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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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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!"

Sam nodded at him. "Don't let it happen again."

He blasted back into the sky, feeling slightly bad about how it ended.

Pietro blinked up at the sky as he watched Sam fly away, and wondered how the hell he could get himself out of this disgusting box. He felt like he could barely move, but there was no way in hell he'd be caught dead in garbage. No way.

Grumbling, he peeled himself up with a hiss and just hoped no one would find out about this.

Tommy zipped to the location, sighing a whole lot and not as fast as he could have, when Cannonball gave it to him.

Sure enough, Pietro was there trying to crawl out of the dumpster.

"Want any help?" he said loudly as he came by.

Pietro groaned loudly and ducked back in the dumpster so Tommy couldn't see him. "I'm fine!"

Tommy raised an eyebrow, "Tell me you just didn't just duck back in a dumpster so I wouldn't see you when I know you're there already. Because that would be very stupid."

"Oh shut up!" Pietro snapped, knowing full well Tommy was just being a jerk now. "I just. Lost. Something. Get lost!"

"Yeah, you lost something after Cannonball beat the hell out of you and I don't even know why yet but I'm sure I'll learn about it."

He paused and tried to not smirk. It failed.

How the hell did everyone know already?! That was just his freaking luck!

Finally poking his head up to look at Tommy, he sneered. "I got in a few good hits, too!"

"They didn't stop him from throwing you in the garbage," Tommy answered, still smirking.

"Now, come on, do you want my help of should I leave you in there?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've survived worse," Pietro spat and actually contemplated the help. But. Too much pride. "I think I can manage just fine..."

Yeah, right. He continued to try climbing out, but he really wasn't getting anywhere with it.

Tommy crossed his arms on his chest.

"Okay, sure. Don't mind me while I watch you managing just fine."

Pietro grunted and propped himself up on the edge with his arms. After Sam had grabbed and yanked one of them repeatedly, however, it gave out and sent him crashing down on the edge hard. He banged his shoulder again, and cursed, still not looking at Tommy.

"You're a fucking brat."

"Ah, because you're not?"

He got closer to Pietro and sighed, "Are you too hurt to pull yourself out if I give you a hand?"

"No!" he scoffed just because he felt the need to.

And he didn't answer the last question. He just stared down at Tommy as he muttered under his breath immaturely.

Pietro's answer made Tommy laugh and then he took pity and handed him his arm over the edge of the dumpster.

"If you don't take it now, I'm staying but never offering you any help again."

Pietro just grabbed his hand without a word and sloppily made his way over the edge and to the ground. Great, he totally smelled rank!

"The only reason why he even got me this good is because he was in the air!"

"Well, yeah. He can fly. And he is not keeping that a secret from anyone."

Tommy winced at Pietro once he was out and... stinky. "Can you manage to go somewhere and wash and change?" There was a small pause, "Do you have anywhere to stay?"