I Think I Know Enough of Hate

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro stepped into the Danger Room, locking the door behind him. After the dreams, the guilt, and Wanda rejecting him, he was close to his breaking point. He needed to work off his excess anger and energy, and the easiest way would be to fight a battle with no consequences. Having changed into his uniform, he set the controls to remained locked until the scenario played out. He set it so that a random opponent would appear, and the metal walls around him faded to reappear as a small town in Westchester.::

[Everyone Else]

The scenarios had been set for Wideawake-type problems, and what materialized as an opponent was no different. Laudine Piercefield, backed by several drones that looked like small Sentinels and packing several weapons besides. "Hello," she greeted, with an evil smirk.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro's eyes narrowed as his opponent materialized before him; the woman he had killed, alive once more, and flanked by her drones. He was only marginally more controlled seeing her now, as he had been in battle. His tone was low, dangerous.:: "You Cured my sister."

[Everyone Else]

"Poor baby." Laudine's tone dripped with scorn. "Tell it to someone who cares, freak." Two of the drones came forward, hands glowing, discharging bolts of energy.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::The mocking tone was already too much for Pietro, hanging on the edge and in need of release. As the drones came forward, he dodged their energy easily, while he mentally mapped the area.:: "I'll kill you again."

[Everyone Else]

"Have fun with that," she replied, already concentrating on directing the drones. One rolled itself into a ball, speeding at high velocity for Pietro's legs, while the other continued to shoot bolts of energy at him, in a pattern that would hopefully direct him towards the rolling drone.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro dodged the energy first, moving towards the drone which rolled towards him. He saw it, however, and using a few of the tricks - and they were nothing but circus tricks - he had learned years before, he jumped, landed on the drone as it rolled, balanced for an instant, and then jumped off. That particularly crisis was averted, but he had no weapons. Unless...checking his side, he saw that, in fact, he still did not, which meant he would have to improvise. That was fine; improvisation was the cornerstone of his power. As he was not in the same rage he had been in when he'd killed her in battle, he had more opportunity to...question, as he had since returning.:: "You find it easier to kill what you don't understand? Or you envy?"