"Where do you think we've been? We're out there doing as much as we can. We don't have the luxury of a reprise on a tropical island to tend to our wounds and grab a Coke from the store," Pietro growled in return, flinching when his father grabbed his arm, but holding his ground. He shook his head. He didn't get it, did he?
"...I got in. I got past everyone of your barricades. There was no trickery there, no special shortcuts, I just ran. I'm not the only one with powers like these, and the next mutant to run up to your door might be more interested in taking a bite out of you than talking."