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ax_mainA couple of days after the Brotherhood's party, Scott and Wanda meet up to talk - and end up playing pool.
It wasn't until a day or two after the party that Wanda realized that she'd made the mistake of not getting Scott's contact info. The easiest thing to do would probably have been to ask Pyro to get it from Magik, but it was nearly as easy and left her open to a hell of a lot fewer stupid jokes just to hex her own phone and press random buttons.
It'd worked, too. Which was why she was now sitting at a table at the local bookstore, a stack of books piled at her elbow while she toyed with the straw in her iced green tea latte, waiting for him to show up. And wondering, now that she thought of it, just how he was getting there.
He pulled up on his motorcycle, which was purring beautifully. Scott kicked down the stand, switched off the ignition before pulling off his helmet. He climbed off the bike, dressed in jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He walked over and grabbed a seat near where Wanda had staked her claim. "Hey."
"Hey yourself." Wanda gave her drink one more stir, then offered a smile. "I like the jacket. What's new and exciting in the life of Scott?"
"I've never been new or exiting." He read her shirt, and then smirked. "Wear that just for me, or are you speaking to humanity as a whole?"
"If I said I wore it just for you, would you ask about the crystal ball? Or why I figure you're full of shit?" Wanda asked enigmatically, returning his smirk.
"Oh, both," he assured her dryly. "But let's start with the crystal ball."
Wanda laughed. "Honestly, I just saw the shirt at Hot Topic and liked it. It kinda goes with the whole Scarlet Witch thing. If you want your fortune told, though, I could probably make recommendations."
He chuckled a little in response. "See, there goes the mystique," Scott teased. "Now who is going to tell me that I'm going to die in ten days in some horribly embarrassing way?"
"Is that a dare? Because I've got a great imagination," Wanda pointed out. She crossed her arms in front of her on the table and leaned forward a little, eyeing him speculatively. "I'm thinking...allergic reaction to your girlfriend's lipstick. It could happen, y'know. Not even that improbable."
"I've got years of life left yet, then," Scott said, stretching out comfortably. He had a better chance of ending up with a spacecraft than he did of getting a girlfriend - in no small point because he wasn't exactly in the market for one - so he felt pretty safe.
"Well, then you might as well order something to drink," Wanda pointed out. "Pretty sure the coffee here will take care of at least a couple of those, but it sounds as if you've got some to spare."
"Do I order out here, or go over to the register?" He asked. He'd admittedly never been to the coffee shop before. Even when out in town, he tended to be anti-social.
"Either or." Wanda grimaced. "Probably faster at the register, though. They're better booksellers than they are waiters."
He pushed himself out of his seat. "No one is good at everything." After ordering an iced tea, that came almost as quickly as he'd managed to pay, he grabbed his seat back, and slouched in it. A bad habit, undoubtedly, but one he wasn't overly-inspired to correct. "So, what'cha got?" He asked, pointing at her stack?
"Little of this, a little of that." Wanda pulled the stack over in front of her. "First off, and this one's your fault..." She held up Nietzche's "Geneology of Morality", then grinned and put it down, starting a new pile. "One book on probability, at least partially because I liked the title. A couple of Victorian's - those are mostly for Pietro, but I'll read them once he's done. Last year's dystopian just to see what the buzz was about. And three Harlequin historical romances for mocking purposes." She grinned and shrugged. "If the endings suck, Pyro gets them as fire starters. If they don't, I bring them back here and toss them in the donation bin. Either way, it's a win."
He took a couple swallows of tea while she went through her list. "Philosophy all the way through to historical romances. You're leaving no stone unturned," he commented, sounding amused. Scott looked at her a bit quizzically. "Historical romances?"
Wanda shrugged. "Guilty pleasure? Some of them aren't half bad. These are," she admitted, "but I finished the Outlander series and I haven't found another good one yet." She grinned a little. "Besides, unlike some people, I don't have to worry about homework. Plenty of time to read whatever I want."
Scott's eyebrows rose. Before Xavier had found him (or, rather, interrupted a jewel heist that had been going straight to hell), he had almost resigned himself to being a high school drop out. He'd been failing in nearly every class anyway. But he still found it mildly surprising that Wanda's dad had decided to run a team of high schoolers and not educate them. "You guys don't take any classes?"
