Song: Truth

Artist: Seether

Pietro winced as he felt his fractured ribs grind against each other.  Everyt breath burned, and every step was agony.  "Aren't we supposed to be on the same side?" he asked nobody, gazing into his mirror.  The black eye he had aquired during the training session was already fading, more than half healed.

Ah, the joys of a speedster's motabalism.  It made it easy to hide the hurts.

"Alright," Pietro asked himseld.  "What are we doing tonight?"