Wanda and Pietro | Backdated to 9/21
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ax_mainAfter Wanda's shopping trip with Eileen (and subsequent attempts at baking), the twins go out for Thai to discuss recent events and their mini-mes.
"I'll have the penang curried duck, the green curried beef, two orders of spring rolls, and tom yum soup," Pietro told the server. He needed the dude to get on with his shit and get moving. He was starving, and Wanda had that look about her like she had a lot to say.
"Green curry crispy fish, won ton soup, and an order of chicken satay," Wanda added. The waiter nodded, and turned to leave, and she called after him, "And tea. Just bring the pot." She turned her attention back to Pietro. "So, how's the week from hell been going for you?"
"Confusing," Pietro admitted. He always admitted things to Wanda. "What the hell is even going on with everyone?"
"Ummm...weren't you there for that part?" Wanda quirked an eyebrow. "Dad's pissed at Pyro for being a moron. Pyro's pissed at himself for being a moron. Fatale keeps flickering, which I'm assuming means she's even more fucked up than usual, and Alex is blowing shit up on the video games, which probably means the same thing but damned if I know. And Eileen's baking in the hopes that providing a loving, nurturing environment or something will make everyone feel less like shit, but I'm not sure it's working." She shrugged. "Not sure what the other morons are up to, other than eating Eileen's cookies."
"I mean, I know that Pyro's a pissed off moron--he's a total moron and he's always pissed off but this is worse than usual. But why are Alex and Fatale being fucking losers? And why in god's name would Eileen think baking would help? Don't get me wrong, I love eating the cookies, but seriously? How fucked up is she?"
"Not that fucked up, I don't think." Wanda acknowledged the waiter's arrival with the tea with a nod, then went back to ignoring him entirely as she poured a cup and passed it to Pietro. "She's worried about the brats, though. Apparently, they need to realize there's more to life than being Dad's good little soldiers or something. Which...okay, coming from Eileen? That is pretty fucked up," she admitted.
"Extremely fucked up," Pietro said quietly, staring into his tea like he was trying to read the leaves. "I mean, there is more to life than that. I don't want to be a good little soldier.
"But what we're doing is important, so so what if they take it seriously?"
"She thinks they should remember to be kids. She's maybe not totally wrong." She smirked across the table at Pietro. "And don't worry. No one is ever going to call you a good little soldier." Which, as she saw it, was as it should be. Pietro as a good little soldier would just be completely fucked up.
"Damn right." Pietro tossed off a mock salute, somewhat returned to normal. Wanda had that effect. "Well, between Pyro running off to illicit parties and Pam and Alex's annoying PDA we've got plenty of teenage bullshit--I don't know why she thinks we need more.
"Maybe cuz we've got a lot of actual bullshit too." He sighed. "Seriously, what's the deal with the mini-me? Do we really think, like, our DNA was stolen? Or maybe the old man's? That dude totally looked like a shitty copy."
"Yeah, about that." Wanda poured herself some tea and took a sip, then made a face. "Apparently there's mini-mes of both of us. Except they really fucked up and made mine a guy. According to Pyro, who got it from Magik, Speed's got a twin."
"Whatthefuck." Pietro stared for a split second, which was an age to him. "I mean, assuming this Magik's info is any good... what the actual fuck. It was bad enough they messed with me, now you too? Who the fuck are these people? Who did this? We need to talk to these twins."
"No shit. But Eileen's got a plan for that." Wanda grinned. Maybe it wasn't actually the motivation for Eileen's plan, but she was all for using the other girl's idea if it worked for them. "We're gonna throw a party. And invite some of the assholes. Including the twins." She shrugged. "They don't show, we'll come up with something else. If they do? We get some answers. But Pietro," she fixed him with a look, "we need to talk to them, not piss them off. If it's the Right behind this bullshit, it's probably not even their fault."
Pietro considered, making a face, but he had to admit, "That's true. It's easier to believe it was the Right and those jokers don't know anything about it than anything else. Though that's not saying much. Jesus.
"I like the party idea though. I always like party ideas." He smiled.
