Thrift Shop Superhero

May 15, 2015:

Kitty helps Pietro pick out a superhero outfit.

Xavier's School

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Fade In…

Kitty's phone chirrups, bings, vworp-vworps or whatever other sound it makes when it receives a text message.
Pietro: « Are suspenders cool? »
A pause.
« Asking for a friend. »
Pause.
« OK. Asking for me. Think I need secret identity so I don't get deport. »

*

Kitty glances at her phone, eyebrow rising as she reads the multiple texts from Pietro. Deftly, she responds,

«Suspenders are not cool for secret identities.»

«Do you need help with your outfit?»

*

There's a bit of a pause, which probably feels like an eternity to Pietro.
« I have macademia nut cookies. »
« And maybe some vodka. »

*

«That sounds like a good trade for fashion advice.»

«Where should I meet you?»

*

« Well… » Pietro texts.
« I'm in my room. »
« It only smells kind of weird. »

*

Kitty smirks, but starts gathering up a thing or two. Lockheed scrambles along behind her as she starts walking.

«I'll be right there.»

And as they live in the same building, it's not too long before she's knocking on his door.

*

That leaves Pietro only a few minutes to make sure embarrassing dirty things are shoved into a basket and tucked into a closet - that food wrappers are swept away, and the window is open to let fresh air in. Fortunately, that's fairly easy to accomplish when you're as fast as he is.
By the time Kitty comes to the door, his room is actually quite neat. His hair is ruffled from the running. "Hey. Uh, hey. Come in." He steps back to let her in. There's three big bags of clothes sitting on his bed. The walls are decorated with classic rock posters, and some modern ones with cyrllic script. His closet is already packed full of clothes, most of them metallic. He has a row of sneakers, lined up in order of how worn out they are. A few towards the end look like they'd fall apart if he wore them again.
It's not that he's a bit of a clothes horse (he is), it's that he tends to wear out clothes faster than your average person. He should probably toss out half of what's jammed into the closet. But when you grow up with nothing, it's hard to get rid of things.

*

Kitty laughs, glancing around the room. She expected it to be far worse off than it actually is by his text. Tucked under her arm is a bottle of Febreze. "I brought some Febreze since you said it smelled a bit weird. But, it's actually pretty clean. I'm impressed." Her eyes drift to the large bag of clothes and that's, in fact, where Lockheed goes immediately. He noses at it, flitting up to land on top of one of the bags.

"Wow, you weren't kidding. Where'd you get all those?" She steps in, moving over to root through what he may have in store.

*

"Thrift stores. Vintage stores. One of those shops that sells a bunch of different t-shirts and things." Pietro owns an honest-to-goodness 80s boom box. A tape is playing, though the music is quite low. Rolling Stones - Story of the Stones. "I really have no idea. Am I supposed to be stealthy? Scott says we're supposed to keep a low profile. Which is easy if no one sees me 'cause I'm going too fast. But if I have to stop, I'm sort of exposed."

*

Huh." Kitty pulls out a grey shirt with bright shiny silver writing on it. "Cool." In a moment she may realize that it's an 80s boom box playing and not some sort of mp3 player. "Well, have you seen what I wear when we go out on official meetings?" The somewhat skin tight black and yellow suit with wider shoulders isn't exactly stealthy, but it's what she's fond of wearing on missions. "It's sort of just to identify you as part of a team and not a random citizen that can run fast. And a mask might help. You saw what that guy who was at the basketball game wore. Maybe something like that."

*

"I don't think he'd like me copying his style," says Pietro. "Sides, red's not my colour." Pietro drops onto the bed. It bounces the bags and one starts to slip, but he grabs it quickly enough and sprays clothes up over the bed. "I wear a lot of denim 'cause it holds up to the friction. I think there's something to what I can do that stops the wear but still it breaks down pretty fast and then I get holes in kind of embarrassing places so if I really like something I try not to wear it…" he suddenly realizes he's talking a mile a minute, "…a lot."

*

Kitty grins at his speed talking. "Well, maybe we could talk to Scott or Hank. I'm sure they'd be able to come up with something. Maybe some sort of fabric from outer space that can handle the friction of you running." Lockheed gives Kitty a disparaging look at that, pulling over a puffy coat that spilled out of the bag and curling up in it like a contented cat.

The phasing mutant pulls out a pair of aviators and slides them onto her face. "People will probably take pictures and try and find out who we are, and we can't have you withe embarrassing holes."

