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Au version of Pietro Maximoff from Earth-TRN1446 the universe that Wanda Maximoff from Marvel Rivals. Writer and Character are 25 +
Pietro would nod along to the others words. " It isn't my universe either. Mines probably long dead. " Theyd have to twist his arm to get an elaboration on that. " But a thousand year difference huh? That's crazy. Time is so weird... Likeβ you could have seen a Dodo Bird. "
"It was... a little over a thousand years ago?" They paused. Turning to look at him, their tone insinuating amusement. "A bit of both. My boss has helped me live this long. And I found a sparkling gateway to this world! Naturally one must investigate."
" Heian period? I'm not familiar... " That only made sense, he wasn't interested in history normally. "... Have you just lived this long or are you from another universe too? "
"Possibly. I was born in the Heian period in Japan. I was quite renowned back in the day, too!" This is fine. Even if he's not cheered up, this might be helping ease his mind a little.
" Heh... Yeah. Its not half bad. " While his tone was that usually cocky, filled with confidence tone. His face didn't shift to the usual grin. Hell he didn't even look up. " Hey, I recall ya saying something about horses, and shit. Does that mean your like old old? "
And they will not pry. But they will listen if he decides to talk. Until then... "This is a good spot. The view of the sky is nice from here."
Its both. Exhausted from running for so long... troubled about the universe he came from. But he wouldn't say anything about it. Just taking the silence and the company.
He looks troubled. Or tired. They're tossing their haori over him and sitting next to him. No words, just a presence.
He... hates when he is left alone with his thoughts.
" Hold on. " With a blink he was gone, but before the next blink he had arrived with two cups of coffee. Grabbing her a toffy latte figuring that's a decent starting point. " Here ya go. "
βWhat dβye mean βstyleβ?β βItβs boiled water and a teaspoon of stuff out a jar.β
" Tsk... Yeah? Isn't that half the problem? Can Sage get into the shops security cameras?! " Pietro, very against working with others... but equally as annoyed that Scott wanted to for some reason. Normally he'd have already bolted off with an eye roll by now.
"She said she found this out from people posting cellphone images and video. None of them showed an arrival. I asked her to get Forge and Greycrow on it." A short pause. "But calling SWORD still seems wise." ~
" Protestor. I slowed down, otherwise there'd be sirens. " No remorse in his voice, even if it wouldnt have been expected. " Does Sage know if they teleported in or came from somewhere? A bit of direction would help. "
"Who took the punch?" Scott asked, eyebrows rising above the visor. He didn't care if Pietro was or wasn't a mutant. He and Wanda were in his mind, their family. Estranged. And both were controversial... But family. If the island still were around, he'd have taken him there immediately.
That was... an oddly striking statement. Pietro took on a serious look, this... might not be his Joseph but those actionsβ they were oddly close to the events of his world. " Fuck. Alright, stop being freaky already. " Waving his hand dismissively.
"I'm from an Earth where Erik was dead, and I died... Sort of. When I reformed I fell to earth but it was a different one. Erik was alive. There were many differences." "This feels like that, but... I think I am anchored here. I think thisisthesameworld..." ~
Pietro, to his shame, had found out many years ago in his universe he was not a mutant. And Krakoa hadn't had time to fully bloom either... so he didnt know it. " On it. " He was gone in a blur, faster than usual too... the air took up the place he was standing at late with a POP.
"I'm not sure. I don't hear anymore people screaming." A finger moved to an earpiece, and he spoke something in a distinct language Pietro may or may not know - the Language of Krakoa itself. A reply came not long after. "Sage says there are no other reports." ~
" Thatβ I don't know. I'm not the Pietro from this world... Do you remember Erik being alive? " Now his Joseph had disappeared years ago... not that he ever cared. But now he HAD to know. " Vision and Wanda on the rocksβ Any of that sound familiar? "
"I think I was dead again. Or dispersed into the magnetic sphere. One minute I was..." A plain white gold band wrapped around his finger. He paused. "Things have changed. Are you the Pietro I know? Which Earth am I on?"
" I wouldn't say you're my last. " Fair, but he also didn't have a whole lot positive to say either. " So... just existing now? "
"Not my first choice of people I'd want to see either." The man leaned back, eyes watching Pietro even if he moved with super speed.
" Noβ I don't need a therapist. "
While he spoke, Pietro's face had hardened... something about speaking about his sister brought out his father in his features. " ... Okay, that's a relief. " As much as he barely saw the Vision in his world as human, he was happy she was with him. " Anyways... Is this all of em? "
"When I last spoke to her, she was heading towards San Francisco. Said she had a store out that way. She seemed... Happy. She and Vision seemed to be reconnecting."
Pietro moved his ususl speed, appearing by the other to get a closer look. " I wouldnt rule out the High Evolutionary. Butβ yeah... I like to steer clear of bootlickers. Ohβ Do you have any idea where Wanda is? " A question he'd been asking everyone lately.
"Yeah, a Symbiote..." These weren't those... Not exactly. A Klyntar would live longer. Make their host more durable. "Brands alright as an Ally. She did well by us on the Island... But she's the same sort of hard ass I can be. But as you said. A boot licker."
" You mean the symbiote? " In his universe he knew of the Venom, but he wouldn't describe it as a person. " Noted: I won't but Sinister and I will bug Hank. " Conversations that didnt give him something he wanted where useless anyway. " Blegh.. This Brand bootlicker seems annoying. "
"Sinister is public enemy number one since Krakoa, and Hank is... I keep Hank around to keep an eye on him. He's been leaning towards the 'mad' end of science lately." Taking a chunk of rebar, he nudged an alien and the black goo bubbled back, as if reaching for Scott with its dying breath. ~
" Why? You've got Blue. " While Pietro had respect for the mutants, even Hank, he still was an asshole. " Yikes... Ergh... I can think of a couple. Is Ol' Sinister friendly in this dimension? "
He walked past the speedster, raising a hand as a mild greeting and kneeling by one of the odd creatures. Odd goo pouring from their bodies, revealing beneath Badoons but with clear and horrific body modifications. Practically mutilated. "Hmm. I should call SWORD..."
Pietro nearby, not due to wanting to help, an entire coincidence. Pretzel going slowly into his mouth, before clapping.
Running a solo op, fighting some weird extraterrestrial monsters in Manhattan. Just another lousy Tuesday.
Apparently someone got on Pietro's badside today.... People tend to forget, speed is weight. Its okay, it was just a compact Sentinal.
" . . . Well, I don't have to come, I'm not an X-Men this week. "
"To me, my X-Men!"
Oh yeah. Making near all powerful kids. Well one of them.
Those actually sound right, but yeah. Sisters though, amirite?
" You know, to this day. I never understood the skulls. They're like baby skulls... " Pietro focused on all of the wrong things.
Moody, stressed. Well, for most that's just her usual.
Ahβ Right I guess my sister in this universe probably had kids too. Tommy and Billy right?
We should be buddies anyway- being two super-powered uncles & all.
That's fair. I genuinely can't be upset at that.
Iβd actually be insulted - if it came from anyone else. you swap teams like theyβre underwear, man!