"She still won't change her attitude and won't say anything?"
"Yes, boss."
"What's your research data like?"
"Mutants, no doubt, but there is something else above that... Her metabolism and body functions are still the same as ordinary people, and her genes are the same as those of a mutant, but we haven't fully developed her abilities yet. Understand that from the results, her abilities did not enhance her physical functions, so there is no doubt that it is spiritual or energy, or both, or magic."
"The toughest kind."
"Yeah, the toughest kind - even though she's still so young."
Peter squatted by the door, an anger gradually welling up in his throat, because this conversation sounded extremely unfriendly to Wanda. The clear footsteps gradually became blurry. After confirming that he could not hear any more conversations, he took back the small magic prop used for eavesdropping, crushed it and threw it away casually, then slipped against the corner and walked through the open door. The window turned to the next door at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye - he may not have the ability to fly, but his speed gave him the privilege of flying over walls and walls.
Where is his sister? Wanda, his Wanda, that beautiful girl with brown hair, he knew she was his sister the first time he saw her, so he couldn't wait for a second. His habit was to set off as soon as the idea came to him - he Wanda must be found.
No damn institution can lock up his sister for research, not even the Avengers that Harry has always longed for!
He wandered around in a sparsely populated corridor and obtained a staff member's ID card and uniform with a rather skillful technique, but after wandering more floors, he stopped trying to save him. The idea of saving my sister in the same way as my father. He rescued Erik ten years ago, but now, ten years later with advanced technology, the place where Wanda is held requires not only an ID card, but also a pupil mask and fingerprints that he cannot get.
At this time, he missed his little brother a little - as an all-in-one mutant and a wizard, Harry could help him do this, and his mouth was strict enough and his mind was smart enough. He wouldn't screw up peter's plan.
But having said that, Peter really doesn't have any plans right now - he was so excited when he saw Wanda that when he came back to his senses, he was already rushing here. He had almost zero time to think and even less time to make plans. does not exist.
Peter's mind was working rapidly, and his feet did not stop moving. He bit a finger pastry and used his mobile phone to google the map of Avengers Tower - it sometimes opens some floors to the public - although it is not confidential, it is better than nothing, he After thinking about it, he decided to find the fat one-eyed black man he saw just now, with the purpose of following him, but after walking a few steps, he stopped again, looked at his watch, and suddenly remembered something.
It's almost noon now. According to the more humane laws of the United States, no matter what kind of criminal he is, he has the right to eat to ensure his life. He can't find the place where Wanda is locked up at once, so what if he is lurking in the kitchen?
Back then, he taped a food delivery guard to the wall, and then he got the opportunity to deliver food to his father and rescue him. Speaking of which, the first thing he did when he saw his father was not to call him dad but to deliver food. This The opening seemed a bit too timid... at least for his father.
When Peter thought about it, he couldn't help but think of the fist that the unshaven, curly-haired Charles punched his father at the door of the kitchen...
Oh, that punch was really powerful.
Peter shrugged fearfully and immediately started looking for the kitchen.
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Draco walked in from the door angrily, and happened to meet Harry coming out of the bathroom, all hot.
"Where have you been, Draco?" Harry asked casually, taking the wand to dry his hair, but Draco pressed his head down and wiped it hard with a towel, making his hair messier than before. Even more messy.
"Don't you know that magic spells can damage hair?!" Draco sat next to him after wiping it and fired at him angrily, "You think your hair isn't ugly enough, right?"
He was so angry that Harry could sense it without even thinking.
"Did you go find the professor?" Harry said calmly, "It's useless, you can't tell me."
"How did you know?!" Draco suddenly stood up, "You knew and you didn't remind me! Professor Snape even asked me if I needed a potion..." He gritted his teeth and said, "He thought I was infected by you. Cold is talking nonsense!”
It was well known that Professor Snape didn't like watching Quidditch, so it was normal for Draco to find him accurately.
"I think we are definitely not the first students to be brought into that place," Harry said. "So many people did not reveal the information about 'there is a big secret room under the castle', so I am sure that Your Excellency wanted to Some measures have been taken to maintain confidentiality.”
"What measures? Did he cast the Forgetting Curse on everyone?" Draco said viciously, but Harry could still hear a bit of panic in his tone.
"Perhaps it's even scarier than that," Harry deliberately frightened him. "Maybe after we finish this task for him, we will disappear deep into the castle, or be demented forever or be trapped in a secret room unknown to anyone... …”
"Harry——" Draco said dryly, word by word, expressionlessly, "——Xavier! Listen, that gentleman can't do this - don't talk nonsense! You are a ravenclaw - Sir Slytherin and you The founder is said to have a good personal relationship.”
"You're still worried," Harry suppressed a smile, "otherwise you wouldn't have brought this up, Draco."