*

Pietro is pretty pale, so the blush shows up. "Oh hey, maybe I can just wear my goggles instead of a mask." He zips over and returns with them. They've seen better days, but they do serve the purpose of covering up part of his face. "Outer space fabric? Is that a for-real thing that they have? Man, they've been holding out."

*

Kitty's not an unobservant person, she sees Pietro blushing, though she has the good grace to not call him on it. She probably shouldn't talk about embarrassing holes with him. "Oh, I think the googles definitely work. Can you really see well through those? They look like they'd obscure some of your vision."

As for the outer space fabric, she shrugs her shoulders. "I mean, I'm sure there are people who have fabric in outer space. But, it was more of a spitballing idea than anything else." Pulling out a pair of shiny pants from the bag, she raises an eyebrow. "Or you could just wear these." It's unclear if she's being serious or not.

*

They're made of that quasi-holographic material that was popular for a time with ravers in the 90s. Pietro grabs them and tucks them off to the side. "I grabbed everything metallic, okay?" He won't admit to liking them, even with some of the stuff he wears.
"I can see okay, see?" He reaches to tug off the aviators and press the goggles up to her face. "They're ski goggles." Aside from a few scratches and smudges, he's right. They're polarized, so the visibility is actually quite good.

*

"I'm just looking out for your well being!" Kitty tells him, mock-defensively. "You need your peripheral vision! What if some Hydra guys try and catch you from the side and you don't see them?" She doesn't fight or move out of the way when he pulls off the aviators and pushes the goggles up against her face. In fact, she leans forward just a bit to make it easier for him.

"Huh. I wouldn't have expected that. It's pretty normal. I bow to your goggle expertise." When he grabs the pants out of her hands, she smirks. "Of course. I didn't mean to imply anything."

*

"So, ok, that takes care of the mask situation. Goggles are a good idea anyway, so I'll just find something cooler, maybe something that covers up more of my face." Pietro tugs at the edge of his silver-white hair and purses his lips. "What about this? I mean even in weirdo town my hair kinda stands out a lot doesn't it?"

*

Kitty shrugs and jerks a thumb toward Lockheed. "I mean, I take Lockheed with us. I think a small purple dragon kind sticks out, too. I don't think we need to get too complicated otherwise it'll take you forever to—" she pauses, realizing that she's being silly. "Well, I know it won't actually take you forever, but maybe if we keep it simple."

Still wearing Pietro's goggles, she gestures at the bags. "Maybe we just dump this all out and see if anything strikes your fancy? You haven't even tried anything on. I was expecting a bit of a fashion show."

*

Pietro reaches past Kitty and dumps the bags out over the bed. There's a lot of metallics, some random items like belts and gloves, some blue, some black. A few of it is t-shirts and jeans that he clearly bought for everyday wear rather than costuming. "Pick something and I'll try it on."
In the meantime, he zips over to his small kitchen area (hotplate, mini-fridge, toaster) and digs behind the cereal boxes until he finds a bottle of vodka. It's the same kind they had in the ice room - the good kind with no English anywhere on it. He digs in the bar fridge and pulls out a bottle of lemon juice. From there, he adds ice, vodka, and a few drops of lemon. "Not as good as the fresh, but."

*

There's a lot of clothes here. Kitty starts to sift through them. Her own X-Men outfit was something that just sort of came together organically, it wasn't from a brainstorming session. But, this is fun and she starts pairing things. By the time Pietro has put together a pair of drinks, she's got an outfit ready.

"Thanks!" she grins, taking the drink from him and holding out a pair of pants that are maybe more white than silver and a long sleeved silvery top. "What about this?"

*

Pietro sets his own drink down, then zips in a blur. In the blink of an eye, his previous White Stripes tee and jeans are on the bed, and he's wearing the outfit she picked out. The pants are…a bit…snug. He shifts uncomfortably. The top is a bit Bowie. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing, but maybe not for his purposes. "I think the white would…" he hesitates and looks down. He blushes again. "…get dirty too easily."

*

Kitty doesn't really need to look away as Pietro changes, but she does anyway. It seems only polite. When he's visible again and no longer a blur, she puts a hand over her mouth to keep him from seeing her grin and almost laugh.

