[X-Men + East Side Witches] Pagan

Although not a close escape, they got nothing.

At the gate of Xavier School, Pietro stopped and looked down at Greta.

The girl hung her head, motionless, listlessly like the dying little black cat in her arms.

"Are you okay?" Pietro asked.

"I can't see," Greta said, although her voice was steady, but there was still a tremor overflowing from the bottom of her voice, "Charlie's curse has taken effect." She looked up, and the look almost scared Pietro Jump.

The makeup on her face was smeared, and tears like blood hung on her cheeks.

She closed her eyes, her face was as white as a piece of thin paper.

"Greta?" Pietro exclaimed. "Let's go to the professor!"

"It's useless, it's a curse," Greta said, "Professor X can't help it," she raised the corners of her mouth, "unless he's also a wizard, um, a handsome wizard."

Pietro is dying, but the other party is still joking.

He didn't dare to be slow at all, and rushed back to his room like a girl.

Kurt was sleeping, when he heard the door being blown open by the wind, he jumped up, his tail raised up, and made an attacking posture.He didn't sit down on the bed until he saw who was coming, "What's the matter? You just came back?" He looked carefully and was startled, "Oh my God, is Greta injured?"

I have to say that Greta's current appearance is really ugly.

The girl was put on the bed by Pietro, and he let go of the already cold dead cat in his arms, and now he understood.

This was not his mother at all, but a black cat he found randomly.And that Charlie insisted on doing such a trick, just to disturb his mind and make it easier for him to cast a spell.

From the moment her mother disappeared to the time she started looking for her, she had already been targeted.

Later, he was found by the X-Men, cursed during Xavier's class, and went to the factory to find enemies through the curse, all of which were in their plan.

As for my mother, she didn't die so easily.

After Greta thought it through, her heart became cold.

Was she not the only one being targeted?Most of the mutants from the Browning family were here for the X-Men, and it was just a matter of taking care of her, an incompetent witch.It's just that now they have completely become grasshoppers on a rope and cannot be untied.

The girl glanced at each other, feeling a little strange in her heart.

"Greta is cursed," Pietro told Kurt. "She can't see anything now."

Kurt leaned over, trying to see the girl's eyes, but was pushed away by Pietro.

"Never mind," he said, "oh yes, get me a basin of water."

"What do you need water for?"

Greta leaned against the head of the bed, smiled and said for the boy, "Wash your face."

The witch who was dazzled and blind couldn't wash her face, so she could only ask this fast-running kid.Greta sat by the bed, first took off her skirt and put on Pietro's T-shirt, then braided her hair and waited for the boy who brought the cotton pads.

Probably because he was afraid that she was changing clothes, Pietro came back very slowly, he didn't run back, and the sound of footsteps resounded clearly in the corridor.

It was late at night, and Kurt, who had been occupied in the dormitory, had no choice but to find other classmates for a night.

"How do I use this?" Pietro held the bottles and jars at hand, feeling a little helpless.

"Wet the sponge with makeup remover and remove the stuff from my face," Greta said, before she hesitated. "I'll do it myself."

"Forget it," Pietro refused, and he moved the stool forward. "You can't see anything, and your face is painted like a cat. Don't make things worse. What if you rub it into your eyes?" He raised his hand Wearing a cotton pad, I am eager to try it. My sister also has these things, but I never let myself play with it.

Before the girl could continue to get along, Pietro took this object he had never touched and slowly wiped the makeup off the girl's face.

I have to say, it's amazing.

The exaggerated lipstick and blush were wiped off, revealing the girl's slightly pale face.

After the brow shape is restored, the whole temperament is soft and limp, no longer domineering.

"Eyeliner...what to do?" Pietro said, the other party's eyes were closed, and he was a little helpless, "I can't wipe it off with your eyes closed."

"I can open my eyes, but don't be afraid." Greta said leisurely, "This curse makes my eyes... strange."

"Open it." Pietro said, after all, he has seen the apocalypse.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, the fundus of her eyes was blood red, there was no distinction between the eyeballs and the whites of the eyes, and she looked very scary.

Pietro looked her in the eye and waved his hand in front of her.

"Can you see it?"

"There is light, but I can't see clearly."

Pietro said angrily: "I underestimated that person. I thought I would not be controlled. If I hadn't been careless, you wouldn't have been cursed." He stretched out his hand cautiously, as if touching a Like the soft wings of a butterfly, it helps girls remove the heavy makeup from the corners of their eyes.

Looking closer, the girl's skin is very delicate, like precious porcelain from the East.

——If the other party has mysterious oriental blood, Pietro will definitely not be surprised at all.

After removing the makeup, Greta leaned over and washed her face with warm water to remove the excess makeup remover on her face, and then wiped her face with a towel handed by Pietro.

Sitting on the bed with her knees hugged, she let out a soft breath.

"No," Greta finally answered the other party's previous sentence, "There is no reason for you."

Pietro, who had been sitting by the bed, looked at her nervously.

"You've helped me a lot," Greta said softly, "thank you, no one has ever helped me."

After a girl removes her makeup, she looks like a child again.

Sometimes she is like an older sister, but more often she is more like a little sister who needs someone to take care of.

