#windsweptsilver

“Hey ‘Tro, you wanna come sit down?” he could see the speedster lingering in the door-frame, arms crossed and looking unimpressed. He probably should’ve given him more notice about them coming round, but it had been a spur of the moment kind of deal. 

No, like, I COMPLETELY agree. I mean, no one is BORN an asshole. It’s nature AND nurture. And honestly.... I think it’s the LACK of nurture that sorta twisted them . i continually ask myself... where... the fuck are their parents...??? Well I mean Pietro’s father is there but like.....? He isn’t???? but he is???????

    “Ah, perhaps he has had too much to drink!”

    🐸 “Nah man, it’s good news I swear! But you gotta promise you won’t get mad an’ do something crazy okay?”

“Pietro Lehnsherr.” President Xavier’s wheelchair stopped outside of Pietro’s cell. “Until just recently, you know, I had no idea the voice of the rebellion had a son - and one who lacked his telepathic resistance, to boot. I could invade your mind right now and make you do exactly what I want. But I won’t. I want you to join me of your own free will. I can see your mind . . . you’ve had a difficult life. You have no reason to be loyal to your father. I, on the other hand, have never hurt you.” He reached out and curled his fingers around the bars of the cell. “I made sure you were not mistreated by the guards.Talk to me.”

"I can't, I'll just..." Warren stuttered through his sentence. He'd just got back in and hadn't expected to see Pietro in front of him. As a result his reaction had been less than sexy. If he'd even so much as suspected that the speedster would be there then he would have reacted much better than that at least. "Sorry, it's warm and I'm overdressed," he said, fanning himself with his hands pathetically. Pietro did look fabulous but he was otherwise distracted. After a few seconds of stripping off his own jacket, shirt and wing harness off before looking at him."I'm sorry. You look really hot," he said, stepping closer to the other male and running his hand over Pietro's side affectionately. The other was obviously trying to get his attention but his mind was just completely elsewhere right now. Working sometimes did that to him. However, there was no one who'd take his mind away from working like Pietro.

“It’s been a long time,” Erik noted as he walked through the door and spied his silver-haired son. “I do hope you’re still prepared to fight for our cause. I’d hate to learn you’d grown weak in my absence.”