Disclaimer: Still don't own X-men or the characters.
Pietro didn't dare let go of Tabitha's hand as they walked up the stairs. She pushed open one of the doors. Pietro's door.
"Is that why you thought it was me, Tabby? Because he hurt you in my room?"
"That's part of the reason. He blindfolded me, Pietro. His voice, it sounded like yours. When I came to, I had a strand of white hair right here." Tabitha paused to point to a spot right between her breasts. Pietro's eyes narrowed as he immeditally shook every inappropriate thought from his head.
"White hair, white hair, white hair, whitehair," he kept repeating pacing quickly back and forth in the doorway. "It could have been transfer? I mean, this is my room." Tabitha nodded.
"Yeah, that makes sense, now that I think about it, but I couldn't then." Her eyes started to swell with tears. Pietro frowned and zoomed over to her, wrapping his arms around her.
"It's okay, you're safe now, you're safe."
"What if it wasn't transfer. What if he had white hair, like yours," Tabitha looked up into Pietro's eyes. "What if, what if.." she stuttered. Pietro felt his heart stop.
"What if what, Tabitha?" He didn't want her to finish that sentence, but he had a feeling he had suddenly become a telepath, only able to read Tabitha's thoughts, and only in that one moment.
"What if it was your father." Tabitha buried her face into Pietro's shirt, her entire body shaking almost violently.