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semihero_pietroooc: following up on this
Pietro came back from dropping off some work at the newspaper and he looked on the bookshelf where the Wanda!Bear that Mike had sent was sitting. It was his way of making sure he thought about his sister at least once a day, if he hadn't already.
Today, however, as he came closer he saw the open ended ticket to Genosha waiting for him with the note from Mike. Doesn't he know I can get there faster on my own two legs? he mused to himself as he went to get a drink from the kitchen.
He came back, leaning against the windowsill as he stared at the tickets, clutched carefully in Wanda!Bear's hands. What to do, what to do, what to do...
"Oh, why not?" he sighed, smirking a bit as he went to find a bag to pack.
*~*
He took the plane, enjoying the first class seat so he could stretch his long legs out, and then made sure his hat and sunglasses were in place as he... as Peter Frank... stepped off the plane. Because really, the last time he remembered this place, it wasn't the best of times. And being the Magnus-Son in Genosha... not the safest place to be.
Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed Mike's number. "So, where's my limo?" he asked as Mike picked up.
Pietro came back from dropping off some work at the newspaper and he looked on the bookshelf where the Wanda!Bear that Mike had sent was sitting. It was his way of making sure he thought about his sister at least once a day, if he hadn't already.
Today, however, as he came closer he saw the open ended ticket to Genosha waiting for him with the note from Mike. Doesn't he know I can get there faster on my own two legs? he mused to himself as he went to get a drink from the kitchen.
He came back, leaning against the windowsill as he stared at the tickets, clutched carefully in Wanda!Bear's hands. What to do, what to do, what to do...
"Oh, why not?" he sighed, smirking a bit as he went to find a bag to pack.
*~*
He took the plane, enjoying the first class seat so he could stretch his long legs out, and then made sure his hat and sunglasses were in place as he... as Peter Frank... stepped off the plane. Because really, the last time he remembered this place, it wasn't the best of times. And being the Magnus-Son in Genosha... not the safest place to be.
Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed Mike's number. "So, where's my limo?" he asked as Mike picked up.
