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Pietro took the license (and the money) when they were handed to him, and looked it over quickly, before looking back towards the photo, listening to him. This was crazy. Absolutely and positively crazy. Also-- again, impossible. He was still suspicious. He couldn't ignore the fact that he suddenly sprung the information about Wanda on him. Even-- though...

The teen looked up, and glanced back only briefly at the picture when he mentioned that it was the only one. He hesitated, then held the license and the picture out back to him, looking over him once more.

❝----Is Magneto actually my dad?❞

He wasn't sure what made him ask that question over everything else. Did it mean he believed Tommy? Not sure. But hell, this question was something this guy probably knew the answer to. Pietro didn't - couldn't - pass up the opportunity to actually know.

❝Oh, and-- what's your dad's name?❞

Tommy might not be so bad right now and really- he didn't have much against him. But hell. If anyone hurt his sister he was gonna kill them. The fact that the guy isn't in the photo too---- He'd-- he'd try not to.. end this guy's existence while he was at it but--

At first he paid almost no attention to the picture. But then he caught sight of it. And then listened to what he said. Was— this guy joking?

   ❝Firstly; that’s impossible.

         Secondly; I look nothing like that.❞

               Thirdly; incredibly disturbed by how attractive Wanda looked.

He took the picture from the others grasp, looking it over for a second before looking back towards Tommy. Well, there was another thing that went in his favour; the quality of that picture. But shit like this didn’t really exist. He hadn’t even heard of a single mutant that could do it, let alone something on the scale where neither was aware.

But— it did make sense.

               ❝——Fine. What else can you tell me about me?❞

He crossed his arms, and looked expectantly at him.

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Pietro blinked at that; paused. ❝Well. Stefan's a dick and I hope you punched him.❞ She didn't want to talk about it; so that's all Pietro said.

❝There aren't many good things about humans, miss-hasn't-told-me-her-name-yet. But there are good things. I would die for my sister. And my mom. P r o b a b l y  not my dad. But that's beside the point. Humans cause bad things to happen but sometimes the ones who are innocent try to make up for the ones who aren't.

      -----But hey. I'm just a kid. I can't convince you.❞ He shrugged.

"Sassy? No…- I would rather way blunt or truthful, not sassy." Maleficent never thought of herself like that and she wasn’t about to start to. "Humans cause everything bad to happen…- they have no care for anything besides themselves.. They are filled with greed and hatred.. I see nothing of them that I like."

Maleficent took a slight pause before responding. "Stefan..- a man who told me he gave me true love kiss…- backstab me and took everything that made me who I was. Just so he can be a filthy king..- I rather not speak anymore of this."

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❝...Nooo your not. The numbers are the wrong way around. I've met enough cops to know what a badge looks like. Pretty good fake though. Where'd you get it? Do they do fake IDs too? 'Cause mom won't get me one. It's funny, she tells me to go out more but doesn't give me any money or ID shit to go with it. It's like she expects me to get things out of thin air--❞

  Which he sorta does.

          But that's not the point.

He held it out to him, and frowned, ❝Butifyou'renottheFBIthenwhoareyou?❞

It was irritating him. The fact he needed to act slow right now. Maybe when he knew who this guy was he could speed up again.  M a y b e. Depended on the outcome. In the meantime, he simply kicked his foot, waiting for him to reply.

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Pietro appeared behind him, after sneakingly pick pocketed the man. A frown appeared on his face, and he held up his fake-ID. ❝——It  t h i n k  this is yours, Mr-fake-police-IDs person. Y’know, that’s illegal. You could get arrested for that. Thrown in jail for the rest of your life. Die in a cage full of criminals  a l l  because you have a fake police ID.❞ Pause. ❝Or, you know. Get away with it. It looks like this is pretty old so…❞

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Pietro appeared behind him, after sneakingly pick pocketed the man. A frown appeared on his face, and he held up his fake-ID. ❝----It  t h i n k  this is yours, Mr-fake-police-IDs person. Y'know, that's illegal. You could get arrested for that. Thrown in jail for the rest of your life. Die in a cage full of criminals  a l l  because you have a fake police ID.❞ Pause. ❝Or, you know. Get away with it. It looks like this is pretty old so...❞

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Ah. Complete polar opposites for dads? That's bound to be interesting.

❝Well-- Just FYI. My dad's a douche and I hate him. And I  d e f i n i t e l y  do not agree with his how-to-go-about-shit methods.❞ Pause. ❝Well, okayIdon'thatehim; Idon'tknowhim. But I know he's a douche bag and a murderer. So yeah.❞ Pietro frowned, and disapeared from sight, before appearing behind him three seconds later with a Twinkie in his hands. ❝Let's stop talking about dads. Y'know, mom's are cool too. And comic books. OH, and Twinkies!❞ He held up his, before taking a bite out of it.

❝Well, short answer: no.❞

❝But I’m pretty sure he’s the leader of a mutant terrorist organisation that kills a lot of people.❞

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Whip. Laaaaaash.

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Not gonna lie, I’m a little disappointed that Quicksilver and Magneto’s meeting didn’t go a little bit more like this 

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❝Well, short answer: no.❞

❝But I'm pretty sure he's the leader of a mutant terrorist organisation that kills a lot of people.❞

❝Huh.❞

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❝Who the heck celebrates father’s day anyway.❞

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❝Huh.❞

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❝Who the heck celebrates father's day anyway.❞

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At first he paid almost no attention to the picture. But then he caught sight of it. And then listened to what he said. Was-- this guy joking?

