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[ It took Peter a while to figure out the whole smartphone thing. To be fair though for him 'a while' was like... five minutes. Maybe six. Oh he still hadn't figured out EVERYTHING yet, but like the basics? Totally down. He had to fight the urge to try and take it apart and put it back together again. He had a feeling it was waaaay more complicated then the walkmans and arcade cabinets he pulled apart and tweaked. ]

This thing is so awesome... Like something outta a scifi flick or something...

[ There's a guy with a silver mullet and motorcycle goggles perched on his head on the screen. No really. Dude looks like he walked right outta the 80s. He pretty much did too. There's also an odd high pitched buzzing noise in the background. Technically it was music. A mix of Queen, David Bowie, Rush, and Pink Floyd. Not that most would notice. It was being plaid at like... several hundred times the normal speed. Luckily Peter notices he left his walkman on and he flips it off after a couple seconds. ]

Anyway, hey. Name's Peter Maximoff and it's come to my attention that it is the year 2016. Last I checked it was 1983. That means I'm missing out on 33 years worth of music and that's a damn tragedy. [Clearly that's his most important issue here now. ] So y'know. I need recs from all you future people! What's good? What sucks? I'm not too picky about genre but I gotta have music or I'll probably go crazy.

[ OK so really he's still worrying about his mom and his sisters and the kids at the Prof's school and other family issues that he just really doesn't wanna think about ~~daddy issues don't ask~~. So to keep his mind off things he's just gonna think about music and stuff because running more laps around the city really isn't helping him much. ]

Oh! And video games. There's gotta be like at least a dozen new versions of the Atari and ColecoVision by now, right?

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[ Occasionally he has a good idea. ]

i'd get fired after the first day on the job. for writing a 20,000 word article on butts

i think i've got a little thinking to do too. besides just about butts. which usually takes up 80% off my thoughts anyways

let me know when you're almost there

You'll get over it. I'm two blocks away.

that's not close at all.

hey are you using the magnet thing to go zooming over on like a stop sign or anything?

that's what i would do

No. And I'm one block away. You can push me into the door, if you'd like.

already finished with my pushing people into things for the hell of it phase.

[ He is, however, not above the looking awkward as all hell phase. It was easier to sound confident when he was typing things into the void. But now he's clearly nervous as he waits by the bar door, hands shoved into the pockets of that ridiculous silver jacket he wears forever no matter the the temperature.

There's still time to run away. There's always time to run away when it's him. ]

[ Erik catches up to him eventually, seeing him standing around looking awkward as he always does, but. Well honestly now that they're close like this, he's trying to find the similarities. It's not as obvious as it is with Wanda or Billy, but... he does look a bit like his mother, who Erik hasn't seen in such a long time that he never put two and two together.

Peter is... tall, and young, and healthy. Brave. Strong. And, despite what he keeps claiming, he's not at all a loser. And Erik doesn't know why he couldn't appreciate that before. The boy did spring his father out of jail. ]

After you.

[ To be fair he was only there for the jailbreak because he was a dumb punk juvenile delinquent who wanted the bragging rights of breaking into the most secure cell in the country. Erik was probably a little too woozy from motion sickness to really take anything in way back then too.

He looks up and waves. He's nervous. Way more nervous then he'd been to face Ancient Ugly and Powerful. Which was stupid and ridiculous. ]

Been waiting here for ages you know.

[ He laughs as he makes his way inside. He had all the time in the world to think and he still doesn't really know what to say. ]

I do know.

How does that work, anyway? Do you slow down your speech? How slow do I sound?

[ It's probably maddening, and also probably why he's so easily bored. He can imagine what it's like to be completely alone, but he can't imagine what it's like to be surrounded by people and yet still completely alone.

There are other speedsters here, of course, and Erik thinks he might want to introduce Peter, make him some friends on his speed. ]

[ There's a reason he spends so much time in his basement. And most of that has to do with loosing his patience over how slow everyone is. His games can keep up with him. They're the only things that really can. ]

Think of it like a stereo with a broke volume knob. It's always blasting at full power and if you wanna turn it down you gotta make the effort to reach out and turn it, and hold it there. Cause the second you let it go again-

[ He seemingly disappears from the spot he's at and instantly is sitting on one of the bar stools. ]

-goes right back up to max. Never can turn it all the way down to normal people volume either. Everyone talks so slow. Moves so slow. You're faster then statues when I focus but no one's ever gonna not look like a turtle to me.

...I'm sorry.

[ And he means it, because he can turn his power on and off, and he never imagined what it would be like to have to feel everything around him all the time. His body filters it out like a sense, like having eyes focus on one thing at one time. ]

We can continue texting, if you want. It goes as fast as my thoughts -- still slow, but. Faster than my voice.

Kinda silly to do that when we're face to face though, right? Don't worry, I'm used to speaking slowly for all the snails out there.

[ He laughs a little and spins on his stool. ]

And don't be sorry. I wouldn't trade my power for anything. I live in a world that you probably can't even dream of. You should see how I see the rain. [ Thousands of glass beads suspended in the air slowly slowly drifting down to the ground ] 'Sides it's not like it's your fault I got it or anything.

[ Except, in a way, it kinda of was. He pauses his spin with his back faced towards Erik. His dad. ]

You know, don't you? I asked Raven not to tell too.

