Yana and Pyro - Halloween Street Party
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ax_mainYana and Pyro run into each other. It goes as badly as you might expect.
Whoever had done that trick with the fireworks had to be a pretty powerful mutant, and Pyro was all about meeting powerful mutants. They needed all the help they could get! And he was hearing stuff about how the fireworks ended up raining candy down on people, which was even better.
He was more about booze than candy tonight, but that was kind of his life these days, wasn't it.
So here he was, dressed in a pair of firefighter's pants, suspenders, and a FDNY t-shirt, loosely heading towards the area where the fireworks had been launched from. He was mostly walking in a straight line, but regularly getting delayed by the offer of alcohol, conversation, or a bonfire along the way. He was at the level of buzzed that made it difficult to stay on task.
Well, things could have gone worse, Illyana reflected as she tried, once again, to get a beer from the street vendor. Lance hadn't kicked her out of the country, and she'd gotten a hug from Pietro, who as she'd half expected had been drawn to the show (and candy) like a moth to a flame. Genosha wasn't so bad. She just needed to catch up with Felix and Dorian, and it'd be all good. As soon as she got her beer, anyway.
Pyro also happened to be the level of buzzed that required another drink, and he headed for the street vendor when he spotted the little cart. Perfect. And there was someone who looked like a cute girl - from behind, anyway - ahead of him, which was even better. What if her hair made him think of Mage. It wouldn't be the first time he got with somebody but thought of her. If this one even wanted to give him the time of day, and he walked up to her, a smirk ready on his lips.
But whatever he'd been about to say died on his lips as he finally saw her face. No shit her hair reminded him of Mage. It fucking was Mage, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. When he did, his anger flared, as did the bonfire down the street. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
She heard his voice before she saw him, and her breath caught as she turned to see Pyro. Who, admittedly, was the Brotherhood member she'd both most and least wanted to run into. Her smile faded as she caught sight of his expression, and she fought to keep her own under control, though she had the feeling her eyes were saying far too much. Pissed as he sounded, though, he maybe wouldn't notice anyway.
"Wow, " she said sarcastically once she finally managed to speak. "Most people lead off with hi or it's been a while. Nice to see you. Something. I'm getting a beer. Want one?" See, she could do casual. Really.
"Hi, it's been a while, since you walked out on all of us without a fucking word," Pyro retorted. As long as his anger flared, he wouldn't feel the hurt as badly. He'd developed an impressive amount of techniques not to feel the hurt as acutely, and while anger wasn't the best, it was still tried and true, and it was the only one at hand right then. That, and more alcohol. He'd get to that in a minute.
"Or, y'know, I could say it's been a while since you took off on me in Limbo to sulk and never once thought to check that I got out okay, because you were too busy taking over a fucking country to care," Illyana pointed out. Because okay, he wasn't wrong. But she wasn't either.
"Seriously?" Pyro asked with raised eyebrows. "That fucking country kidnapped you and nearly fried your brain or whatever! And you'd made it pretty fucking clear me giving a shit about you wasn't welcome anyway."
"Um, guys," the street vendor tried to cut in.
"What?" Pyro snapped at them.
"Just - you're kinda scaring away customers there."
"Whatever," Illyana snapped at the vendor before turning back to Pyro. "I did that how, exactly? Because remember, I was drugged, nearly brain fried, and got to watch myself kill my best friend. Again. And then lost three days trying to get back. The details are a little fuzzy."
"Isn't that fucking convenient," Pyro shot back, and grabbed her elbow to pull her away from the vendor. "Maybe you shouldn't have sent me back without a word."
"Maybe you shouldn't have run off in the first place." She jerked her arm out of his grip but followed along anyway.
Pyro had no idea what one thing had to do with the other, and instead of replying with another set of 'Maybe you shouldn't have', he took a deep breath. "So, what. You decided we weren't good enough for you, but our street parties were? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Celebrating Halloween." She crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "We were invited. Your boss didn't send an invite to everyone but me. Besides, I kinda wanted to see everyone."
"Do you even give a shit?" Pyro blurted out. It had been months, and she could've shown up hundreds of times over, and not in the middle of a city wide party making it unlikely she'd run into anyone, never mind everyone. But part of him was really asking, did she even give a shit about him. Had she ever given a shit about him. The pain was plain to see in his eyes for a moment, but it passed before she could answer, his expression shutting down. "Whatever. I am done."
And he turned to head back to the vendor, pulling a couple of local bills out of his pocket to get the strongest thing they had.
That look. It hurt, somewhere down in the pit of her stomach. In her chest. And it only hurt more when he turned away before she could answer, apparently without seeing the answer in her eyes, though she would have thought he couldn't have missed it. Maybe he had, and just didn't care. "Yeah. I do," she answered anyway, quietly, blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes before turning and heading off into the crowd. Because whether she should or not? She still did.
