[X-Men + East Side Witches] Pagan

As far as Pietro has not been, there should be relatively few places. As far as his ability is concerned, it is not a big problem to calmly enter and exit the bank vault for several times, not to mention that he once easily invaded the Pentagon and brought out the Magneto is coming.

But he likes the girl's room, which is still a strange and tempting field for him.

In the eyes of boys, it is no less than the existence of Eden.

Before entering the house, Pietro guessed whether the witch's room would be filled with things like cauldrons, medicine bottles, astrolabes, staffs, etc., but when he really went in, the boy discovered that the little witch from home was different from ordinary people. 20-year-old girls are not much different.

Log-colored furniture and floor, scattered books on the bed, an alarm clock notebook and a small potted plant on the bedside table, the window is very bright, you can clearly see the night sky outside, floral curtains are tied on both sides, and books on the bookcase It is full of places, and there are some handmade felt decorations.

Greta put down the curtains, and when she turned around, she saw the boy sitting on the bed, hugging a bear she had put on the bed in his arms, and they looked at each other, as if they hit it off, she couldn't help laughing: "You guys They look alike."

Before the words were finished, the little bear fell out of Pietro's arms, which startled the boy instead.

"Hi, I'm Pietro." With a rough voice, Greta imitated the boy's tone and accent, and manipulated the little bear with the magic between her fingers, making it jump up and down, raising her hand to say hello, with a naive appearance.

The boy didn't look at the bear. Instead, he looked at the girl. She was leaning against the beige wallpaper. Her hair was not very long, but curled at the end, hanging on her chest, her eyes were bright, and her skin was fair.

This is the first time that Pietro has looked at the other person so carefully. He observes and acts as fast as he does, so that when he looks at a person seriously like an ordinary person, he finds that the girl is different from what he thinks. , Thin, or slightly witchy enchanting, it's not the same.

Greta is not much different from an ordinary girl, and even the moment when Pietro distinguishes her from a human being is only when she crushes Charlie's eyeballs.

The girl raised her eyes and retracted her hand.

The little bear groaned, turned his face down, and patted it flat on the bed sheet.

"Look at me, isn't it nice?" she asked.

Pietro made a thoughtful look: "Let me think about it..."

Greta glared at him: "Still thinking about it?"

The boy laughed, raised the little bear, made a gesture of bowing, then narrowed his throat, and said in a pretentious manner: "Greta is the prettiest, I won't lie to you."

The girl is satisfied with this.

Because I didn't know in advance that Pietro was coming, and Greta's house had never had any visitors, so I could only let the boy share a bed with me.After taking a bath, she wiped her hair and returned to the room, and saw that the other party was obediently covering the quilt and leaning against the head of the bed, holding the little bear in her arms, looking as obedient as possible, with a bright smile on her face , with deep dimples, is a harmless boy.

Greta raised her eyebrows: "Did you go to bed?"

Pietro was startled, and immediately asked pitifully, "Then shall I sleep on the sofa?"

No matter how you think about it, the small sofa less than 1.6 meters can accommodate him who is more than 1.8 meters.

Greta looked at him and didn't speak, until the other party really panicked, she burst out laughing, and said with a smile: "You lied to me, where else can I ask you to sleep?"

Pietro immediately cheered up, knowing that he would only sleep for one night, but it was not bad to chat under the quilt.

After taking a hot bath, Greta felt that the chill in her body had been dispelled a lot. She became very afraid of the cold in this kind of weather, as if she was wrapped in the chill anytime and anywhere.

Throwing down the towel, the girl crawled into the quilt, lay down on her side, and snapped her fingers, and the lights in the room went out.

"Sleepy?" Pietro asked.

"A little bit." Especially after meeting the boy, Greta felt both lethargic and exhausted, and she was drowsy all night. "I probably saw you, so I feel relieved."

Pietro laughed: "You miss me so much? Then why don't you go back to Xavier?"

"I'm afraid you will be angry." Greta said, "And I don't have the guts to recall what happened that day."

Not only her, but also boys.

He would dream of that nightmare almost every night, as if he had fallen into the vortex of memory, and he couldn't climb up no matter how hard he tried.

At the moment when Magneto was injured and Greta desperately tried to stop the older witch, Pietro felt as if he was about to die with him, and the despair was even greater than he faced the invincible apocalypse.

So now that he can hug Greta, and the two of them are still lying on the same bed, Pietro feels as if he is born again.

