"And Lance, those pants look really nice and Freddy, those shoes look really sharp. If only we knew who was making all these wonderful clothes for everyone... What would you say to that person if you meet them?"

Toad blinked, "... y'know... I never really thought about it..."

"Yeah" Freddy looked down towards his feet, not that he could see them, "stuff just shows up..."

"And it never has labels, and it always fits" Lance added.

"Weird. Oh well" Pietro shrugged, "Just one of life's mysteries"

"Well I'd give that person a great big kiss on the cheek and dinner cause I've never had so many pretty dresses in my life! I mean, all the work this person must put into making everyone just what they need. Someone like that... But if you did meet the mystery man, what would you think? Would you laugh at him or what?"

"It's probably a chick" Toad commented thoughtfully, "I'd like to meet her... I wonder if she's single..."

Pietro smacked his forehead, "so that was a lovely conversation-ooo look! Distraction!" he pointed out the back window.

Lance eyed Pietro, "... something you wanna tell us quicky?"

Ciara was getting antsy, "Have you ever thought it might be a guy... Someone you might I dunno... know in real life." She pulled out her cellphone and frowned, no reply yet.

"Why would anyone we know do something like that?" Freddy asked.

"Yeah, everybody hates us" Toad rocked back and forth, unable to stay still even when sitting.

"No they don't!... They just..." She looked at Pietro and bit her tongue. She wasn't gonna be able to keep it a secret. "Mmmmmm..... Pietromakeseveryone'sprettyclothes!" S

The whole room stared at her, then burst out laughing in hilarity, Pietro just stood there awkwardly.
"Pietro! Yeah!" Toad giggled, doubling over, "right, like our speedy would be into that"

Freddy laughed as well, "Quicky ain't into that kind of girly stuff Ciara! Silly!"

Lance chuckled and shook his head, "yeah, Pietro into all that shit? I don't really see it, right man?" he looked to the speedster but at that moment Pietro was already gone.

"Pietro wait-..." She looked at them all and went one by one and slapped them across the head. "You just had to call it girly!" She rushed up the stairs, "Pietro! Come back here."

"Ow!"
"what?"
"where'd he go?" the brotherhood protested in confusion. Pietro wasn't anywhere in the house anymore.

"Damn it all... You guys! For once I wish you'd not act like boys! What do you think Pietro's been up to all this time! Where do you think all your nice clothes come from? Because HE takes the TIME to make everyone clothes! There's nothing GIRLY about it! He never said anything cause he was KNEW you'd laugh. But I thought you guys were better than that..." She slammed the door as she left the house. She'd head to his sewing place. Surely he'd be there.

She'd really f-ed it up this time.

"Pietro? Pietro are you here?"

The boys were left rather dumbfounded as Ciara marched out of view.

Off in Pietro's sewing land, the speed demon was going around, tearing bolts of fabric out of place and throwing them into the garbage bins around the room. "That's it!" he ranted furiously, "I'm never touching a damned stupid sewing machine again. To hell with all this crap. Who freaking cares about Egyptian cotton anyway? Dad can find somebody else who knows how to work with metal-laced materials. Toad can damn-well forget the swimsuit and next time Lance rips his jeans, that's on him!" he ripped one of his latest designs off a judy and kicked it over in a fit.

Ciara rushed over to him and grabbed a hold of him, "Stop, Stop! Pietro please stop. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. It's just so sad that you do all this work and no one thanks you." She held on tight, afraid he might exploded or something if she let go. "Calm down, Pietro. They thought I was joking. There's nothing wrong with liking to sew."

Pietro tried to pull away as she grabbed him and he rounded on her, "You swore you wouldn't tell ANYBODY!" he snapped at her, finally having slowed down enough to show the tears running down his face, "You don't know them like I do, you had no idea how they'd react but I do. They won't know how to keep their mouths shut, everybody in Genosha's gonna know now. I don't give a fucking DAMN about credit, I just wanted to do one thing, one thing that I actually enjoyed-one thing that I could actually be damned proud of. Something that even Dad was learning to appreciate from me and now it's all ruined. Who the hell is going to take me seriously now? But no, you go ahead and ruin everything like you always do" he finally yanked free of her, "Find someone else to make your stupid outfits."

