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Good Old-fashioned Mutant Manpain

Characters: Santo and YOU!
Date: Backdated a little from Thursday to Sunday
Location: Outside the city, turtle's head, wherever!
Situation: Santo is in a pretty low place after a certain scarlet woman showed up here
Warnings/Rating: Eeeeeehhh... No warnings other than teenage boy angst.

Of all the enemies to mutants that had to show up here, it had to be her. It just had to be the Scarlet Witch, the woman who wasn't even really the enemy, and still she nearly wiped out their entire species, and made them so weak that other people nearly succeeded in finishing that job. He could have handled Magneto, Mystique, or any other Brotherhood of Evil Mutant that showed up here. He could just punch those problems away.

But not her. All he could do with Wanda was be angry and nothing else, because she was still a "hero", she'd just been manipulated. And this wasn't even the same Wanda, so apparently that meant that he'd lost the right to even be mad at her.

But he could just stop being angry tight now. It wasn't a switch he could turn off and just forget about this whole thing. It wasn't that easy.

How was he supposed to ever be okay with her being here, same Witch or not. Because of the one he knew, it wasn't just all his friends who lost their powers. Because of her an entire bus of depowered students, his friends, was blown up, Kevin went crazy, Laurie was shot, and Cessily was tortured. Because of her, though more of a stretch, Nicky died, Kurt died, Julian lost his arms...

Too much pain that he couldn't even remember all the terrible things that happened anymore.

He couldn't deal with it, and he didn't want to blow up at her or anybody else again because of it. He didn't like having all these feelings, and he didn't want people to know how weak, and sad, and freaking scared he felt just be her existing. So he's staying out of the city for a few days, away from the network, and punching whatever he can find that isn't alive to feel it, before exploding into a million pieces and putting himself together again in a way that will make his body stronger, larger... Anything that would make him more capable of handling this.

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Santo force once doesn't have much energy or will to either nudge Victor or put his arm around him. He's tired, he's still kind of scared, and he's still expecting for Victor to scold him for how he blew up earlier.

"You did, huh?" He looks down. "I'm really surprised you're not more ticked at me... And you're not that bothered. We can't both be freaking out right now, especially since I'm not going to let anything happen."

Victor does kind of want to yell at Santo. But his friend is tired so he'll let him rest. Considering the situation, he can't argue with the exploding.

"I did," he says. "I'm a little ticked," he admits. "And you're right, I'm not as bothered as I was before I found out she's not the one of her from where we're from. That doesn't mean I'm not bothered at all, though," he closes his eyes. "Honestly, despite every rational part of me saying not to be...I'm a little scared. And mad. Even if I know she didn't do it on purpose...it's still the Scarlet Witch..." he trails off, letting Santo figure out what he means. "I'm not freaking out. Just...bothered by it."

"See, I'm still the same level of bothered, but..." He sighs, because this really just takes the wind out of his sails and drives how how stupid he's being right now. "I'm angry, Victor. I want to be angry with her so bad, but she's not the right one. So even that's being taken from me, so..."

Santo takes a deep breath, because he can't believe that he's about to admit this, and if it was anybody other than Victor, he never would. "I can't be angry at her now, Victor. So now I'm stuck with nothing left other than to be scared of what she's going to do... Not for me, but for you and the others. And since I can't yell at this Scarlet Witch, I can't think of anything other than the scared part."

Victor's quiet as Santo speaks. He listens closely to his friend, trying to think of something to say or do to make him feel better.

"I'm not sure what to do or think about either. Maybe...all we can do is just wait and try to make sure nothing takes control of her or manipulates her here..."

The thing is... Santo doesn't really know if he wants to feel better. He doesn't even feel all that bad anymore, but he wanted to be angry before and he never got that out of his system, so now he's just conflicted and worn down.

"I'm thinking sanity checks are a must... And if Magneto shows up next, I don't care what reality he comes from, I'm punching him in the face so freaking hard."

"Please don't," Victor sighs. "Unless he does something to deserve it," he adds. "We don't need to provoke anything that doesn't need to happen."

"No promises," Santo grunts, looking over at Victor and nudging him gently. He's trying to get back to normal, but it's harder than he wants it to be. "It's been a long time coming, dude, and I couldn't back on Utopia because Cyclops wouldn't let me..." Yeah, that's the only reason.

Victor nudges back. "Cyclops wouldn't let you and Magneto back home could have ended you before you got out the first 'You're gonna get rocked!'," he teases gently, doing an impression of Santo's voice.

