand out, especially in a time where Magneto was once again finding himself on the front page of every newspaper across the country.

If only the people of London knew that he was living in the little place across the street from where Pietro sat, watching the doorway.

He was pretty certain that someone in the Brotherhood had seen him, but no one had approached him. And obviously no one had told his father, otherwise he was sure Magneto would have cornered him down by now.

But after what happened in Missouri, Pietro figured that it might be nice to give a little visit to his father. And find out what the hell he was thinking.

X-Men Evolution 'verse

Dad pulled a trick on us. Wanda had been having problems with her powers, again. Ever since the fire where our parents, the D'Jangos (not our real dad), died, she had been having problems keeping them together. Every day it was getting worse, and it scared her.

So Dad told us we were going to go to a movie. Some crappy girly movie that Wanda wanted to watch and he figured it would be nice. But he told us that we needed to stop at one of his friend's house before we got there. So we got lollipops to suck on while we waited in the back seat.

Dad came out with his friends and they wanted to talk to Wanda. I remember that it started to rain, and she didn't want to get out of the car, but I told her that she was a wimp for being afraid of getting wet. So she got out and started to talk to the two men. I ignored them, kicking the back of the seat in front of me, wanting to just get going to the movies already because it was already dark and if I was lucky there would be those dancing video game machines I could play on. I was really good at those.

Then I heard Wanda scream. I got out of the car faster than I had ever moved before. My sister was my life, and I didn't know why she was screaming, but she was and I needed to help her.

But then I felt my body just stop. I looked up and saw Dad looking at me, and I looked down and saw that I had worn my steel tipped boots, and a pair of dog tags that I had gotten from a vending machine. That was enough for Dad to use his powers to keep me from moving.

He came over and put his hand on my shoulder. "This is for the best, Pietro." He told me softly, and I couldn't watch anymore as Wanda, wrapped in a white jacket was dragged into the building, her hair wild from her powers and the rain, and I couldn't do ANYTHING to help her.

That's why I don't like rainy nights. Because now, years later when it's dark and raining, all I hear is her screams and I can't save her.

ooc: after this meeting with Emma

Pietro made his way out of the mansion, heading to the small apartment that he kept in Manhatten under a fake name, Peter Frank. There wasn't much there, but the apartment was his, having been paid in full when he had been with the Avengers back long ago.

There wasn't much there in terms of furniture. It was a resting spot, in reality. Or a hiding spot. And most of his clothing was kept here.

Putting in a more European set of clothing into his knapsack, he then pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number that Emma had given him for Jean Grey.

To: Frost, Emma (efrost@xavierinstitute.edu)
Bcc: Summers, Scott (ssummers@efrost@xavierinstitute.edu)

Subject: Requesting of Leave


Emma & Scott;

I need to request some time off before the Spring semester gets into full swing.

Pietro Maximoff

Having spent the holiday break in the city with his sister, Pietro returned to the mansion. Some of the kids were still giving him wierd looks must plan revenge for that statue problem he thought as he made his way to his office, knowing he would have some mail waiting for him.

Spam.

Spam.

Oh look, earn a lifetime of SPAM! No thank you.

The there was just one from yesterday from Rogue. Curious, he opened the e-mail and skimmed through it.

He then stopped. And restarted reading the e-mail slowly.

And again.

It was about that point where his head connected with the wooden desk he was sitting at.

Not going to ask. Not going to ask. I really don't want to know and I really don't but omg she's MY age and oh hell no am I going to be calling Rogue my... my dad's girlfriend?! NO! What the hell are they thinking it's like... it's like just NO!

A few more little headbangs.

I need a drink. Yes. Alcohol is good. Lots of alcohol.

And with that, the silver haired mutant just left the mansion and made his way to the first mutant-friendly bar in town and proceeded to find a way to get enough alcohol in his system to erase the images in his head that he really didn't want there.

Good thing he has a high, fast metabolism. Otherwise he might die of alcohol poisioning.