Chapter 3: To Each Their Team
Disclaimer: I was not born in the 60s and my name is not Stan Lee. Believe if I could claim Pietro Maxioff in anyway we'd see more of him. So, I own nothing.

There is a place, a place I do not want to go

A place that's near and far

It is a place with many gates

Many entrances and corridors for me to wander

A place where there are many roads

That all lead to somewhere else

There are places to go

And people to meet

But why then do I not want to leave?

For the only place I have ever wanted to go

Is where you are

And the only person I have ever wanted to meet

Was you.

It is morning and she has made her choice in the quiet of the few moments. They have not spoken since he said the word. At first, she thought he was manipulating her. Playing the game that they had played between them before the world became so screwed. Back when the Brotherhood was a small threat and the X-men a growing team. Back before the world drew the division lines and Xavier and Magneto declared themselves enemies.

"I knew you'd leave once you figured out what was going on."

She turned to look at him only to find him pushing her into a wall. That's always been his problem. He's too fast. Too fast to stay in place at in one moment or to keep his thoughts on one track. She knows his mind that rushing around with infinite thoughts and pathways because his neurons fire at such a rapid speed. Thought, movement, words, it's all instantaneous for Pietro. The only thing he is ever slow with, that he does not completely comprehend is people.

"You can't think ah'm going to stay here and kill."

"No, I knew that when you came. I knew that you didn't believe in Magneto's plans. There had to an angle for the Marie, the Rogue, to come to us."

She could see the pain burning in his eyes. There was always pain in Pietro. Always something that she could not reach out and dismiss or shove away to make herself separate from him. Because like it or not with this one person, this one serious screwed up man, she belongs. Pietro understands her in ways that no one not even Logan can.

She knows that they won't trust her once she's back at the institute. They will make her stand off on the sidelines and until her brother comes she will be alone. Unlike here where there is Pietro and even when they are fighting there is no aloneness.

"Come with me," she blurted out.

"I can't. You know that."

"Why because he's your father? He doesn't care. Whatever you do, whoever you become…"

"Don't go there."

There is ice in his words. His father…the man would never accept or understand him and Pietro was well aware. Wanda…his sister, she was the type to be a loving daughter. Even with her chaotic powers and her ability to twist and wrap the fabrics of reality, Magneto knew that his daughter wouldn't hurt him. Even with a shattered façade around her memories and the realization that she had manipulated and controlled, Wanda had learned to forgive. Lorna was the same.

But Pietro, he remembered and his wounds festered and poisoned him. He loved Magneto and he would get his acknowledgement.

"I won't tell the others what you've done."

He leaves her. Perhaps, this is best. She can go back to the X-men, back to Logan and tell them everything. But her heart is breaking.

"Ah never wanted to be your enemy."

In his bedroom, Pietro answers her. "I never wanted to be yours."

To be continued…

A/N: The plot builds in the next chapter. So read and review.