Pietro walked into the house, a scowl on his face. Dry blood was on his clothes.
"So, how was training?" asked Sam.
"Terrible," grumbled Pietro. "He stabbed me ten time today."
"Ouch."
"And he doesn't listen or takes things seriously."
"He's just a kid."
"When I was his age, I was going on missions! If I didn't take it seriously, I could've been killed!"
"Well, that's you. Evan isn't going on missions anytime soon."
"He wants to. Says he wants to be an X-Man."
Pietro said the word "X-Man" with distaste.
"You really hate the X-Men, don't you?" said Sam.
"You have no idea," muttered Pietro.
He flopped onto the couch.
"I've been meaning to ask," said Sam. "Have you found a job yet?"
"No. No one hires mutants."
"Yeah. Tough getting a job when you're a mutant."
"I'm starting to think I should just go to Genosha and put up with my little sister. She's better then Spyke-Boy and your sister."
"You're father is king of Genosha, right?"
"Not anymore. My twin sister is queen now."
Pietro closed his eyes.
'Wanda. I miss you, sis.'
"I heard your dad kicked you out of Genosha," said Sam. "Why?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," said Pietro.
'Why did you leave me, Father? Where are you now?'
He got off the couch and headed toward his room.
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