Pietro Maximoff (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
semihero_pietro) wrote2007-03-05 02:14 pm
semihero_pietro) wrote2007-03-05 02:14 pm
The Casual Observer : RP for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Takes place a few days after Pietro got to have dinner with Wanda, Overhearing some interesting things in a supermarket, and probably a day after Pyro roasted the bunny.
Pietro read the newspaper and sighed, tossing it onto the table. He sat outside a small London cafe, sipping his coffee while watching the people walk by. Of course, he wasn't really watching the people. Dressed as he was, he blended in with the other people. Just another European skinny white boy dressed in jeans and a hoodie, sipping coffe. Almost commonplace.
Of course, there was a skicap on in place of the hood, hiding the silver hair from the people passing by. It was the one thing that would make him stand out, especially in a time where Magneto was once again finding himself on the front page of every newspaper across the country.
If only the people of London knew that he was living in the little place across the street from where Pietro sat, watching the doorway.
He was pretty certain that someone in the Brotherhood had seen him, but no one had approached him. And obviously no one had told his father, otherwise he was sure Magneto would have cornered him down by now.
But after what happened in Missouri, Pietro figured that it might be nice to give a little visit to his father. And find out what the hell he was thinking.
Pietro read the newspaper and sighed, tossing it onto the table. He sat outside a small London cafe, sipping his coffee while watching the people walk by. Of course, he wasn't really watching the people. Dressed as he was, he blended in with the other people. Just another European skinny white boy dressed in jeans and a hoodie, sipping coffe. Almost commonplace.
Of course, there was a skicap on in place of the hood, hiding the silver hair from the people passing by. It was the one thing that would make him stand out, especially in a time where Magneto was once again finding himself on the front page of every newspaper across the country.
If only the people of London knew that he was living in the little place across the street from where Pietro sat, watching the doorway.
He was pretty certain that someone in the Brotherhood had seen him, but no one had approached him. And obviously no one had told his father, otherwise he was sure Magneto would have cornered him down by now.
But after what happened in Missouri, Pietro figured that it might be nice to give a little visit to his father. And find out what the hell he was thinking.
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He wanted to see his granddaughter. He wanted to meet his son's wife. But he would not lie to Pietro to make this happen. Better the little one be safe, and far away from him. He had made sacrifices before. "But a few months are all that I can give you. After that, I just don't know."
Erik regarded him thoughtfully. "You are a good father. A better one than I was. That could not have been easy to learn, when you had no frame of reference for how it was done." Erik stood up, his hands in his pockets. "For what it is worth, I am proud of you for that. I am glad, despite what you might think, that the violence of my life has escaped you."
He needed to leave. For one, they needed a new safehouse. For another, it was time to give his Brotherhood some furlough. He had to go and meet Lorna in Dover, and no doubt the rest of them would appreciate the time for their own personal business. Two weeks. That should be enough time.
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"I'll be around. I'm staying in Europe to watch over Wanda as well. I have a feeling with her making her presence known, it won't be long before others find her, and I won't let anyone hurt her, not now, not ever."
Especially not when her past actions against mutants had been his own sin as well.
He smiled a bit at Magneto's praise. It wasn't much, but it was something deep down that Pietro needed... to be told he was doing something right. "Thank you. That means alot to me."
He looked off towards the east. He should check in and see how Wanda was today. Not visit her per say, just give a nice perimeter check, make sure there wasn't any trouble in the area.
"Of course, I won't make it easy for Mastermind to see me again. But if you do need me, you have my e-mail."
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"I am glad that you are going to see Wanda. I will, of course, offer my protection should that ever be necessary. And you know how to find me as well." He looked at Pietro for a long time. He could have set a lot of things. All he said was, "Be safe, son."
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Such is the life of Pietro Maximoff.
There was alot more unsaid in Pietro's eyes, but the one thing he did inherit from his father was his stubbornness. "You too, father."
And with that, he let himself be the first to turn and walk away from the cafe and disappear in the crowd.
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It was a feeling he should be used to, by now.
It never got any easier. There were days when he did wonder, what his life might have been like. It he had chosen to be a father, rather than a general.
Erik turned and walked away, towards the safehouse. It was time to start planning for the future. There was no point in dwelling in the past. There was no time for regrets.