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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The world was silent, out of reach.
Erik's world fell silent. It was as if someone had taken his entire reality and destroyed it beyond repair.
No, he couldn't go through this, he couldn't lose his son again.
Why did God bring him back only to take him again?
"No! Pietro!" Erik was desperate, he could only hear his own breathing, heavy in his chest. Erik could feel an arm wrapped around his shoulder, Raven pulled him letting Hank do what he could.
Hank put his arm on Pietro's chest, pushing it, again and again.
"Come on, Pietro! Come on!" Hank was still pushing Pietro's chest, he could still feel the warmth from the boy's body, and a hint of pink on his pale lips. Hank wiped the blood that was dripping from Pietro's mouth, clearing the way for him to force breaths into the boy's lungs.
Erik's body went limp, he could hear his own breathing, hoarse in his chest, it was cruel to think how he could breathe so easily when his son had to endure excruciating pain just to get some air.
"Erik! breathe!" Reven exclaimed, her voice cut through Erik's panic.
Erik just blinked at his friend, within seconds he felt his chest being squeezed to death.
Raven put her hand to the side of Erik's face, forcing him to listen.
"Erik, please I need you to breathe! Not for me, but for Pietro, breathe for him!"
Erik forced himself to breathe, he was panting in Raven's arms and saw Pietro still struggling, still no response. It was the worst sight Erik had ever seen.
It was all the same as in his nightmare, the same wound on Pietro's chest, his heart slowed to a stop, and Erik didn't want it to be real, it was just an illusion created by Apocalypse, it couldn't be real.
"Come on, kid!" Hank begged, panting, He could feel the fragile ribs beneath his hands, and feel Pietro's waning warmth.
Hank was reaching the end of the first compression set. He bent down, gripping Pietro's jaw as he gave him another breath, Hank watched Pietro's chest rise and fall slowly, but then it fell silent again.
"Dammit--please... Pietro!" Hank barked, he folded his arms again and started the compression, this time rougher, he didn't have time to be gentle--Pietro didn't have time for him to be gentle.
Hank bent down again, placed his ear to Pietro's chest for any sign that he was alive, then he grabbed Pietro's wrist, desperately looking for a pulse.
Nothing.
Minutes had passed, It felt like the longest time in Erik's life, and yet still no response from Pietro, He didn't move, breathless and pale on the floor.
Hank stopped--gave up, he was exhausted, he horribly held back his tears, he let go of Pietro without a single word, having a hard time getting over Erik's stare, trying to put the words together.
