Chapter 3: Pietro's antics

"Hello there." a woman walked into the room Pietro was seated in, grinning warmly.

"Hey." he perked up, noticing that his therapist was a young, decent-looking female.

"Why don't you tell me what could be bothering you." she smiled.

"I'm too perfect for petty issues like my comrades!" Pietro sniffed.

"Right. I'm proffesionally Ms. Asmonds, but you can call me Michelle." she raised an eyebrow, sitting next to him on a couch instead of her desk.

"So, Michelle, what are you doing tonight?" Pietor grinned.

"I'm engaged." she explained.

"But not married!" Pietro smirked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. She sighed.

"Mr. Maximoff, I take my job very seriously. I don't want to date a client." Michelle explained.

"Please, call me Pietro. And, if you really take your job seriously, shouldn't I be more than just your client?" Pietro mocked being hurt.

"Yes, M-Pietro. But, I still won't date you." she muttered quietly.

"I thought you were here to nurture my very unique needs." Pietro sighed.

"I am. But, I am also engaged. NO!" she glared.

"How can you resist me? I so hot! Even that X-geek Jean Grey wants me! She'll just never admit it." Pietro shook his head diaspprovingly.

"I beg to differ, Mr. Maximoff." Michelle said stiffly.

"About what? Jean wanting me or me being hot?" Pietro cocked his head, blinking.

"Both. You obviously have some ego issues. That being a huge understatement." Michelle groaned.

"Nonsense! You, my friend, have some very serious PMS." Pietro sighed.

"Excuse me?" She asked, voice dangerously low.

"Pietro Maximoff Syndrome. Most people believe it involves an enlarged ego, extra time in front of the mirror, etc. But, it honestly just means you're head over heels for me..." Pietro shook his head tauntingly.

"Listen closely; I am enaged. As in, spoken for, married in a month. I never will, and never want to, date you." she explained through gritted teeth.

"WHY CRUEL WORLD? WHY DO YOU TAUNT ME?" Pietro cried out, burying his face in his hands.

"I am hardly amused." Michelle deadpanned.

"Hardly means a little!" Pietro sang out, huggin her tightly. She tried to push him off and he gripped harder, resulting in the toppling to the floor.

"Ugh." she grunted, trying to move from beneath him.

"Now, Michelle! I thought therapists weren't allowed to have anything more to do with the client than be there to help! Guess you can't resist me!" Pietro laughed. The door opened.

"MS. ASMONDS! You know the rules!" her surpervisor gasped, staring at the sight before him.

"Get this idiot off me!" Michelle yelled angrily.

"SHE CALLED ME AN IDIOT! SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING ME WITH MY ISSUES!" Pietro wailed.

"Ms. Asmonds, you are not living up to your reputation!" her supervisor scolded.

"YOU TRY WORKING WITH A EGOISTIC, OVERCONFIDENZT, PERVERTED MANIAC!" Michelle yelled angrily.

"Wow. Got me right right on the bat. It usually takes people at least a few hours to get that." Pietro blinked, as the supervisor left.

"Get off!" she shoved him off of her, and sat at her desk. He sat on the couch.

"OH! Is that coffee?" he took a mug of coffee off her desk and downed it. She blinked.

Fifteen minutes later, the office was in utter chaos.

"UGH!" Michelle screamed when Pietro sprayed her with the fire extinguisher. Framed diplomas on the wall were covered with spray.

"Are these important?" Pietro asked, holding up some envelopes. As she answered, he ripped them into confeteit.

"Those were VERY important! One was a paycheck. The rest were my bills!" she groaned.

"Oh. Boring stuff." Pietro tossed the papers over one shoulder. He picked up the coffee pot, which had been next to the empty cup. Michelle glared.

"Put down the coffee, or I will hurt you." she said softly.

"VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE!" Pietro jumped up and down and pointed.

"STOP IT!" she glared. Pietro grinned and lifted up the coffee pot.

"Y'know, therapy is tons more fun than I thought..." he grinned. Then poured the coffee onto her desk.

"I QUIT! I QUIT MY JOB! I AM JOINING THE FRIENDS OF HUMANITY! NOW I KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN BY MENACE!" she screamed, storming out of her office. Todd waved at her as she passed.

"What's with her?" he grumbled as she shoved him down. Pietro walked out of the room, whistling. "Oh."

Lance looked at Michelle storming out, screaming about idiotic and insane mutants. He looked at Pietro, whom was speeding around the room. Wordlessly, he left to his session.

Sorry! This broke the at least once a week update rule! But, I was outta town twice, and I rewrote part of it. So, my sincerest apologies, and I will not let this story die out. I hope. I still have plenty of inspiration, even for the Acolytes!

Review replies!

heartyshawk:I know, took forever! I kept leaving town, had visitors, my friend needs me at the moment... Anyway, thanks for reviewing me! Next chapter will come a lot sooner!

EE's Skysong: I know, I know. Thank Red Witch for the mutant giraffe. Anyway, thanks for the review. Update X-band soon!

Cat2fat900: Heh... My mom's a therapist. I CAN'T need therapy. Anyway, thanks for reviewing!

persian85033: Nah, Mystique? I plan on a revenge fice sometimes later... like, maybe the fourth story. Or, if Red Witch allows my access to the Misfits, fifth.

digidestined02: I know. I wish Rogue woulda stayed with 'em. Anyway, thanks for the review...

silenttiger43: Really? I like this one better. I may redo the X-Men after I finish writing all these. Thanks for the review!

Thank you all for reviewing! Next update will hopefully come sooner. Sadly(for you), my cousin is coming over tomorrow. As in Sunday, for those of you reading this later. She'll be here for a week, so I may not update for a week. My early apologies!

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