A/N: Disclaimer- so far, I own nothing of this fic.

Please review! I have no easy way of how to describe this fic, but there will be plenty of X-men, rivalry, crushes, angst, mystery, etc. Maybe a bit of torture, but don't be intimidated by that. I'd freak myself out if I did too much. Have fun.

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WINTER AT THE BROTHERHOOD HOUSE

"Would I die for you? Well here's your answer in spades," sang Lance to a My Chemical Romance song while trying to figure out the fingerings for his guitar. "Shotgun sinners, Wild eyed jokers, Got you in my sights. Gun it wh- OW!"

Wanda grabbed one ear from the headphones and yelled his name. Obviously, she hadn't gotten through to him any other way earlier. She frowned down on him with one eyebrow raised as if he offered to eat a spider off her wall. "Your singing's incredible," she mocked sardonically.

"What Wanda? I'm trying to figure out the-"

"And I'm trying to find out where Pietro went!" she cut in.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not gonna go trying to kill him again... right?"

"Lance, for the last time, I'm not out to hurt him anymore! Now that my memories are fully intact we were able to work it out. I just want to know where he is. There's supposed to be a blizzard coming and I-"

In that split-second, the front door slammed open, slammed closed, and a gust of wind went by them both to reveal Pietro now sitting next to Lance. "Miss me?" Pietro asked, not hoping for an answer.

"Where have you been! Number one- a freakin blizzard's coming, and you're skipping along-"

"I don't skip..." Pietro interjected.

"-in the snow." Wanda continued, "Secondly, there are agents out there looking for mutants! You think they can't detect you? Only the boarding house is covered!"

"I'm too fast for them to catch me." Pietro grinned playfully. "You still listening to that music?" he asked lance. Lance glared.

Pietro dusted off the flakes of snow off his jet-black scarf Tabitha had bought for him last year. In another second, he was by the door again and his jacket was dripping the floor from the hanger.

Wanda marched right up to him, biting her lower lip. Now Pietro was a little worried. Sure, they had worked things out, but even happy siblings hurt each other now and then. She grabbed his turtleneck by the shoulders and pulled him to be directly eyelevel with her (he had grown four inches taller than her recently).

"Don't be so uppity, Pietro, or I swear on all that is sacred I will throw you out right in front of those agents!" Pietro gulped.

Crap... he thought. "Okay. Just-don't-give-me-a-curfew."

"A what?" Lance said, pulling off his headphones again.

"A... curfew..." Wanda thought. "You know what Pietro? That's one of the only good ideas you've ever spoken. Every day you must be back by 6:30-"

"WHAT? It's-barely-even-dark-then!" Pietro moaned.

"Or the agents get to haul you back here," Wanda said painfully slow for the speed demon.

He reluctantly agreed and sped upstairs. Well, at least she didn't hex him out the window like other days. He was glad those days were out the window, too.

In his room was an envelope with "Oretip F. Moxafim" written in perfect cursive in blue ink.

"Oh, lovely." He whispered. He gravely opened the neatly-glued envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper with a bunch of lines resembling a barcode. This was no barcode, though, and Pietro knew how to read it. He tilted the paper so that all the lines were squished. This was readable. Whatever color was in his face just left at the sight of the few words written. "Not now... please..." he wimpered.

But this was urgent; letters like this had horrific consequences if ignored for more than a day. Knowing that, Pietro sped out from his window. Wanda couldn't know. He couldn't do that to her. Not like this.

No...

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A/N: Do you likey? I think I write a lot better at night (I wrote this at night). If you have any questions, suggestions, or critiques, let me know! the path of this fic is still pretty open with a main plot, though. I do accept critiques, cuz I learn from my mistakes, but please keep them a little below flames. Thanx! Please review, even if it just says- "great fic" (just an example ;D) More chappies on the way!