Billy
Barely a week back 'home' and he was ready to put his fist right through Alvers' stupid face. One more comment, one more leer at Wanda, and the fucker was a dead man. And Toad. Jesus. Pietro really hadn't missed smelling the slimy little freak. And that wasn't even touching having to deal with Mystique and his fucking father. He blurred into motion the second he slammed their bedroom door behind him. He needed to fucking run, he didn't, however, need to run into a fucking jungle, and the second his feet hit loam instead of the landing at the bottom of the stairs he lurched to a halt, heels digging trenches in the ground.
"WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!?!?" he yelled, spinning in place. "We're supposed to be fucking DONE with this place!"