"No, yeah, you're right. Sorry, I didn't realize those would be quite so…tight." She blushes a bit, though she's still smirking. It honestly wasn't on purpose that that happened and she doesn't want him to think that it is. "Er, here. Let's go in a different direction." Pulling out a blue top and a pair of pants that look like they'll actually fit him this time, she hands them over.

*

It's really his own fault for grabbing something not quite his size. Pietro tugs the edge of the shirt down over his hips and waits eagerly for her to pick something. The clothing disappears quickly.
When he stops, he looks rather..relieved. Things fit this time. The stylish jogging pants have a subtle blue lightning pattern. This time though…it's the top that's a little tight. "Well, getting closer, huh?" He grabs for the vodka and swallows a mouthful.

*

What with all the picking out clothing, Kitty has barely touched her drink. As she pokes through a few more of the shirts, she takes a thoughtful sip. "Hmm. Let's try this one," she hands the shirt out to him, sitting back on the bed full of clothes behind her. She has yet to remove Pietro's goggles, she's having fun with this.

This time, as he changes, she pulls out the suspenders he must have been asking about on the phone and starts to clip them to her jeans.

*

The suspenders look like they may have come off a boy scout uniform, or maybe some kind of cadet. Pietro zips again and tries on the newest shirt. His hair's getting rather ruffled from all the zipping about.
This one is a black top that looks like it was designed for a jogger. There's blue lightning bolt cutouts on the shoulders. It's tailored to look like a white long-sleeved top under a black t-shirt shaped top. It's a little sporty, but not unflattering. It actually shows off the physique that is usually hidden under baggy t-shirts. "Creating a new costume?" he asks as she clips on the suspenders.

*

Kitty's got them put together by the time Pietro's changed. She tilts her head as she takes in the outfit. This is most likely the first time she's seen what his actual body shape is without all the baggy clothes. "That's…" she's attempting to find the right words. "It looks really good. I like the lightning bolts."

In fact, she takes a sip of her drink, a silver - almost sparkly - top across her legs. She's totally going to be putting that on top of her own shirt at some point. Dressing up is fun. "Maybe I am. Black and yellow only goes so far, you know? Maybe I should wear more blue."

*

"You don't think this looks too…jock-y?" Only Pietro would think a shirt with lighting bolts on the shoulders is not eccentric enough. He searches around in the pile until he comes up with a shimmery blue scarf. He clears his throat and says, "I uh, I was thinking I might turn it into a mask."
If she lets him, he'll loop the scarf around her hair and tie it into a big floppy bow.

*

"No. Just jock-y enough. Plus, it has lightning bolts! It's perfect. You're going to want something like that since you'll be running around a lot, right?" Kitty tilts her head just enough to help with the bow tying, pulling the goggles down so they hang around her neck. Oh, this is a nice fabric. I like the shiny stuff. But, I thought you were going to use the goggles as your version of a mask."

*

"Well, that's still the plan. But when I was shopping, I thought the bandit route might make sense." Pietro grins and pokes at the edge of the scarf. "That's it. That's yours now. No way I could pull it off better."

*

"Really?" Kitty tentatively puts a hand up and touches the big bow and grins. "Aw, thank you. Maybe I'll make it into my mask. Or just keep it as a hair tie. Everyone needs more big blue bows in their life, right?" She grins.

"The Quicksilver Bandit. I like it." Kitty pulls the goggles over her head and stands to put them back onto Quicksilver's head to complete his outfit. "Though, I think this is a pretty good look for you."

*

Pietro looks down at himself and grins lopsidedly. "It's not totally…me, but I guess that's kinda the point of a superhero costume, right?" He tugs down at the edges of the shirt and straightens it out.
He grabs for a hair tie and tugs his hair back, then pulls the goggles on. He extends his arms. Ta daaa. It really is more low-key than the rest of his wardrobe, and there's nothing metallic to be found. "I'll need a belt to hook my duct tape on." Cause man, that shit's useful.

*

"And you think me running around in what is essentially a skin tight gymnastic's outfit is me?" Kitty asks Pietro wryly. "It's about what's going to be comfortable, not get caught on anything and will help keep you safe. And, now, hopefully it'll do the same with your identity."

She turns around and starts looking through the belts until she finds something that's actually metallic and silvery. She holds it out to him with a lopsided grin. "Here, maybe this one. And it's shiny."

