A game you just can't win
If there's a way, I'll find it someday
And then this fool will rush in
"I-I can't believe you did this." Betsy whispered, voice filled with pain. Pietro stared back at her, trying to be stiff.
"I had no choice. He's my father."
"And what am I? An X-Man? Is that all I am now? A little pawn in your father's game? And what about the Brotherhood? What about them, Pietro? They were your best friends." She was sobbing now, her bionic eyes dry.
"Betsy- I-I had too. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please-" he reached for her, but she pulled back, angry.
"No, Pietro, no more. It's over."
"O-Over?" He squeaked. He cleared his throat, tears stinging the back of his own eyes. Betsy looked at him, lush lips parted, cheeks aflame with hurt. "But Betsy- I- I love you."
For a second, she faltered. Just for a second. "Pietro, you're a punk from hell, but you are a horrible liar." She said coldly, lips trembling. "You don't love me, and I certainly never took you seriously."
"Wh-what?" Surely she had to be lying.
"Go back to your father," her voice was dripping with bitterness. "I'm sure he will show you all the love that I never did. And I am sure he will be all the family that the Brotherhood never was. Now get out."
"But, baby-"
"OUT!" She grabbed him telekinetically and threw him out the institute's door.