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Can't Stay Away
Kitty started cursing herself as she quickly walked away from the camp. She'd really done it this time. Piotr would never forgive her for it. She bit her bottom lip before looking around to make sure no one was nearby. Smiling, she phased through a building just a few blocks away from the small building that nearly thirty people were inhabiting to help stop the rebellion. It was far too crowded, but there wasn't very much she could do about that. Especially since Piotr didn't want them to use their powers. Whoops. A little too late on that one.
It was embarrassing really, the way that Sam would flirt with her in front of the whole camp. She really did try to be nice, but she'd finally had enough. Kitty slips down to the floor, deciding that maybe she ought to fall through a hole in the floor as many people often want to. But for them, it's never a reality. For her, it could be. She hadn't done anything cruel, just made a false claim. Why couldn't she have done the smart thing and just told her grandfather that she had a boyfriend? She had to go and make up something completely new. Her mother had always tried to break her of that unfortunate habit of speaking without thinking. It never sunk in.
Kitty looked up, wondering how many hours she'd been away from the camp. It couldn't have been that long. Noticing some droppings on the floor shaking, she looked up curiously. Germany wasn't on a fault line, was it? As the quake got stronger, she stood up, shoving her head out through the wall cautiously. She shook the thought that it might be Lance from her head. He didn't come through, it was just her and Piotr.
"Katya," she turned her head in the direction of the urgent hiss, and smiled as she realized Piotr's footfalls were the cause of the commotion in her hideout. Her smile fading quickly as she remembered why Piotr was probably looking for her. "I've heard a bit of news from Sam."
Kitty turned her head away quickly, blushing as Piotr walked up to her. "Come here," she replied, reaching for his wrists and dragging him in through the wall after her. "I'm sorry, Piotr, I am, but I had to do it." Kitty was surprised seeing Piotr's confused expression. "Wait—what are you talking about?"
"Sam told me that there was a plan in place to help break out some prisoners on a train, on the way to Treblinka, he asked me to find you and let you know," Piotr said his brow furrowed. "What were you talking about?" A grin traveled across his handsome face as he saw a blush creep up Kitty's cheeks.
"I- Sorry, but I kind of told Sam that we were dating." Kitty brown eyes met Piotr's ice blue ones before she added, "But, we can er-, 'break up' if you want." It took him a moment to answer, and Kitty didn't notice the hunger that flashed in his eyes as she explained. "I'll make it up to you," she mumbled weakly.
Piotr resisted the urge to start laughing. He cupped Kitty's face in his large hand, tilting her head upward so that he could look at her as he spoke. "It would hardly be gentlemanly of me to allow your grandfather to harass you, now would it?" He smiled, that heart-stopping smile of his that would make any woman melt, the true beauty of it being that Piotr didn't have a clue how amazing it was when he trained that smile on you. "I suppose we can be dating." Piotr's smile faltered, "But telling your current boyfriend might be a bit of a problem."
"Not exactly a problem since we don't know if we're ever going back home again." Great, she'd just done it again. They hadn't talked about that little fact yet. He had to have known it though. "I mean, it's not like Illyana knew where she was dropping us off exactly, since she was dreaming while her powers were working." Piotr nodded in agreement.
"Da, that is true, but we will figure it out, he answered firmly reaching for Kitty's hand. "Let's get back to the camp so we can join their strategy meeting for stopping the train. If we're there, we might be able to guarantee we will work together. That would... make things easier for everyone." Kitty nodded, and phased the two of them out of the abandoned building.
"Let's go, I'm about ready to keel over from boredom." She grinned, racing off in front of Piotr towards the camp.