Piotr (1) sighed as he continued his work. Several sunken subs had
information Magneto wanted in their databanks. Since Piotr didn't have to
breath in his metallic form, he'd been sent to connect in a battery pack
and upload the information. The databanks themselves were protected from
the water and he'd been carefully schooled on how to attach battery power
and extract the info. Since he was invulnerable, the stray voltage the
battery pack let into the water wouldn't hurt him either. Or at least that
had been the theory.
He had been underwater for three days now, working on getting the information without alerting any authorities to his work. It would have been more like three milliseconds if Magneto didn't have Illyana. (2) But he did. And Piotr couldn't abandon his sister to Magneto's not-so-tender mercies, so he stayed.
Another ticklish sensation ran up his arm, and Piotr tried very hard to resist the urge to scratch. The electricity in the water was having an unexpected affect. Piotr was starting to rust, and it itched. If this went on much longer his fuse would be shorter than Sabretooth's. He'd already found out that scratching just made it worse, even if it did feel good for a little while. There was a reddish tinge in the water all around him from the rust that had already flaked off.
Piotr went back to check the sensors again. Yes! He was finally done, and he could leave. He hurriedly, but carefully packed up the equipment and started out of the sub, walking across the ocean floor. If he hurried, he could be back on dry land within a day.
The sunlight through the waves was getting stronger. Piotr could finally see how close he was to the surface. He carefully slowed the pace, not wanting his teammates to see how badly he wanted out of the water. Finally, his head broke though the waves, followed shortly by the rest of him as he walked up the beach, finding his teammates lounging about waiting for him.
Pyro started laughing. "Lookey here, mates," he called to the others. "The Ruskie's really a bloomin' Redskin." He supplemented his comments with flaming Indians racing around everyone's heads.
Piotr had finally had enough. He was at the end of his rope, and Pyro had offered himself as a convenient target for Piotr's frustrations. He stormed up to Pyro, grabbing the idiot by the neck. Pyro seemed to finally sense that something was wrong, and started turning his fire on Piotr, trying to make the big Russian let go.
Ignoring the flames that were coming at him from every side, Piotr tore off Pyro's flame-throwers and used the cables to tie him up, at the last moment arranging the leftover bits in a big bow. Pyro continued to struggle for a few minutes before settling down into a three-year-old's sulk. Piotr smiled. He was feeling better already. Now he just had to do something about the rust on him.
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(1) Colossus. But you knew that already.
(2) Piotr's little sister in the comics.
Yet again plotless. I think this will be the last Acolyte story I do for a while.
He had been underwater for three days now, working on getting the information without alerting any authorities to his work. It would have been more like three milliseconds if Magneto didn't have Illyana. (2) But he did. And Piotr couldn't abandon his sister to Magneto's not-so-tender mercies, so he stayed.
Another ticklish sensation ran up his arm, and Piotr tried very hard to resist the urge to scratch. The electricity in the water was having an unexpected affect. Piotr was starting to rust, and it itched. If this went on much longer his fuse would be shorter than Sabretooth's. He'd already found out that scratching just made it worse, even if it did feel good for a little while. There was a reddish tinge in the water all around him from the rust that had already flaked off.
Piotr went back to check the sensors again. Yes! He was finally done, and he could leave. He hurriedly, but carefully packed up the equipment and started out of the sub, walking across the ocean floor. If he hurried, he could be back on dry land within a day.
The sunlight through the waves was getting stronger. Piotr could finally see how close he was to the surface. He carefully slowed the pace, not wanting his teammates to see how badly he wanted out of the water. Finally, his head broke though the waves, followed shortly by the rest of him as he walked up the beach, finding his teammates lounging about waiting for him.
Pyro started laughing. "Lookey here, mates," he called to the others. "The Ruskie's really a bloomin' Redskin." He supplemented his comments with flaming Indians racing around everyone's heads.
Piotr had finally had enough. He was at the end of his rope, and Pyro had offered himself as a convenient target for Piotr's frustrations. He stormed up to Pyro, grabbing the idiot by the neck. Pyro seemed to finally sense that something was wrong, and started turning his fire on Piotr, trying to make the big Russian let go.
Ignoring the flames that were coming at him from every side, Piotr tore off Pyro's flame-throwers and used the cables to tie him up, at the last moment arranging the leftover bits in a big bow. Pyro continued to struggle for a few minutes before settling down into a three-year-old's sulk. Piotr smiled. He was feeling better already. Now he just had to do something about the rust on him.
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(1) Colossus. But you knew that already.
(2) Piotr's little sister in the comics.
Yet again plotless. I think this will be the last Acolyte story I do for a while.