[A/N: Yep, I'm back. And I've decided to stick with Brotherhood fics for a while, bwcause serious fics are better written by serious people, and I'm not that serious. So, enjoy. :)]
Lance: We've gotten old.
Pietro: Hey... ifyoudaretellmeIlooklikeanoldmanIwillhurtyou!
Lance: Pietro, settle. I mean all our pranks have gotten old.
Pietro: Oh, ok.
Lance: You don't even care?
Pietro: Quiet! I'm reading tips on leg-shaving!
Lance: You've lost your edge.
Pietro runs a hand along his hair, then gives his self assured grin: No, I've still got it.
Lance: I mean your will to battle x-geeks.
Pietro: Can't it wait until tomorrow, Lance, I'm liking this article.
Lance: Pietro, its a girls magazine!
Pietro: So?
Lance: So? SO? C'mon Pietro, you're too... you're gone. No more pride, no more will, no more ... *he stopped as an evil plan formed in his head* speed.
Pietro: Whatwasthat?
Lance: You heard me. You've lost your speed.
Pietro: Uh, Lance, its a mutant ability. It ain't going away.
Lance: I mean your -speed-.
Pietro: Oh.... *he had lance tackled in a millisecond* Don'tyoueverEVERtellmeI'velostmyspeedcauseitain'ttrue,notatall!
Lance pushed Pietro off of him, and nodded: Alright. So now are you going to help me think up new ideas?
Pietro: Mmmmmm...No.
Lance hit his head on the wall once, then went upstairs, grumbling.
---Later that night---
Pietro zipped around the room in the dark, as he built his contraption. "Tell me I've lost my speed... well, here's right back at ya, Lancey-boy."
---The next morning---
Lance groaned as he stumbled down the stairs, only to see Pietro leaning against the wall. He thought it looked odd, but after living with Pietro for that long, he had learned not to ask questions.
"Hey Pietro."
Pietro went over to the counter, and pushed the coffeemaker over. That started a spoon line chain reaction, and before Lance knew it, he had been attacked by egg balloons. Yep, each balloon filled to the rim with egg yoke.
When Lance looked up at the ceiling, he found this message.
-Well, who's lost their speed now?
Who's about to have a cow?
Lance is the one, dare I say
Lance is the one going gray!-
Lance: We've gotten old.
Pietro: Hey... ifyoudaretellmeIlooklikeanoldmanIwillhurtyou!
Lance: Pietro, settle. I mean all our pranks have gotten old.
Pietro: Oh, ok.
Lance: You don't even care?
Pietro: Quiet! I'm reading tips on leg-shaving!
Lance: You've lost your edge.
Pietro runs a hand along his hair, then gives his self assured grin: No, I've still got it.
Lance: I mean your will to battle x-geeks.
Pietro: Can't it wait until tomorrow, Lance, I'm liking this article.
Lance: Pietro, its a girls magazine!
Pietro: So?
Lance: So? SO? C'mon Pietro, you're too... you're gone. No more pride, no more will, no more ... *he stopped as an evil plan formed in his head* speed.
Pietro: Whatwasthat?
Lance: You heard me. You've lost your speed.
Pietro: Uh, Lance, its a mutant ability. It ain't going away.
Lance: I mean your -speed-.
Pietro: Oh.... *he had lance tackled in a millisecond* Don'tyoueverEVERtellmeI'velostmyspeedcauseitain'ttrue,notatall!
Lance pushed Pietro off of him, and nodded: Alright. So now are you going to help me think up new ideas?
Pietro: Mmmmmm...No.
Lance hit his head on the wall once, then went upstairs, grumbling.
---Later that night---
Pietro zipped around the room in the dark, as he built his contraption. "Tell me I've lost my speed... well, here's right back at ya, Lancey-boy."
---The next morning---
Lance groaned as he stumbled down the stairs, only to see Pietro leaning against the wall. He thought it looked odd, but after living with Pietro for that long, he had learned not to ask questions.
"Hey Pietro."
Pietro went over to the counter, and pushed the coffeemaker over. That started a spoon line chain reaction, and before Lance knew it, he had been attacked by egg balloons. Yep, each balloon filled to the rim with egg yoke.
When Lance looked up at the ceiling, he found this message.
-Well, who's lost their speed now?
Who's about to have a cow?
Lance is the one, dare I say
Lance is the one going gray!-