Pietro was sitting in the medical wing of the Institute waiting for his girlfriend to wake up. Waiting for her to wake up, try to mess up his hair, anything. Because of the stupid drugs those humans, who were going to pay, god damn it, because no one hurt her, had pumped into her system. There were whispers, about what it had done to her, what had happened to her. He leaned back and closed his eyes, just waiting.
Waiting and waiting, and waiting.
Pietro hated waiting.
But he would wait till the end of the universe if it meant that he would be one of the first things she saw.
He would do almost anything for her.