Pietro rubbed his eyes sleepily and picked at his food. So focused was he on saving his peas from drowning in a liquid he thought might be mashed potatoes that he didn't notice Scott until the other boy said his name. Surprised Pietro looked up, and remembered just in time to fix his trademark smirk on his face. "My my, what has caused the leader of the X-Geeks to grace me with his presence? And without his little red haired dominus too, whatever could be wrong?"
Behind his glasses Scott closed his eyes and counted to 10 to calm himself, reminding himself that he needed Pietro's help to save Kurt. Jean had offered to ask him but Scott was worried that a telepath would make Pietro wary. "I wanted to talk to you." He snagged a chair and sat. "Pietro, do you know why Mystique took Kurt and ran from Magneto?" No sense in beating around the bush.
Pietro looked at him, confused, "Yeah, he was making Kurt more powerful and she freaked."
"Making him more powerful how?"
"Dunno, Dad never said. Why?"
Scott hesitated, "Kurt is sick, Dr. McCoy says it's a result of his genes being manipulated as a child."
"Wellisn'tthattoobad, wellsorryIcan'thelp. Goodluckfixentheelf. Gottagobye." Hastily he stood up and walked away from the table, leaving the ruins of his lunch, uneaten, on it's surface. Scott frowned, he'd hoped Pietro would be more forth coming. Maybe Logan had been able to unearth some useful information.
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"Had an interesting conversation with Summers today."
"Is it of interest to me?" Magneto didn't turn around, busy cultivating his mysterious caped figure image.
"Perhaps, it was about the fuzzy blue wonder." He had his father's interest, he could tell by the set of the shoulders.
"Mystique's son? What about him?"
"Something about the genetic manipulation you preformed on him."
Giving up on trying to seem impassive Magneto stormed over to his son. "What about the experiment?"
"It made him sick, Summers seemed very worried about him."
Magneto sighed, "Another failure, how disappointing. That only leaves two test subjects who haven't fell ill. A pity."
"So there's no cure?" Damn it was hot in here. Maybe he should open a window.
Magneto shrugged, "There might be, I don't really care."
Pietro rubbed his head.
"Are you well son, you seem pale."
"I'm fine, it's just– " he collapsed.
Magneto sighed, "One test subject that hasn't fallen ill then, a pity." He strode away then, leaving his son in a crumpled heap on the floor, where he stayed until Lance got home.