Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 30, 2007 22:22:21 GMT -5
((OOC: This takes place after "Three Weeks In."))
::Dusk, after a security sweep, Pietro lay in a self-fashioned hammock between two trees, not in the woods, but removed from the gardens. Wanda was awake; he did not need to guard her for now. He took the opportunity to rest. He lay there, asleep, bandages, boots and all. In sleep, as in life, he found no peace.::
*************
::He ran, crossing the Hudson itself to reach his destination. The others followed in the Blackbird, but he was faster still. More than that, he was livid. How *dare* Magneto and his Brotherhood threaten the lives of these innocents, simply for their accidents of birth? Were they blind to the blatant hypocrisy, or did they simply not care?
Scott had told him to wait at the Flat Iron building. Apparently they intended to land the Blackbird in the middle of Union Square Park. Pietro had not argued, simply helped load the airplane before taking off himself. Cooperation had never been his forte, but Uncle had made Scott leader for a reason; he had patience where Pietro had none. As such, he bowed to his judgment in battle plans.
What seemed as eons later, the Blackbird landed in Union Square, precisely in the center so no statues were harmed. Hank and his precision. The hatch opened and Scott, Jean, and Ororo strolled out. Hank all but bounced out after them, serious expression out of place on his well-mannered features. Pietro made eye contact, nodded to let them know he had arrived and seen no suspicious activity. They moved then, on their way to stop the madman and his followers.
Manhattan, the only place on Earth where five people dressed all in black leather, one of them blue and furry, was not met with complete and utter horror. Scott explained the battle plan as they walked; Pietro flexed his hands, ready to hurt someone. They entered the building which Magneto had been using as a hide out. Scott told them to proceed with caution, and Pietro did his best to not explode from impatience. Entering the large, empty room first, he let go of his pent up frustration, making short work of the teleporter, the spiked man, and the toad. Scott blasted open the door to the inner room, and Pietro dashed in.
There he found himself face-to-face with the madman he once called father. The man had one of his infernal machines hooked up, ready to unleash its power on the world below them. His own hands curled into fists, ready to pounce him.::
"I wondered when Charles would call in his team of Uncle Toms" ::Magneto said with a sardonic smile, unperturbed by P
"We do more for mutant kind than you could ever hope to do," ::Pietro spat back. This man embodied all the reasons that the humans feared them. He was the reason that so many children had to seek out the Institute for safety.::
"You poor misguided boy," ::Magneto said, feigning that he cared. It did more to anger Pietro than anything else could, when that man pretended that they shared a familial connection beyond their similar appearances.::
::Scott called for Pietro to stay back, which took all of his patience to do. He wanted to run up and beat the man to a pulp, but Scott was correct, Magneto had the advantage. They were surrounded by metal. He needed to keep the man distracted while Jean and Ororo got into position.:: "I have enough guidance to stop you."
"You won't," ::Magneto said simply, that infuriatingly smug smile on his lips.::
"How will you stop me?" ::Pietro spat back, anger in his eyes.::
"I don't need to," ::Magneto said, stepping back, revealing a young woman, dressed head to toe in scarlet in black. Her eyes burned with the same fanaticism as Magneto's. Her hands began to glow.:: "She will."
"Wanda," ::Pietro whispered the name before he could stop himself. His sister, who had walked out of his life when Magneto left the school, choosing that vile man's dream of human decimation over her own twin brother. He had tried to contact her, but she had never bothered to answer. He was dead to her, and it seemed she had no trouble in making that a reality.::
::Dusk, after a security sweep, Pietro lay in a self-fashioned hammock between two trees, not in the woods, but removed from the gardens. Wanda was awake; he did not need to guard her for now. He took the opportunity to rest. He lay there, asleep, bandages, boots and all. In sleep, as in life, he found no peace.::
*************
::He ran, crossing the Hudson itself to reach his destination. The others followed in the Blackbird, but he was faster still. More than that, he was livid. How *dare* Magneto and his Brotherhood threaten the lives of these innocents, simply for their accidents of birth? Were they blind to the blatant hypocrisy, or did they simply not care?
Scott had told him to wait at the Flat Iron building. Apparently they intended to land the Blackbird in the middle of Union Square Park. Pietro had not argued, simply helped load the airplane before taking off himself. Cooperation had never been his forte, but Uncle had made Scott leader for a reason; he had patience where Pietro had none. As such, he bowed to his judgment in battle plans.
What seemed as eons later, the Blackbird landed in Union Square, precisely in the center so no statues were harmed. Hank and his precision. The hatch opened and Scott, Jean, and Ororo strolled out. Hank all but bounced out after them, serious expression out of place on his well-mannered features. Pietro made eye contact, nodded to let them know he had arrived and seen no suspicious activity. They moved then, on their way to stop the madman and his followers.
Manhattan, the only place on Earth where five people dressed all in black leather, one of them blue and furry, was not met with complete and utter horror. Scott explained the battle plan as they walked; Pietro flexed his hands, ready to hurt someone. They entered the building which Magneto had been using as a hide out. Scott told them to proceed with caution, and Pietro did his best to not explode from impatience. Entering the large, empty room first, he let go of his pent up frustration, making short work of the teleporter, the spiked man, and the toad. Scott blasted open the door to the inner room, and Pietro dashed in.
There he found himself face-to-face with the madman he once called father. The man had one of his infernal machines hooked up, ready to unleash its power on the world below them. His own hands curled into fists, ready to pounce him.::
"I wondered when Charles would call in his team of Uncle Toms" ::Magneto said with a sardonic smile, unperturbed by P
"We do more for mutant kind than you could ever hope to do," ::Pietro spat back. This man embodied all the reasons that the humans feared them. He was the reason that so many children had to seek out the Institute for safety.::
"You poor misguided boy," ::Magneto said, feigning that he cared. It did more to anger Pietro than anything else could, when that man pretended that they shared a familial connection beyond their similar appearances.::
::Scott called for Pietro to stay back, which took all of his patience to do. He wanted to run up and beat the man to a pulp, but Scott was correct, Magneto had the advantage. They were surrounded by metal. He needed to keep the man distracted while Jean and Ororo got into position.:: "I have enough guidance to stop you."
"You won't," ::Magneto said simply, that infuriatingly smug smile on his lips.::
"How will you stop me?" ::Pietro spat back, anger in his eyes.::
"I don't need to," ::Magneto said, stepping back, revealing a young woman, dressed head to toe in scarlet in black. Her eyes burned with the same fanaticism as Magneto's. Her hands began to glow.:: "She will."
"Wanda," ::Pietro whispered the name before he could stop himself. His sister, who had walked out of his life when Magneto left the school, choosing that vile man's dream of human decimation over her own twin brother. He had tried to contact her, but she had never bothered to answer. He was dead to her, and it seemed she had no trouble in making that a reality.::
