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A/N: The question on everybody's mind is answered in this chapter....How Pietro got his tongue stuck on the freezer! Yea! Sorry it took me so long for this chapter, I've had a ton of schoolwork....Why do they always pile it on at the end of the year?? But today was the last full day :: happy dance:: so I now have more time!! Well, by now your just skimming, or skipped this part altogether....but if you're reading this, you aren't, but .... Oh, just read the story.
Pietro sat in his room, still for once in his life. His head was resting on his hands, and his tongue, wrapped in a large white bandage, protruded from his mouth. He'd heard yelling a few minutes ago. Lance screaming, "NOOO" pitifully had caused him to smile, but that had also made his tongue hurt even worse. He did NOT recommend getting your tongue frozen to the freezer. It was not as fun as it sounded. AND getting the tongue unstuck had been a lot more difficult than the actual freezing. Pietro didn't even want to think about it anymore. It had involved a popsicle stick, a blowtorch, and a mirror. Enough said.
Anyways, the yelling and groans of pain had stopped a few minutes ago, leaving Pierto alone with his thoughts. He began to think back, three hours ago, to before the whole tongue incident. It had been a normal day.....
****** FLASHBACK ******
Pietro strolled down the hallway, heading to the living room. He had rented the classic movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail again, and he wanted to watch it before he began his homework. As he neared the living room, he became aware that Lance was playing video games.
"Get that, you alien scumbag!!!" Lance was not quiet when he played.
"HAHAHA!!! You lost, Lance! You're a loser!" Nobody but Todd was stupid enough to gloat in Lance's face like that. Pietro heard a loud SMACK just then.
"Great." muttered Pietro, wondering what to do. That TV was taken, the only other TV was in Mystique's private living room. Wait! She wasn't supposed to be back for a few hours, and Monty Python was less than two hours long. He could watch it before she got back, and she would never know... He ran up to Mystique's living room, and set the movie on top of the VCR.
"Now all I need are some snacks." He ran back to the living room, passing Fred, who was heading towards the living room.
Reaching the kitchen, he started to fix the Best Darn Snack that had ever been created in this kitchen. He raced around, gathering assorted junk food and ice cream toppings.
"Brownie, ice cream, chocolate chips, syrup, almonds, Twizzlers, M&Ms, whipped cream...." Pierto grinned. "Perfect." He grabbed a couple of bags of chips, a bottle of root beer, some twinkies, and then picked up the bowl of ice cream.
" A perfect balanced meal." He muttered, trying to balance the junk food in his arms. Everything teetered in his arms, and he had no hands, elbows, or even a chin free, so he put the spoon in his mouth, the only place left to hold it, when he remembered the tub of ice cream still out on the counter.
"Ugh." The groan came out muffled around the spoon. Pietro managed-barely- to balance the ice cream on the crook of his arm, and carefully made his way to the freezer. He pushed it open with his nose, and managed to drop the ice cream inside the freezer.
Unfortunately, that wasn't all he dropped. With all his concentration focused on the ice cream, Pietro forgot the spoon in his mouth, and as he opened his mouth in concentration, he dropped the spoon inside the freezer.
What else could he do? He leaned in, intent on picking the spoon up in his mouth. His hands were full, after all.
Unfortunately again, Pietro had he awful habit of sticking his tongue out when he REALLY concentrated in something. The tip of his tongue touched the frozen bottom of the freezer, and when he tried to pull away, nothing happened.
He tried to pull away again.
Nothing.
Trying his best not to panic, he tried every possible way he could think of to pull his tongue away from the ice. He shifted his body away; all that happened was pain.
Pietro dropped all the food he was holding, including the Perfect Sundae, and tried to pull his tongue away with his hands.
Nothing happened, except his hands began to go numb.
Suddenly, Pietro became aware of laughter behind him. Loud, obnoxious laughter that could only belong to....
"Fwed!! Hewp mehh!!!!"
No response, save some loud laughter. Pietro screamed, again and again, and tried to run in place, hoping the friction would somehow free his tongue. Nothing, except more voices laughing, changed.
"Stop laughing!" Pietro yelled in a muffled voice. "Get me out of here!"
