Three Weeks In

[Mystique]

"Don't be ridiculous," she snapped. "You're going to kill yourself." And he would, if he kept going as he was.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::That angry, untrustworthy voice...his eyes focused and Pietro saw the shape-shifter beside him. He glared at her, and tried to push himself into a sitting position.:: "You would be happy."

[Mystique]

He began to try and rise, and she firmly put her hands on both shoulders, pushing him back down. She was right; he was too weak to push past her. "For your information, I would not," she said, irritated by his assumption.

Mentally she began calling Charles. He needed to send someone down to help Pietro to the med lab, and contact his sister Wanda. She would be able to talk some sense into Pietro.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Get off me," ::Pietro said through clenched teeth, as he struggled against her. The woman was pregnant and he was Pietro Maximoff; he should be able to rise easily, and yet she held him down. He was worse than he had given himself credit, but he could not admit that, least of all to her.::

[Mystique]

"No," she said sternly, keeping her hold on him strong. "You need medical attention, and I'll be damned if you kill yourself here, now, being stubborn."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Get. Off. Me," ::Pietro repeated, a warning tone. He would not let her hold him prisoner here, basking in the humiliation of his fall.::

[Mystique]

"No," she repeated, firm. He could complain and threaten all he liked, but he was injured and she would not let him hurt himself any more. "You're already hurt enough, don't try to make it worse."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro glared at her, but remained still on the ground. He had sworn to protect that child, until he had evidence that it was Magneto's, at which point he would wash his hands of the entire affair. It was only because of that promise that he gave warning.:: "Unhand me, or you fly backward."

[Mystique]

"If you harm the child, there will be hell to pay," she told him frankly. "Don't even try it."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro would not forgive himself for harming a child in the womb, even if both the child and the womb belonged to the shape-shifter. As such, he did not send her flying, instead he struggled again to rise to his feet. Unable to, he glared at her; he gave up trying to hold back his anger and frustration. Enough was enough.:: "Does it make you feel powerful to hold down a man who looks like the man who sired your child?"

[Mystique]

"You still have all your hair," she retorted. "What it makes me feel is pity that you can't get past your anger and admit that you need medical attention."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro shook his head, eyes flashing. His hands curled into fists, resting against the dirt beneath him; there had been grass, but he had destroyed it in his run.:: "You don't know what I need."

[Mystique]

"Other than some rest and pain relievers?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "No, I have no idea what else you need, Pietro. Unlike Charles, I can't read your mind," she told him. She wasn't sure she wanted to.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"I am not in pain," ::Pietro said stubbornly. That much was true, at least not physically speaking. His anger and humiliation had overshadowed the pain minutes ago. Emotionally, he was, but would not admit it to her. It was none of her business, and he was grateful she could not read his mind like Jean and Uncle could. He did not want her to touch him in such a way, to be able to manipulate his allegiances.::

[Mystique]

"You could be and not know it," she told him matter-of-factly. "If you've damaged something internally, you will be affected greatly by it, so stop trying to pull off the tough act. I don't care."