"Me! No! Yes!" Draco threw the towel in his face, "Wear your clothes!"
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Peter was fascinated by Wanda from the first moment he saw her.
That was a girl who looked cold and beautiful. Just like what Peter saw on TV, she had long brown curly hair and a face with cold lines but charm. She was obviously wearing a white uniform and was locked in such an isolation room, but she raised her chin high and did not show the slightest sign of submission. In Peter's eyes, those green eyes were exactly the same as Erik's. No fear and no weakness.
She seems to be more intimidating than any other girl of the same age. To be honest, this is the first time Peter has seen such a woman. She was so...charming, yet so cold, making people afraid to approach her, but they couldn't help but covet her coolness and arrogance. She was like a frozen rose, with prickly thorns all over her body, but so beautiful that it was difficult to take your eyes away from her.
If she wasn't my sister I would chase her. Peter thought so, but couldn't help but put his hand against the thin glass window. He silently knocked down all the staff outside the surveillance room with his speed, but this was not enough. He knew that Avengers Tower had an artificial intelligence surveillance system, and it was only a matter of time before it was discovered, so he might only be able to watch She glanced.
'This is my sister. 'Peter said to himself, 'My sister, twin sister! twin! '
What are twins? Brothers and sisters destined to grow up and play together? The mortal enemies who kicked each other in the mother's belly? At least in Peter's mind, the twins should sleep in the same crib since they were young, and live in the same room when they grow up. Moreover, they should look exactly the same and have a very good relationship. They may occasionally get into trouble, but at other times they are better than each other. Everyone should protect each other and love each other more than anyone else, because they should be one person, they are one-half of each other.
Now Peter finally found the other half of him who was destined but lost. She was sitting there motionless behind this seemingly glass wall. When Peter was a child, he imagined what his sister was and what she looked like. The final result was that he thought that his sister was the sister who was kicked out by him when he was born...and the female version of himself, which made him feel chills. , because to be precise, he is extremely handsome but not a pretty and feminine person.
Now he knows that his sister is his sister. Even when she is just sitting, she is more dignified and dignified than Peter. She is also very similar to his father and mother. Not only is she intimidating, she is also extremely beautiful. This makes Peter wonder whether She absorbed all the good genes while she was in her mother's belly.
To be honest, Peter has always felt that if he shouted in front of everyone that he was the son of Magneto, Scott and the others might think that he was crazy - they were completely different, they were two completely unrelated people. !
But Wanda is different. Although she looks like her mother, her face and facial features are still similar to her father, not to mention her beautiful green eyes. Peter can guarantee that Charles will love them to death.
This is a very...wonderful feeling. Peter defines it this way. It is true that he loves Harry and Nina, very much. They are his most adorable little brothers and sisters, and they are also special to him. Harry relies on him very much, and Nina seems to have feelings for him the first time she sees him, but that It was completely different from how he felt when he saw Wanda.
After all, twins are different. Peter firmly believes that even if all the brothers and sisters in their family come out of the same belly, he and Wanda must be the two most different and the pair with the closest relationship.
It seemed that the twins had some special connection. It was clear that Peter was peeking at her from a blind corner, but the girl looked over as if she had eyes on the back of her head, staring intently in Peter's direction.
She turned her head at that second and met Peter's gaze. Her green eyes caught a silver figure, like a small silver star.
Peter's chest pounded because of this gaze, and his lips wriggled repeatedly because they were dry. He took a deep breath, as if the vibrations deep in his soul made his hands and feet numb, and a huge shock ate him alive. In the deepest part of his heart, the same joy lingered there, and his life seemed to have something extra and complete because of it.
Peter now knows that there is no need to confirm anything anymore, that is, Wanda is his twin sister and his closest half-length girl. Why was she stolen? peter even thinks so.
Why wasn't he stolen along with him? Even though he was less than one year old at the time, Peter still felt that he was unwilling to leave his sister. If that person had the intention to take away his mother's child, or to put it another way, take away his father's child, why not take this right away? Take the twins away together? His ability is very fast, and Wanda's ability is very strange. They may just be a good pair. Even if they don't have parents, they can grow up together. This may be too much for his mother, but at this moment, Peter feels deep in his heart. The favor of my fellow sister outweighed everything else.
He suddenly felt an inexplicable longing - as if he had missed this sister for more than ten years.
His mind was so confused that he could knit a sweater, while the girl on the other side of the window raised her eyebrows slightly in confusion, opened her lips and said something.
"you?"
Peter was not proficient in lip reading, but of course a single word could not stump him. He was at a loss by this question and had no idea what Wanda was asking, so he had to reply with a word.
"I."
He wanted to say hi, it's me, Wanda, your brother, I'm here to visit the sister who dared to kill here... But he didn't know what Wanda's word 'you' meant, so he had to answer the same simple 'I'.
