Security Sweep Trial

[arcane]

"Really?" he asked, intrigued, looking back at Pietro. "What, some kind of trophy, is it?" he asked, humour thinly veiled on his tone, so it sounded more sarcastic than he intended.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"No," ::Pietro said through clenched teeth. He had kept it because it could have come in useful in the Wideawake battle, and then after that...he'd had his reasons. However, the other man's tone had sounded sarcastic, and it irritated him. Irritated him that he gave off the impression that he was a huntsman...or an animal, as Jack's nameless pregnant girlfriend had implied he was.::

[arcane]

"That was one of my favourite guns," he said conversationally, looking away from Pietro now. "Any chance I can get it back sometime?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

::With company Pietro cared for, he used "as you wish," but it was deferential in meaning, and not to be used with former opponents or relative strangers, particularly not those who were grating his nerves. Particularly not when he was in this mood.:: "We'll see."

[arcane]

It was better than an outright no, but Jack was slightly annoyed. "C'mon, it's mine. I'm not a threat anymore."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro's jaw clenched tighter at the statement, and then his immediate thoughts were followed by the memory of Samson's words. "And then there are your persistent paranoid delusions about threat of attack."

he was not delusional, he had every right to be suspicious. Murderers came here, lived here. People changed sides so quickly and changed back...suspicion was necessary. Caution was necessary. Again, he spoke through gritted teeth.:: "You've been fine without it."

[arcane]

Jack shrugged slowly as he continued. "Call it sentimental value, if anything. I have no plans to use it, but it's a firearm I've had for a while."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro's back was stiff, but his hands were open, palms revealed, through concerted effort on his part. He would not strike out, would not explode. Not yet.:: "I said we would see."

[arcane]

"Fair enough," Jack sighed at that, eyeing him uncertainly for a moment before looking elsewhere.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::That appeared to end the matter, and Pietro stepped back. They had a great deal of ground to cover, physically. At the front of the mansion, he double-checked the stairs, and then went through the garden, careful not to actually touch the plants. He had put as much work into those as Ororo, and had no desire to trample them right now.::

[arcane]

Jack followed Pietro through the garden, as ever looking around, scanning the distance for any suspicious figures. He spoke again, keeping it in context to their task. "So, how often do you check the grounds?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Again, Pietro could hear Samson's voice, his words in his mind when he answered that question. "...like clockwork..." His back remained tense, while they stepped through the gardens.:: "Every three hours, with a shift for sleep built in."

[arcane]

Jack nodded at this, but expression convey his surprise at the frequency. "Things must've been pretty quiet for a while now though. That's a lot of sweeps to do. Mind you, I guess when time means nothing, you're not all that bothered."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro did not consider it to be too many, even with the quiet of the grounds. They had been attacked twice; Magneto continued to flit in and out. They now faced kidnapping threats. It was necessary; not an obsession.:: "It isn't that many."

[arcane]

"Even through the night?" he remarked, looking back at Pietro. "That's gotta be five or six times a day."