So far, Pietro had been a part of a few missions to find the missing mutants, but every operation had ended how it started: no clues, no leads, no hope. Currently, there was nothing for Pietro to do about it, and he hated waiting. He felt like he knew every conner of NYC by now, going from one place to the other and searching for ways to keep himself busy. He ended up taking a break in a cozy cafĂŠ that had some delicious donuts, sitting down with some cinnamon glazed wonders and trying to think of something to speed things up. âIf nothing is working so far, isnât it time to make some bolder choices? Every time I have an idea, people say itâs too impulsive, too risky or too illegal, but I donât see why that would make them bad ideas.â











