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“ In my defense, I think it looks good, “ Pietro commented cooly, peering over the boy’s shoulder in the mirror. He reaches up, ruffling the bright red locks a bit, a grin creeping onto his face.
“ It kinda fits that whole emo vibe you’re going for, doesn’t it? “
@thefoolreversed — continued from (x)
“ Okay, first of all don’t call yourself Daddy — “ he started, only to freeze up when Wade tried to pull him down the tunnel.
“ Wade, do NOT — “ Peter practically squeaked out, two lines of web almost immediately shooting out to anchor onto either side of the entrance, keeping the boy firmly in place. “ Second of all, don’t do that! You don’t know whats in there! And I’m not going in! “
@thefoolreversed — continued from (x)
“ Sh — Shoot. Shoot, sorry Mister Stark — “ Peter stumbled, huffing lightly. “ In my defense, why would I even expect this to be anything more than just an old abandoned house? I mean, come on, it looks totally innocent from the outside! I could grow up and raise a happy family in this house! How was I supposed to expect the rumors about demons to be true?! They’re not even supposed to be real! “
@thefoolreversed — continued from (x)
This... This isn’t Pietro. There’s nothing in his expression, his eyes are blank. Like the soul had just been sucked out of him, replaced with something mechanical. Something with a purpose.
That name though. His name. The feeling of the familiar lips pressed against the speedster’s.. There was a spark. A faint spark in his eyes, barely noticeable, and likely, the boy didn’t even see it before he was being shoved to the ground again.
Dangerous. The boy in the grass was dangerous. He needed to be taken care of.
A kick is aimed at the blond’s side, and clearly Pietro isn’t holding back. He’s hit in the side with all of the force it takes to propel a man to the speed of sound. And again. And again.
No, this wasn’t Pietro. This.. Whatever this was. It was there with purpose.
