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With a resigned sigh, Pietro threw himself at the mattress in what seemed to be a mix of rage and fatigue. He hated Magneto, he hated the Brotherhood, he hated the X-Men, he hated prince Namor and his stupid handsome face, he hated how infuriatingly slow everyone was, he hated the anti-mutant assholes that forced him and Wanda to run away from their village and inadvertently end up getting stuck in this whole mutant supremacist mess, he hated everything and everyone, with the sole exception of Wanda.
In times like those, where his only driving force was pure and sheer hatred and revolt against the state his life was in (it wasn't fair!) he'd run wherever the wind took him, furiously thinking about all the ways he'd kick Magneto's ass if he had the chance to. However, he was prevented from doing so as Wanda was there in the room with him and always worried about Pietro running off without her knowing where he was. The feeling was mutual, after all, spending so much time just the two of them fending for themselves made them grew closer than ever. Most times, the twins felt it was just the two of them against the world.
“Don't throw yourself at the bed like that you'll ruin the mattress,” Wanda scolded from the chair she was sat on. She had already taken off her tiara by that point, her boots were also off and she had started using one of her gloves as an improvised fan. The twins weren't used to this hot weather, growing up in the icy climate of the Transian mountains where it was always so cold you could almost feel your own blood freezing inside of your veins. Pietro's super speed and subsequent higher resistance to extreme climates helped him manage it better, Wanda, however, did not have her brother's luck, and was taking the hot weather horribly. She had always worried that her suit might not be enough to protect her from the cold but only then did she realize how warm it could actually be, she was sweating all over and constantly cleaning her damp palms on her pink tights.
"I'm sorry it's just I'm so sick of it all.”
“Sick of what?”
“You know, Wanda, this. This life we're living! I'm so sick of it, I just wanna get out of this place and never look at Magneto's sorry face as soon as possible, I can't stand it anymore. Seeing him hurt people like this, knowing I'm half responsible for it too, I can't take it, we need to get away, Wanda.”
“You know we can't, he'll turn the world upside down just looking for us.”
“We need to try, I can't live with myself knowing I always stayed by his side.”
“We'd have no place to hide.”
“Maybe, or maybe we shouldn't hide. Maybe if we...I don't know joined someone else, had somebody's protection.”
Wanda snorted.
“What, you wanna join the X-Men?”
“Ugh, no, those idiots do more harm than good to mutants, thinking they're accomplishing anything by putting on spandex suits and playing superheroes, they're dumbasses. No, I don't mean the X-Men. These superhero guys are sprouting up like mushrooms these days, maybe we just wait for something better to show up, I don't know.”
“Oooh I know what you want!” Wanda gushed behind her glove, holding in her laughter.
“Oh yeah? What do I want?”
“You wanna run away to Atlantis so prince Namor can protect you from big bad Magneto,” this time Wanda openly giggled as Pietro suddenly got up with a furious expression.
“Ugh, can you stop with that Namor business already?!”
“Oh my god, look in the mirror, Pietro, you're all red in the face! Almost as red as when Namor–”
Pietro threw a pillow at his sister's face in an attempt to shut her up, she only laughed harder.
“I hate you!”
“Love you too, Pietro.”