NOTE: As an apology for the late update, here's Kietro fluff (way more than
I usually do.cringe hehe) Please tell me if this chapter sucked because
honestly I was sleep deprived when I wrote it. I love reviews so please
take a minute to do it! Thanks.
Pietro reacted in a split second, jerked his feet upward and threw himself forward to shield Kitty from the shelf. The momentum threw them both hard a few feet away, and for the next few minutes the crashing of the shelf was all that could be heard. Pietro closed his eyes, and threw his arm over Kitty. After a few seconds, Pietro removed his arm cautiously and looked downwards, his face softening at the sight before him. Kitty still had her eyes shut tightly, her silky brown hair spilling across her neck.
Pietro stared at her, feeling a strange tightening in his throat. She was so.so..real. Her eyelids fluttered and he found it even harder to swallow. What was happening to him? Pietro took a deep breath to clear his thoughts, and when he looked again, Kitty was staring at him with one eyebrow raised in speculation.
"Are you okay?" Pietro managed to get out, after a moment of silence. Kitty bit her lip and grinned.
"I think the real question is, are ~you~ okay?" Kitty asked, looking as if she were fighting a laugh.
"Of course I'm fine," Pietro said quickly with forced arrogance, not sure whether to be flattered or offended by her concern. He could take care of himself. "The shelf fell right on you, I mean, -,"
"It phased through me, and since you were touching me, it must have phased through you too," Kitty explained, with a smirk. Pietro reddened, feeling foolish. Here he'd thought he'd protected ~her~ when it had really been the other way around. "But thanks all the same," Kitty added quietly, looking up at him. Pietro felt the corners of his mouth lift up.
"I appreciate you trying to salvage my precious male ego," Pietro said wryly, and shared a laugh with Kitty.
"My pleasure," Kitty quipped back, taking Pietro's hand is he helped her up. The smile slipped off her face suddenly as she glanced behind him, mouth agape. "Oh..no."
"What?" Pietro asked, instantly on alert. He turned around and then immediately wished he hadn't. The shelf had indeed been smashed to pieces but the mess only started there. The formerly neatly stacked pies were now unrecognizable. Some of the pie filling had smeared the walls, while the soft crust formed a crusty layer on the tile floor of the kitchen. Pietro exchanged a horrified glance with Kitty.
"Jean.is .going to ~kill~ us," Kitty whispered, aghast.
"Let's not panic," Pietro tried to say calmly, but the thought of a furious telepath trying to kill him was more than a little disturbing.
"How can we NOT panic!" Kitty asked, her voice rising. "The Carnival is in 4 days, and it took Jean-Miss-Baking-Extraordinaire Grey three weeks to bake all those pies! And now they're ruined."
"Well..maybe they're not totally.ruined," Pietro trailed off, as Kitty picked up a demolished pie that promptly crumbled in her hand.
"We're doomed," Kitty moaned, burying her face in her hands.
"No, we're not. I can clean this place up in seconds. You have a mop and some paper towels?" Pietro inquired briefly. Kitty lifted her head briefly.
"They're in the cabinet. Do you want some-," Kitty began slowly, but Pietro had already galvanized into action. He ripped off large squares of paper towel, wet them quickly and zipped around the room wiping and scrubbing. In seconds the walls were clean. Next he set to the floors, twisting the mop expertly in his hands, flashing back and forth from the sink to wring it out. In less than a minute, the splintered wood remnants of the shelf were piled neatly in the large trash, and the room was literally sparkling. Pietro leaned on the mop when he was done, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement at Kitty's shocked countenance. She really was too adorable, Pietro thought absently.
"Surprised?" Pietro inquired, quietly.
"Yeah," Kitty said slowly after a moment, tentative smile lighting up her face. "Never took you for the house-keeping type."
"With the pigs I live with, I have to be. Besides, I think everyone has their hidden talents," Pietro replied with a smile.
"So, cleaning is your hidden talent, I take it?" Kitty asked, a teasing note in her voice.
