AN: Yes, I know that it's been done about a gazillion times already, but I wanted to try it out too, and I figured another one wouldn't hurt. You can never have too many Brotherhood fics.

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own X-Men Evolution.

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It was early in the morning on Christmas Eve, and the town of Bayville looked like a Winter Wonderland. Everything was covered in a shimmering layer of white, for it had snowed last night. The few lakes and ponds in the city were completely frozen over, perfect for skating on. The sun had come out a little while ago, casting its brilliant light everywhere, making the whole place almost sparkle. Everything was calm and peaceful, except...

"Aarrgghh!!! Pietro!!!" screamed 4 voices at almost exactly the same time. Bursting out of their respective rooms, Wanda, Lance, Todd, and Freddy turned wildly looking for the resident speedster. All four teenagers were wide-eyed, half asleep, and totally drenched. A breeze swept them and suddenly they all saw Pietro laughing at the end of the hallway, near the stairs.

"Hey guys! Sleep well?" he asked, grinning.

"Pietro, you idiot!!!" thundered Lance. "What the hell was that for!"

"Chill out, you guys," Pietro said, zipping around them. "It's Christmas Eve! I was practicing for tomorrow."

"You're going to pour water all over us tomorrow too?" asked Freddy, frowning at him.

"Nope! " Pietro said. "I never repeat a prank, at least not twice in a row, but I figured you guys needed some practice at getting up, so being the caring guy that I am, I decided to help!"

Wanda, who had just been looking on silently, suddenly growled. The table in the hall began to rise. "Pietro..." she said warningly, and then suddenly threw a hex bolt where her brother had been standing a split second earlier. She was not a morning person.

"Whoa, head for cover, yo!" Todd said, leaping back into his own room as a table crashed into the wall next to his head.

"Aaahhh! Geez, Wanda! Calm down!" Pietro said, narrowly missing another bolt. "On second thought, never mind. I'll go make breakfast!" he said, high tailing it downstairs.

Wanda, muttering darkly, stepped back into her room and slammed the door. Freddy went downstairs after Pietro. Hey, if he was up, he might as well eat. Lance stumbled to the bathroom, thinking about telling Pietro exactly where he could stick his early-morning enthusiasm.

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Around twenty minutes later, all of the male members of the Brotherhood, (expect for Pietro), had gotten ready and were gathered downstairs, eating breakfast. A few minutes afterwards, Wanda stormed downstairs, looking furious.

"All right, where is he?" Wanda demanded, bursting into the kitchen.

"Who?" Freddy asked.

"The boogie-man," Wanda said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Pietro, you idiot! You know, my no-good brother who decided to wake me up in the middle of the night." Wanda said, glowering.

"Uh, Wanda," Freddy said, "It's almost 8 o'clock."

Wanda gave him the full force of her glare and he shrank back, suddenly very interested in his bagel.

Lance chuckled, "Not a morning person, I see."

"Damn straight," Wanda replied, grumbling.

Then,

"Aahhh!" A girlish scream rang through the kitchen and Todd started hopping up and down, grabbing at his back. "Cold, cold, cold!!! Pietro!"

Pietro zipped back to the kitchen door, after depositing a snowball down Todd's back. Lance started laughing, and then stopped a second later as Pietro gave him and Freddy similar treatment.

"Aagghhh!!! Maximoff!!!" Lance said, jumping in turn.

Pietro finally appeared, laughing his head off, giving Wanda the chance to lift him up and toss him out the window into a snow bank.

"Wanda!!!" Pietro whined from outside.

"Consider that a warning for waking me up so early," Wanda said smirking, as the kitchen was filled with laughter.

"And so falls the mighty Quicksilver," Lance said, chuckling again.

"Oh yeah," Pietro said, an evil glint in his eye, "I dare all of you to come out here and say that."

The residents of the kitchen exchanged glances, similar expressions on their faces. "With pleasure, yo," Todd said, grinning. Then he leapt out of the window right onto the spot where Pietro had been standing a second before.

Wanda, Lance and Freddy ran out after them, and all promptly got splattered with snow.

"Snowball fight!!!" yelled Pietro, whose white head was just visible behind a newly created snow fort.

With War Cries, the rest of the Brotherhood promptly got busy with a very vigorous snowball fight. Pietro made and threw snowballs in the blink of an eye, hiding behind his makeshift snow wall. Todd started kicking up the snow with his feet, creating a slingshot.

Wanda used her hands to make the snow lift up, swirling around her, forming itself into balls and throwing itself at anyone within 20 foot radius. Lance caused the tree Pietro was under to shake and tremor, and all the snow on its branches and leaves fell right onto Pietro and his snow fort, covering him. Freddy proceeded in making snow balls the size of boulders and throwing or rolling them at people, knocking Todd and Lance down in one shot. Then Pietro, in retaliation, used his speed to create a whirlwind, yelling "Snow twister, baby!" which even managed to knock Wanda down.

About 1/2 hour later, all 5 teenagers lay sprawled, pink-faced and exhausted on the snow, or what was left of it.

