It was Pietro who was the one to break the news to Kitty. He wasn't too thrilled with the job. Not one bit. *Why me?* he thought bitterly as he sped to the mansion. But Lance had insisted, even pleaded with the young speed demon to go, knowing that no one but Quicksilver could be capable of getting down to the Mansion, get Kitty, and speed back in five seconds flat. It would be this speed that Lance would be so desperately needing, desperately counting on. So in the end, Pietro had gone. But then again, he hadn't had much of a choice.

"He'sdown," Pietro said numbly seconds later. When Rogue had opened the door, he had zipped in, found Kitty in the kitchen, grabbed her, ran into the living room, sat her down in a chair, and started explaining all in the blink of an eye.

Kitty blinked. *Like, what the heck just happened?* she thought, confused. *How'd I end up in the living room? Wasn't I just in the kitchen getting a snack like half a split second ago?* There was only one person in her entire life who she knew could run at a speed like that, and that had been a lifetime ago. *Was it really just a year?* she mused to herself. Then after the initial shock of the pure speed of it all wore off a bit, Kitty gaped at the boy who was pacing the room at an incredible speed, and who was going on ranting about something, his words all strung together in a non comprehensible string. It was him. Right down to the two silvery wisps of gravity defying bangs.

"Pietro?" Kitty murmured, staring at the blur before her, as the boy was pacing back and forth so fast. "Wha-?" A million things raced through her head. "What are you doing back here?" What was the arrogant and often brash speed demon doing here? And at the mansion of all places? The last she'd heard, Pietro had split town after graduation last year, had taken to life in the fastest of the fastest lane possible, just like she and everybody had always known he would do. His constant pacing was starting to get to her and Kitty had to look away. It was also starting to get her nervous. She'd never seen Pietro like this, so out of control, and with that trapped look in his dark blue eyes. When he finally stopped pacing, Kitty caught something else in those eyes that really scared her. Panic. *Panic?* she frowned. *It like, can't be… can it?* she thought. *Does Pietro even know how to panic?* He'd always been the most composed person out of everybody she'd ever known in her life. Confident and composed, and the most arrogant, conceited, sure of himself person she'd ever met. Every time Kitty turned around, Pietro always had at least three or four girls hanging onto him, looking up at him in pure adoration. Pietro Maximoff had never known Panic in his life, and yet, that was what Kitty could clearly see in his eyes: panic burning triumphantly in Quicksilver.

"I don't have time to explain," Pietro snapped, turning his complete attention to her for the first time since he'd arrived. "Lance is down and he really wants to see you, Pryde."