Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men nor the characters I write about in this story nor the cover art for the story. If I did own X-Men Evolution then it would have continued for years and years until all the characters had either been killed off or looked old as dirt~
This story is set in the X-Men: Evolution Universe.
Chapter 1
The school had just let out for the weekend, the students spilling from the exits like water in the rapids, talking amongst themselves or in a hurry to get home and laze about, enjoy their nights free of homework, school, and obligation but nearly everyone by the front gates of the school noticed a commotion nearby. A girl was having at the boy in front of her, yelling, pushing at his chest heatedly, if not violently, while he yelled back, his hands flexing sporadically into clenched fists, his body tense, muscles taught as he held himself back from doing something he could regret later.
Some of the students milling around stopped, their curiosity getting the better of them and watched the free show. One of the things she said must have gotten to him because he stopped yelling and started to take it, rubbing the back of his neck and cringing at her harsh words as if each time she spoke her tongue was lashing across his flesh like a whip. He tried to get a word in, making himself seem small and submissive, trying to explain something but she was having none of it.
Her small hands gesticulated wildly, fingers flexing and tightening into livid claws, and it wasn't hard to imagine what she would have rather done with them. The raged frenzy seemed like it would continue forever until the boy clenched his fists and yelled, "ENOUGH!" The students shrieked and looked around frantically as the ground beneath them suddenly shook, not understanding what had caused the earth to momentarily quake.
The boy stood tall as he saw the girl's widened and shocked eyes, smirking as if he hadn't just been curling up at her feet for forgiveness. "I get it Kitty, I fucked up." He snorted derisively like it was the most idiotic thing in the world for her to get worked up over. "Get over it." Kitty stood there, her lips parting but no words escaped her mouth. Her blue-ish grey eyes narrowed as the smallest signs of tears entered them.
A loud smack resounded through the air near the entrance of the school. Lance was frozen in his place, his head turned from the impacted of the slap, the cocky smirk nowhere to be seen and his eyes were a mix of blankness and shock, blinking multiple times like his brain was trying to reset itself. He slowly raised a hand to his cheek, rubbing the pads of his fingers against the area that was already turning red like he hadn't fully registered what had happened.
Kitty seemed to tremble with fury before she turned and stormed away from Lance, not looking back or even appearing like she heard him after he shook himself out of his stupor and called out to her pleadingly. Her hands clutched the straps of the book bag hanging from her back, her knuckles white from the punishing grip she had on them. Kitty blinked hard as she noticed the tears threatening to escape, sobbing once as she bit her bottom lip, keeping her head high and looking straight ahead of her.
When the students realized that the show was over, to their disappointment, they returned to their conversations and lives, leaving Lance alone in front of the school as he tried reaching out to her rapidly disappearing form. "Kitty…" He sighed heavily as he rubbed his stinging cheek, his shoulders drooping and was just about to pick up his backpack and head out when a silver blur circled him before stopping beside him.
Pietro looked Lance over, easily spotting Lance's red cheek and seeing the hand mark printed on his pale skin, before whistling and looking out into the distance with a hand at his brow. He squinted as he tried to pick out which girl may have been the one to leave the almost shiner on Lance. "Damn Romeo, must have been some fight." Pietro laughed as he turned back to Lance, expecting something, even anger or annoyance, but Lance just walked by him, their shoulders bumping in the process.
"Just leave me alone Pietro." Pietro's brows shot up at the halfhearted and dejected tone Lance was using. He crossed his arms behind his head, looking to the sky as he walked beside Lance back to their shared home. "So it was bad, huh? Who was it with? Kitty? It had to be her if you're acting this much like a kicked puppy…" He went on but stopped when Lance didn't even cut in or try to shut him up.
Looking over at Lance, Pietro saw the far off look in Lance's eyes. If he hadn't been standing next to Lance he would have missed the words he barely mumbled. "I really hurt her…"
Pietro snorted, racing to stand a few feet into front of Lance and was walking backwards. "That's nothing new. You screw up or piss her off, she gets mad, something happens and you guys get back together. That's just the way it is with you two. You'll apologize to her, make some big gesture and she will… you know, take you back."
The longer Pietro thought about it, the more uncomfortable he got, gesturing flippantly with his hand at the end. Lance just shook his head with another sigh, not answering or giving a scathing rebuke like he normally would. His lack of response was really starting to bug Pietro, who just lived to annoy and cause hectic chaos, but it did make him wonder if maybe this time Lance and that X-Men girl were really through, as in for good.
He wasn't sure why it mattered to him or why the subject stuck in his head like it was. What he did know was that he wanted to go and see her, not sure why but Hell, when was anything he did that far thought out? There was something about her that made him curious.
Maybe it was how easy she was to rile up, her amusing and (god he hated to admit this part) cute reactions. Or because she wasn't as biased as the others, humans or X-Men, willing to associate and look past who's side Lance was on to care about him.
Pietro cleared his throat, pushing thoughts of a certain X-Men girl to the back of his head, throwing on a look of boredom and nonchalance as he gave Lance a mocking two fingered salute. "Well this has been real boring so I'm out. See you 'round the house later lover boy~" Pietro flitted off faster than a hummingbird but not before he saw Lance half-heartedly give him the finger without turning to look at him.
Pietro let his feet carry him off without really having a destination in mind but he guessed he shouldn't have been surprised when he stopped and found himself in front of the X-Men's mansion. Doubting that Kitty had gotten there yet, even if she had stormed off at a rather fast pace to get away from Lance and the school, he climbed a tree and got comfortable. Sitting on a branch with his back leaning casually against the trunk he tucked a leg beneath him while the other dangled, swinging occasionally as his fingertips tapped a staccato beat on his thigh.
It wasn't a part of his nature to be patient, to wait and take things slow. He was the fastest mutant alive and named Quick Silver after all. But something about Kitty made the waiting seem like it was worth it. The thought of her was painting images behind his eyelids as he closed them and leaned his head back against the tree.
