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Aug. 14th, 2006 01:54 amPiotr was made personal bodyguard to Tony Stark. "You're a good looking boy, Piotr. And I know I'd think twice about starting a riot with you looking down your Raybans at me." Mr. Stark told me.
He was almost thirty and still called 'boy'.
He was introduced at his first press conference as part of a wave of mutants "joining the good fight". It was only three reporters, walking with Stark and Peter Parker through Stark Industries.
"What's your affiliation, Mr. Raz-puten?"
"I am an X-man."
"No, no. Your party affiliation. Are you an elephant or a donkey?"
He wasn't sure if he was supposed to say he was a communist, or he wasn't an American citizen and couldn't vote, anyway. "...I do not have one."
"But you agree with current policy?"
He thought he was supposed to look to Stark for permission. "...no." But he's too honest.
That gave the reporter pause. "You don't?" And when Piotr continued to look down at him without expression, he went on, "So, why are you here instead of with all the other mutants?"
"...I would like to be considered an equal to a "normal" person. I would like my children to have a good life. It is hard to listen to my own story repeated by so many mutants. Years of experiments or imprisonment."
Stark pulled a diplomatic trick out of his hat at that point, and managed to steer the topic of conversation to some of the new government training programs and charity work he was helping head.
Peter had been trying to elbow him into submission, but he hadn't noticed.
Nights later, he was slightly drunk as he tried to sketch. It was a piece he had started weeks ago of Kitty cuddling Lockheed. And he had started to change Lockheed...
"How long have you known each other?" Peter startled him. He and most of the other residences of Stark kept looking in on him. Mary Jane kept bringing half burnt cookies.
It took him a moment to figure out he was talking about Kitty. "Almost eleven years now."
Peter whistled. "That's a long time, man."
"Da."
"You're just a master of conversation, aren't you?" When he finally gets a bit of a smile from Piotr, Peter hazards, "...do you really miss her that much?"
"Would you miss your wife if she was on the opposite side in all of this?"
"Yeah. Okay. You've got a point there." Peter pulls up a chair and settles in. "You...ah. You didn't actually eat anything M.J. gave you, right?"
"...no." And Piotr tries really hard to look sorry there.
Peter cracks up. "You're face! Don't worry about it, big guy! We'll hide from her borscht together!"
It was then that Piotr learned that was something worse to fear than Kitty's cooking.
He was almost thirty and still called 'boy'.
He was introduced at his first press conference as part of a wave of mutants "joining the good fight". It was only three reporters, walking with Stark and Peter Parker through Stark Industries.
"What's your affiliation, Mr. Raz-puten?"
"I am an X-man."
"No, no. Your party affiliation. Are you an elephant or a donkey?"
He wasn't sure if he was supposed to say he was a communist, or he wasn't an American citizen and couldn't vote, anyway. "...I do not have one."
"But you agree with current policy?"
He thought he was supposed to look to Stark for permission. "...no." But he's too honest.
That gave the reporter pause. "You don't?" And when Piotr continued to look down at him without expression, he went on, "So, why are you here instead of with all the other mutants?"
"...I would like to be considered an equal to a "normal" person. I would like my children to have a good life. It is hard to listen to my own story repeated by so many mutants. Years of experiments or imprisonment."
Stark pulled a diplomatic trick out of his hat at that point, and managed to steer the topic of conversation to some of the new government training programs and charity work he was helping head.
Peter had been trying to elbow him into submission, but he hadn't noticed.
Nights later, he was slightly drunk as he tried to sketch. It was a piece he had started weeks ago of Kitty cuddling Lockheed. And he had started to change Lockheed...
"How long have you known each other?" Peter startled him. He and most of the other residences of Stark kept looking in on him. Mary Jane kept bringing half burnt cookies.
It took him a moment to figure out he was talking about Kitty. "Almost eleven years now."
Peter whistled. "That's a long time, man."
"Da."
"You're just a master of conversation, aren't you?" When he finally gets a bit of a smile from Piotr, Peter hazards, "...do you really miss her that much?"
"Would you miss your wife if she was on the opposite side in all of this?"
"Yeah. Okay. You've got a point there." Peter pulls up a chair and settles in. "You...ah. You didn't actually eat anything M.J. gave you, right?"
"...no." And Piotr tries really hard to look sorry there.
Peter cracks up. "You're face! Don't worry about it, big guy! We'll hide from her borscht together!"
It was then that Piotr learned that was something worse to fear than Kitty's cooking.
