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"Why don't you just dye it?"

"Because boys don't dye their hair!"

It was almost a year since the accident in the Pentagon, almost a year since Peter had released a dangerous criminal on the world who almost killed a president for the second time. Peter had tried to forget his involvement in the break out but that didn't stop a knot of guilt forming in his chest that tightened painfully at the mention of the metal-bending mutant.

Wanda had come back from collage three weeks ago for the summer holidays and they were both now slumped on the old leather sofa. Of course, she had noticed the difference in her brother with in an hour, pulled him aside and made him tell. She didn't shout at him, nor did she tell their mother, she just rolled her brown eyes and cuffed him gently over the head.

Wanda was curled in a ball at the end of the aged sofa, reading a deadly boring text book for homework while her twin stretched out, long limbs hanging over both the leather arms, pulling at his silvery hair as he glaring at the colour.

"That is a stupid thought, Pie." Wanda stated, turning her attention away from him again and back to her book.

"How could I dye my hair with out anyone noticing?" Peter switched his gaze to her, eyebrows raised. When he saw she wasn't listening, he plucked the textbook from her hands before she could tighten her grip.

"I thought you said you wouldn't use you're speed against me?"Wanda tried to take the book back in vain.

"What is this? Physics?" He glanced down at the page that was open before throwing it away in disgust. "Ew! What is that!?"

"Its just a brain!" She exclaimed, flicking her hand so that the slightly bent book shot back to her hand in a bubble of red energy, "And its biology." she said as an after thought.

"Peter!" came a loud familiar voice, along with the crash of the front door closing.

"Mams home." Wanda said, unnecessarily.

"I didn't do anything!" came her brothers voice from the thin air where he had been a second before. Wanda heard Peter's basement bedroom door close a half second later.

A tired-looking Magda Maximoff shouldered her way, drowsily through the living room door, arms loaded with shopping which she dumped on the counter before turning to her daughter. "Where did he go?"

Wanda didn't even glance up, reluctant to start the continuous argument between the mother and daughter "Where do you think?" she tilted her head towards the basement stairs where Pink Floyd could be heard playing at full blast, "What did he do this time?"

Magda sighed, "The local store. Again."

"What are you going to do?" Wanda gave her homework as a bad job, she thrust out one hand, rippling with red energy which lanced to pull her school bag over to her. It was almost past the coffee table when Magda clapped her hands sharply, making Wanda look round and lose concentration. The bag hit the floor with a soft flump.

"I have enough with Peter showing off his 'gift'" Magda raised her hands to make quotation marks around the word, "I don't need you to too."

Wanda huffed, "No one saw, Mam! Don't be so uptight."

"If they find you two, if they find out," Magda's mother instinct kicked in, "I can't protect you from them and you know it."

Wanda snatched up her bag, temper boil to the surface, her hands were pulsing red energy, "Who's they, mother? Are talking about the humans, like you? Or mutants like me? The ones who are trying to 'help' us."

"I'm just trying to protect you." Magda yelled, angry tears burning her eyes.

"No you're not. You're trying to stop Peter and me from being different. You wish we were normal like you, not a mutant like him."

Magda turned away from the angry teenager, screwing her eyes shut. She started to unpack the shopping, taking deep breath to calm herself down, "Go to your room, Wanda."

Scarlet energy throbbed around the room, making Magda's eyes ring. Eggs exploded in her hands, splattering their orange yolk across the white tiles. "WANDA!" But she was already stamping down the stairs to Peters room.

Peter was playing on his ping pong table, flipping from one side to the other. Wanda clicked her fingers, freezing the ball in midair in a orb of cherry red energy. Peter appeared on his sofa with a Pepsi and an annoyed expression, "Did you have to do that? I was almost at my high score!"

She didn't bother answering, just slouching on to the sofa that her twin had just vacated. The speedster was now playing on the pinched arcade game that he had spent two days wiring to his speed. In other words, Wanda couldn't see the numbers flashing on the screen. She just buried her face in her knees, wishing her harsh words to her mother hadn't happened. A light breeze caught her hair, she suddenly felt her brother place a comforting arm round her shoulder, resting his silver head against her brown one. "Again?" he murmured in to her hair.

She shifted slightly until the twins were face to face, "If she would just tell me who he is. I'm an adult now, I need to know who my father is." she reached forward delicately, hocking a finger under her brother's shirts neck line, tugging at the neckless that he always wore. On the silver chain was the only thing the twins had of their father, a small five pointed star. A Star of David that their Mother had given them, saying it had lived through the war with her husband. Peter pulled it back after a while, tucking it back under his t-shirt.

"I know." he suddenly started glaring at her, reaching out to tug at her hair. "Thats just unfair."

"What?" Wanda said, voice almost cracking with the strain of holding back tears.

"How come your hair is brown? Why do you get to look normal? Mines so obvious."

Wanda fought back a smile, "Its not just the hair, Pie, you look like you high on caffeine 24/7."

"What? Do I?" He disappeared for a second, "I do, don't I?"

