At the same bar, some time later, Wade got approached by an old flame who walked up to him, grabbed his face and planted a kiss straight on him. Wade was dumbstruck as he pulled away, having a hard time remembering what’s his face. “There you are! Why didn’t you return my call?” the guy asked. “Uhm... Cliff?” Wade’s eyes narrowed as he tried to remember, pressing his hand to the guys chest to get him to back off.
Pietro was known for his protective tendencies... And though he wasn’t really all that experienced in the field of relationships, most assumed he would be one hell of a possessive lover. Which he was. Definitely.
And now some asshole dumbass suicidal fucktard guy had grabbed Wade (his Wade) and put their nasty disgusting lips against his. Clearly, by the way he was pushing his hand against Mr. Needs-A-Bath’s chest to get him to get the fuck off back off, Wade wasn’t happy with it either. That was enough to boil the speedster’s blood fifteen times over.“Hey, cupid!” <- Still think ‘Stupid’ was more fitting but whateverPietro grabbed a drink tray off the bar counter and walked over to the guy slowly so as to make sure he’d know who it was that fucked him up for even thinking it was okay to touch Wade. “You’ve made a fucking horrible decision. Meet tray!” He glared and whacked Cliff across the face hard enough to break his jaw, sending him to the floor. He threw the tray to the side and glared. Using his speed, Pietro grabbed the man and threw him across the room a good amount of times, making sure to have him hit about every single hard object. BAM! Cliff is thrown against (and breaks) a table. BAM! Cliff is thrown against a wall. BAM! Cliff falls from the ceiling.
CLANG! Cliff went through the window.
The guy is hardly even alive anymore, but he’s got a pulse, which is enough for Pietro to not feel like a murderer and still feel somewhat better. “We’re leaving.” He mumbled and took Wade’s hand, pushing his palm against his lips and rubbing gently as to get the nasty Cliff’s germs off of them.