"Well, that was fun," Pietro said, staring up at the sky. "But you guys didn't have to pelt me the most!"

"You deserved it buddy boy. Serves you right for what you did this morning." Lance replied.

"Aww, come on! If I hadn't woken you up you guys would have still been in bed and we wouldn't have had this great snowball fight." Pietro said defensively.

Wanda started to get up. "Can we go inside now? All the snow's melted and I'm drenched."

"Yeah, yo." Todd quipped. "I'm soaking."

So saying the brotherhood all got up, each thoroughly wet and nursing minor injuries, and went into the house to change.

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A while later, the entire Brotherhood was back downstairs again, completely bored. Lance and Freddy sat on the couch watching some old reruns on TV, Todd was hanging off the ceiling fan, looking around for some bugs or something, and Wanda was back to her dark and morbid self, sitting in a recliner in the corner of the room. Only difference was she was wearing a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck instead of her usual outfit because of the weather. The guys were dressed more warmly too.

Then Pietro zipped in, grabbing the remote from Fred and plopping himself in the middle of the couch, switching channels in super speed.

"I'm bored." Todd announced. "Shouldn't we be doing something? I mean, it is Christmas Eve."

"Yeah," Lance said suddenly, supporting Todd. "We should do something."

"We got the tree already," said Freddy, looking over his shoulder at the sparsely decorated Fir Tree in the corner of the room. Everyone managed a grin at that. They had actually taken, or rather stolen the tree from the X-Geek's front yard a few days ago. It had been a great steal, even sweeter because it was stolen from the X-Men. That place had too many trees anyway.

"And everyone presumably did their Christmas Shopping right?" Pietro asked, looking up from the TV.

"Yeah..." they answered. There were quite a few oddly shaped presents under the tree. They were all covered with spells, courtesy of Wanda, so that it was impossible to go too near them right now, let alone open them. It was necessary, as Wanda remembered quite well how Pietro had mastered the art of unwrapping and re-wrapping Christmas gifts at the age of 3.

"Oh, I know!" Freddy said enthusiastically, "Let's go figure skating! I love figure skating!"

The rest of the brotherhood stared at him as if he'd grown an extra head. Freddy simply beamed at them. After regaining their voices, Todd managed to ask, "You ice-skate Freddy?"

"Well, actually," Pietro said, "that's not a bad idea."

Lance looked at him in disbelief. "You're not serious. Ice-skating?! Have any of you guys ever even worn a pair of skates?"

"Sure," Freddy said cheerfully. "It's fun!"

"I say we go for it yo. Ain't nothing else to do around here." Toad said.

"Great!" Pietro said. He ran out in a breeze and was back within 10 seconds, decked in warmer clothing. "Ready!"

Lance looked around desperately for another sane person. His eyes fell on Wanda, who ironically, was the only certifiably insane person there. "Wanda!" he said, relieved. "You're not going to go along with this, are you?"

Wanda looked at him coldly, "I don't skate," she said, and Lance sighed with relief.

Pietro glided around to his sister, "Sure you do Wand! It's fun! And if Freddy can do it, anyone can!"

"Hey!"

"I DON'T skate," Wanda said again, a little testily.

"Aww, Wanda's not scared, is she?" Pietro asked, teasingly.

The rest of the boys looked up and gaped, preparing to run before the Scarlet Witch lost it. As it was, Wanda's eyes flared up as she looked at her brother murderously.

"What did you say?"

"I asked if you were scared," Pietro said, who had obviously gone mad to say that stuff to his psychotic sister. "I mean, I know you're intimidated by my perfection sis, but I never thought you weren't up for a challenge..."

"Intimidated by-Why you little," Wanda said, bringing her hands up.

"Goodyou'renotIsee.Thenyoucancomeandproveitontherink,right? Greatseeyouguysinthecar!"

Pietro said all of this at super speed and then rushed out through the door.

Wanda glared after her brother and got up to follow him.

"Wait!" Lance said, "You're not seriously going, are you? Am I the only sane one around here!?"

Wanda faced him stonily. "Yes, I'm going," Wanda replied. "And so are you."

Lance gaped. "What! Why me?"

"You have to drive," Wanda said matter-of-factly. "I never learned how to, seeing as how I've been in an asylum for the last 6 years, Todd's too young, Fred's too big, and God forbid the day I trust my brother behind the wheel."

With that, she left, and Lance groaned. "Oh, man..."

"Come on, yo!" Todd said enthusiastically, hopping out the room. "This'll be cool."

Freddy started walking out, and stopped seeing Lance sink into the couch, face in his hands and muttering something like "Why me?" Fred simply walked back and picked him up like a rag doll, and walked out of the room again.

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AN: Okay, this fic is one of my earliest works that's been rotting in my computer for a couple of years, so it's pretty rocky in places. However, if you stick with it I promise that it gets a lot better later on. Especially if you like Pietro and Wanda confrontations, this is one of the best there is, really. Just wait. And in the meantime, review please!