Turning his head as far as it would go without ripping his tongue out, Pietro saw Fred, who had his arms wrapped around his gut to keep it from jiggling too much while he laughed, and Todd, who was jumping up and down and laughing. Then Lance appeared, nearly tripping over a large mallet that was laying in the floor, holding a....video camera?!
"This will be perfect blackmail!" Pietro heard Lance whisper. No! This was not happening!
"Yeah! Yeah! Homework for a year!" Todd shrieked happily. Pietro knew his life was over. Lance turned the video camera towards Pietro.
"Just get me loose!" Pietro decided to abandon pride and beg. Things couldn't get any worse... the least they could do would be to cut him loose.
Then Fred said the evilest thing Pietro had ever personally heard.
"Did you hear something?" while he glanced around the room, ignoring Pietro. NO!! They wouldn't ignore him in his hour of need..... would they?
"Nope." Lance and Todd answered.
"HELP!!" Pietro screamed, thrashing his legs now out of pure desperation rather than an attempt to get free.
"Come on guys, Judge Judy's coming on!" Lance said as her put the camera away. The three boys walked away. Pietro remained stuck, his tongue gone numb from the ice, filling with spiteful rage at his teammates.
A few minutes later, Sabretooth strolled through the kitchen, and picked up Pietro's bowl of ice cream.
"Hey, thwat's my ice cweam!" Pietro managed to get out.
Sabretooth bared his teeth at Pietro and growled softly. "You gonna come over here and get it?"
Pietro thrashed a little bit, and Sabretooth started to laugh.
"Your teammates just leave you there?"
"Uh-huh."
More laughter. "Good kids."
Sabretooth walked out of the kitchen. An hour later, Mystique finally showed up. Actually, she was early, but time just doesn't fly when your tongue is stuck to the freezer. Then came the detachment of the tongue.....
****** END FLASHBACK ******
Pietro shuddered. It had been THE MOST humiliating day of his ENTIRE LIFE!!! And the worst part was, it wasn't over.
Hahahahahah!!! Another cliffhanger!!! Next chapter: Will Fred get mauled by Sabretooth or beaten by bikers??? You get to choose!! Just make your vote in the review.... I'll either use the one most people want, or go with the coolest, most creative suggestion I get.
Thanks, Persephone
A/N: The question on everybody's mind is answered in this chapter....How Pietro got his tongue stuck on the freezer! Yea! Sorry it took me so long for this chapter, I've had a ton of schoolwork....Why do they always pile it on at the end of the year?? But today was the last full day :: happy dance:: so I now have more time!! Well, by now your just skimming, or skipped this part altogether....but if you're reading this, you aren't, but .... Oh, just read the story.
Pietro sat in his room, still for once in his life. His head was resting on his hands, and his tongue, wrapped in a large white bandage, protruded from his mouth. He'd heard yelling a few minutes ago. Lance screaming, "NOOO" pitifully had caused him to smile, but that had also made his tongue hurt even worse. He did NOT recommend getting your tongue frozen to the freezer. It was not as fun as it sounded. AND getting the tongue unstuck had been a lot more difficult than the actual freezing. Pietro didn't even want to think about it anymore. It had involved a popsicle stick, a blowtorch, and a mirror. Enough said.
Anyways, the yelling and groans of pain had stopped a few minutes ago, leaving Pierto alone with his thoughts. He began to think back, three hours ago, to before the whole tongue incident. It had been a normal day.....
****** FLASHBACK ******
Pietro strolled down the hallway, heading to the living room. He had rented the classic movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail again, and he wanted to watch it before he began his homework. As he neared the living room, he became aware that Lance was playing video games.
"Get that, you alien scumbag!!!" Lance was not quiet when he played.
"HAHAHA!!! You lost, Lance! You're a loser!" Nobody but Todd was stupid enough to gloat in Lance's face like that. Pietro heard a loud SMACK just then.
"Great." muttered Pietro, wondering what to do. That TV was taken, the only other TV was in Mystique's private living room. Wait! She wasn't supposed to be back for a few hours, and Monty Python was less than two hours long. He could watch it before she got back, and she would never know... He ran up to Mystique's living room, and set the movie on top of the VCR.
"Now all I need are some snacks." He ran back to the living room, passing Fred, who was heading towards the living room.
Reaching the kitchen, he started to fix the Best Darn Snack that had ever been created in this kitchen. He raced around, gathering assorted junk food and ice cream toppings.
