Title: Perfect
Genre: X-men Evo
Pairing: ::ge-hasp:: None! Well, no; slight mentioning of Pietrance.
Summary: Pietro's tired of trying to be perfect.
Notes: This song seriously makes me think 'Pietro and daddy fic! Whee!'.....Seriously. Oh, and for all of those wonderful people who are demanding man sex? You shall receive. Next chapter. I swear. Just...give me a good song for it. It doesn't have to be Alanis Morisette.
'—'= Lyrics
"---"= Speech
::---::= Thoughts
Lyrics from the song Perfect by Alanis Morisette.
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'Sometimes is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face.'
"Pietro, I gave you a task to complete. I don't want to see you until it is finished. Is it finished, Pietro?" Pietro stared at his feet; holding his broken arm with his good hand, he shook his head.
"No. I couldn't get it, Father. It was too difficult." Magneto's gaze turned onto his son, cold and threatening eyes causing the teenager to flinch.
"Boy, I told you not to come back here empty handed! Are you mentally handicapped? Can you not comprehend such simple orders?" A metallic ball flew off the table, barely avoiding Pietro, smashing into the wall behind him with a metallic clang.
"I'm sorry, Father. I tried to-"
"Tried is not good enough, Pietro. I had high hopes for you, but you always seem to fail me." Pietro kept his eyes on the floor, shoulders slumping in defeat. Magneto waved his hand, causing the door beside Pietro to open.
"Leave. Go to the infirmary, have Gambit look after you, I don't care. Just get out of my sight." Pietro nodded, slowly exiting the room, while Magneto's chair spun to face the window behind his desk. :: Such a failure came from my blood... ::
'Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder.'
Another day, another failed mission; another upset Magneto to deal with. Pietro and Remy trudged into the room they shared, each flopping onto their beds as they dropped their belongings to the floor.
"Remy doesn't understand why you're still here, homme. You could 'ave gone back to de Brotherhood without a thought." Remy's voice drifted across the room to Pietro, who slowly sat up.
"He's my father, Remy. I can't just...leave. He knows things about me that could be used against me." Remy sat up as well, leaning heavily against the wall behind him.
"He's blackmailing you, homme? Dat's not right. You be his son." Pietro nodded, setting his face in his arms as he drew his knees to his chest. It hurt to move; the last mission had nearly been their last.
"I know. It's because I'm not perfect." Face re emerging, the younger teen glanced at Remy, sighing heavily as he leaned back to rest his head on the wall behind his own bed.
"No one's perfect, Pietro." Pietro sighed, shrugging as he lay back down, wincing in pain. Remy stood up, slowly making his way to Pietro's bed to pull the younger teen up.
"Let Remy 'ave a look at dat, Pietro. You took a pretty good hit, petite." Pietro allowed his shirt to slide off over his head and Remy to attend his wounds.
'How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet.'
"Faster. Work harder. You can not keep up with the others, Pietro, if you do not work on your physical strength. I will not allow that to happen; go back out there and work harder. You are not to return until I am satisfied." Pietro nodded, trudging back out to the training area, where the Acolytes were still training.
:: I can't do this. Father is asking me to do the impossible. :: The speedy teen mentally berated himself, going over everything he could do to progress his training faster. Even returning to the Brotherhood; which would ultimately mean failure and returning to an angry Lance; would be better.
"Hey, Pietro! Over here, mate! C'mon, we can 'ave a go at the obstacle course!" John called, motioning for Pietro to make his way to where the Australian stood. Shaking his head, he and the other teen began the seemingly impossible obstacle course.
'Be a good girl
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn't good enough
To make us proud.'
"Pietro, why did you feel the need to dress up as a girl for Halloween? You're father nearly had a heart attack when he saw you." Piotr asked, looking down at the shorter teen. Pietro glanced over at the Russian, who was dressed as a cat, and shrugged, twirling around in his plaid skirt.
"Because I look cute. Besides, it's not like Father's proud of me anyways, there's no need for me to aim to impress him by dressing up as him." Motioning for Remy and John to hurry up, he headed off down the street; polished black Mary Jane's clicking as he walked.
Remy, who was dressed as Lestat, rolled his eyes, while John, dressed as a fireman, waved his plastic axe and whooped, following after Pietro with a pillowcase in hand.
"We really are too old for this, homme." Remy stated, hanging back with Piotr while the two younger Acolytes made their way to the first house. Piotr nodded, but remained silent; trick or treating reminded him of Ileana [1], and it still made him feel like she was there.
"We may be, but Pietro would not miss out on a chance for free sugar; nor would John. So put up with it for now, my friend." Remy smiled, placing a hand on Piotr's shoulder.
"Sounds like a plan, mon amis. Sounds like a plan." He was about to say more, when a very hyper and very active Pietro appeared in front of them.
"Guys, John's-gone-and-set-a-tree-on-fire,we'd-better-hurry-and-put-it- out!" Both older teens looked at each other, then followed the babbling Quicksilver to where John was dancing around a burning tree.
'I'll live through you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I'm doing this for your own damn good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem...why are you crying'
Personally, Pietro missed the Brotherhood. While the Acolytes were great to him and all, he really just wanted to be back in Bayville, shooting hoops with Todd or arguing over which sport was better, hockey or basketball, with Lance.
He missed Wanda, and he missed the X-geeks. He even missed teasing Daniels, because that was what he did. He'd done it for what seemed like forever, and now he was sitting in his and Remy's room, alone, and blubbering like a three year old.
"Pietro. Pietro, what are you doing? Why are you crying, boy?" Pietro's head shot up at the sound of his fathers voice. Magneto stood in the doorway to the room, hand raised to knock on the door.
"You wouldn't understand, Father." The teen spat out, hands forming fists unconsciously in his lap. Magneto stepped into the room, eyes taking a quick inventory of how many belongings his son had.
"I don't think I really would care, except that crying is a sign of weakness. No son of mine cries." Pietro hastily wiped the tears form his eyes with the back of his hand; and his father stood before him, poker faced and cross armed.
"That's better. Pietro, I'm sending you back to the Brotherhood. You are no use to me here; I want you to go get them into shape. If we are to enter this war, we will be doing it fully prepared." Pietro stood up, nodded.
:: I'm going home. I'm finally going home. ::
'Be a good boy
Push a little harder
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
We'll love you just the way you are if you're perfect.'
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[1] This is how her name is spelt in my French comic...I don't remember it in English. So. Was that good? Bad? Should I be tossed into a fire? Come on, mon amis! R&R for moi.