Disclaimer: I still own naught but my art. **pats Pietro's head** And Pietro's pink mittens. Btw, the state of emergency bit is from actual life. We were snowed in up here in Nova Scotia. Over a meter! Scary, and I hadta go shovel it. .
~2~ Spin around, jump around, stop, it's what we do all the time.
Todd was really beginning to hate snow. It was everywhere; you couldn't look outside without seeing a foot of snow. Or two feet. How ever many feet of snow, it was annoying to the least.
"Can I ask you what you're doing, Toddie?"
Pietro's quick voice asked, as the smallest member of the brotherhood drew images in the icy window. It was freezing inside the house, and Lance was still trying his best to get a nice fire started.
"What's it look like? Freezing my ass off, yo."
Pietro rolled his eyes, seating himself beside Todd.
"And that's fun how? I vote we do something fun and active and warm!"
Todd looked at him and snorted. This was going to be a fun day, he could tell.
" Oh, like what?"
Lance glared at the two younger teens playing leapfrog in the room behind him. As they jumped around, squealing in delight, he was stuck trying to start a fire. A doomed fire, at that.
"Pietro, piss off!" Pietro blinked up from where Lance had spun around, glaring at him.
"What? What did I do?" he asked, and Todd peered over his shoulder.
"I don't know, went by me really fast and made wind? It's already freezing in here without you doing that!" Pietro stared at him, shocked.
"I didn't do anything! I haven't moved!" All three looked around.
"The window!" Pietro quickly jumped over Todd and hooked a finger in the broken glass of the window. Of course, sticking your finger in broken glass is never a good thing. "Ouch!" Lance glanced over Pietro's shoulder.
"Oh, your talented. How did you do that?"
Pietro glared at Lance. Not only was the older teen wearing pink socks; he was arrogant today. Perfect.
"How the hell do you think, dumb ass? Ouchie. I'm bleeding."
Lance took Pietro's hand and led him into the light, examining the now bleeding digit.
"Yep. It's bleeding alright. A lot. That sure is a lot of blood…"
Pietro's eyes bulged, peering over Lance's shoulder to see exactly how much 'a lot of blood' was.
"Ahh! I'm bleeding to death! Lance, make it stop! Make it stop!" Lance rolled his eyes. Pietro, it seemed…was a pansy when it came to blood. Or, at least, his own blood.
"Pietro, you're not bleeding to death, you 'tard. Now stop squirming. You've got some glass in it, that's all. I'll just get the tweezers, pull it out, and we'll put a band aid on it. Okay?" Pietro blinked, rather cutely in Lance's opinion (not that Lance thought Pietro was cute or anything. It was just cute how he was blinking…stop staring at him like that. He doesn't like Pietro! He swears!) as Lance called for Wanda to bring down some tweezers.
" What for?" Wanda called down, peering over the side of the railing. Todd happily hopped to the rescue as Wanda dropped the tiny silver tweezers downstairs.
"Pietro stuck his hand in the window, cuddlebumps!" The teen exclaimed, bringing Lance the much needed tweezers.
" His hand?" Wanda asked, coming downstairs to witness her brother, who was wincing rather noticeably as Lance pulled tiny slivers of glass from his finger.
"His finger, actually. Nothing to big, but he's making a big deal out of it." Lance stated, as the silver haired teen bit his lip.
" Yeah, he's got a real low pain tolerance, Lance. Always has. Might be from me frying a few of his nerves as we were growing up…" Wanda tapped her chin as she thought.
"Agh! Ouch! Lance! That hurt!" Pietro cried, as Lance pulled the last piece out.
"Oh, don't be a baby. Look, all done. Want me to go with you to get a band aid, baby?"
Pietro glared at Lance. Who, in return, grinned back, flicking Pietro's nose. Pietro made a cry of discontent, and Lance pouted.
"Well, as long as I get a Harry Potter one, I'm okay."