I didn't even know she knew.

[ But his lips quirk up in a smile, even though he's super annoyed that Raven knew and didn't tell him. Promises be damned, she's Raven. ]

Billy and Wanda did, actually. Before you arrived. I'm sure you already know, they know you as Pietro.

I just want to know...

...Why didn't you tell me?

[ Oh right. Multiverse shenanigans. Of course they'd know. Darn spoiler giving alternate relatives. ]

I was gonna. It's why I went to Cairo with everyone. I mean also to save the Prof and preferably hand big ugly a beatdown but yeah, you were the main reason. But well...

[ He sighs and shrugs. ]

The timing wasn't... well, I couldn't after hearing about everything. Wasn't right. And then I couldn't find a good opportunity after. I went over what I wanted to say probably half a million times and nothing ever really worked.

[ He runs a hand through his hair. It's him too, so he probably had the time to go over his speech at least that many times. ]

Was kinda afraid too.

[ His expression grows dark, and he looks into his drink that is suddenly in front of him even though I don't think they actually ordered anything yet but I'm going to handwave that, and his look... sours. Just the slightest.

He asks: ]

Of me?

[ And takes a swig. That's the last thing Erik had wanted. To scare Peter. Or any of his children. And oh, they have all been so brave. Even facing down the worst, and Erik had failed. Two of them, and more, probably, with the multiverse. ]

[ Clearly they have a bartender whose psychic abilities rival even the Professor's. He even knew Peter likes a slice of lime in his Coke. ]

Not of you. In the general sense that is. There's really not anyone I'm actually legitimately afraid of.

[ When most people can barely lay a finger on you unless you stay still enough to let them there's not much to be alarmed about. ]

It's of what you think, how you'll react. I'm basically just a stranger. Every time I play it in my mind I tell you I'm your son and I just imagine up the worst reaction and I can't handle it.

[ Oh.

Oh.

Erik puts his beer down and looks at Peter like he has just grown two heads. He's perplexed. How could he deny his son, even if he wasn't extraordinary?

Quick-- but probably, the slowest reaction that Peter can imagine, he reaches over and pulls him into a hug. And, though it doesn't last that long, it probably. Does. ]

[ All he hears is silence and he just assumes the worst. He stares into his coke dejectedly. He was wrong, wasn't he? He'd gotten a little sliver of hope when Erik asked to meet him here. He thought... clearly he'd been crazy.

So it actually comes as a surprise he feels himself pulled into an embrace. He freezes scarcely believing it. ]

I... wasn't exactly expecting this.

[ God he sounds so lame. He has the excuse of being shellshocked at least. ]

Maybe a handshake... if I was lucky.

[ The way he says that breaks Erik's heart a little. And he smiles in a way that Peter might hear or feel him, even if he doesn't see him. ]

You are my son.

[ And he pulls Peter in a little tighter, just for one second, before letting him go, backing away, showing one long row of teeth in hopes he can understand how he feels about him, about the situation. ]

And you punched Apocalypse in the face.

[ In case he's thinking that's the only reason Erik cares. ]

[ Peter's shoulders relax and he exhales. He hadn't even noticed he'd been holding his breath. He's still not sure what this will mean going forward but for now... for now he just feels a sense of relief.

He runs a hand through his hair and laughs softly. ]

Punched him the face a few times actually. Super fun until he got me.

[ He grins. ]

I'm proud of you.

[ Not just because he looked Apocalypse in the face and punched him, but because for awhile he embarrassed him, knocked him back from the God he believed he was to the demagogue he really was. ]

Even if you break convicted felons out of jail.

[ For once in his life Peter finds himself at a loss for words. He talks a mile a minute even when he has nothing to say. When he was little he used to pretend he had a dad. He'd say those same things to him when he brought home a test he aced, or did good in his little league game. This time the swell of pride in his chest feels real. He honestly thought he'd never experience it. ]

Thanks.

[ And hey, he sure did wipe that smug ass expression off ancient ugly's face, didn't he? If only he had timed it with when the Professor was doing his funky mind battle. They might have flattened him together. Or not but it woulda been SO sweet. Not that seeing Jean descend like a fiery angel of vengeance wasn't also cool.

He laughs a little, shakes his head, finding his normal train of thought once again. ]

Just another folder for the popo to add to the file cabinet of stuff they suspected me of doing but couldn't actually prove. But seriously, breaking into the Pentagon? That was fun. Like I was James Bond but cooler and with better hair.

[ Erik's not sure if he would have liked Peter better had he raised him himself. He's such a strong personality; he's charming, and funny, and adventurous, and Erik has no idea how he was ever afraid that Erik wouldn't like him. ]

Well. It's not dull here, that's for sure. I think you'd like that.

[ The actual. Reasons for why some of the stuff happens around here? Not so much. But he thinks Peter would probably take it in his very quick very long stride. ]

I've been noticing that. Seems like I'll have a lot of reasons to get outta the house more often.

[ Like instead of playing games JUST in his house there's also the arcade. Speaking of games... He eyes the pool table in the corner. He's a little to old for catch but... He nods over to it. ]

Hey, you know how to play?

Of course I know how to play.

[ Quickly, he drinks the remainder of his beer. Unsurprisingly, there isn't much of it left. ]

Come on.

[ He claps Peter on the arm, makes his way over to the tables. ]

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