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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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"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?"

"Well I didn't think he was that big!" Pietro practically squeaked and wiped the blood from his chin.

"MAC," he muttered in reply. It wasn't too far, but Pietro was in no mood to run.

"It's not far, want me to walk with you in case you collapse?" He was certainly partly serious but couldn't help still finding the situation amusing. He often found amusement where he shouldn't have.

"How hurt are you?" He added as he started walking.

The amusement was obvious in Tommy's voice, and that only made Pietro grumble some more. "You make it sound like I'm made of glass, shit."

And he didn't want to get into how hurt he was because he should have been able to avoid all this in the first place. He was stupid to have gotten caught with his back turned, especially after all that psycho on the comm had said to him. "I'll live."

Yeah, that was good.

"You're the one who couldn't get out of a dumpster by himself," Tommy pointed out, "But I'm not gonna insist about helping you if you don't want me to."

He shrugged and kept on walking, "You'll live and take a shower and possibly even not insult people's significant other on the comm for at least a week. Since mature adults learn from their mistakes."

Yep, definitely amusing.

"Did I even say that!?" he snapped and rubbed his shoulder gingerly as he walked to catch up with him. Yeah he knew he stunk and he was an ass, but it wasn't like Tommy of all people had the place to say it.

"Are you going to keep rubbing that in my face?" Pietro hissed at him, wondering where the hell this kid got his brattiness from.

Not amusing at all.

Why, the brattiness was clearly from Pietro himself.

"Hmm, okay, you're getting to be worse company every second that passes so since you're fine I'll leave you be."

And Pietro would not have hated to know anything more.

"You're the one that came and found me, Speed!"

God. He wanted to hate that kid sometimes.

"Yep, and I made sure you were fine, my job is done."

He wasn't mad at all, he really was just done. And he didn't doubt that he'd end up spending more time with Pietro soon enough.

Pietro shot Tommy a sideways glance before shaking his head in an annoyed manner.

"Yeah, yeah. Done. Get outta here."

The 'thanks' was left hanging in the air, but he was sure Tommy wasn't that stupid to not get it.

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