"One of them anyway," Pietro said, smirking. Kitty rolled her eyes, and a comfortable silence settled between them. I enjoy being with her, Pietro realized with a surprised jolt. Kitty was as relaxed as he was, and behind her rational, calm exterior was someone who was funny and strangely endearing. He was starting to see what Lance had been attracted by in the petite brunette. Pietro blinked when he realized he'd been staring at Kitty for far longer than he should have been. This is stupid, Pietro said furious with himself, I'm not the kind of guy who goes for girls like Kitty. But Siren was a blurry, far-away image in his mind, her red hair turning suddenly to a rich chocolate brown..
"Pietro..PIETRO!" Kitty said, waving a hand in front of his face.
"Hmm?"
"I was just asking you what we're going to do about the pies?" Kitty repeated with an anxious look on her face.
"Oh.well, can't we buy some more?" Pietro suggested, forcing himself to focus.
"Do you have ANY idea how much it costs to cater 50 pies, with 3 days notice?!"
"Okay, sorry, sheesh. I suppose the pies will just have to be baked from scratch. You ~do~ know how to cook, right?" Pietro asked dismissively. Silence. "Right?" Pietro repeated, a feeling very akin to panic rising when Kitty stared up at him with a rueful look on her face.
"Well..not exactly," Kitty admitted reluctantly.
"So, that's a 'no," Pietro said disbelievingly.
"I can learn how, it doesn't look that hard," Kitty countered.
"Kitty, there is no way you can turn into Julia frickin' Child in three days," Pietro said exasperated, but despite himself felt a grin tug at his mouth at the predictable spark coming into her eyes.
"Who says ~I'm~ making them all by myself. You're helping," Kitty informed, eyes flashing.
"No I'm not," Pietro said, fighting a laugh.
"Yes.You. Are." Kitty said, punctuating each word by jabbing him in the chest with a finger.
"Alright, no need to get violent. I'll make half the pies, and you can make the other half. That's fair, right?" Pietro asked, cocking one eyebrow at her.
"I suppose," Kitty said grudgingly.
"Good," Pietro said softly, and a kind of gentle silence prevailed. Kitty fiddled with her shirt and looked up to find Pietro gazing down at her. Both made no move to turn away. Pietro was finding it hard to swallow again.
The shrill noise of the phone ringing shook them both out of their entrancement. Kitty looked away first, and picked up the phone, wrapping the extension cord around her long fingers. "Hello...oh, hey Lance."
A stinging feeling of disappointment hit Pietro, and he forced himself to lower his eyes. He pretended to examine the walls for any excess residue as Kitty continued her conversation with his roommate, the Brainless Wonder himself. He could only imagine what lies he must be feeding her, and it infuriated him.
When Kitty finally hung up, her face was flushed a delicate pink. "Lance wanted to know if I wanted to hang out with him at the Carnival."
Pietro felt sick. The bastard had a girlfriend already, what was he trying to do? The thought of Kitty being cheated around on and hurt worse than she'd already been hurt was making his fists clench. But what could he do? This was the plan he'd constructed. "What'd you say?" Pietro said gruffly, keeping his simmering blue eyes lowered to hide his emotions.
"That I'd be too busy with my boyfriend and I probably wouldn't have time," Kitty replied, an impish grin lighting her face. Pietro couldn't keep the smile that sprung to his lips.
"Well, I think you're catching on pretty quick Pryde," Pietro said, the teasing arrogance back in his voice, as he relaxed.
"And to think I was so sure your plan would never work. Well, I guess miracles can happen," Kitty teased back smartly. But for all the lighthearted, friendly banter, a certain tension strung tightly between them. And Pietro wasn't about to head into that territory. Luckily, at that moment, the noise of mutants entering the mansion sounded downstairs, alerting Pietro to the fact that he'd better disappear fast.
"That's my exit cue. Try not to burn the place down when you make the pies, okay?" Pietro threw behind him, smirking.
Kitty scowled at him. Good, she was irritated with him, the way she should be, Pietro thought firmly. Not staring at him with that tentative smile or those laughing eyes..
"I'm not planning on burning anything, thank you very much," Kitty retorted.
"We'll see.," Pietro replied smoothly. But he paused at the doorway a second. "Oh, and Kitty?"
"Yeah?" Kitty asked swiftly.
"Call me if you need...anything."