"Brownie, ice cream, chocolate chips, syrup, almonds, Twizzlers, M&Ms, whipped cream...." Pierto grinned. "Perfect." He grabbed a couple of bags of chips, a bottle of root beer, some twinkies, and then picked up the bowl of ice cream.
" A perfect balanced meal." He muttered, trying to balance the junk food in his arms. Everything teetered in his arms, and he had no hands, elbows, or even a chin free, so he put the spoon in his mouth, the only place left to hold it, when he remembered the tub of ice cream still out on the counter.
"Ugh." The groan came out muffled around the spoon. Pietro managed-barely- to balance the ice cream on the crook of his arm, and carefully made his way to the freezer. He pushed it open with his nose, and managed to drop the ice cream inside the freezer.
Unfortunately, that wasn't all he dropped. With all his concentration focused on the ice cream, Pietro forgot the spoon in his mouth, and as he opened his mouth in concentration, he dropped the spoon inside the freezer.
What else could he do? He leaned in, intent on picking the spoon up in his mouth. His hands were full, after all.
Unfortunately again, Pietro had he awful habit of sticking his tongue out when he REALLY concentrated in something. The tip of his tongue touched the frozen bottom of the freezer, and when he tried to pull away, nothing happened.
He tried to pull away again.
Nothing.
Trying his best not to panic, he tried every possible way he could think of to pull his tongue away from the ice. He shifted his body away; all that happened was pain.
Pietro dropped all the food he was holding, including the Perfect Sundae, and tried to pull his tongue away with his hands.
Nothing happened, except his hands began to go numb.
Suddenly, Pietro became aware of laughter behind him. Loud, obnoxious laughter that could only belong to....
"Fwed!! Hewp mehh!!!!"
No response, save some loud laughter. Pietro screamed, again and again, and tried to run in place, hoping the friction would somehow free his tongue. Nothing, except more voices laughing, changed.
"Stop laughing!" Pietro yelled in a muffled voice. "Get me out of here!"
Turning his head as far as it would go without ripping his tongue out, Pietro saw Fred, who had his arms wrapped around his gut to keep it from jiggling too much while he laughed, and Todd, who was jumping up and down and laughing. Then Lance appeared, nearly tripping over a large mallet that was laying in the floor, holding a....video camera?!
"This will be perfect blackmail!" Pietro heard Lance whisper. No! This was not happening!
"Yeah! Yeah! Homework for a year!" Todd shrieked happily. Pietro knew his life was over. Lance turned the video camera towards Pietro.
"Just get me loose!" Pietro decided to abandon pride and beg. Things couldn't get any worse... the least they could do would be to cut him loose.
Then Fred said the evilest thing Pietro had ever personally heard.
"Did you hear something?" while he glanced around the room, ignoring Pietro. NO!! They wouldn't ignore him in his hour of need..... would they?
"Nope." Lance and Todd answered.
"HELP!!" Pietro screamed, thrashing his legs now out of pure desperation rather than an attempt to get free.
"Come on guys, Judge Judy's coming on!" Lance said as her put the camera away. The three boys walked away. Pietro remained stuck, his tongue gone numb from the ice, filling with spiteful rage at his teammates.
A few minutes later, Sabretooth strolled through the kitchen, and picked up Pietro's bowl of ice cream.
"Hey, thwat's my ice cweam!" Pietro managed to get out.
Sabretooth bared his teeth at Pietro and growled softly. "You gonna come over here and get it?"
Pietro thrashed a little bit, and Sabretooth started to laugh.
"Your teammates just leave you there?"
"Uh-huh."
More laughter. "Good kids."
Sabretooth walked out of the kitchen. An hour later, Mystique finally showed up. Actually, she was early, but time just doesn't fly when your tongue is stuck to the freezer. Then came the detachment of the tongue.....
****** END FLASHBACK ******
Pietro shuddered. It had been THE MOST humiliating day of his ENTIRE LIFE!!! And the worst part was, it wasn't over.
Hahahahahah!!! Another cliffhanger!!! Next chapter: Will Fred get mauled by Sabretooth or beaten by bikers??? You get to choose!! Just make your vote in the review.... I'll either use the one most people want, or go with the coolest, most creative suggestion I get.
Thanks, Persephone