Whoever had done that trick with the fireworks had to be a pretty powerful mutant, and Pyro was all about meeting powerful mutants. They needed all the help they could get! And he was hearing stuff about how the fireworks ended up raining candy down on people, which was even better.
He was more about booze than candy tonight, but that was kind of his life these days, wasn't it.
So here he was, dressed in a pair of firefighter's pants, suspenders, and a FDNY t-shirt, loosely heading towards the area where the fireworks had been launched from. He was mostly walking in a straight line, but regularly getting delayed by the offer of alcohol, conversation, or a bonfire along the way. He was at the level of buzzed that made it difficult to stay on task.
Well, things could have gone worse, Illyana reflected as she tried, once again, to get a beer from the street vendor. Lance hadn't kicked her out of the country, and she'd gotten a hug from Pietro, who as she'd half expected had been drawn to the show (and candy) like a moth to a flame. Genosha wasn't so bad. She just needed to catch up with Felix and Dorian, and it'd be all good. As soon as she got her beer, anyway.
Pyro also happened to be the level of buzzed that required another drink, and he headed for the street vendor when he spotted the little cart. Perfect. And there was someone who looked like a cute girl - from behind, anyway - ahead of him, which was even better. What if her hair made him think of Mage. It wouldn't be the first time he got with somebody but thought of her. If this one even wanted to give him the time of day, and he walked up to her, a smirk ready on his lips.
But whatever he'd been about to say died on his lips as he finally saw her face. No shit her hair reminded him of Mage. It fucking was Mage, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. When he did, his anger flared, as did the bonfire down the street. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
She heard his voice before she saw him, and her breath caught as she turned to see Pyro. Who, admittedly, was the Brotherhood member she'd both most and least wanted to run into. Her smile faded as she caught sight of his expression, and she fought to keep her own under control, though she had the feeling her eyes were saying far too much. Pissed as he sounded, though, he maybe wouldn't notice anyway.
"Wow, " she said sarcastically once she finally managed to speak. "Most people lead off with hi or it's been a while. Nice to see you. Something. I'm getting a beer. Want one?" See, she could do casual. Really.
"Hi, it's been a while, since you walked out on all of us without a fucking word," Pyro retorted. As long as his anger flared, he wouldn't feel the hurt as badly. He'd developed an impressive amount of techniques not to feel the hurt as acutely, and while anger wasn't the best, it was still tried and true, and it was the only one at hand right then. That, and more alcohol. He'd get to that in a minute.
"Or, y'know, I could say it's been a while since you took off on me in Limbo to sulk and never once thought to check that I got out okay, because you were too busy taking over a fucking country to care," Illyana pointed out. Because okay, he wasn't wrong. But she wasn't either.
"Seriously?" Pyro asked with raised eyebrows. "That fucking country kidnapped you and nearly fried your brain or whatever! And you'd made it pretty fucking clear me giving a shit about you wasn't welcome anyway."
"Um, guys," the street vendor tried to cut in.
"What?" Pyro snapped at them.
"Just - you're kinda scaring away customers there."
"Whatever," Illyana snapped at the vendor before turning back to Pyro. "I did that how, exactly? Because remember, I was drugged, nearly brain fried, and got to watch myself kill my best friend. Again. And then lost three days trying to get back. The details are a little fuzzy."
"Isn't that fucking convenient," Pyro shot back, and grabbed her elbow to pull her away from the vendor. "Maybe you shouldn't have sent me back without a word."
"Maybe you shouldn't have run off in the first place." She jerked her arm out of his grip but followed along anyway.
Pyro had no idea what one thing had to do with the other, and instead of replying with another set of 'Maybe you shouldn't have', he took a deep breath. "So, what. You decided we weren't good enough for you, but our street parties were? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Celebrating Halloween." She crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "We were invited. Your boss didn't send an invite to everyone but me. Besides, I kinda wanted to see everyone."
"Do you even give a shit?" Pyro blurted out. It had been months, and she could've shown up hundreds of times over, and not in the middle of a city wide party making it unlikely she'd run into anyone, never mind everyone. But part of him was really asking, did she even give a shit about him. Had she ever given a shit about him. The pain was plain to see in his eyes for a moment, but it passed before she could answer, his expression shutting down. "Whatever. I am done."
And he turned to head back to the vendor, pulling a couple of local bills out of his pocket to get the strongest thing they had.
That look. It hurt, somewhere down in the pit of her stomach. In her chest. And it only hurt more when he turned away before she could answer, apparently without seeing the answer in her eyes, though she would have thought he couldn't have missed it. Maybe he had, and just didn't care. "Yeah. I do," she answered anyway, quietly, blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes before turning and heading off into the crowd. Because whether she should or not? She still did.