"Yeah, didn't figure you'd have an issue with that." Wanda sighed and made a face at her tea. "I just wish we could do it somewhere else. I'm not big on the idea of them messing with our shit. Especially after they broke in."
"There's gotta be some abandoned warehouse we can trick out," Pietro said with a wave. "I'll look into it. Because yeah, I don't want them in our place either. Again. Anymore. Whatever."
"Ugh. No. I think that's what's got the kids freaked," Wanda admitted. "I mean, not Pyro - he's got his own reasons. But the other brats." She frowned. "I'm not even sure Toad's hit on me this week. Is he even alive?"
"Total violation--and doesn't make me want to be friends with them," Pietro pointed out. "But we need info, so I'll play nice.
"And honestly, it might be worth it if it keeps Toad from being up in your face. God. One of these days I'm just gonna put him through a wall and Dad can deal with it."
Wanda laughed. "Remember the time I did that? Fuck, I'm not sure if he was more mad that I did it, or that I put a hole in the damn dry wall."
Pietro laughed too, but rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I just think he's too fuckin' old to deal with us. All of us. Some things he totally gets but others... like, dude, we're young and mutants."
"I think he has some kind of book." Wanda smirked. "Something like 'How to Act Like a Parent'." It would explain a lot, actually. "When he can't figure out whether or not it's something he should be pissed about, he pulls it out to check. Except hexing someone through a wall? Probably not a chapter. He has to find the next closest thing."
"God, what even would that be?" Pietro laughed though he was rolling his eyes. "What to do when your kid... what? Breaks something? Punches someone? Not even close. No wonder he fails so hard." Not that Pietro didn't like their father... mostly. Just that fathering wasn't really his strong subject.
Wanda smirked. "Anger management issues? Fuck if I know. Just think if he was trying to look up Lance's earthquakes."
"Oh god." Pietro facepalmed but was laughing. "The horror. The fucking horror of our lives sometimes."
But then he looked up, still smiling. "S'okay tho. We can handle anything." Emphasis on the 'we'.
Wanda smiled back and reached across the table to squeeze his hand. "Always." Because yeah. Between them, they always could.
"I'll have the penang curried duck, the green curried beef, two orders of spring rolls, and tom yum soup," Pietro told the server. He needed the dude to get on with his shit and get moving. He was starving, and Wanda had that look about her like she had a lot to say.
"Green curry crispy fish, won ton soup, and an order of chicken satay," Wanda added. The waiter nodded, and turned to leave, and she called after him, "And tea. Just bring the pot." She turned her attention back to Pietro. "So, how's the week from hell been going for you?"
"Confusing," Pietro admitted. He always admitted things to Wanda. "What the hell is even going on with everyone?"
"Ummm...weren't you there for that part?" Wanda quirked an eyebrow. "Dad's pissed at Pyro for being a moron. Pyro's pissed at himself for being a moron. Fatale keeps flickering, which I'm assuming means she's even more fucked up than usual, and Alex is blowing shit up on the video games, which probably means the same thing but damned if I know. And Eileen's baking in the hopes that providing a loving, nurturing environment or something will make everyone feel less like shit, but I'm not sure it's working." She shrugged. "Not sure what the other morons are up to, other than eating Eileen's cookies."
"I mean, I know that Pyro's a pissed off moron--he's a total moron and he's always pissed off but this is worse than usual. But why are Alex and Fatale being fucking losers? And why in god's name would Eileen think baking would help? Don't get me wrong, I love eating the cookies, but seriously? How fucked up is she?"
"Not that fucked up, I don't think." Wanda acknowledged the waiter's arrival with the tea with a nod, then went back to ignoring him entirely as she poured a cup and passed it to Pietro. "She's worried about the brats, though. Apparently, they need to realize there's more to life than being Dad's good little soldiers or something. Which...okay, coming from Eileen? That is pretty fucked up," she admitted.
"Extremely fucked up," Pietro said quietly, staring into his tea like he was trying to read the leaves. "I mean, there is more to life than that. I don't want to be a good little soldier.
