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Every single fiber of muscle in Quicksilver’s body had to strain themselves, struggle to hold as he had to fight every single urge he had to deck Cyclops and the others. Instead he let out a torrent of insults so fast that nothing could audibly come out of his mouth, and dashed off just to get away from the visor wearing fucker.

He just wanted one night, ONE FUCKING NIGHT, where he didn’t have to be Quicksilver. Where he could just be Pietro, go out and enjoy himself for once. He could not even finish a fucking beer before everyone had to go calling and begging for him to come help. Like every single X-Men were a bunch of toddlers and he had to go actually be a fucking grown up to show them how its done. The best part is when he tried to do what he felt was right, he got chastised, chewed out. Did they think he even joined them because he fucking felt like it?! Pietro was sick, sick of the way he was treated, sick with worry about his sister where ever she was, most of all just fucking sick of everything!

It took a bit of time but finally Pietro found himself out in a beach alone. He didn’t know where exactly and he didn’t care. His top pulled off as Pietro just laid back on the sandy shore just looking out at the quiet ocean ahead of him. A six pack of beer rested beside him. He almost ran off with it from the small corner store but before he could somehow make everything more worse. He just threw money on the counter as he darted past. Was it enough? Did the guy even notice? Pietro had long since not given a fuck about any of that.

Cranking open a beer Pietro mindlessly chugged down, keeping himself upright with one hand firmly planted into the firm but still soft sand. He couldn’t think straight with his conflicted feelings of confusion, rage, mild sadness, and an overall clueless thought about what to do next. He’d rather die at this point than go back to the mansion and get a lecture from the boy scout pain in the ass Cyclops. What the Hell did Xavier see in that asshole anyways? Another swig, another feeling that trying to decide anything at that point was fucking useless.

Pietro started to realize that someone was nearby as he finished the beer. Only he couldn’t be arsed to do anything besides belch and toss the empty beer bottle aside. “Look at you... it’s all just so... pathetic...” Quickly Pietro recognized the voice. His eyes shot wide open as he turned. The white dress of the woman held sway over her dark blue skin and red hair. Her lips perched in a smirk as Pietro gritted his teeth.

“Easy. The rest of the Brotherhood are still in Boston. Its just me.” Mystique calmly assured Pietro who didn’t buy it. Though he didn’t have any idea how she found him, or why they would go after him. Still Pietro’s eyes impatiently darted around the beach waiting for the first sign of a set up. Nothing though was coming, and Mystique clearly knew he was waiting for something that wasn’t coming.

Quietly she took a seat next to Pietro, who slid over away from her. “It must be so terrible...” Mystique started, glancing out to the same ocean Pietro was before. “You, one of the great heroes of the Latverian struggle. Reduced to the physical and emotional whipping boy of the X-Men.” Mystique gently placed a hand onto Pietro’s thigh. Its calming effect started to break through his differences. Still Pietro was trying to figure out what game she was playing.

“You know, its funny... To see someone finally realize the entire hypocrisy of Xavier’s little dream. Peace doesn’t come from holding hands, asking nicely for people to stop being mean, all that hippie crap.” Mystique scoffed at the last bits. Pietro had a hard time disagreeing with that idea. “Mutants and people will never co-exist, people of different colors for thousands of years couldn’t co-exist. No matter how much the X-Men refuse to see it.”

“Trust me, they don’t see a lot of things.” Pietro noted as he opened another beer, this time though opening a third which he passed to Mystique. “Hell, they had me go stop some asshole who was going to put Nightcrawler and Firestar into some mutant cure shit. Cyclops was too busy chewing me out while they let the guy get away!” The last Quicksilver saw of Herbert Landon the guy was slowly getting away. Since he was sure Cyclops was too busy having his head up his own ass he probably never noticed and let the guy get away.

“Hmm, frankly, you’re too good for them, and I think we’re all smart enough to see it.” Mystique noted, glancing over at Pietro. Looking him up and down and humming to herself in thought. “You know, maybe you need something new.” Getting up Mystique gently grasped Pietro’s arm. “I have an idea...”

Driving Pietro away, who mostly spent the night drive trying to find out where he was going before just taking a nap after giving up. He knew taking a ride from the leader of the Brotherhood had all the set up for something terrible. Though the shape shifter kept herself looking different from her blue hued normal appearances. Pietro couldn’t be bothered to put the top of his X-Men uniform on. Laying in the back of the car shirt less and probably looking as miserable as he felt.

When the car finally came to a stop Pietro opened his eyes to them having pulled up to a very unusual place, a small barber shop. Mystique led him inside where she greeted the barber and told him what to do as Pietro started to wonder again what the plan was. At this rate though he kind of enjoyed not knowing what was happening. Still the barber gave him a haircut that felt like all his anger falling away. His chin length hair getting trimmed down short, like he used to have it as a child. Treated so the brown hair dye he had been using for some time was coming off. Revealing his striking white hair under years of being hidden away under chemicals.

“Hmm, now this...” Mystique said as she leaned in while Pietro got a first good look at himself after the haircut. He had to admit he rather enjoyed the look. “This is someone who could use a fresh start. Someone who could have people listen to him and not the other way around. Do you know what I see looking in this mirror?” She leaned in close to Pietro’s ear.

“A true leader.”

Pietro started to grin at the idea, he liked the idea of people listening to him instead of having to take crap from others. The thoughts danced merrily in his mind until he started to see something else in the mirror. Something he hadn’t seen in a long time but hoped to never see again. It wasn’t something physically in the room, but it was the thing his mind created while Pietro looked in the mirror.

It was Erik Lansherr, looking back, grinning.