*

Oooh. Shiny. Pietro's eyes light up. It's actually a rather good thing that he's an eccentric dresser. It'd be kind of hard to work against that hair. He takes it and clips it on. "Sweet. Maybe I should get some knee-high go-go boots." Fortunately for all that is holy and in good taste, he appears to be joking. If that brow-waggle is any indication.

*

"Plus, since the duct tape is also silver, it'll blend in. Even more of a surprise for the bad guys." It won't exactly blend in so much with this new outfit, but it'll be something. Even if Pietro is kidding, Kitty gives him a wary look, though she's grinning as she does it. It's more than likely she's in ion his joke. "Only if you get the kind with heels. Otherwise no deal."

*

"I can rock the heels and you know it," says Pietro. He zips, zips, and there's a big macademia nut cookie in her hand - nearly as big as her head. He takes a bite of his own and drops down on the bed beside her. "What do you think of what Scott is saying? About being a more visible hero and stuff?"

*

"I never said you couldn't. Just that if you're planning to wear go-go boots, heels is all I'll accept." Kitty takes another drink of her vodka and then blinks when a huge macadamia nut cookie suddenly appears in her hand. "Woah. That was not the size of the cookie I was expecting," she tells him quite truthfully.

She takes a bite of it though and mulls over Pietro's question. "I think it's coming from the right place. We need to show people that mutants aren't here to take over the world or anything. We're just people and we can help." She pauses, glancing over at him. "What do you think?"

*

Pietro shrugs. "I guess. I mean…well…" He bites his cookie and swallows a mouthful before responding. "The reason I'm here is because there's people after me and my sister. And the X-Men can help. All the other stuff is kind of just following orders. I don't worry too much about it."

*

Kitty tilts her head as she leans back over all the clothes still strewn about Pietro's bed. "But, what if that gets taken care of? Are you going to leave, then?" It's a seemingly innocent question, but she's genuinely curious. "I mean, just following orders can only take you so far."

*

Pietro chews on the cookie after a particularly large bite. He doesn't quite swallow it all before he starts to talk. "I dunno. Haven't thought that far ahead. Maybe I'll bring my sister here. Even if we take care of the people after us, there might be others. She'd be safe here."

*

The kid is a bit rough around the edges, but Kitty merely raises another eyebrow as he talks with his mouth full. "That'd be good. We could take care of her here, I'm sure. It might be safer for her. I'm sure the Professor would be glad to help." She takes another bite of her cookie, washing it down with her drink. "So, you think you'll stay?"

*

"Staying in one place isn't exactly something I'm good at. But I uh, let's just say that I don't have a good reason to go anywhere anytime soon." Pietro sets the rest of the cookie aside and dusts his hands together. "Why, would you miss me?" Cue the shit-eating little grin.

*

The grin makes Kitty roll her eyes, but she's smiling. With a very teenage-like shove at Pietro, she laughs. "I would." Then, blushing a little, she adds, "You're good for the team. You're a quick thinker and it's been fun doing those danger room scenarios with you. Plus, if you left, you wouldn't have a good fashion designer to help you out. And I wouldn't get cool mask scarf hair ties."

*

"All critical things, required for a just and…—" Pietro is thrown off balance from the shove and he slips rather unceremoniously to the floor. It's one of those awkward slow-motion things that he could have used his power to stop, but that would have seemed a tad extreme. The culprit for the slip is revealed. He sat on a particularly slippery bit of silver material. It turns out to be a pair of metallic jogging shorts. He picks them up and starts to laugh. "I thought this was a tank top!" Not that it makes it that much better.

*

Kitty quickly straightens. "Woah! Are you okay? I totally didn't shove you that hard." Then, the metallic jogging shorts are revealed. She easily laughs. "Oh man, I can't believe I missed those, quick, that definitely has to be your new uniform. Toss out everything I was saying before about how what you have now works the best for the team. Those shorts are necessary to the X-Men."

*

There's a blur and Pietro puts on the shorts…over the jogging pants. He stands there triumphantly, hands on hips, goggles down, looking off into the distance. "Hark! Is that a troubled puppy I hear?" He booms his voice as best as he can.

*

It's too much for Kitty, those shorts are just too much. She dissolves into giggles immediately. "That's it, that is the look of Quicksilver and the tale of the troubled puppy," she tells him between breaths. After a few moments, she takes a deep breath. "Phew. Alright, come on, let's get another drink and then try on all the rest of these clothes." Because what's the point of having trash bags filled with clothes if they don't try them on?

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