"Please! What is Mags even gonna do to me here? Bend spoons all over me?" Santo scoffs, playing tough even though they both know that Magneto freak both of them out. "Unless you're secretly Wolverine, Magneto is a total chump."

He pulls Victor into a headlock for the impression, though it's loose... More of a huggy totally not a hug. "He'd be rocked and rolled before he could even get his dentures in."

"Or just beat you up with a spoon," he says, rolling his eyes but still smiling. "Tell that to him to his face. But let me make popcorn first."

Vic flails a little when pulled into that headlock. "Dude, you are so dead if Magneto ever hears this."

"I'm not getting beaten up by a spoon," He rolls his eyes too. "Just about everything else at least once, but the day that silverware beats the crap outta me is the day I quit heroing," Except that was never going to happen once they were out of the Jean Grey School.

"So I guess that means you better not narc on me if the asshole ever shows up. Until then, I'm saying whatever I want."

"If it's a Magneto spoon, you would," Victor teases. "Dude! Don't say that. It's like asking for some super nut job calling themselves the Silver Spoon to show up."

He smiles a bit. "Since when have I ever narced on you?"

"Come on, Victor. What's he going to really do to me? It's not like he can bend me or make me bleed..." If he has to be afraid of Wanda, he's not going to be afraid of an old grandpa too.

"Not once," Santo smiles a bit, looking over at Victor. "But you better if it saves your own ass from a good spooning... That didn't come out right."

"Toss you into orbit, bury you under tons upon tons of debris, break apart your body like Alani told me Warpath did to you, and more. It's Magneto, he's to the X-men like Dr. Doom is to the Fantastic Four. Don't underestimate him."

Vic just laughs. "Not anywhere close to right."

"That so did not happen!" It might have happened, actually. Just like the time Hulk took his arms off and punted him across the city, which also totally didn't happen. "Yeah, but he did all that back in his prime and junk, you know? He's gotta be at least eighty by now."

Santo laughs a little too, finally. This was helping him not think about everything else going on here. "Well, whatever you and Wally do in the privacy of your room is none of my business."

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"Alani and Ben say otherwise," Victor replies with a grin, poking his friend playfully. And Vic saw that happen so there's no denying it. Saw it from a distance...but saw it. "Santo, he's from World War II. If he's still alive and kicking like he is now, age will not stop him so easily."

"Damn right it's not," Victor laughs again.

Santo just shrugs. He knows that Magneto could probably hand him his ass seven ways from Sunday. No need to hammer the point any more.

"Hey, and just so you know, I have a date now too."

"What?" now that has Victor's attention. "You got a date? When? And with who? C'mon, man. Spill it."

"It's with Kara," Santo waits for a moment, because he knows Victor is going to get all proud and stuff. He was the one trying to get Santo to ask her out out months ago, after all. "I don't know about the when yet, just that she agreed to go out with me... You know, as just friends and nothing more... Probably.

"Because I'm pretty sure I already messed it up."

"Dude!" Victor smiles, shoving his friend playfully. "Way to go man. And just friends is how it starts. Heck, me and Wally started as just friends," he points out.

"What? How?"

Santo laughs a little, shoving back. "Yeah, don't get too excited, Vic. I'm pretty sure I was friend-zoned before she even agreed to the date."

He shrugs a little. "I probably said too much, and... Yeah, apparently dating is a huge deal on her planet. Like... They pretty much have to make babies."

"Don't count yourself out yet, Santo. Things are only just getting started," Vic counters.

He stares for a moment and then shakes his head. "Still, unless she called off the date, you probably didn't mess anything up too badly."

"She didn't call off the date because it's just a friends date... Like the ones she's been going on with Zatanna," He shrugs a little, but doesn't seem too bothered really. At the very least, talking about this is a lot easier than talking Wanda and how he's still frustrated and scared even after going off on his own for a week.

"It's like... Only a sex thing for her, and I can't reproduce."

"Dude," Victor takes a deep breath. "Still. Don't give up yet. It's still a date and she may end up liking you."

"Dude, seriously...don't be so down on this before it even happens."

"I don't think how much she likes me really matters, bro," He grumbles about it too... Apparently for kryptonians, dating and romantic stuff was all reserved for the people they were selected as compatible with. Some crazy arranged breeding system or whatever.

"And I'm not being down on this," He rubs the back of his neck. Yeah, he kind of was. "I'm happy she said yes, dude. I'm just being realistic too."

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