I may be a twin but I'm one of a kind. Characters: Pietro and Magnus Setting: Genosha, Balcony outside Mangus' study Content: Father/Son Conflict Summary: Pietro is not pleased with his father's intentions.
Pietro had made it home in record time, any sense of relief he normally would have had upon returning to the safety and familiarity Genosha offered was lost with the flurry of thoughts which had been haunting him since he'd left. If things had gone as planned, Wanda would be dead, Pietro wouldn't even know, and his sister, his twin, would be dead by his own hand. And it had all been at their father's command. For all his talk, Pietro had never truly believed his father would bring any lasting harm to his children. But now all that was wiped away, and with this new knowledge, Pietro didn't know quite how to feel. Anger bubbling, he circled the complex in a blur, spotting his father on one of the balconies, his study most likely, and within a few short moments he had made his way up to the study and onto the balcony, pushing his shades up onto his head and leaning silently on the railing for a moment, patting down his pockets and retrieving a cigarette of his own from a crumpled package. "S'done," he mumbled, cigarette between his lips, frowning slightly before asking, "Gotta light?...Oh, and Wanda says 'hi'," he added, with an air of casualness, eyes darkening with a sudden glare.