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"I may brood about many things, Ms. Grey...But I assure you, my father's richly deserved fate is not one of them. I was debating the merits of visiting my wife and child before I returned to X-Factor...and making one last effort to save my marriage."

– Quicksilver, Blood Ties, part I of V, Avengers/X-Men crossover.

Chapter Seven- Too Many Women, So Little Time

Pietro ushered Trisha to the front door hurriedly. She seemed to be stalling on leaving, and Pietro did not like that. His patience was growing short.

Trisha stood on the porch, batting her eyelashes at him. "You were great..." she purred, giving him a wink, and tracing his jaw with her index finger. He smirked arrogantly at her (like he hadn't known that already). It was rather forced, because she was really starting to get on his nerves and he had to get ready for his ski trip with Crystal later.

"Yeah. Youtoobye," he said hurriedly and gave her a small shove out the door. She blew him a kiss and practically skipped to her Buick. He slammed the door shut and let out a breath he had been holding.

Distantly, her heard his cell phone ring and he zipped off to get it from his nightstand. On the screen it said, Mary Gallagher. He sighed.

"Hello, Mary."

"Hi!" she giggled, "How did you know it was me?"

"I'm psychic," he drawled with a bit of sarcasm. She didn't seem to notice. She giggled instead. Why were women so gosh-darn giggly?

"So, are ya busy today?" she asked excitedly, and Pietro could hear her chomping on her gum through the phone.

"Actually, yeah, I am," Pietro answered; relieved he already had a date that day. He couldn't take any of these women anymore! Granted, he loved the attention and all but seriously, it was getting to be too much. Why did they seem to get more stupid every time he picked them?

She sounded disappointed. In fact, she sounded like she was going to cry, "Oh. Oh, okay then. I'll see you." She hung up the phone. Pietro let out a sigh of relief. His eyes glanced at the digital clock and it said he had about an hour to get ready and go to the nearest ski resort, where Crystal would be waiting for him.

He was about to start walking to get in the shower when he stopped, and laughed. He didn't need an hour! It would take him less than a minute to shower, dress, shave, etc.

He sighed. Too many women, so little time. Well, they had too little time; he didn't. It'd be great if he could fit fifty dates in on one day, but they would have to be cool with having a two-minute date.

He sped over to the armchair and stole the remote right out of Fred's hand. Fred looked dumbfounded and confused for a whole minute before he realized what happened. He turned his head sharply over to Pietro, and glared at him.

"I was using that!" he said. Pietro ignored him and continued flipping through the channels at abnormal speed. Freddy glanced at the television and couldn't even register a picture.

"Could you slow down? I can't see anything!" he complained. Pietro fixed an annoyed look on his face and slowed down. To Fred, there wasn't even a difference, but he didn't say anything more about it.

"Like, Lance that's so sweet!" A familiar female voice said near the entrance of the house. Fred and Pietro scowled, although Pietro didn't take his eyes away from the television.

Lance stepped into the living room and started threatening them, "Kitty's here, so don't do anything rude or obnoxious in front of her. We just made up, I don't want to ruin it."

Kitty then entered and gave them a reluctant greeting, "Hey."

Fred muttered 'hi' back and Pietro made a quiet noise in the back of his throat, his concentration still set on the TV.

"Kitty, sorry they're here, but Pietro's going on a date in an hour and Fred's going to his room," Lance gave Fred a very pointed glare, "So we'll have this room to ourselves to watch the movie."

Kitty shrugged. "Okay."

"Argh!" Pietro screamed in frustration and threw the remote across the room. "There's nothing on!" He jumped to his feet and zoomed out of the room.

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Meanwhile, getting ready for a certain skiing trip...

Crystal brushed her hair out. It fell about her shoulders like a blonde curtain and down to about the middle of her back. She had her makeup on, and she wore a nice, soft, fuzzy kind of sweater that was a light blue, and underneath it was a white turtleneck and she was also wearing form-fitting dark blue jeans. Examining herself in the mirror, Crystal was satisfied.

She started humming to herself happily as she exited her apartment, and walked through the building and out the front door and to her very shiny and expensive Grand Prix.

It took about an hour to drive there but she knew she was on time and that's what mattered to her. Being on time.

She entered the little lodge and noticed that it didn't have too many people in it, which was a good thing, because she never really like crowded areas. They made her nervous.

He was already there, sitting on the sofa, with his leg crossed over the other like men usually have them. He was sipping a mug of hot chocolate, his fingers tapping on the side of the glass every once in awhile and he was seemingly flirting with one of the women that worked there.

