#cradle

Summary: A few of his fellow mutants had proposed that maybe he had disappeared to try and outrun the end of the world, but Erik knew the truth- he felt it in his soul the same way he had when Wanda had lain in his arms, Pietro at his side, dying. 

His son was dead.

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“Pietro?” He called out, afraid of the response he may or may not receive.

“No one calls me that anymore, old man. It’s Quicksilver.” or Sometimes a family is a dad and his children from other universes who no longer have dads.

{Written for the House of Dadneto 2026 event: Cradle, Rivals, Chained, Games}

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