Pietro was throwing target disks and Evan had to try and hit them with his spikes.
"Come on!" shouted Pietro. "You only hit three!"
"You're throwing them too fast!"
"Am not! It I was, then you wouldn't have even hit one!"
Evan kept trying to hit the targets, but could spike one.
"Session's over," said Pietro, annoyed. "Get out of here."
Evan went inside.
Pietro wiped his face with a towel. Then he folded it up and covered his face with it and screamed, hoping the towel was muffling the scream.
He heard someone laughing. Pietro turned around to see Jean-Paul laughing his ass off.
"What the (beep) do you want, Beaubier?" snapped Pietro.
"Language, Maximoff," said Jean-Paul with a smirk. "Someone's in a bad mood."
"You think? That kid's driving me crazy!"
"Be patient. He'll get better."
"Oh yes! And by the time he does, I'll be one big bloody mess!"
Pietro stormed into the house.
Pietro was resting on the couch. He felt someone slap him in the face with a pillow.
"The hell?"
"Hi," said Evan.
Pietro glared at him.
"What do you want?"
"Drive me to the mall.
"What am I? Your chauffeur? Ask someone else."
"Everyone else is busy. All you're doing is sleeping on the couch."
"I'm sleeping because you wore me out."
"Please, Mr. Maximoff. If you do this, I won't ever ask you to take me again."
"Why do you want to go?"
"I wanna get out of the house. I'm tired of sitting around here. And I can't go by myself because the M.R.D. could get me. So please."
Pietro thought about it. He could get out of the house for awhile.
"Fine."
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