I'll learn to love to hate it [Complete]
Characters: Pietro and whoever feels like dealing with a jerk speedster.
Content: Pietro is getting fed up with the place but there's nothing he can do about it. Frustration ensues!
Location: Somewhere near the East River.
Time of day: Morning.
Warnings: None so far.
Pietro had been running for days, only stopping when it was necessary or he got too tired, simply because stopping wasn't an option in his mind. He just had to be moving, doing something, or else he felt like he would go insane. Though the running wasn't much use as he was still trapped and it was so frustrating. The only good thing that had come of all the running was that by now he knew Manhattan like the palm of his hand.
It wasn't like he was incapable of sitting still. Sitting still was easy when you had a good roof over your head, a nice TV and plenty of housemates to annoy. But that wasn't the case here. More than once had he been chased out of a house because those monstrous crabs had gotten in and he didn't have anyone from the Brotherhood here. He was all on his own. Not that it was a problem, he always considered himself to be on his own. But a familiar face to annoy would be nice as that would keep his mind off things. He'd even take Wanda for company. Hell, he had started missing the mundane little things like fighting for the remote control. Which of course was just stupid and wrong.
So it was something that needed to be fixed but, as he paced back and forth at the riverbank, he realized it was something that just couldn't be fixed. No matter how much he calculated things in his head there was just no way he could cross the river. He could only run so far at his original speed before he was forced to slow down and without that velocity he was in for a swim. Not to mention the weird thing that happened with the boat people were talking about.
Not that he'd been paying much attention to the network but it had been hard to miss all the commotion. Now they were saying it might be impossible to leave and that was something Pietro refused to believe so here he was...slowly going nuts.
He could hear the scuttling of crabs behind him but he didn't budge, merely started impatiently tapping his foot and fidgeting on the spot as he had stopped pacing. They were a good few feet away and he could easily escape in time if they decided to attack. Right now his attention was on the river and the river only.
Content: Pietro is getting fed up with the place but there's nothing he can do about it. Frustration ensues!
Location: Somewhere near the East River.
Time of day: Morning.
Warnings: None so far.
Pietro had been running for days, only stopping when it was necessary or he got too tired, simply because stopping wasn't an option in his mind. He just had to be moving, doing something, or else he felt like he would go insane. Though the running wasn't much use as he was still trapped and it was so frustrating. The only good thing that had come of all the running was that by now he knew Manhattan like the palm of his hand.
It wasn't like he was incapable of sitting still. Sitting still was easy when you had a good roof over your head, a nice TV and plenty of housemates to annoy. But that wasn't the case here. More than once had he been chased out of a house because those monstrous crabs had gotten in and he didn't have anyone from the Brotherhood here. He was all on his own. Not that it was a problem, he always considered himself to be on his own. But a familiar face to annoy would be nice as that would keep his mind off things. He'd even take Wanda for company. Hell, he had started missing the mundane little things like fighting for the remote control. Which of course was just stupid and wrong.
So it was something that needed to be fixed but, as he paced back and forth at the riverbank, he realized it was something that just couldn't be fixed. No matter how much he calculated things in his head there was just no way he could cross the river. He could only run so far at his original speed before he was forced to slow down and without that velocity he was in for a swim. Not to mention the weird thing that happened with the boat people were talking about.
Not that he'd been paying much attention to the network but it had been hard to miss all the commotion. Now they were saying it might be impossible to leave and that was something Pietro refused to believe so here he was...slowly going nuts.
He could hear the scuttling of crabs behind him but he didn't budge, merely started impatiently tapping his foot and fidgeting on the spot as he had stopped pacing. They were a good few feet away and he could easily escape in time if they decided to attack. Right now his attention was on the river and the river only.