"I will," Kitty said slowly, her voice puzzled. And with that Pietro left in a flash, not wanting to look behind him, for if he did, it would reinforce all the strange feelings he shouldn't but somehow couldn't help having.
Pietro reacted in a split second, jerked his feet upward and threw himself forward to shield Kitty from the shelf. The momentum threw them both hard a few feet away, and for the next few minutes the crashing of the shelf was all that could be heard. Pietro closed his eyes, and threw his arm over Kitty. After a few seconds, Pietro removed his arm cautiously and looked downwards, his face softening at the sight before him. Kitty still had her eyes shut tightly, her silky brown hair spilling across her neck.
Pietro stared at her, feeling a strange tightening in his throat. She was so.so..real. Her eyelids fluttered and he found it even harder to swallow. What was happening to him? Pietro took a deep breath to clear his thoughts, and when he looked again, Kitty was staring at him with one eyebrow raised in speculation.
"Are you okay?" Pietro managed to get out, after a moment of silence. Kitty bit her lip and grinned.
"I think the real question is, are ~you~ okay?" Kitty asked, looking as if she were fighting a laugh.
"Of course I'm fine," Pietro said quickly with forced arrogance, not sure whether to be flattered or offended by her concern. He could take care of himself. "The shelf fell right on you, I mean, -,"
"It phased through me, and since you were touching me, it must have phased through you too," Kitty explained, with a smirk. Pietro reddened, feeling foolish. Here he'd thought he'd protected ~her~ when it had really been the other way around. "But thanks all the same," Kitty added quietly, looking up at him. Pietro felt the corners of his mouth lift up.
"I appreciate you trying to salvage my precious male ego," Pietro said wryly, and shared a laugh with Kitty.
"My pleasure," Kitty quipped back, taking Pietro's hand is he helped her up. The smile slipped off her face suddenly as she glanced behind him, mouth agape. "Oh..no."
"What?" Pietro asked, instantly on alert. He turned around and then immediately wished he hadn't. The shelf had indeed been smashed to pieces but the mess only started there. The formerly neatly stacked pies were now unrecognizable. Some of the pie filling had smeared the walls, while the soft crust formed a crusty layer on the tile floor of the kitchen. Pietro exchanged a horrified glance with Kitty.
"Jean.is .going to ~kill~ us," Kitty whispered, aghast.
"Let's not panic," Pietro tried to say calmly, but the thought of a furious telepath trying to kill him was more than a little disturbing.
"How can we NOT panic!" Kitty asked, her voice rising. "The Carnival is in 4 days, and it took Jean-Miss-Baking-Extraordinaire Grey three weeks to bake all those pies! And now they're ruined."
"Well..maybe they're not totally.ruined," Pietro trailed off, as Kitty picked up a demolished pie that promptly crumbled in her hand.
"We're doomed," Kitty moaned, burying her face in her hands.
"No, we're not. I can clean this place up in seconds. You have a mop and some paper towels?" Pietro inquired briefly. Kitty lifted her head briefly.
"They're in the cabinet. Do you want some-," Kitty began slowly, but Pietro had already galvanized into action. He ripped off large squares of paper towel, wet them quickly and zipped around the room wiping and scrubbing. In seconds the walls were clean. Next he set to the floors, twisting the mop expertly in his hands, flashing back and forth from the sink to wring it out. In less than a minute, the splintered wood remnants of the shelf were piled neatly in the large trash, and the room was literally sparkling. Pietro leaned on the mop when he was done, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement at Kitty's shocked countenance. She really was too adorable, Pietro thought absently.
"Surprised?" Pietro inquired, quietly.
"Yeah," Kitty said slowly after a moment, tentative smile lighting up her face. "Never took you for the house-keeping type."
"With the pigs I live with, I have to be. Besides, I think everyone has their hidden talents," Pietro replied with a smile.
"So, cleaning is your hidden talent, I take it?" Kitty asked, a teasing note in her voice.
"One of them anyway," Pietro said, smirking. Kitty rolled her eyes, and a comfortable silence settled between them. I enjoy being with her, Pietro realized with a surprised jolt. Kitty was as relaxed as he was, and behind her rational, calm exterior was someone who was funny and strangely endearing. He was starting to see what Lance had been attracted by in the petite brunette. Pietro blinked when he realized he'd been staring at Kitty for far longer than he should have been. This is stupid, Pietro said furious with himself, I'm not the kind of guy who goes for girls like Kitty. But Siren was a blurry, far-away image in his mind, her red hair turning suddenly to a rich chocolate brown..