Ciara didn't know what to say when she saw the tears. She felt her heart breaking at the look in his eyes. What had she done? "I...I was just..." She started to tear up as well, as she let him go, "I just thought... That maybe you could... I..." She felt like she'd just killed a man in cold blood. "I just wanted you to be happy...I'm sorry, I just..." She blacked away, "I was just so happy to know you of all people were making everyone's clothes I thought...I'm sorry."

"No" Pietro retorted, "you didn't think. Not everyone lives in your fairy-tale world McCoy, some of us actually have to work our asses off for a little respect. We can't all be the science wiz, or have the coolest and strongest powers known to mankind, or have all the damned friends in whole great damned world!" he swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the tears as fast as they fell, "Just get out." he finished, "Get out and leave me alone."

She looked down, "And once again, we go our own ways... Only this time I was the one who blew it...Good-bye." She left, more tears forming in her eyes as she turned to leave. Great, they had finally gotten things figured out and almost back to the way they were back in High School... But then he had to say that...

He was right. She was living a fucking fairy tale. Big house, loving father...fathers, crazy mutant powers and a boyfriend who seemed to forgive her no matter WHAT she did. And of course she'd try and be everyone's freaking friend.

"Yeah" Pietro scoffed, "I guess little miss PERFECT finally found a flaw" he called after her before turning away and flipping over a table angrily.

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around "I'm not perfect! I've never been freaking PERFECT! Yes cause my life has clearly been filled with sunshine and rainbows. What with all the experiments and hospital trips. At least I'm not trying to hid myself away while showing everyone else a mask of who I really am! So what if you like to sew? Who cares if you leather dying shoes?! This is who you are.

And the fact you have to act like this big tough guy while you're actually a kind and sweet speed demon is just SAD! " She was right in his face at this point.

Pietro shoved her back, "I don't have to act tough, I am tough. I'm not lying about who I am, I'm just hiding one side of it because I knew what would happen if people knew." he yelled right back in her face, "you just made a joke out of me, nobody out there is going to take me seriously and more than that, anybody who knows who my father is that makes him look back to. But y'know what? I'm sure it'll be fine because he has you.

And yeah, you are perfect. No matter what happens to you, you come out on top. You're smart and beautiful and people love you. You tear into the government and that gives you more credit. You disappear for days, even months on end and nobody argues much they're just happy to have you back. You know what happens if I do anything? I get locked up, and I get lectured and grounded. You don't know JACK. Why don't you just go off and kiss your immortal boyfriend goodbye so you can dine with the King of Sea and fix all Genosha's problems, again. Go be someone the world's actually proud of and leave the rejects like me behind. You can't fix us, so stop trying."

Ciara slapped him across the face. "YOu think it's easy being me? All the stress and time I take to make sure others are treated better? To make sure no one comes banging at our doors and drag us from our houses to kill us? You think it's a freaking picnic, dating a guy who instead of getting mad just shurgs it off and says it's all fine. That even though you typically had to cheat on him to f-ing surive he just says 'He's been through worst?!' Like I really just left the window open while it rained or some crap like that.

Your father loves you. Weather he shows it or not. You just... Gods, you're such a dick!"

"Oh poor little McCoy" Pietro shoved her again, "Taking on saving too many more lives than she can handle. My heart bleeds for you, really."

"Oh Poor Little Pietro. Too Afraid to show his passion cause people might laugh at him." She pushed back, harder, clearly not taking his shit anymore. "You're such a prick! Oh look at me, I'm gonna throw myself against this door frame and be all 'sexy' Oh look I'm Pietro, the king of Speed dating." She advanced, getting into his face. "When ever someone talks about something I like doing I just pretend I don't like it so people will think I'm COOL"

"You wanna go McCoy?" Pietro shoved her back with increasing energy, "I will you take you on anytime, anyplace."

"Oh... You think you can take me, Speedy? This 'PERFECT' mutant here would mind teaching you a lesson." She said as her freckles began to glow, "I eat mutants like you for breakfast." She stated, pushing her chest out, buffing herself up and changing at him, sending them both over the flipped table.