She nodded, a grin spreading over her face, "Can we get out of here? Like go into town or something?"

"Sure, close your eyes."

As she did, Wanda felt his hand cup the back of her neck like he normally did before speed up. The familiar roaring filled her ears, she held her breath as she felt a great wind threaten to rip her away from her brother. With in a second the wind stopped and Wanda opened her eyes to see the park in the centre of town, about half an hour drive from home. Turning round to face Peter, she raised a hand to wipe her stinging eyes, dried out by the wind. The dusk sunlight glinted off the trees, turning the green leaves deep gold. Peter's hair and trusty goggles glinted in the failing light as he turned to bump down on the only wooden bench in the park, hanging his long frame over it.

"Thanks, Pietro." she said, just to annoy him.

He sighed, covering his face with a hand, "Don't call me that, you know I hate it. Its bad enough that Mam says that."

"Well, just be glad that you're name can be Americanized, mines kind of-" she froze, shoulders tensing. She glanced over her shoulder, backing up so that she could grab hold of Peters arm. He sat up, realizing the seriousness of the situation from his twins face, "What is it?" he whispered, standing behind her slightly, "The parks locked, there shouldn't be any one else but us here."

"Well, there is!" she hissed back, lifting her hand to summon her power.

"No," Peter knocked her hand down, "They might be innocent. Or against mutants."

They stood there for more then five minutes, back to back and searching the now dark park. At last, Wanda let out a small gasp, pointing at the shadows, "Peter, look!"

Two shadows had detached themselves from behind a tree, walking with a menacing stride towards the terrified pair. They stopped just out of reach, there was enough light to see their faces. One had a tattoos all over his face and down one arm in a suit; the other had teeth as long as daggers which he bared at the twins with. Mutants.

"What do you want?" Peter was surprised at how steady Wanda's voice was, though he could hear the undertone of fear.

"We are here for the mutant." Bigtooth rasped, his voice like sandpaper.

The twins glanced at each other. Which one was he talking about?

"Why?" Wanda said, moving more in front of her brother.

"We don't answer to the likes of you." snapped the tattooed man, eyes flashing with anger, "Just hand over the mutant and we will go. We won't harm him, we're under orders but the Master said nothing about humans who get in the way."

"But I'm-" Wanda started but Peter elbowed her in the ribs, shutting her up.

"If I come with you, will you leave her alone?" Peter said slowly, glancing between the two enemy mutants.

"Yes," said Bigtooth after a while, Tattoo sucked in an irritated breath as if attempted kidnap was messing with his days schedule.

Peter started forward but his twin stepped in front of his again, "Peter! Don't!"

But he ignored her, walking to face the two men. Bigtooth took an eager step forward, hand coming up to grasp Peters arm. Big mistake.

In a second, Peter's googles where down over his eyes and Bigtooth was flying into his fellow, both of them crashing to the floor in a painful heap.

"Wanda, get out of here!" came Peter's voice from the silver streak that was still whizzing around the fallen men, making sure they stayed down. "I can't keep them here for ever!"

Wanda turned, running towards the distant black park gate that seemed miles away. She looked back just in time to be hit in the face by shadows.

Peter noticed the tattooed man point at his sister a second to late, just as the shadows hit her and pulled her back, her head lolling on to her shoulder. "Wanda!"

The tattoos on the man's arms were writhing and spinning as the shadows pulled the unconscious girl toward the fight. Peter froze in the middle of pushing Bigtooth in to a tree as Tattoos forced his sister in to the air by the black darkness,

"Stop or she gets it." Tattoos said as he stood up, brushing off his suit with a snobby air. Peter pulled off his goggles, dropping them to the floor, raising his hands without hesitation, "Let her go, I will do anything you say just don't hurt her."

He felt Bigtooth grip his forearm, long nails biting in to his skin to stop him running off again. Tattoos clicked his fingers, dropping Wanda heavily to the floor like a sack of potatoes, Peter flinched at the dull thud.

"Who is she to you?" growled Bigtooth, tightening his grip until Peter gasp in pain.

The teenager had to think fast, he wouldn't let them take his sister too. "She, um, shes my half sister. Different father! She's human."

"Right." Tattoos turned to look at Peter more closely, going even as far as to pull at a lock of silver hair, "Let's take him."

"Where are we going?" Peter asked, jerking his head away from him.

Tattoos scowled, slapping the speedster sharply round the face, "We're going to a place where you will learn to keep your tongue behind your teeth if you value it."

Lights popped in Peters vision, he blinked to clear it, "Well, I would like to know where I'm going before you whisk me off who know where. Who are you people anyway? Are you with that metal dude? Cause he owes me a debt so-"

Bigtooth cut him off, "Shut him up, will you!"

"I don't like being ignored you know!" but that was all he could get out before black shadows blocked his vision and he slumped against Bigtooth.

Hi! This is a test, to see if people like it! I have already writen out the story but I didn't want to type it up and publish but then a friend really liked it soooo here you go! Please Review for more chapters!