"Pietro..PIETRO!" Kitty said, waving a hand in front of his face.
"Hmm?"
"I was just asking you what we're going to do about the pies?" Kitty repeated with an anxious look on her face.
"Oh.well, can't we buy some more?" Pietro suggested, forcing himself to focus.
"Do you have ANY idea how much it costs to cater 50 pies, with 3 days notice?!"
"Okay, sorry, sheesh. I suppose the pies will just have to be baked from scratch. You ~do~ know how to cook, right?" Pietro asked dismissively. Silence. "Right?" Pietro repeated, a feeling very akin to panic rising when Kitty stared up at him with a rueful look on her face.
"Well..not exactly," Kitty admitted reluctantly.
"So, that's a 'no," Pietro said disbelievingly.
"I can learn how, it doesn't look that hard," Kitty countered.
"Kitty, there is no way you can turn into Julia frickin' Child in three days," Pietro said exasperated, but despite himself felt a grin tug at his mouth at the predictable spark coming into her eyes.
"Who says ~I'm~ making them all by myself. You're helping," Kitty informed, eyes flashing.
"No I'm not," Pietro said, fighting a laugh.
"Yes.You. Are." Kitty said, punctuating each word by jabbing him in the chest with a finger.
"Alright, no need to get violent. I'll make half the pies, and you can make the other half. That's fair, right?" Pietro asked, cocking one eyebrow at her.
"I suppose," Kitty said grudgingly.
"Good," Pietro said softly, and a kind of gentle silence prevailed. Kitty fiddled with her shirt and looked up to find Pietro gazing down at her. Both made no move to turn away. Pietro was finding it hard to swallow again.
The shrill noise of the phone ringing shook them both out of their entrancement. Kitty looked away first, and picked up the phone, wrapping the extension cord around her long fingers. "Hello...oh, hey Lance."
A stinging feeling of disappointment hit Pietro, and he forced himself to lower his eyes. He pretended to examine the walls for any excess residue as Kitty continued her conversation with his roommate, the Brainless Wonder himself. He could only imagine what lies he must be feeding her, and it infuriated him.
When Kitty finally hung up, her face was flushed a delicate pink. "Lance wanted to know if I wanted to hang out with him at the Carnival."
Pietro felt sick. The bastard had a girlfriend already, what was he trying to do? The thought of Kitty being cheated around on and hurt worse than she'd already been hurt was making his fists clench. But what could he do? This was the plan he'd constructed. "What'd you say?" Pietro said gruffly, keeping his simmering blue eyes lowered to hide his emotions.
"That I'd be too busy with my boyfriend and I probably wouldn't have time," Kitty replied, an impish grin lighting her face. Pietro couldn't keep the smile that sprung to his lips.
"Well, I think you're catching on pretty quick Pryde," Pietro said, the teasing arrogance back in his voice, as he relaxed.
"And to think I was so sure your plan would never work. Well, I guess miracles can happen," Kitty teased back smartly. But for all the lighthearted, friendly banter, a certain tension strung tightly between them. And Pietro wasn't about to head into that territory. Luckily, at that moment, the noise of mutants entering the mansion sounded downstairs, alerting Pietro to the fact that he'd better disappear fast.
"That's my exit cue. Try not to burn the place down when you make the pies, okay?" Pietro threw behind him, smirking.
Kitty scowled at him. Good, she was irritated with him, the way she should be, Pietro thought firmly. Not staring at him with that tentative smile or those laughing eyes..
"I'm not planning on burning anything, thank you very much," Kitty retorted.
"We'll see.," Pietro replied smoothly. But he paused at the doorway a second. "Oh, and Kitty?"
"Yeah?" Kitty asked swiftly.
"Call me if you need...anything."
"I will," Kitty said slowly, her voice puzzled. And with that Pietro left in a flash, not wanting to look behind him, for if he did, it would reinforce all the strange feelings he shouldn't but somehow couldn't help having.