With the conversation that had taken place on their birthday still rattling in his mind, Pietro had been unable to get a moments peace from the reverberating words of his father. What should have been an enjoyable day between himself and his sister, it had inevitably been ruined, though Wanda had tried to salvage from it what she could. Though Pietro truly loved his sister and appreciated her attempts at healing the bitter wounds that Magneto would cause no matter what act he took, noble or betraying, he would never be anything more to his children than a lifetime of disappointments.
Pietro wondered if they'd ever had the option of being normal. Of being healthy, emotionally stable human beings with the genes they had been given. Mutant and X genes aside, whenever Pietro dared look into himself, all he ever feared he would see was not the caring, protecting genes from their mother, Magda, but the fear-inspiring, hateful, demented genes of his father.
It wasn't exactly a comforting thought to help ease one to sleep at night.
In an effort to calm his mind, Pietro had done the only thing that ever managed to ease him; he had run. There was a limit to just where Pietro could go at night. The streets were dangerous and though he could certainly hold his own weight without a problem, he wasn't looking for a fight right now. Just peace of mind.
Once he'd gone as far passed the X-Men grounds as he'd dared, Pietro ran through the buildings and eventually found himself on the roof of Xavier's, coming to a halting stop at the sight of someone else already there.
"My god, don't you all have a bedtime or something?" He kicked the edge of the building in frustration, as if the other man had interrupted him by being on the roof at the exact moment when Quicksilver had run up to it. A few bricks from the siding broke and fell to the ground, but Pietro just couldn't be bothered. With a sigh, he sat down on the roof, finding that once again... he had run out of places to go.