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WHO: Cannonball and Quicksilver. Speed after the fight. :D
WHERE: Somewhere downtownish. Outside. Alley?
WHEN: After Quicksilver's post here.
WARNINGS: Violence more than likely.
SUMMARY: Pietro's big mouth finally gets him into some trouble after he says some rude things about Tabby to Sam. Sam promptly hunts him down and kicks his ass. Tommy shows up after and checks on Pietro.
FORMAT: Quicklog

Pietro couldn't even believe some of the lame whiners around here! They called themselves heroes, and yet here was Cannonball on his comm practically crying over some stupid shit about his girlfriend. Whoopee. It was crap like this that made Pietro wonder why the X-Geeks even recruited these kinds of people. Pfft.

Walking along, he continued his trek to the corner store. He could have very well ran to grab some food, but it was nice out that day. The walk - he supposed - wasn't so bad.

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Pietro gulped as they flew, and he scrambled to move his legs to at least get dropped. Who the hell would've thought that this Cannonball was so much huger than the one he knew from school!? CRAP!

"Look, man, uhm, oh shit!" his voice totally cracked, but dammit he was in shit!

"Ah gave you a chance, but y' had to keep going." Sam scowled. "You regrettin' it already?"

God how the hell were they flying this fast without hitting anything!? Jesus had they gone through a fence?! Ohmygod he was so dead.

"Let me go, asshole!" he squeaked, still flailing.

Sam glared down for only a moment. No, he wasn't done with this guy yet. Pietro couldn't go around bad mouthing Tabitha like that. Sam wouldn't let him.

"I don't think that's gonna happen yet, Pietro." he snapped as he flew up higher. Height was his advantage, and he was going to use it. Pietro was fast, but Sam figured he couldn't walk on air.

Nope, definitely couldn't walk on air. In fact, Pietro definitely couldn't do a whole lot of anything but clutch onto Sam's shirt in a desperate attempt to hold on.

"What the hell are you doing flying so high!? You're gonna kill me! Jesus!"

"Ah wouldn't kill you." Sam assured, angry tone still quite clear in his voice. "We're just gonna talk."

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"What about?! How fucking psycho you are!?" Pietro's voice cracked again and he fought to breathe as they got higher.

Sam glared again. He tossed Pietro through the air, racing to punch him in the face. His fists collided with Pietro instantly, but this wasn't over. He was holding back, of course, but he was sure Pietro still felt it.

He threw the guy again, this time grabbing him by the arm and holding him out in the open. "About you insultin' mah girlfriend."

Okay. So.

Getting hit by Cannonball with that blastfield of his kind of felt like getting hit by a truck. Pietro could barely even feel himself falling after the hit, and it wasn't until his body stopped with a sudden jerk from Sam's catching him that he realized he was. He almost pissed himself. Didn't, but almost.

"Oh that? You took that seriously!?"

"Didn't sound like a joke to me!" Sam shouted. "You can't go around talkin' about people like that!"

Pietro winced at the strain of his shoulder and tried again to grab onto Sam's shirt. "I--"

"You what?" Sam grasped onto him tighter, making sure Pietro wouldn't go anywhere.

He cringed; holy god his shoulder hurt. And his face. Fuck.

"Let me go, you crazy asshole..."

"You gonna watch your mouth?" Sam demanded.

Pietro grabbed onto him and lamely swung his arm out in an attempt to hit him back. "I don't watch anything, you psycho!"

"You wanted it." Sam pointed out. Ignoring the attempted smacks, Sam began to fly them down towards an alley. "And since Ah bet you won't apologize to Tab---or take it back, Ah guess we're gonna hafta find a quick fix for this."

They were going down so fast, and for someone who used that level of speed fifty thousand times over, Pietro shouldn't have been scared by it. But god they were practically falling and, oh jesus, he didn't want to die!

"I'll show you a quick fix as soon you make this even and have me on the ground!"

Sam stopped in mid air, letting them hover over a dumpster. "You gonna take it back? You ever gonna talk about her like that again?"

Pietro glared up at him and tightened his hold as he dangled. "Maybe if you weren't such a--"

"If Ah weren't a what?" Sam demanded, blasting them up one more time. He had wanted to end the little scuffle, but none of this was getting through the guy's head. He smacked Pietro into the air once again, and grabbed onto him by the shirt. "Now. We gonna have this problem again?"

Pietro's head snapped back with the contact and he groaned. "You fucking asshole!"

"Fine." Sam flew them back to the alley, and stared down at the open dumpster below them. "You wanna talk trash about her?"

Warm blood trickled down his chin, but still Pietro was glaring at Sam. "You actually expect an apology, you moron?!"

"Ah'm tryin' to give you a chance to set it right!" Sam exclaimed. Knowing Pietro wasn't going to offer anything, he finally dropped the guy into the dumpster. Folding his arms, Sam glared downwards. "You talk bad about her again and Ah'll let her come after you."

"Shit!" Pietro yelled as he toppled downward, and landed hard in the trash. It was not at all a cushy landing, nor was it a good smelling one. "Fuck!"