It was very, very ironic that he had arrived first because, well, first of all, he started getting ready exactly five minutes before and second of all, Crystal had been primping herself up for the past two hours. Then again, maybe it wasn't so ironic because he was the fastest living thing in the WHOLE wide world.

Crystal felt nervous butterflies in her stomach and she took a hesitant step towards him. Then another. With more courage now, she started walking to him, albeit rather slowly. His eyes flickered from the other woman to her, and he smirked, getting up from his seat and walked (if you can call THAT walking) right up to her. She halted rather abruptly and with surprise.

"Hello, Crystal," he greeted her, giving her his smirk. She liked it better when he smiled.

"Hello," she said slowly, and a very, very, very, brief look of impatience and irritation shown on his handsome features.

"You want hot chocolate or would you rather ski first?" he asked her, showing her his mug of hot chocolate to emphasize.

"I-I think we should ski first," she answered, her eyes glancing briefly at the woman that he had been seemingly flirting with; and who was also giving Crystal the 'evil' eye.

'Too bad, I had him first,' Crystal caught herself thinking, blushing slightly.

Pietro had noticed where her eyes had strayed but he said nothing about it, his brain reacting faster than his mouth for once. Instead, he gave her a half-smirk half-smile and nodded, "Okay, come on then," he said and gulped the rest of his hot drink down and setting it on a table that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Grabbing Crystal's arm with his hand, he led her out of the lodge and out to the ski place where they transport people to the top of the hill or mountain thing where they would begin skiing.

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Since the author is lazy and doesn't feel like writing the whole part where they were skiing, she is just going to skip to the part where they are back in the lodge, drinking hot, hot cocoa, and having a grand old time.

So anyways, they're back in the lodge, drinking hot cocoa, and having a grand old time. That was until-

"Oh, my GAWD! Pietro darling!"

That.

Pietro choked slightly on his drink, and looked around the lodge in alarm, eyes widened slightly. Crystal looked around too; curious as to who DARED disturbed their grand old time.

A short, but very pretty and very seemingly plastic woman came trotting up to Pietro, practically jumping into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, and cooing to him. Scratch that; that is exactly what she did.

"Uh, uh," Pietro stuttered in panic, feeling his face growing hot.

"You said you weren't doing anything today! Oh! Isn't this GREAT that we both happened to be here? Isn't it GREAT?" she said bubbly (?) and nuzzled her nose against his, ala Eskimo kiss.

Pietro drew his head back, still stuttering incoherent gibberish. The woman who had pounced on him was in fact, Mary Gallagher. A short, bubbly, boisterous, petite brunette who was practically in LOVE with the speed demon. She started giving him big, wet, kisses all over the poor soul's face. Vainly, he tried to push her away, but she held on tight. Crystal had been watching the whole thing with a cool stare, absolutely pissed off; at the speedster and at the woman who insisted on ruining their date (which HAD been going quite well).

She stood up and started putting on her coat and stuff to leave, heading for the door. Pietro finally managed to push the obsessive woman off of his lap, and he followed her.

"Crystal, wait!" he called. She kept walking.

"Crystal!" he practically whined, grabbing her arm. She shook it off.

"Obviously, you have a few others to keep you...entertained instead of me," she snarled over her shoulder, leaving him standing there alone in the ski lodge.

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Hey y'all! What? What was that? Who won 11 Academy Awards? LORD OF THE RINGS, BABY! Yeah! Eat THAT!!!

*Ahem* I...apologize for my sudden outburst. Will not happen again.

Oh, and a couple of chapters ago, I spelt Grand Pre wrong. It's spelt Grand Prix. How *silly* of me!

Caliente- Yes, meeting the BH is an experience indeed. I feel sorry for her. Actually, I feel sorry for whomever Lance is dating (Kitty) because he's the most sane and least crazy out of the bunch. Pietro, I think, is the looniest. An Inhuman is...something. Nobody knows. Not even the creators. Well, yeah they probably know but oh well. But anyways, yeah, I think they're some sort of alien. I haven't read that many comics to know. Yes...it is love. Thanks for your review! Hope you liked this chapter!

InsaneBunneh- You know what would be a GREAT birthday present? Floppy disks. Yep. Floppy disks. Also, part II, III, IV, and V of 'Bloodties'. The 2nd is in Uncanny X-men, the next in Avengers, and so forth. Not like you would get me that anyways... Thanks for your review.

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