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          We carry our parents’ burdens, Erik thought, as he watching the young man through the windows of the coffee shop. Growing up without his parents, Erik had always sworn that he would be there for his children, whenever they came into the world. Yet it seemed he had missed another one once again. For the first time, a son.           The records had been in the leaks released by the Black Widow, in the old world. The discussion of a pair of twins in SHIELD captivity, their DNA matched to a sample that had been taken from Erik when he was in captivity. He had found the records years ago, but there had been no notice of who the twins were, where they were being kept, how he should find them. When Scarlet Witch joined the Avengers, speaking about her dead brother, Erik wondered.                     Wondered, and did nothing about it.           Then the world had been rewritten, and Erik had seen the chances for improvement. Things were different here, things were new. He was freed from the worries about the mission, he was old and his age weighed on his bones. There were so many things he would do differently.           He had the files. He knew what the boy and girl had looked like, a decade ago. Would he know them this time? Would he miss them again?           The bell above the door tinkled as Erik walked into the coffee shop. He headed straight to the table where the boy sat. Placing his hat down on the table, he immediately caught the attention of the boy. Erik stared down at him, using the moment to see the details that had no been captured in the small photo, or remembered by him.                     “May I speak with you a moment, young man? I believe we have much in common.”

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“I can’t ask Wanda.” Wanda, who would have surely jumped out to help him, if she knew the nightmares tha haunted him. But Wanda had her own demons to face, and Pietro wouldn’t force her to deal with his on top of her own. “She…. I can’t worry her own this. Just….. I need someone. I can’t be alone.”

Vision understood not wanting to involve others. He was a private being and never wished to placed whatever burdens he carried on the shoulders of another, especially when he was aware of the pain they dealt with on their own, their emotions always lingering on the edges of his consciousness.

“Then I will give you my company.” The answer came after a moment’s consideration, hesitation still present in his thoughts. “If you are sure it will help.”

tru, tru, my little one ;) 

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Years of looking, years of hoping, and suddenly everything was coming together. Lord Magnus had found his lost daughter years ago, and in time she had chosen to have a relationship with him. Her adoption hadn’t been hard to track own; with her name the same, it wasn’t overly difficult to a Wanda Lehnsherr in the adoption files. But her twin brother Pietro... Pietro had disappeared. Erik was told he had been sent to another country, but the files were gone. And so he’d kept looking. And looking, and looking.

Today he’d finally gotten word of success.

Pacing back and forth across the marble floors, Erik rubbed his hands together in a clear sign of agitation he rarely let pass when he wasn’t alone. He turned and was about to ask the nearest member of the Red Guard how much fucking longer he was expected to wait -- when the door opened. And suddenly all of Erik’s attention was focused on the people who entered.

There was a boy there with the escorts. One with silver hair. And Erik felt his heart stop for a moment.

Send 💗 to kiss my muse tenderly without explanation 

“Of course your goddamn know who I am. I’m a fuckin legend.” he scuffed and scratched his head with one of the guns he held in both hands but started to laugh at the last thing that he heard.