   ❝Firstly; that's impossible.

         Secondly; I look nothing like that.❞

               Thirdly; incredibly disturbed by how attractive Wanda looked.

He took the picture from the others grasp, looking it over for a second before looking back towards Tommy. Well, there was another thing that went in his favour; the quality of that picture. But shit like this didn't really exist. He hadn't even heard of a single mutant that could do it, let alone something on the scale where neither was aware.

But-- it did make sense.

               ❝----Fine. What else can you tell me about me?❞

He crossed his arms, and looked expectantly at him.

The first one was a given. Anyone could tell you that. Even though it was only half right; he also did it for the attention. Though, both that and the hungry thing could also be considered greed. So much for the first point——

But it was the second point that gained more of his attention. One that granted Tommy his entire concentration; Pietro had an assumption that the guy who he broke out of jail was his father. But it had never been proven, and so he had left the matter loose. He wanted to know for certain. But who in their right mind would go researching a known mutant terrorist for information such as the partners and children he had? If the cops ever saw him go after that type of information - they wouldn’t even bother to even knock at the door next time they came round.

So by this point, Pietro was more than suspicious of this guy. When he mentioned Wanda though — the only person in the goddamn world he’d go overboard to protect — that heightened through the roof. He got up from the bench, eyes locked on his; ❝How the fuck do you know about Wanda? Actually- no. How the fuck do you know about any of that?❞

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Pietro blinked, then nodded at the ID, not taking it from her; proof was all she needed. ❝Well, maybe I'm making you think I did something wrong or have something to hide, when in reality I'm just an ordinary teenager, hanging around, waiting for my friends.❞ He grinned. Ha. What friends? ❝Hey, I'll even tell you my name! Peter. Peter Maximoff. Good t'meet you, FBI Agent.❞

❝——‘Course I’m being truthful, miss. The most I’ve done is steal a popsicle from my sister. And most probably ruined her entire life just by existing as an annoying little shit in the same house as her. And for that, I’m eternally sorry.❞

❝If you’re a cop I have a right to see your badge number and ID. You do know that right?❞ Right? He had no idea if that was the law or not. But it sounded legit. One sure-fire way to know if he was in trouble or not. —Though, even if he was in trouble, at least he could cherish the look on her face if she found his secret supply of stolen Twinkies.

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PIETRO: You’d go walking in Central Park at night — dressed like that?!

WANDA: You promised not to mother me any more, remember? Besides, the day the Scarlet Witch can’t fend off a mugger, even the police had better hire bodyguards!

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The first one was a given. Anyone could tell you that. Even though it was only half right; he also did it for the attention. Though, both that and the hungry thing could also be considered greed. So much for the first point----

But it was the second point that gained more of his attention. One that granted Tommy his entire concentration; Pietro had an assumption that the guy who he broke out of jail was his father. But it had never been proven, and so he had left the matter loose. He wanted to know for certain. But who in their right mind would go researching a known mutant terrorist for information such as the partners and children he had? If the cops ever saw him go after that type of information - they wouldn't even bother to even knock at the door next time they came round.

So by this point, Pietro was more than suspicious of this guy. When he mentioned Wanda though -- the only person in the goddamn world he'd go overboard to protect -- that heightened through the roof. He got up from the bench, eyes locked on his; ❝How the fuck do you know about Wanda? Actually- no. How the fuck do you know about any of that?❞

Suspicion, good. At least that was familiar in the man who would become his uncle. Or, more likely of another Tommy. “You’re right. Sorry. Thomas Shepherd. From New Jersey if you couldn’t tell by the accent. Sometimes I go by Speed. For the obvious reason.”

"Ipromisenothingembarrassing. Andnothingoverlyweird. Not sure I wanna know what you find weird." He shrugged and held out his hand, making sure his hand covered the date on his twenty. "How about this. I promise that whether I’m right or wrong you’ll get the twenty and I’ll explain why I made those assumptions." If Pietro was anything like Tommy, knowing why would intrigue him more than anything else.

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❝---...❞ Pietro just looked at him. He would get the twenty even if he lost. So this basically wasn't a bet, or a deal or anything. It was just a confirmation of thoughts. He had the feeling this guy was trying to work something out. But-- he could trust him, right? Like, he had the super-fast speed thing; he was a mutant. What could he possibly want to verify with a complete and utter stranger though? Confused. Pietro was confused. To say the least.

But also reckless and beyond intrigued. So he agreed anyway.

❝Fine. Hit me, Speed. What assumptions do you have for me?❞

His uncle? Well, at least he knew someone. Pietro definitely hated how everyone was too slow for comfort. It was isolating. Lonely. The teen rose an eyebrow at the nickname, then glanced towards the money, ❝Are… yougoingtomakemeadmitsomeweirdshitaboutmyselforsomething? ‘Cause I don’t see any other point to it unless ya know me. And I’m pretty sure I don’t know you.❞ Pause. ❝Oh, and you never told me your name. Ruude.❞

Quicksilver. How the heck did he know that people called him that though? It was only a handful, but Jesus. If he knew about that— ..Who was this guy?