This feeling is very familiar to Pietro, because his own sister Wanda is also such a person.Beautiful, pale, I care about everything in my heart, I don't often speak my mind, sometimes I am mature and strong, sometimes I am very fragile.

And his sister is also known as the Scarlet Witch.

Anyway, both of them are witches.

Thinking about it this way, Pietro got closer to Greta psychologically.

"Peter," Greta whispered, "this is the first time I'm blind," she smiled helplessly, "talk to me, I'm a little scared."

Kurt obviously won't come back, Pietro thought for a while, gave up his bed to Greta, climbed onto Kurt's bed by himself, and the two of them faced each other across an aisle, one could see , one invisible.

"Let me tell you about my past," Pietro said, his voice brisk, trying to make the other person happy.

Greta heard a snap in the room.

The whole room went dark.

"Now I can't see either."

Pietro said happily.

The fast kid lived in the basement until he came to Xavier.

He is a troublemaker and a troublemaker. Compared with his well-behaved and sensible sister, he is the nightmare of the entire neighborhood near their home, and also the nightmare of his single mother.

Because of his superpowers, no one can beat him, and likewise, he has no friends.Many people regard him as an enemy and a monster, especially when the conflict between humans and mutants is intensifying.He can only hide in the basement all day long, playing table tennis with himself, and then secretly bring some things back, including snacks and a TV.

Snacks because he likes to eat, but more because of boredom.

"So the first time you worked with mutants was to break into the Pentagon?" Greta's voice raised slightly.

Pietro heard the girl's admiration, and said very proudly: "Yes, I rescued Magneto. I saved the three of them by myself. Do you know who Magneto is?"

Greta shook her head: "I don't know."

"It's strange, why do you know nothing about mutants?" Pietro was a little frustrated, "He is a particularly powerful mutant, and he fights for his compatriots."

Greta listened quietly.

In the other party's narrative, this Magneto can control metals and magnetic fields. As long as there is metal, he is invincible. Similarly, his destructive power is also amazing. He once demolished a football field with his bare hands.

"He seems like a demolition brigade." Greta was dumbfounded. "Why is he so keen on demolition?"

Facing the girl who completely missed the point, Pietro covered his forehead: "Don't you think it's amazing!"

"...Awesome." Greta didn't mean it. "He must have been a brat when he was a child. He's very similar to you."

Pietro froze for a moment, swallowed his saliva, and didn't answer.

"So, you and Magneto are allies? Why doesn't he live at the school?"

Good question, all Pietro can't explain.

"Not counting, we once encountered a very powerful enemy called Apocalypse." Pietro said, "A very weird man, um... and very powerful. He seems to be a very early mutant, it should be us senior."

Greta was lying on the bed, as if listening to a ridiculous story.

In the story, Apocalypse, the ancestor of mutants, wanted to obtain the ability of Professor X, and summoned his own Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, which included not only Orolo, but also Magneto.

"Magneto? He actually became someone else's follower?" Greta was surprised, "It should be someone else following him."

"Yes! I think so too." Pietro said enthusiastically, "But in the end he protected Professor X, and then killed Apocalypse with Qin, Scott, and Orolo."

Greta was thoughtful: "It's amazing, what about you?"

"I..." Pietro felt embarrassed, "I only punched him a few times, and then he broke his leg."

Greta was startled, speechless.

"It's all right now!" Pietro quickly explained, "Look at how fast I run now."

It is true to say so, but there is always a time when the other party cannot run or jump.

The girl was a little sad. She buried her face in her arms and said sullenly, "You are all superheroes." It was because they were protecting the world that she could find her mother unscrupulously in the East District.

Greta thought.

After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Pietro could already see the girl's face. He sat cross-legged and smiled after hearing this sentence.There are deep dimples on the cheeks, if the moonlight shines in, it should be able to fill them all.

"What do you do after the fracture?" After a long time, Greta suddenly asked, "You like runners so much."

"That time was very boring, but Scott and the others were with me, so it was okay." Pietro said, "My bones are relatively hard and grow fast. But sometimes I see others running with a cane, I thought, what are you trying to do?"

Greta's eyelashes trembled: "What are you drawing? Haven't you thought about going home?"

"Not nothing," Pietro said matter-of-factly, "but being an X-Men is important."

It is also important to use one's own ability that has been criticized by humans to save the world.

Listening, Greta laughed. She lay down on the other party's bed and grabbed the quilt carelessly to cover her body.

"You're right, it's important to find your mother, so I can live with it."

Pietro also laughed. He stretched out his hand and quickly patted the opponent's hand: "Come on, clap your hands!"

"You are amazing," Greta said with a smile, "I want to regain my strength and take revenge."

In the darkness, the boy stared at the girl without blinking.

He appeared by her bedside after her last coda.

"If you promise to help you, I will always help you." He covered the girl's eyes with his hands, "Although I don't know witchcraft, I won't bounce back the curse." He paused, then spoke again, " But what I didn’t tell you is that besides Pietro’s identity,” he smiled, “I’m still the X-Men’s Quicksilver.”

No one is faster than me.

Greta's long eyelashes trembled slightly under the boy's hands.

"There is no good night kiss, I'm asleep!" Pietro said anxiously, his heart moved.

Like a gust of wind, the mature man with a low tone just now seemed to have disappeared.

Greta cut out: "Who wants your goodnight kiss?!"

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