"Is it too dark?" The girl asked suddenly.

In fact, no, from the window of her room, you can see the window of Joanna's room, and the light there is still on, and the light shines into the room through the curtains.

"Ok?"

"I suddenly remembered that moment I couldn't see..." Greta pointed to the ceiling and said, "Look, Pete."

The boy looked over, and saw that the original white wall suddenly turned into a dark blue sky, and countless stars were flickering in the night sky. At that moment, he felt that he was in the vast universe, and even the sound of the girl's breathing in his ears became Distant ethereal up.

"It's beautiful," Pietro marveled. "I'm so lucky to have a wizard girlfriend."

He kissed the girl's hair, which was a strange world to him.

"By the way, your aunt hasn't slept yet?" After a while, the boy suddenly asked.

The girl groaned, turned over, and leaned into the boy's arms.

"Maybe she can't sleep," she explained. "Since my mother was seriously injured, she seldom goes to bed early, and she is researching the method of dehypnosis every night. She said that the worst result is that my mother will never sleep." She couldn't wake up, she couldn't breathe, she didn't have a heartbeat, and she needed magic to keep going." Greta said, "She was hurt so badly that it would kill a witch like me ten or eight times."

Pietro hugged each other tightly, and smelled the girl's good smell. She probably used milk-flavored shower gel, and her breath was soft, which seemed very...delicious.

The boy was startled by his own thoughts, this is not a good time to be distracted.

Greta didn't know what the silver-haired boy beside her was thinking. She said wearily, "If I find Goering, I will kill him myself."

"I'll catch him for you, and then feed him chowder." Pietro said, "What kind of torture do witches use? Test them all on him."

The girl was amused by him: "To be honest, I'm so happy that you can come to me."

"I am also very happy to have found you."

"How did you see me? I obviously used a spell to hide my body." Greta asked.

"The woods," Pietro said, "the moment you opened the door to come out, I found a little bit of a hole, and then walked around your house, um... ate a fondant cookie that your aunt baked, Then I followed you all the way to the small house, it was strange, since I saw you again, your invisibility spell seemed to be invalid."

Greta thought for a while, and found that she really couldn't figure out where she had made a flaw, so she simply buried her face in the boy's chest, and said sullenly, "Then it's the power of love."

Pietro brushed the girl's messy hair behind her ear and repeated what he had said: "It will be fine, your mother will wake up, for sure."

"I'm worried about her, and I don't know how her memory has been tampered with," the girl said. "I'm curious about my father."

"Your mother mentioned it?"

"Yes," Greta said, "She once said that my father and she were not of the same kind, and died because of her, but at that time her memory was already confused, and she was instructed by Goring to separate us," Speaking of this, the girl sneered, "If we really never see each other because of this incident, then it suits Goering's mind, presumably even if we are not dead, it would not be difficult for him to come back and kill us one by one... ...but he still underestimated."

"Did you underestimate the power of love?" Pietro laughed lightly.

The moonlight sprinkled quietly on the two people hugging each other on the bed, quiet but soft and bright.

"I think there must be something else hidden," the boy said, "Although my mother, she often said that she is afraid of Magneto and doesn't want me to have anything to do with him, but I think she still loves him... well, But she didn't say it."

"It's really hard to hate someone," Greta whispered, she seemed to be falling asleep, her voice was low and soft, "Why can Goring regard hatred as something that keeps him alive...why can he Don't care about the sacrifices of those around him?" She thought of the beautiful blond man who died because of him, body and body.

Pietro thought for a while: "Probably because he thinks he has been betrayed."

He regarded Barbie as his best friend and shared the future with him, but Barbie defected to Magneto. Later, even his research no longer belonged to Goring, and they even had differences in their fundamental positions.

"Should this also be a kind of love?" Pietro said hesitantly, "Love breeds hatred."

"Did Magneto tell you what happened to them before?" Greta managed to pull herself together, not forgetting to joke, "Father tells stories to his son."

Pietro smiled, stroked the girl's long hair, and said, "He's not that important..."

Greta gave a cut and fell silent.

After a while, her breathing became longer, and Pietro knew that the other party was asleep, so he pulled the quilt and hugged her tighter.Everyone was so tired during this time that they couldn't get a good night's sleep for a long time.

Pietro closed his eyes, feeling his heart was heavy and extremely at ease.

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