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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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[ 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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