"Where would we do that, exactly?" Wanda's eyebrows climbed, and she shrugged. "Most of us are cool with that - I'm pretty sure everyone'd dropped out long before they ever met up with us. If we want to study up on something, there are options. Eileen's probably read enough textbooks to qualify for a fucking degree in medicine, just figuring out how she does what she does. I wouldn't mind a lab class in Physics," she admitted, "but maybe I'll audit one at the community college next fall or something."
"I mean, aren't there those sketchy online charter schools?" Scott asked. He looked almost impressed with her though. "So physics, huh?"
"There are, yeah. I can't picture most of us actually doing them, though, even if there was a way to get signed up for them. I'm not sure Mort's even in the country legally." She smiled a little and shrugged again. "And the better I understand the Laws of Physics, the better I can break them, right? I've got some books, but a lab to fuck around in would be awesome. How about you, though?" She leaned back in her seat and picked up her drink. "Are you all into academia?"
He snorted. "If I pass, it will only be because my teachers are tired of me," he said dryly. Of course, he left out how hard he was trying to succeed, if only because he understood the chance the Professor had taken with him.
Even if he was still kind of annoyed with the man.
"You're making my point for me, you know," Wanda teased.
"I don't know that actually dropping out would improve my limited resume though," Scott pointed out before taking a long sip of iced tea.
"Are you likely to need one?" Wanda pointed out matter-of-factly. "Seriously, we're going to be in a fight for our lives - if not soon, then by the time we'd be finishing college, anyway. At that point, I doubt if anyone's going to care if you have a diploma or not."
Scott shrugged. "Beating swords into ploughs and all that shit." He was being facetious but he did think it was at least worthwhile for mutants to attempt to get a basic education, or even more than that, if they could. Them being mutants didn't mean they should be forced into a foregone conclusion of having no skills other than their mutations.
Wanda shrugged back and smiled, just a little. "I am a warrior, so that my son may be a merchant, so that his son can be a poet." She considered what she said, then made a face. "Except John Quincy Adams never had to worry about his sons being two years younger than him because of fucked up magic shit. But hey, at least they're students?"
Scott blinked. "Rewind for me and start at the beginning?" He asked.
Wanda blinked. "Don't people at your school ever talk to each other?"
"I don't exactly inspire people to spill their guts," he pointed out.
"Mmm, true." Wanda sighed, then grinned a little. "Okay, from the beginning. You might have noticed that two of your fellow students, who are completely unrelated, look like identical twins. And that one of them is a speedster who also bears an uncanny resemblance to my brother, and the other does magic. Are you with me so far?"
Right. Shepard and Billy. Who really could not have been more different, at least based on Scott's shallow knowledge of them, if they'd tried. "Yeah, I think I'm with you so far."
Wanda took a sip of her tea and shrugged. "So, we - Pietro and I, I mean - were trying to figure this out, right? Because that's way too big a coincidence, even for me. And they were trying to figure it out, because apparently they thought the same thing. So Tommy and Billy went to some kid at your school who reads DNA or something. And he had a vision. Supposedly, they're the reincarnated souls of my sons, somehow pushed back in time and reincarnated." She shrugged. "Apparently, he's not the vision type, so they took it seriously."
"That's....huh," Scott replied eloquently.
"Yeah. Tell me about it." Wanda's lips quirked up a bit. "It's too crazy to not be true."
"I admit, I'm not really sure why anyone would tell such an outlandish lie," Scott said, smirking in response. "So. That's...something."
"Go ahead." Wanda rolled her eyes and smirked back. "I figure this has gotta be worth at least a half dozen snide comments."
"The toughest part is choosing my snide comments." He sipped at his tea for a moment, letting what she had just said roll around in his head. "So at some point in the future, you had kids, they died, and they got reincarnated back in time."
"Apparently." She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Though my brother's apparently convinced he can fix the whole situation by just scaring off any potential future fathers of said kids, so who knows?"
Scott snorted. "Problem solved. Just never talk to potential suiters again. It's like a bad novel."
