this was a terrible idea;
This was a horrible idea. An absolutely, completely, utterly horrible idea and if he ever listened to Kitty Pryde—albeit, his Kitty Pryde, ever again it would be an absolute miracle. He never expected to be seated in such a predicament, his misses to his left, his… not missus directly across and the blonde sister of the man who once tried to murder him in a jealous, cold rage in a diagonal. Two Kitty’s. One Illyana. One terrified Pete Wisdom who frankly couldn't wait to inhale ten plates of spaghetti if it meant he could avoid speaking for the rest of his life. Truthfully, it wasn’t something he could understand nor could he try, something in regards to portals and magik and alternate universes that had overlapped and that was all he needed given his line of work, trying to keep his position as close to his lover as possible
“…So. Right good place to eat.”
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