"Pyro." John painfully growled at Kitty. Sure, he was John, but when in this state of mine, John needed to be buried. John was the type of person to let a woman in. John would laugh, and joke. Share stories or experiences. John would be the type of person who would be honest about himself, and let someone in to see what most did not get to. John would be the one to be blindsided by a secret marriage by someone he wanted to share his bed, home, thoughts, and most importantly... his fucking life.
Pyro did none of those things.
Keeping his walls up, he shifted his weight preparing for a fight. "Go home." Pyro willed her. "There is nothing here." Looking away with a pained look for a moment, he looked back with dead eyes. "Especially not a single fucking Russian tin man."
Shaking his head, more, Pyro dug his heels in. "What is there to talk about." He almost yelled. "We made a deal. One thing. One thing we agreed upon, and that was to not lie to the other." To drive his point forward he held his finger up to signify the one. "ONE!" With a sigh he took a step away from her. "Then you hide that. You'd hide that from me." His blood was boiling, and the loose flames around the area started growing intense.
"I gave Tony fucking Stark my blood when we were sick." Then he yelled. "FOR YOU!" Fucking ungrateful, that was for sure.