"Or one of Grimm's fairy tales. Could be it's in the pile somewhere," Wanda joked, eyeing the pile suspiciously. She shrugged and picked up her cup. "Anyway, however they're related, they're related. That's the important thing, right?"
"I guess," Scott admitted. He thought about his own relations - or relation, since he basically had just the one left - and asked, "does it bother you? That they're with us?"
Wanda considered it, her smile fading, and finally grimaced. "A little," she admitted. "I mean, I like the fact they're in school and out of the line of fire, at least for now, but...I can't help but feel it's wrong. Family should be together." She met his eyes and shrugged. "My father separated me and Pietro for years. There were good reasons - really good reasons - but...we'll never get those years back."
Scott nodded thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair and sprawling a little. "Something to be said for them making their own choices, though, right? It's not like they don't know you guys are an option." He wasn't actually sure if he was trying to reassure her or himself. Not that Wanda had any reason to know that. "Your father separated you and your twin for years?"
"My powers were unpredictable," Wanda explained. "Not long after I manifested, I got pissed at my father and brought the roof down. Literally." She sighed and grimaced. "He sent me off to a friend of his until I could get them under control. It took...well, longer than we'd have preferred."
"Got it." Sounded like one of those personal things that he, at least, wouldn't want to talk about, were their situations reversed. He crunched a piece of ice from his tea. "So if it bugs you, are you going to try and convinced your kind-of-kids to switch teams?"
"Invite them, yes - I haven't yet, but I'm going to. Try to talk them into it?" Wanda shook her head. "No. I may think you guys are overly naive, but like I said, they're probably safer there. And, well, Billy at least doesn't seem like he'd be all that happy with us." There was a hint of question in her voice. Hopefully Scott would have some insight, there.
Scott both didn't know Billy, or Tommy for that matter, all that well and also felt a little weird being asked to give 'the other side' hints on who he thought they could flip. Even when the flipper was Wanda, and when the potential flip-ees were her own kind-of-children. "I honestly couldn't tell you. I don't know him very well," he admitted.
"Hey, it was worth asking." Wanda shrugged, then smiled. "So, enough about me. What's up with Scott these days?" She paused. "Y'know, I don't even know your last name."
"Summers." He said breezily, as though it wasn't probably connected to someone on her own team. But it wasn't like it was a particularly uncommon name, or even an uncommon word. "And nothing, really. I'm a pretty boring guy."
"You say that like you're proud of it." Wanda teased. She wondered, briefly, whether or not she should mention that they had a Summers on their team, and decided against. It wasn't like there weren't millions of them out there. The odds of him being related were Alex were only slightly higher than him being related to Buffy.
"I think my lack of intrigue makes me a theoretically interesting person," he replied with a dry tone and smirk. "How've you been, Wanda Maximoff?"
Wanda laughed. "I've been just fine, Scott Summers. And honestly, you're more than theoretically interesting. You're an enigma. And you know it."
He snorted a little. "I don't know about all that." He took another sip. "So if you don't spend all day in class like us suckers, what do you do all day?"
"I don't know - what kind of things do you do, when you're not in class?" Wanda shrugged. "I read. Play pool - with or without powers, both are fun. Practice with my powers. Go grocery shopping - you wouldn't believe how often we have to do that. Drag people to the bookstore with me." She smirked. "Knock over the occasional ATM machine. Y'know, normal shit. You?
"Study. Go to the gym. Compulsively clean my room." He said, tone so dry it wasn't entirely sure if he was joking about any of those things. "You play pool?"
"I kick ass at pool." Wanda smirked.
Scott's smirk back was cocky. "I will wipe the floor with you."
"I'd like to see you try it." Wanda's eyebrows rose and she grinned a challenge. "Are we done here? There's a bar down the block with a pool table."
"You're on, Maximoff." He stood, and offered her a hand up. "Need me to carry any of your library here?"
Wanda took his hand, pleased by the gesture, and got to her feet. "Nah, I've got a bag," she assured him as she stooped down to pull a backpack out from under her chair. She started slotting books in, and was done just a few moments later. "Ready when you are."
"You're going down."
"You talk a good line, Summers." Wanda smirked as she put on her coat, shouldered the backpack, and started towards the door. "The question is, can you back it up?"
