Time Has No Meaning

When you are a speedster, it is a lot harder to truly have a sense for the passing of time. Especially when you can accomplish so much in a few seconds. And you have to slow down your senses to even spend time with the rest of the world. With the people who meant the most to Peter.

So he can honestly say that he doesn't know how long he has been standing there, watching Magneto set up his new camp, with his newly recruited mutants. It has seemed like it has been hours -- when in truth it likely only had been minutes.

His 'Old Man' had been busy. There were dozens of mutants at the camp now. And Peter narrowed his eyes as he witnessed bonding moments between Magneto and each one. He shouldn't be surprised. Erik had sought out the mutants who he had thought would be the best of the best. The mutants who had embodied his own goals for the future.

Peter thinks back to the letters he wrote, slowly leading up to the reveal that Erik was his father. He had personally made sure that each letter was placed somewhere that Erik would find it. And read it.

And not once did the other mutant write back. Or reach out. Or seek Peter out. Even after the letter that included the photo of Peter's mom and Erik -- in their youth. The letter that told the other mutant that he still had family out there.

Maybe writing letters had not been the best way to reveal the connection between them.

He watched as Magneto made way to his tent. And in a flash, he was inside the same time as the other man. And sitting in a chair, by Erik's bed. Two glasses of whiskey in his hands. "Looks like you have been busy."

"You have been spying on me." Erik frowns.

"Spying would mean I was reporting to someone else. No one wants to hear what I have to say." Peter scoffs. And holds out a glass of whiskey to the other man.

Erik took it, grabbed a seat across from the other mutant. And he studied Peter, as he sipped at the whiskey slowly. The silence was deafening. For Peter, it seemed to last forever. But he was determined not to make a snide comment.

"What brings you to my camp, Mr. Maximoff?" Erik finally asked.

"Mister?" Peter scoffs again. Some snarky comments could not be helped. "Is that because you can't remember my first name, Erik?"

"After everything I did?" Peter shakes his head.

He downs the whiskey, and stood up. "Guess that answers my question. Why you never bothered to answer any of my letters. Why you never bothered to acknowledge me."

"It is not because of me. Or my past. Or my mistakes." Peter looked into Erik's eyes, coldness in his steel blue eyes. "It is because of yours. And that is never going to change."

"I am so over this. When you are ready to get over yourself... you can find me." And with that... Peter sped off. Leaving a speechless Magneto behind.