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When he got the call, he didn't storm off, he didn't cry and rend his clothes.
When he got the call, Peter Winston Wisdom went off alone, and got blind, stinking drunk. For four days.
In his line of work, when someone important died, that was what one did. You memorialized them alone. Especially when there wasn't a body to bury, which was often a sad fact. He'd done it for Meggan Braddock.
How could he not for Katherine Pryde?
He'd spent the first day sober afterward trying to figure out how to track an interstellar bullet, and taking stock of everywhere he knew to get his hands on a spaceship. More an intellectual exercise than anything else, really. After all, he didn't know the first thing about astrogation.
Pete liked to pretend, in the dark watches of the night, after breaking up altercations between Jacqui and Blade, that she was there, somewhere, waiting for him. Having faith that he'd find her.
Hell, knowing Kitty, she'd find her own way back. That's what X-Men did, right? They came back.
He'd try to be a patient man, and wait. Until then, he'd stand watch, eyes on the skies, remembering the sleepy way she'd smile at him in the morning. Remembering everything.
When he got the call, Peter Winston Wisdom went off alone, and got blind, stinking drunk. For four days.
In his line of work, when someone important died, that was what one did. You memorialized them alone. Especially when there wasn't a body to bury, which was often a sad fact. He'd done it for Meggan Braddock.
How could he not for Katherine Pryde?
He'd spent the first day sober afterward trying to figure out how to track an interstellar bullet, and taking stock of everywhere he knew to get his hands on a spaceship. More an intellectual exercise than anything else, really. After all, he didn't know the first thing about astrogation.
Pete liked to pretend, in the dark watches of the night, after breaking up altercations between Jacqui and Blade, that she was there, somewhere, waiting for him. Having faith that he'd find her.
Hell, knowing Kitty, she'd find her own way back. That's what X-Men did, right? They came back.
He'd try to be a patient man, and wait. Until then, he'd stand watch, eyes on the skies, remembering the sleepy way she'd smile at him in the morning. Remembering everything.