Quicksilver

“More than Pietro, it took years to get Mom and my Aunt to call me that. Wanda was pretty willing to call me by it but it took them Months to get them used to it. Gram and Gramp still insist on Peitro though.”

Once in awhile his Gram would call him Peter, but usually it was alway ‘Pietro’ when they talked on the phone or visited. He was glade that he had thought to ask though, because a lot of kids in school had always gone by nicknames because of other kids before he’d been taken out and home schooled, after a second of thought he made a face at the talk of names and added.

“Also better than when Tatiana was little and called me ‘pee pee’ because she couldn’t say Pietro or Peter to; Wanda, Mom and Jack thought it was hilarious though.“

Gram and Gramp. More relatives he has, through tenuous bonds of blood and DNA at least, that he has never met or even heard of. He has to wonder if they are aware of him, who he is, and what he can do; how aware they are of their grandchildren and what talents they possess. For now, it is best not to think that he has any connection with these people, and to avoid thinking of them as potential members of his family. He has no real family.

Only his children. 

It’s impossible not to grin at that; it isn’t even a joke Peter’s told, though he knows by now that the boy is full of sarcastic wit and in possession of a wicked sense of humor. By now Erik knows children well enough, and he can remember similar ways Nina had made do with pronouncing words she hadn’t quite gotten the grasp of. 

“Bit of a klepto, then again you might have guessed that seeing as they managed to convince me to break you out of one of the most guarded places in the country. Also heal pretty quick which is why I was out of the cast within a few days, think it's a balance thing with my powers since running so fast makes it easy to get all kinds of injuries.”

                Know this of me

                            All I ever wanted to do

                                               Was some good in this world

                                                                                    And I did try

Continued from @ofmysticism

Peter knew what she said was true, and honestly? He agreed with her statement completely, if people didn’t have the chance to hurt you then they didn’t have the chance to make life worth while either. But still…

“I noticed something was off awhile ago, but I only recently asked Hank to run some tests…he said my cells are replacing themselves almost faster then there dying. I’ve basically stopped aging, I’m going to out live everyone I know at this rate. Tiana, my cousin’s…Wanda.”

The idea of outliving Wanda was the most concerning to him, he’d never had to live knowing that she wasn’t there. Even when they weren’t near each other he always knew that she was there, that she knew if he was safe of not, knew if he was looking for her, knew if he needed her. They had been best friends longer than they had been alive.

asking advice to raven seemed  UNWISE  to the woman, but still she  understood  — it was nice to have someone to talk to,  SINCERELY,  someone who could understand you if just the slightest bit. even if her childhood hadn’t been the happiest, she could never  THANK  charles enough for what he gave to her. not the roof, the food — but the  company,  and the knowledge that she wasn't  THE ONLY MUTANT  in the world.

listening to peter’s explanation, raven did her best to keep her face  straight.  peter’s confession was closer to her than he could have known – unless someone told him – and a wave of  UNDERSTANDING  flooded through the woman.

“I bet Wanda would have loved meeting her, she’s great with kids.”

He couldn’t help but grin at the comment, they had both been excited to meet Tiana when she was born. But Wanda had helped out with her more, and had clearly been the favorite of the siblings before she was sent away to try and help her gain control; both so that she didn’t her other people or herself by accident. He almost wondered if maybe he should have tried a bit harder to find Erik, asked for Charles help maybe—but he wasn’t going to let himself go down a path of what if’s and maybe’s. He couldn’t change the past any more than anyone else could…well as far as anyone knew at the point no one could change what happened.

There is a moment of silence as Erik considers something, eyes drifting, even closing for a moment. Wanda would have loved her, and Peter would have loved her too, and Nina would have loved them both back with a fierce passion only a younger sibling can feel for older ones. She’d have looked up to them, followed in their footsteps, and relied on them for protection and advice. The thought makes him smile, even if deep inside, there is a terrible sadness attached to thoughts like these. Impossibilities. 

Once in awhile his Gram would call him Peter, but usually it was alway ‘Pietro’ when they talked on the phone or visited. He was glade that he had thought to ask though, because a lot of kids in school had always gone by nicknames because of other kids before he’d been taken out and home schooled, after a second of thought he made a face at the talk of names and added.

“If you want to tell me, what was your daughter like? I have a little sister, Tiana, from my Mom; it’s kind of…disappointing that I had one I wont be able to meet.”

“She would’ve adored you, I’m sure,” Erik says, and far from being polite, he means that. Nina had been easy to please, and had endeavored to find a friend in everyone she met. “She had a gift, too, like the rest of you. She was…” How to explain it? She had been the gentlest of souls. One, quite literally, with nature. “There wasn’t a creature alive who could resist her pull,” he chooses to say instead. 

“I bet Wanda would have loved meeting her, she's great with kids.”

He couldn't help but grin at the comment, they had both been excited to meet Tiana when she was born. But Wanda had helped out with her more, and had clearly been the favorite of the siblings before she was sent away to try and help her gain control; both so that she didn't her other people or herself by accident. He almost wondered if maybe he should have tried a bit harder to find Erik, asked for Charles help maybe---but he wasn't going to let himself go down a path of what if's and maybe's. He couldn't change the past any more than anyone else could...well as far as anyone knew at the point no one could change what happened.

                                        “She knows everything I do about it,                                         probably knows I’m talking to you n-                                         ow.” there was a small shrug before he                                         explained. “She’s always  got our mi-                                         nds..connected,  unless I try and pu-                                         sh her out for privacy.”

                    “I think she’s the only person who d-                     oesn’t get overwhelmed at the speed                     of my thoughts. Can actually make s-                     ense of  them even,  not entirely sure                     how she’s in my head, though.  Don’t                     really know what her actual power is,                     it’s kind of all over the place—can’t r-                     eally pinpoint a start or stop.”

His next question would have been to press forth for details about his daughter’s ability, wanting to know if she had inherited anything from him, or whether her power leaned in an entirely different direction the way Peter’s did. It is fairly alarming to hear that what she can do cannot really be classified as something specific; it sounds chaotic. Likely dangerous. Erik yearns to know more, but that is perhaps another, separate conversation to have with his daughter. 

“If you want to tell me, what was your daughter like? I have a little sister, Tiana, from my Mom; it's kind of...disappointing that I had one I wont be able to meet.”