What if Erik met his son years before Days of Future Past??
Days after days, Erik dedicates his life to revenge, and spends his life in the frustration of searching for Sebastian Shaw- the greatest threat of his life, a frightening specter, and his...
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For nearly the past ten years, Erik Lehnsherr--Master of Magnetism had been isolated in the heavily fortified prison of the Pentagon. For so long, Erik had not felt metal, it had become a part of him, there was pleasure and satisfaction when he could feel metal in his surroundings.
Erik had almost forgotten what it was like to breathe fresh air, how it felt when the sun's rays touched his skin and kept him warm. He hadn't spoken to anyone since he was detained. Every day he only saw the man delivering the food and his own reflection.
Alone for almost ten years, if he counted correctly, he had plenty of time to reflect on his past, all his deeds as well as his mistakes. He sometimes turned to contemplate the future, he was getting older. Erik thought about what if he was going to spend his whole life in the plastic prison.
But as Erik sank deeper into his thoughts, more remorse and anger grow in him.
Sometimes he wondered, what his life would be if he wasn't a problematic mutant, a person who wasn't too ambitious and had many enemies.
Or what if he was just a normal human.
Will he live a happier life?
Erik sometimes created imaginations that result in him being lost in his own thoughts and imagination.
What if his family was still complete to this day. He wished what if his parents were still alive, his wife--Magda who never left him, and his little daughter--Anya who was still alive, healthy, and growing up to be a beautiful woman like her mother. And his son, Pietro, he would never miss the birth of his beloved son.
Not a day went by that Erik didn't think about his Son. His longing for Pietro had tormented him every day.
His son must be a teenager by now. Erik imagined how tall Pietro was now. When Erik left, he was just a cute little boy who still had to learn to read and write
Erik lay down, and rested his head on the uncomfortable pillow, he folded his arms and placed them on his chest then closed his eyes. But then he started to open his eyes when he felt something nudge him, his lunch came.
But there was something strange, a note was tucked into his lunch this time.
Mind The Glass
Childish handwriting, Erik thought. He lifted his head and find the first friendly face he had seen in ten years.
The boy smiled, his smile was sweet with mischief evident.
Erik could immediately recognize that the boy with the mischievous smile was none other than his son, Pietro.
What is he doing here?
Erik raised his eyebrows in confusion, he got up and stood looking up at his son who was placing his hands on the glass ceiling. The glass began to vibrate rapidly and his smile grew wider.
