You Can Run, But You Can't Hide
"'I go from zero to bitch in point five seconds,'" Pietro said.
Todd chuckled.
Pietro shot the amphibious mutant a diamond-sharp glare. "That's not funny, Tolensky."
"Neither was getting together with Wagner and pranking the whole mansion, Maximoff," Lance pointed out. "It took me some damn fast talking to keep Amara from frying my ass."
"Same here," Todd put in. "Rogue almost drained me – and not in a good way, neither."
"Still…" Pietro pouted down at the bright pink T-shirt in his hands. "Where do they get off implying I'm a girl?"
"You spend more time on your hair and clothes than even Kitty does," Kurt pointed out from his position swinging from the overhead light. He'd come over to the Brotherhood house to escape the girls out for his blood – and his head on a pike – back at the mansion.
"And considering how fast you can go, that's a lot of time," Lance jibed.
"Why am I the only one that was hit?" Pietro asked. "Surely the rest of you didn't get off that easy, even if you weren't involved."
Lance shrugged. "Amara gave me one that said, 'I have more rocks in my head than are in the Grand Canyon.'"
Freddie snorted. "And you didn't send a quake after her?"
"Are you nuts, man?" Lance asked disbelievingly. "She's Magma – like a little shaking would bother her. Besides, the last time I sent a quake after her, I had blue balls for a week." He shifted uncomfortably and grimaced at the memory.
"TMI, man," Todd told him, receiving a glare in return.
"What about you, Kermit?" Pietro asked peevishly.
Glaring at the nickname, Todd said simply, "Rogue and I are cool."
"Not for much longer if this keeps up," Freddie put in.
"I wonder who's going to be hit next?" Kurt asked naïvely.
"Oh, man…" Todd groaned.
Lance joined him. "You had to say it, didn't you, Fuzzy?"
"Vhat?" Kurt asked, confused.
"We're doomed," Pietro pronounced.
Freddie nodded vigorously. "Oh, yeah. You've hexed us all."
"Don't you mean jinxed?" Todd asked.
"Nope," Freddie said. "When Wanda finds out about what Pietro did…"
Pietro gulped. Hell hath no fury like Wanda Maximoff pissed off. "Mommy," he squeaked.
Even he couldn't go fast enough to outrun his sister's wrath.