#Bittersweet-Chapter 2#
The afternoon sunlight sifted in through the blinds, casting an odd glow about the room. Pietro blinked to soothe his blood-shot eyes, and rolled over blocking out the irritating light. He'd barely gotten any sleep at all last night and he was tired, angry, and depressed. He'd cried for more than and hour and still he felt the need to cry. But it seemed he was all out of tears. His heart was throbbing painfully, and he couldn't bring himself to whiz down and grab something to eat. It was almost three in the afternoon and his stomach was growling loudly.
"I can never face him again. . ." Pietro murmured, pulling the covers over his head. He was totally heart-broken and the thought of getting sloshed again was definitely appealing. At least then he wasn't 'in his right mind' as Lance had so crudely put it. He scowled and shut his eyes tightly. Lance. He never wanted to speak to that asshole again! But he knew it was a lie. He wanted to see him again, to explain that he HAD been in his right mind! But he wasn't so sure he was, even now. . .
There was a soft knock and he ignored it. Whoever it was could just fuck off. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone at the moment. The knock came again, only this time louder. He growled and tossed the blankets off himself, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Who the hell was dumb enough to bother him right now!? The knock sounded a third time, louder still and more incessant. He zipped to the door and flung it open.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU-" the words died in his throat. There, standing in all his glory, was the mighty Magneto, fully clothed in his metal armor. Pietro blinked and gulped, chuckling nervously.
"F-father," he stammered, "W-what are you doing here?" The tall man eyed him condescendingly. Pietro could feel his stomach churning uncomfortably and he was only vaguely concerned about his distraught appearance.
"You are to come with me young Pietro," he commanded sternly, "Gather your things; you are joining me at my base." Pietro's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"I don't understand," Pietro said softly, shifting uncomfortably. Although it was a lie, he did understand. He would be leaving the Brotherhood, the Boarding house, more than likely Bayville. . .and Lance. And that thought terrified him. Magneto's eyes narrowed.
"Oh but I think you do my son," he said, "Gather your things quickly, I will await your arrival outside, do not try my patience." And with that he swept out of the house. Pietro stood in the doorway, his eyes wide, tears sparkling dimly within them. He couldn't leave, not now, not ever! But it was for the best. . .wasn't it?
"Pietro. . ." the voice was soft and familiar and Pietro shuddered. He turned to Lance and the tears suddenly sprang to his eyes, nearly spilling out. Lance had a confused look on his face.
"Why was he here?" he asked. It seemed he'd forgotten all about last night and Pietro's heart-felt confessions. This angered Pietro to no end and he quickly shook his head, glaring at Lance.
"What's it to you Rocky!?" he snapped scathingly. The nickname was childish but he wasn't able to think of anything better to say in this state. Lance looked taken aback but he glared in return.
"I just wanted know!" he shouted, "Jesus Pietro!" Pietro frowned.
"If you must know," Pietro said, trying desperately to keep the hurt from his voice, "I am leaving with my father. I am no longer part of the Brotherhood." Lances eyes widened considerably and Pietro choked on the look of sadness in Lance's eyes.
"W-what?" Lance asked quietly. Pietro sighed angrily.
"I'm leaving Lance!" he cried, "And I'm not coming back! I bet you're happy now! No more dealing with poor emotional, DRUNKEN Pietro!" The blood rushed to Lance's face and he looked as though he was about to explode.
"You know what Pietro!?" he yelled, "I am! I hope I never have to see you again!" Pietro's intense glare softened into a hurt gaze. Pietro could no longer keep the tears at bay and they began to flow full force. Lance realized the instant he'd said it and he quickly reached out a hand to Pietro. Pietro slapped it away furiously and he was gone in an instant, gathering his things. Lance stood there and suddenly Pietro appeared in front of him once more.
"Good," he whispered dangerously, "I feel the same way. I never want to see, speak or even think about you ever again Lance Alvers." And he was gone, leaving a speechless Lance in his wake.
x(X)x
Shorter than the last but I found it to be okay Let me know what YOU think! Thank you! Once again thanks to my wonderful beta and friend Lavender!