It wasn't until a day or two after the party that Wanda realized that she'd made the mistake of not getting Scott's contact info. The easiest thing to do would probably have been to ask Pyro to get it from Magik, but it was nearly as easy and left her open to a hell of a lot fewer stupid jokes just to hex her own phone and press random buttons.
It'd worked, too. Which was why she was now sitting at a table at the local bookstore, a stack of books piled at her elbow while she toyed with the straw in her iced green tea latte, waiting for him to show up. And wondering, now that she thought of it, just how he was getting there.
He pulled up on his motorcycle, which was purring beautifully. Scott kicked down the stand, switched off the ignition before pulling off his helmet. He climbed off the bike, dressed in jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He walked over and grabbed a seat near where Wanda had staked her claim. "Hey."
"Hey yourself." Wanda gave her drink one more stir, then offered a smile. "I like the jacket. What's new and exciting in the life of Scott?"
"I've never been new or exiting." He read her shirt, and then smirked. "Wear that just for me, or are you speaking to humanity as a whole?"
"If I said I wore it just for you, would you ask about the crystal ball? Or why I figure you're full of shit?" Wanda asked enigmatically, returning his smirk.
"Oh, both," he assured her dryly. "But let's start with the crystal ball."
Wanda laughed. "Honestly, I just saw the shirt at Hot Topic and liked it. It kinda goes with the whole Scarlet Witch thing. If you want your fortune told, though, I could probably make recommendations."
He chuckled a little in response. "See, there goes the mystique," Scott teased. "Now who is going to tell me that I'm going to die in ten days in some horribly embarrassing way?"
"Is that a dare? Because I've got a great imagination," Wanda pointed out. She crossed her arms in front of her on the table and leaned forward a little, eyeing him speculatively. "I'm thinking...allergic reaction to your girlfriend's lipstick. It could happen, y'know. Not even that improbable."
"I've got years of life left yet, then," Scott said, stretching out comfortably. He had a better chance of ending up with a spacecraft than he did of getting a girlfriend - in no small point because he wasn't exactly in the market for one - so he felt pretty safe.
"Well, then you might as well order something to drink," Wanda pointed out. "Pretty sure the coffee here will take care of at least a couple of those, but it sounds as if you've got some to spare."
"Do I order out here, or go over to the register?" He asked. He'd admittedly never been to the coffee shop before. Even when out in town, he tended to be anti-social.
"Either or." Wanda grimaced. "Probably faster at the register, though. They're better booksellers than they are waiters."
He pushed himself out of his seat. "No one is good at everything." After ordering an iced tea, that came almost as quickly as he'd managed to pay, he grabbed his seat back, and slouched in it. A bad habit, undoubtedly, but one he wasn't overly-inspired to correct. "So, what'cha got?" He asked, pointing at her stack?
"Little of this, a little of that." Wanda pulled the stack over in front of her. "First off, and this one's your fault..." She held up Nietzche's "Geneology of Morality", then grinned and put it down, starting a new pile. "One book on probability, at least partially because I liked the title. A couple of Victorian's - those are mostly for Pietro, but I'll read them once he's done. Last year's dystopian just to see what the buzz was about. And three Harlequin historical romances for mocking purposes." She grinned and shrugged. "If the endings suck, Pyro gets them as fire starters. If they don't, I bring them back here and toss them in the donation bin. Either way, it's a win."
He took a couple swallows of tea while she went through her list. "Philosophy all the way through to historical romances. You're leaving no stone unturned," he commented, sounding amused. Scott looked at her a bit quizzically. "Historical romances?"
Wanda shrugged. "Guilty pleasure? Some of them aren't half bad. These are," she admitted, "but I finished the Outlander series and I haven't found another good one yet." She grinned a little. "Besides, unlike some people, I don't have to worry about homework. Plenty of time to read whatever I want."
Scott's eyebrows rose. Before Xavier had found him (or, rather, interrupted a jewel heist that had been going straight to hell), he had almost resigned himself to being a high school drop out. He'd been failing in nearly every class anyway. But he still found it mildly surprising that Wanda's dad had decided to run a team of high schoolers and not educate them. "You guys don't take any classes?"
