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Pietro settled himself onto the observation table, blue eyes watching the other turn away for a second to wash his hands and put on gloves. Hearing the other call his face “pretty” coaxed a half-smirk from the corners of his damaged lips. To know there was at least one doctor in the city willing to help him was more than enough to keep his attention. The flirtations were a bonus.
Still, the intentions of his visit were not motivated by his desires to flirt with the doctor. The smirk on his expression faded, palms pressed against the edges of the table with a discontent sigh. His gaze shifted towards his feet, observing the tattered condition of his black trousers, riddled with tears and bloodied scrapes on his knees and ankles.
“I overheard someone calling my sister a ‘crazy mutant bitch’ on the subway,” he explained, fists tightening and relaxing as he spoke. “I got upset and well, here I am. The guy was lucky I don’t have my powers. I haven’t seen her since-”
His words fell to silence, a slight tightness in his throat restricting him from his thoughts, dare he finish it. He couldn’t. It was his fault, anyway.
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“Ahh,” he said, turning back with some disinfectant and cleaning swabs. There was nothing life threatening in the other’s condition but those cuts needed to be cleaned and patched up. “I suspect that’ll do it. You know at some point you’re going to have to learn how to control your temper. It only takes one anger person and a sharp object to end a life. Believe me, I’ve seen it before.” More than once.
“Well, you don’t have your powers. A lot of mutants don’t from what I’ve gathered.” He’d had several come and see him, confiding about it. Some were pleased with the development, others were lamenting the loss. Honestly he wasn’t even sure if his were gone, after all, his powers were reliant on another person using theirs and that rarely happened here.
“Now, this is going to sting, but since it’s mostly your own fault you’re here I’m not gonna be all that sympathetic.” he added with a slight smirk, reaching with a disinfect-soaked pad to gently clean a large cute on Pietro’s eyebrow.
“Are you speaking with your sister again yet?” From the little he knew they’d had some kind of fight but Pietro loved her dearly.













