Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Thirty Six (NC-17)
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Tarot tapped her foot impatiently, giving the store around them a disgusted look. "They are selling worms at the counter," she muttered as Pietro struggled by with a double armful of groceries. "Live ones."
Pietro sighed. "People use them for bait," he said patiently, as if speaking to a small child. "For fishing."
"I know that," she responded icily, following him to the front of the store. "I was expressing my disgust over the fact that they are selling them, especially so close to food products." She eyed the can of spray cheese. "Or what passes for food products."
He gritted his teeth and did not reply, dumping the armloads of groceries onto the narrow counter and digging his wallet out of his pocket. Barely batting an eye at the inflated sum the clerk gave him, Pietro handed over the money and gathered the bags, not meeting Tarot's narrowed gaze as they wended their way into the parking lot. "I'm not the one who wanted to go camping," he finally said sharply as they got into the car. "I thought you wanted to go to the city for a few days!"
Tarot's face was a mask of bland indifference as she buckled in and folder her hands primly on her lap. Pietro sighed agitatedly and started the car, glaring at her for good measure. She made a soft snorting noise of dismissal as he swung out of the parking lot onto the empty blacktop road leading into the mountains. After nearly five minutes of tense silence, she spoke. "I do not trust Magneto."
The blunt simplicity of her statement nearly made Pietro swerve off the road. "What?" he finally managed through his surprise. "I thought you were...very supportive of him." He slid a sideways glance at her, wondering if this was some sort of a test. "At least it seemed like it."
Tarot turned her hands palms-up in her lap, contemplating the lines found there. "He is planning something dreadful, Pietro," she said so softly that he could barely hear her over the engine noise. "Something I thought I could agree with but... I cannot." She twined her fingers together, looking vulnerable for the first time since Pietro had known her. Tarot cleared her throat, color suffusing her face as she looked up again, something like her old expression coming back. "I feel he is taking the Brotherhood in an inappropriate direction. It is time we diverge."
He sighed and rolled his eyes. He recognized her self-justifying tone when he heard it. Pietro spotted a roadside park and pulled in, parking and shutting off the engine. "You want me to go along with whatever it is you're planning." It was a statement rather than a question, to which Tarot made no response. He continued, "I'm sick and tired of being treated like a mushroom-being kept in the dark and fed bullshit all day! You want me to fucking sympathize with you or help you or whatever, you owe me some answers!"
Tarot's eyes flashed briefly in strong anger before she subdued herself, shifting in her seat to face him. "Listen to me and do not repeat what I am telling you, not even to Blob." She waited for Pietro to sigh and nod before continuing. "Your father has organized an...event...to occur in a handful of days. It involves a project that created mutants..." In a rapid, clipped tone, she related the bones of Magneto's plan to Pietro. "We are to be gone, just in case."
"Gone? In case of what?" Pietro leaned away from her, pressing against the car door involuntarily. "Tarot, this is crazy shit..."
Tarot frowned. "In case it does not go as planned. You are his son, his seed. I am his future." She sat up straight and looked ahead. "Now...keep driving."

His head ached so badly that he could not see straight. The floor pitched and heaved under him, or so it seemed, as he tried and failed to sit up.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a familiar voice said tightly. "It's easier to wait until it wears off."
"Till what wear off?" he groaned, closing his eyes tightly against the sliver of light splashed across the ceiling. "Where we at?"
Wanda shifted to her knees and peered down at Remy in the middle of the floor. "Your guess is as good as mine." Lucas snuffled softly in Tabby's arms, momentarily satisfied with the offering of her breast as his mother dozed lightly. "Looks like we're the only ones really awake."
Remy groaned again and tried to open one eye this time. "Who all here?" he asked thickly, his tongue feeling heavy and mouth dry. "Merde, I feel like I done got hit by a big ol' truck."
Rahne stirred and moaned softly but did not truly awaken. Wanda frowned. "You, me, Tabby, Rahne and Lucas." She narrowed her eyes at their unseen enemy. "I'm gonna kill 'em."
"Qui?" he asked a shade more clearly, finally able to produce enough saliva to swallow. He forced stiff fingers to work and slid his hand into his pocket, sighing audibly with relief to find his cards untouched.
"Those two bitches you guys took in," Wanda snarled a bit too loudly. Lucas snuffled and pulled away from Tabby with a wet pop. She knee-walked over to Remy's side and muttered, "The little one, she got Rahne, the tall skinny one whacked me over the head I think..."
Remy inhaled long and slow, then sat up with a rush of breath. The room was bare and concrete, the only color besides gray on the walls a thin stripe of yellow light from the seam of the door. The place smelled of dust and faintly of wet, overlayed with hot metal and something sweet to the point of cloying. "Lucas okay?" he asked finally. "He ain't hurt or nothin'?"
"No," Wanda began, then paused. "What're you doing?" Her eyes followed his fingers to the inside pocket of his coat. "The room is too small for that..."
Remy smiled, a shadow of his former expression, and flipped the ace of spades between two fingers. "Oui, mais dere about to be plenty a room outside here..."