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7 january . x-men: evolution . little steps
Title: little steps
Day/Theme: 7 jan // don't remember and don't repeat.
Series: x-men: evolution
Character/Pairing: wanda, pietro, brotherhood
Notes: rated g! ohman i haven't even seen this show in like 5 years, but basically takes place when magneto mind-deletes wanda's memories and kinda takes out all the horrible scarring mutant and family stuff in her hard drive.
Breakfast is a warzone. People grab without asking (silence is considered a form of consent), take what they will and as much of it until someone breaks the unspoken silence/consent agreement, and just generally it's every man for himself.
The cereal box is knocked over the table and little cinnamon bits spill all over the floor. Milk has been steadily crossing the nicks and crooks of their little table (the initials t. t., l. a., and f. d. well up with whitish liquid), and the unique scorch marks (from small cherry bombs, blonde bombshells, much too much for four boys to handle) create interesting patterns with the milk, like a cryptic tomb reading its diverse history.
Pietro bounds down the stairs and jauntily stands before the soldiers in the midst of their morning bomb raid. Like any courteous brother (are brothers courteous? she supposes. it's logical. though logic will not take her very far) he clears his throat and announces the lady's arrival, and her desire for bread à la toast.
The men stand to attention and hurriedly adjust themselves for the sake of the guest (a stranger who is no stranger at all, only looks at them for the first time with wonder and something better in her eyes). They try to clean up a bit, and do a poor job of it, as teenage boys do. Pietro makes a frustrated sound with the back of his throat and does vastly better in a blink of an eye, and then Wanda descends, looking transcendent ("You look pretty good without the goth look, Wands," reports Todd, and earns a smack in the head and a hissed idiot) in an old ragged t-shirt of Lance's and well-fitting sweat pants (Pietro's, of course, and it is lucky that they share the bone-thin gene, because Wanda's hips are unusually narrow and they still barely nest the waistband comfortably)
The infirm has arrived and takes her seat gratefully, smiling unsurely at the lot of them (she knows them, apparently, but she does not trust her memory any more, nor them) and watching Freddy and Todd wage a battle over the last fried egg.
"God, you pigs!" Pietro sniffs, and faster than they can blink the egg is gone and sitting prettily in front of Wanda. Though such theft is a regular occurance (and at this point, they would've already attacked Wanda, except she is a girl and not scary any more), the Brotherhood suddenly go into a hush, and watch Wanda apprehensively wrestle a staring contest with the egg (the egg is winning), like it's the most interesting thing in the world.
It is, but Wanda doesn't realize it. She looks up and catches Pietro's (her brother, she reminds herself) gaze first, and the identical look of their blue eyes is startling at first.
"Do I like eggs?" She asks dumbly, and feels a fool for saying anything at all.
The boys relax, and the tension is gone. "You love eggs." Todd speaks first. "But only sunny side up." And he unrolls his slimy toad tongue and snatches the fried egg right off of the plate, less than a foot away from Wanda's face.
To everyone's immense happiness, she starts laughing.
*
Day/Theme: 7 jan // don't remember and don't repeat.
Series: x-men: evolution
Character/Pairing: wanda, pietro, brotherhood
Notes: rated g! ohman i haven't even seen this show in like 5 years, but basically takes place when magneto mind-deletes wanda's memories and kinda takes out all the horrible scarring mutant and family stuff in her hard drive.
Breakfast is a warzone. People grab without asking (silence is considered a form of consent), take what they will and as much of it until someone breaks the unspoken silence/consent agreement, and just generally it's every man for himself.
The cereal box is knocked over the table and little cinnamon bits spill all over the floor. Milk has been steadily crossing the nicks and crooks of their little table (the initials t. t., l. a., and f. d. well up with whitish liquid), and the unique scorch marks (from small cherry bombs, blonde bombshells, much too much for four boys to handle) create interesting patterns with the milk, like a cryptic tomb reading its diverse history.
Pietro bounds down the stairs and jauntily stands before the soldiers in the midst of their morning bomb raid. Like any courteous brother (are brothers courteous? she supposes. it's logical. though logic will not take her very far) he clears his throat and announces the lady's arrival, and her desire for bread à la toast.
The men stand to attention and hurriedly adjust themselves for the sake of the guest (a stranger who is no stranger at all, only looks at them for the first time with wonder and something better in her eyes). They try to clean up a bit, and do a poor job of it, as teenage boys do. Pietro makes a frustrated sound with the back of his throat and does vastly better in a blink of an eye, and then Wanda descends, looking transcendent ("You look pretty good without the goth look, Wands," reports Todd, and earns a smack in the head and a hissed idiot) in an old ragged t-shirt of Lance's and well-fitting sweat pants (Pietro's, of course, and it is lucky that they share the bone-thin gene, because Wanda's hips are unusually narrow and they still barely nest the waistband comfortably)
The infirm has arrived and takes her seat gratefully, smiling unsurely at the lot of them (she knows them, apparently, but she does not trust her memory any more, nor them) and watching Freddy and Todd wage a battle over the last fried egg.
"God, you pigs!" Pietro sniffs, and faster than they can blink the egg is gone and sitting prettily in front of Wanda. Though such theft is a regular occurance (and at this point, they would've already attacked Wanda, except she is a girl and not scary any more), the Brotherhood suddenly go into a hush, and watch Wanda apprehensively wrestle a staring contest with the egg (the egg is winning), like it's the most interesting thing in the world.
It is, but Wanda doesn't realize it. She looks up and catches Pietro's (her brother, she reminds herself) gaze first, and the identical look of their blue eyes is startling at first.
"Do I like eggs?" She asks dumbly, and feels a fool for saying anything at all.
The boys relax, and the tension is gone. "You love eggs." Todd speaks first. "But only sunny side up." And he unrolls his slimy toad tongue and snatches the fried egg right off of the plate, less than a foot away from Wanda's face.
To everyone's immense happiness, she starts laughing.
*