Chapter Seventeen
Pietro
He absolutely despised how slow the world around him was, and that no one seemed to realize just how slow they were moving. Granted, he had to keep in mind that they were the normal ones and he was the strange one, but that still didn't help. Sighing, Pietro lay back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. At least Marya and Django hadn't tried to really yell at him after his little outburst, though he wasn't so sure if that were a good thing or not. Sometimes he really wished he had normal parents who cared about stuff like that.
He groaned when he heard the phone downstairs ring. It was rare for that to happen, and when it did, it was almost never for something good. Pietro was confident that a majority of the calls to the house were for Marya or Django because he'd gotten into some sort of trouble or another at school, usually involving the stupid Daniels kid. "Three, two, one," Pietro muttered under his breath.
"Pietro," Django called up to his adoptive son. "Can you come down here, please?"
"Yeah, whatever," Pietro sighed and sat up. He wondered what he could have done, though. As much as he had wanted to punch Daniels in the face after the results from try-outs, he'd restrained himself. And he'd gone to all of his classes that day. Granted he smarted off to one of his teachers, but they didn't call home for that. "What's up?" he stood in the doorway of the dining room.
Marya and Django sat there, the former looking as though she'd seen a ghost. "Your father called," Django said in a deadly calm voice, though the word 'father' sounded more like a swear word than a good thing. Pietro frowned at that and went tense.
"What did he want?" the teen asked carefully. Magneto never called or bothered to visit, at least not since the whole Wanda incident. Pietro thought it for the best. If he saw the man, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't try to murder him then and there.
"He wants to come by for dinner tonight," Django sighed deeply.
Pietro shook his head furiously. "You told him no, right?" He couldn't imagine they'd let him back in the house, especially not after what had happened. "Please tell me you told him no."
"You know him well enough to know that he'd come by anyway," Marya shook her head. Pietro scoffed at that. Like she'd tell him now. After all, she'd been the one that wanted Wanda gone from the start. She was probably grateful that Magneto took away, probably wanted to thank him for the kind gesture.
"None of us are happy about it," Django said. "But we're all going to have to suck it up and be on our best behavior."
"Yeah, like he deserves that," Pietro's voice rose. He tried to think rationally, but nothing was working. Maybe, if he were lucky, he'd be able to run out of the house and stay far, far away until Magneto was gone. But he knew that was a stupid idea. Magneto would just keep showing up until he got what he wanted. He always did.
"It's not about what's deserved or not," Django sighed again. "He will be a guest in this house, and we will treat him like a guest in this house."
"Yeah, a guest that tends to make people disappear," Pietro snapped. It was a low blow, and he knew it, but he didn't care, not in that moment at least.
"Watch it, Pietro," Marya warned.
"Why should I?" Pietro demanded. "Every time he's around, something bad happens," he turned to Django. "And you helped," then to Marya, "And you wanted her gone in the first place."
"Room, now," Django sighed. It was as though no matter how many times he tried to tell Pietro he'd had nothing to do with Wanda disappearing, had even tried to get her back, he wouldn't listen to reason.
"Like I wanted to stay down here with you anyway," Pietro glared at them before running up to his room. He shut the door behind him and glanced around, thinking it would be so, so easy to run away and never come back.