"But what we're doing is important, so so what if they take it seriously?"
"She thinks they should remember to be kids. She's maybe not totally wrong." She smirked across the table at Pietro. "And don't worry. No one is ever going to call you a good little soldier." Which, as she saw it, was as it should be. Pietro as a good little soldier would just be completely fucked up.
"Damn right." Pietro tossed off a mock salute, somewhat returned to normal. Wanda had that effect. "Well, between Pyro running off to illicit parties and Pam and Alex's annoying PDA we've got plenty of teenage bullshit--I don't know why she thinks we need more.
"Maybe cuz we've got a lot of actual bullshit too." He sighed. "Seriously, what's the deal with the mini-me? Do we really think, like, our DNA was stolen? Or maybe the old man's? That dude totally looked like a shitty copy."
"Yeah, about that." Wanda poured herself some tea and took a sip, then made a face. "Apparently there's mini-mes of both of us. Except they really fucked up and made mine a guy. According to Pyro, who got it from Magik, Speed's got a twin."
"Whatthefuck." Pietro stared for a split second, which was an age to him. "I mean, assuming this Magik's info is any good... what the actual fuck. It was bad enough they messed with me, now you too? Who the fuck are these people? Who did this? We need to talk to these twins."
"No shit. But Eileen's got a plan for that." Wanda grinned. Maybe it wasn't actually the motivation for Eileen's plan, but she was all for using the other girl's idea if it worked for them. "We're gonna throw a party. And invite some of the assholes. Including the twins." She shrugged. "They don't show, we'll come up with something else. If they do? We get some answers. But Pietro," she fixed him with a look, "we need to talk to them, not piss them off. If it's the Right behind this bullshit, it's probably not even their fault."
Pietro considered, making a face, but he had to admit, "That's true. It's easier to believe it was the Right and those jokers don't know anything about it than anything else. Though that's not saying much. Jesus.
"I like the party idea though. I always like party ideas." He smiled.
"Yeah, didn't figure you'd have an issue with that." Wanda sighed and made a face at her tea. "I just wish we could do it somewhere else. I'm not big on the idea of them messing with our shit. Especially after they broke in."
"There's gotta be some abandoned warehouse we can trick out," Pietro said with a wave. "I'll look into it. Because yeah, I don't want them in our place either. Again. Anymore. Whatever."
"Ugh. No. I think that's what's got the kids freaked," Wanda admitted. "I mean, not Pyro - he's got his own reasons. But the other brats." She frowned. "I'm not even sure Toad's hit on me this week. Is he even alive?"
"Total violation--and doesn't make me want to be friends with them," Pietro pointed out. "But we need info, so I'll play nice.
"And honestly, it might be worth it if it keeps Toad from being up in your face. God. One of these days I'm just gonna put him through a wall and Dad can deal with it."
Wanda laughed. "Remember the time I did that? Fuck, I'm not sure if he was more mad that I did it, or that I put a hole in the damn dry wall."
Pietro laughed too, but rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I just think he's too fuckin' old to deal with us. All of us. Some things he totally gets but others... like, dude, we're young and mutants."
"I think he has some kind of book." Wanda smirked. "Something like 'How to Act Like a Parent'." It would explain a lot, actually. "When he can't figure out whether or not it's something he should be pissed about, he pulls it out to check. Except hexing someone through a wall? Probably not a chapter. He has to find the next closest thing."
"God, what even would that be?" Pietro laughed though he was rolling his eyes. "What to do when your kid... what? Breaks something? Punches someone? Not even close. No wonder he fails so hard." Not that Pietro didn't like their father... mostly. Just that fathering wasn't really his strong subject.
Wanda smirked. "Anger management issues? Fuck if I know. Just think if he was trying to look up Lance's earthquakes."
"Oh god." Pietro facepalmed but was laughing. "The horror. The fucking horror of our lives sometimes."
But then he looked up, still smiling. "S'okay tho. We can handle anything." Emphasis on the 'we'.
Wanda smiled back and reached across the table to squeeze his hand. "Always." Because yeah. Between them, they always could.