"Where would we do that, exactly?" Wanda's eyebrows climbed, and she shrugged. "Most of us are cool with that - I'm pretty sure everyone'd dropped out long before they ever met up with us. If we want to study up on something, there are options. Eileen's probably read enough textbooks to qualify for a fucking degree in medicine, just figuring out how she does what she does. I wouldn't mind a lab class in Physics," she admitted, "but maybe I'll audit one at the community college next fall or something."
"I mean, aren't there those sketchy online charter schools?" Scott asked. He looked almost impressed with her though. "So physics, huh?"
"There are, yeah. I can't picture most of us actually doing them, though, even if there was a way to get signed up for them. I'm not sure Mort's even in the country legally." She smiled a little and shrugged again. "And the better I understand the Laws of Physics, the better I can break them, right? I've got some books, but a lab to fuck around in would be awesome. How about you, though?" She leaned back in her seat and picked up her drink. "Are you all into academia?"
He snorted. "If I pass, it will only be because my teachers are tired of me," he said dryly. Of course, he left out how hard he was trying to succeed, if only because he understood the chance the Professor had taken with him.
Even if he was still kind of annoyed with the man.
"You're making my point for me, you know," Wanda teased.
"I don't know that actually dropping out would improve my limited resume though," Scott pointed out before taking a long sip of iced tea.
"Are you likely to need one?" Wanda pointed out matter-of-factly. "Seriously, we're going to be in a fight for our lives - if not soon, then by the time we'd be finishing college, anyway. At that point, I doubt if anyone's going to care if you have a diploma or not."
Scott shrugged. "Beating swords into ploughs and all that shit." He was being facetious but he did think it was at least worthwhile for mutants to attempt to get a basic education, or even more than that, if they could. Them being mutants didn't mean they should be forced into a foregone conclusion of having no skills other than their mutations.
Wanda shrugged back and smiled, just a little. "I am a warrior, so that my son may be a merchant, so that his son can be a poet." She considered what she said, then made a face. "Except John Quincy Adams never had to worry about his sons being two years younger than him because of fucked up magic shit. But hey, at least they're students?"
Scott blinked. "Rewind for me and start at the beginning?" He asked.
Wanda blinked. "Don't people at your school ever talk to each other?"
"I don't exactly inspire people to spill their guts," he pointed out.
"Mmm, true." Wanda sighed, then grinned a little. "Okay, from the beginning. You might have noticed that two of your fellow students, who are completely unrelated, look like identical twins. And that one of them is a speedster who also bears an uncanny resemblance to my brother, and the other does magic. Are you with me so far?"
Right. Shepard and Billy. Who really could not have been more different, at least based on Scott's shallow knowledge of them, if they'd tried. "Yeah, I think I'm with you so far."
Wanda took a sip of her tea and shrugged. "So, we - Pietro and I, I mean - were trying to figure this out, right? Because that's way too big a coincidence, even for me. And they were trying to figure it out, because apparently they thought the same thing. So Tommy and Billy went to some kid at your school who reads DNA or something. And he had a vision. Supposedly, they're the reincarnated souls of my sons, somehow pushed back in time and reincarnated." She shrugged. "Apparently, he's not the vision type, so they took it seriously."
"That's....huh," Scott replied eloquently.
"Yeah. Tell me about it." Wanda's lips quirked up a bit. "It's too crazy to not be true."
"I admit, I'm not really sure why anyone would tell such an outlandish lie," Scott said, smirking in response. "So. That's...something."
"Go ahead." Wanda rolled her eyes and smirked back. "I figure this has gotta be worth at least a half dozen snide comments."
"The toughest part is choosing my snide comments." He sipped at his tea for a moment, letting what she had just said roll around in his head. "So at some point in the future, you had kids, they died, and they got reincarnated back in time."
"Apparently." She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Though my brother's apparently convinced he can fix the whole situation by just scaring off any potential future fathers of said kids, so who knows?"
Scott snorted. "Problem solved. Just never talk to potential suiters again. It's like a bad novel."
