Two Weeks Later
Pietro and Paige had become a couple. They no longer fought and Pietro now found Paige pleasant to be with.
Now only Evan was the problem.
Today, Pietro was teaching him hand-to-hand combat.
"Punch harder!" ordered Pietro. "Defence! Dodge! Kick! Kick! Move! Dammit!"
Evan fall back and landed on his ass.
"Ow!"
"Pathetic!" snarled Pietro. "That was pathetic! You'll never be an X-Man at this rate!"
"Shut up!" yelled Evan. "All you do is yell at me!"
"Of course I yell at you! You make me want to scream my friggin' head off! You're a terrible student!"
"No! You're just a terrible teacher!"
"You have no proof! You're the first person I ever trained! But I have proof you're a terrible student! Everyone who tried to train you gave up on you! Even Sam! Even he couldn't put up with you!"
"(Beep) you, man! I don't need your crap!"
"And I don't need to put up with you! I'm done trying to train you! Get lost!"
"Gladly!"
Evan stormed away.
Evan was riding his skateboard in the city.
'Stupid Maximoff yelling at me and telling me I'm no good! Who does he think he is?'
Evan was deep in thought that he wasn't aware of the M.R.D. van following him.
"This kid's a mutant," said one of the goons in the van.
"Let's get him!"
They got out and surrounded Evan
"Freeze, punk!"
'Uh, ho,' thought Evan.
"Grab him!"
Evan popped some spikes out of his arm and shot them at the M.R.D. officers.
He skateboarded away.
'They won't get me! I'll get away! Then I'll join the X-Men and be an X-Man called Spyke. Then I'll rub it in Mr. Maximoff's face.'
Some kind of rope wrapped around Evan, knocking him off his board. It electrocuted him.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Evan kept screaming and struggling, trying to break free, but nothing worked. He kept at it until he passed out cold.
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