Pietro Maximoff (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} iwasperfection) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-07-20 16:14:00 |
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what. Superheroing. Someone can join in or fight Pietro or be saved or whatever y'all want, really.
when. Today
where. Somewhere in Europe
why. Pietro needs to do some good
There was someone screaming in the distance. Pietro wasn't even in costume but he couldn't ignore something like that. He'd been out for a walk to try and curb some of the restlessness. This world was different. According to everyone he loved, he wasn't a good person and that didn't sit well with him at all.
Instead of sit around and brooding the day away, he'd gone out for a walk. He'd intended to clear his head. Instead, it seemed from the intensity of the screams, he would be able to help someone out. It almost put a smile on his lips. Pietro ran toward the voice and the closer he got to it, the more screams he heard. He took a corner smoothly and flattened himself against a wall to check out the scenario before actually jumping into action. Haste made waste after all.
He really did smirk when he saw the villain, a man dressed in a sky blue jumpsuit. Strapped to his back was a large and hulking machine. The guy, who was shouting orders at men who stood before an armored truck, turned to the audience and called himself Mr. Chill. The guy didn't have powers, as far as Pietro could tell. His only weapon was the thing on his back, a machine that shot out large and pointy icicles. Mr. Chill shot a warning, sending one through a car door.
Pietro rolled his eyes. How original.
There was a howl from a woman as Chill pointed his gun at civilians. It seemed he wanted money and he was going to hurt innocent people until he got it. That wouldn't do. Pietro stepped forward and held his arms out and concentrated. As Chill pulled a trigger, Pietro felt the energy course through his system. Instead of a chunk of ice, snow shot out of his machine.
"No one panic. This guy's done for today," Pietro shouted at the group of people on the street. The bad wasn't done for just yet, but Pietro was confident he had this situation under control.