"Or one of Grimm's fairy tales. Could be it's in the pile somewhere," Wanda joked, eyeing the pile suspiciously. She shrugged and picked up her cup. "Anyway, however they're related, they're related. That's the important thing, right?"
"I guess," Scott admitted. He thought about his own relations - or relation, since he basically had just the one left - and asked, "does it bother you? That they're with us?"
Wanda considered it, her smile fading, and finally grimaced. "A little," she admitted. "I mean, I like the fact they're in school and out of the line of fire, at least for now, but...I can't help but feel it's wrong. Family should be together." She met his eyes and shrugged. "My father separated me and Pietro for years. There were good reasons - really good reasons - but...we'll never get those years back."
Scott nodded thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair and sprawling a little. "Something to be said for them making their own choices, though, right? It's not like they don't know you guys are an option." He wasn't actually sure if he was trying to reassure her or himself. Not that Wanda had any reason to know that. "Your father separated you and your twin for years?"
"My powers were unpredictable," Wanda explained. "Not long after I manifested, I got pissed at my father and brought the roof down. Literally." She sighed and grimaced. "He sent me off to a friend of his until I could get them under control. It took...well, longer than we'd have preferred."
"Got it." Sounded like one of those personal things that he, at least, wouldn't want to talk about, were their situations reversed. He crunched a piece of ice from his tea. "So if it bugs you, are you going to try and convinced your kind-of-kids to switch teams?"
"Invite them, yes - I haven't yet, but I'm going to. Try to talk them into it?" Wanda shook her head. "No. I may think you guys are overly naive, but like I said, they're probably safer there. And, well, Billy at least doesn't seem like he'd be all that happy with us." There was a hint of question in her voice. Hopefully Scott would have some insight, there.
Scott both didn't know Billy, or Tommy for that matter, all that well and also felt a little weird being asked to give 'the other side' hints on who he thought they could flip. Even when the flipper was Wanda, and when the potential flip-ees were her own kind-of-children. "I honestly couldn't tell you. I don't know him very well," he admitted.
"Hey, it was worth asking." Wanda shrugged, then smiled. "So, enough about me. What's up with Scott these days?" She paused. "Y'know, I don't even know your last name."
"Summers." He said breezily, as though it wasn't probably connected to someone on her own team. But it wasn't like it was a particularly uncommon name, or even an uncommon word. "And nothing, really. I'm a pretty boring guy."
"You say that like you're proud of it." Wanda teased. She wondered, briefly, whether or not she should mention that they had a Summers on their team, and decided against. It wasn't like there weren't millions of them out there. The odds of him being related were Alex were only slightly higher than him being related to Buffy.
"I think my lack of intrigue makes me a theoretically interesting person," he replied with a dry tone and smirk. "How've you been, Wanda Maximoff?"
Wanda laughed. "I've been just fine, Scott Summers. And honestly, you're more than theoretically interesting. You're an enigma. And you know it."
He snorted a little. "I don't know about all that." He took another sip. "So if you don't spend all day in class like us suckers, what do you do all day?"
"I don't know - what kind of things do you do, when you're not in class?" Wanda shrugged. "I read. Play pool - with or without powers, both are fun. Practice with my powers. Go grocery shopping - you wouldn't believe how often we have to do that. Drag people to the bookstore with me." She smirked. "Knock over the occasional ATM machine. Y'know, normal shit. You?
"Study. Go to the gym. Compulsively clean my room." He said, tone so dry it wasn't entirely sure if he was joking about any of those things. "You play pool?"
"I kick ass at pool." Wanda smirked.
Scott's smirk back was cocky. "I will wipe the floor with you."
"I'd like to see you try it." Wanda's eyebrows rose and she grinned a challenge. "Are we done here? There's a bar down the block with a pool table."
"You're on, Maximoff." He stood, and offered her a hand up. "Need me to carry any of your library here?"
Wanda took his hand, pleased by the gesture, and got to her feet. "Nah, I've got a bag," she assured him as she stooped down to pull a backpack out from under her chair. She started slotting books in, and was done just a few moments later. "Ready when you are."
"You're going down."
"You talk a good line, Summers." Wanda smirked as she put on her coat, shouldered the backpack, and started towards the door. "The question is, can you back it up?"
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