--Avalanche Maximoff--
The afternoon sunlight sifted in through the blinds, casting an odd glow about the room. Pietro blinked to soothe his blood-shot eyes, and rolled over blocking out the irritating light. He'd barely gotten any sleep at all last night and he was tired, angry, and depressed. He'd cried for more than and hour and still he felt the need to cry. But it seemed he was all out of tears. His heart was throbbing painfully, and he couldn't bring himself to whiz down and grab something to eat. It was almost three in the afternoon and his stomach was growling loudly.
"I can never face him again. . ." Pietro murmured, pulling the covers over his head. He was totally heart-broken and the thought of getting sloshed again was definitely appealing. At least then he wasn't 'in his right mind' as Lance had so crudely put it. He scowled and shut his eyes tightly. Lance. He never wanted to speak to that asshole again! But he knew it was a lie. He wanted to see him again, to explain that he HAD been in his right mind! But he wasn't so sure he was, even now. . .
There was a soft knock and he ignored it. Whoever it was could just fuck off. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone at the moment. The knock came again, only this time louder. He growled and tossed the blankets off himself, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Who the hell was dumb enough to bother him right now!? The knock sounded a third time, louder still and more incessant. He zipped to the door and flung it open.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU-" the words died in his throat. There, standing in all his glory, was the mighty Magneto, fully clothed in his metal armor. Pietro blinked and gulped, chuckling nervously.
"F-father," he stammered, "W-what are you doing here?" The tall man eyed him condescendingly. Pietro could feel his stomach churning uncomfortably and he was only vaguely concerned about his distraught appearance.
"You are to come with me young Pietro," he commanded sternly, "Gather your things; you are joining me at my base." Pietro's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"I don't understand," Pietro said softly, shifting uncomfortably. Although it was a lie, he did understand. He would be leaving the Brotherhood, the Boarding house, more than likely Bayville. . .and Lance. And that thought terrified him. Magneto's eyes narrowed.
"Oh but I think you do my son," he said, "Gather your things quickly, I will await your arrival outside, do not try my patience." And with that he swept out of the house. Pietro stood in the doorway, his eyes wide, tears sparkling dimly within them. He couldn't leave, not now, not ever! But it was for the best. . .wasn't it?
"Pietro. . ." the voice was soft and familiar and Pietro shuddered. He turned to Lance and the tears suddenly sprang to his eyes, nearly spilling out. Lance had a confused look on his face.
"Why was he here?" he asked. It seemed he'd forgotten all about last night and Pietro's heart-felt confessions. This angered Pietro to no end and he quickly shook his head, glaring at Lance.
"What's it to you Rocky!?" he snapped scathingly. The nickname was childish but he wasn't able to think of anything better to say in this state. Lance looked taken aback but he glared in return.
"I just wanted know!" he shouted, "Jesus Pietro!" Pietro frowned.
"If you must know," Pietro said, trying desperately to keep the hurt from his voice, "I am leaving with my father. I am no longer part of the Brotherhood." Lances eyes widened considerably and Pietro choked on the look of sadness in Lance's eyes.
"W-what?" Lance asked quietly. Pietro sighed angrily.
"I'm leaving Lance!" he cried, "And I'm not coming back! I bet you're happy now! No more dealing with poor emotional, DRUNKEN Pietro!" The blood rushed to Lance's face and he looked as though he was about to explode.
"You know what Pietro!?" he yelled, "I am! I hope I never have to see you again!" Pietro's intense glare softened into a hurt gaze. Pietro could no longer keep the tears at bay and they began to flow full force. Lance realized the instant he'd said it and he quickly reached out a hand to Pietro. Pietro slapped it away furiously and he was gone in an instant, gathering his things. Lance stood there and suddenly Pietro appeared in front of him once more.
"Good," he whispered dangerously, "I feel the same way. I never want to see, speak or even think about you ever again Lance Alvers." And he was gone, leaving a speechless Lance in his wake.
x(X)x
Shorter than the last but I found it to be okay Let me know what YOU think! Thank you! Once again thanks to my wonderful beta and friend Lavender!
--Avalanche Maximoff--