The girl's eyes lit up when she saw all the staff outside being taped to the wall.
"I've never seen you," she said, "who are you."
When she said this, she moved her fingers lightly a few times, and the red light flowed in her hands. The power was like magic and supernatural power. It reminded Peter of what his little brother Harry summoned every time he moved his fingers. .
Before he could react, Wanda inside stood up directly, changed from her previous silence, and threw red energy at the glass next to her with the momentum of throwing a lead ball, with a very brilliant But he broke it in a very violent way, and Peter had to step aside at that moment, watching his sister roll out of it, and take a deep breath of fresh air.
"What are we going to do next?" She asked him without any surprise, "Who sent you here? In which direction should I escape? Where is the next stronghold?"
They all sound like very easy-to-understand sentences, but unfortunately they are not something Peter can answer.
Although his sister was very close at hand, Peter stuttered in a rare way.
"Um - listen to me, Wanda, maybe you don't call me this - in short, you," he expressed his uneasiness with a tangled expression, "I, I mean I'm here to save you, but maybe I'm not the one you have to wait for. I came to save you just because I saw you on TV. You are-"
"I don't understand," the girl with long brown-red hair said to him, "but I understand one thing - you are not the rescue I deserve. Then I shouldn't go with you."
Peter's heart felt sad for a moment - his sister clearly rejected him.
"It's true that my name is Wanda," Wanda stared at him suspiciously, "but I think you may have found the wrong person. If you have known me before, I will remember it."
"...Maybe you just forgot that there was a gap of more than twenty years." Peter lowered his head and muttered.
At this moment, all the doors of the control room were opened at once, and more than a dozen guns were pointed at them. Wanda's face turned ugly at this moment. She stretched out her hand, and the red light began to flow in her hand again. Opposite them, The leader was still the fat one-eyed black man, and this was the third time Peter saw his face today.
"I have to remind you, miss, you need to stop using your weird abilities." He said in a loud voice, with a polite attitude, "And this gentleman, no matter what you want to do, you are not allowed to do whatever you want here. Loitering around and wreaking havoc, especially you, miss, you're in trouble."
"Do you really think these things can withstand me?" Peter heard his sister trying to stay calm and trying to speak with a sneer, "I will get out." She raised her chin high and said stubbornly.
"Then you can try it." The one-eyed man said and raised his gun. But Wanda refused to give in. The red energy in her hand went directly towards the man. At the same time, there were people beside the man holding guns and shooting at them.
Of course Peter couldn't watch the bullets coming.
"Will you come with me?"
He choked for about a tenth of a second and said these words before the bullet arrived. However, his speed was too fast, and Wanda was hit by him and picked up before she could react.
Peter picked her up in a princess hug that Harry had rejected many times. It was embarrassing for Harry, but just right for Wanda.
"Ah!" She exclaimed in small surprise. Before she could say anything, she was not too frightened because what happened next happened in the blink of an eye to her.
The sound of wind passed by her ears softly, and she saw that the world seemed to be slowed down, bullets were easily bypassed by them, and the door that had trapped her for most of the day was easily forgotten. , and then all the scenes turned into a blurry shadow, never to be seen again. The silver-haired young man who looked so kind that she couldn't bear to scold him and walked away just now carefully cared for her who was being held, as if caring for her. Like family members, he carefully protected her tailbone, hugged her tightly, and used his arms to block the cold wind that came her way as she ran. Wanda didn't have to hear anything along the way, and the only thing she heard clearly was the young man's voice. Heartbeat.
They escaped from the building and escaped dozens of miles before they stopped escaping, and then the young man put her down.
They stopped at the door of an ordinary house in an ordinary community, and the seemingly bold young man hesitated when he was about to speak to her again, touched his head and looked up at the sky, humming. I couldn't squeeze out a single word for a long time.
Just like it's hard for Peter to call Magneto daddy, it's hard for Peter to say "Hey" to a girl who has been admitted to the Avengers Tower frankly. We don't look alike, but I'm your brother!
"Well, I... you, I..." He was too timid to call her sister. When he lowered his head from looking at the sky, he saw Wanda looking at the house number of his house, her expression was so subtle that he suddenly became confused. Dare to say one more word.
"...peter?"
She suddenly called out softly, and the coldness in her eyes suddenly melted away. She looked at Peter and said uncertainly, "...are you Peter?"
Peter had no choice but to look up at the sky again, and finally lowered his head to say hello in a low voice.
"...Hi wanda - I mean, sis?"
The author has something to say: Although it looks very red and silver, I have to struggle a bit. I have a strong sense of CP when writing about brothers and sisters, as evidenced by my full-time writing.
When will Wuhan get warm again? qaq My efficiency plummeted after my hands were frozen... I just want to sleep and wait for death. How can I break it? I have to leave a message to get up and update otz
