A silver-blue blur burst past Erik, followed by a gust of wind. The german closed his eyes and sighed. He turned to the silver speedster.

"What do you want?" He asked, his voice rough and harsh. Peter winced slightly and started speaking.

"The Professor didn't send me." He said quickly, running a hand through his silver hair. "He just helped me find you. I… I need to tell you something." Peter said, his voice shaking with hesitation and fear, which confused Erik. When the kid had broke him out of the Pentagon, he hadn't seen any fear. Even in the battle with Apocalypse.

"Well what is it?" Erik asked, his voice slightly less harsh, but not much. Peter seemed to think for a second before stuttering out a question.

"Y-you're family. What were they like? I-I mean, you did have a family?" The speedster asked hesitantly, as if he were afraid of Erik going all Magneto on him. Erik caught his breath at the unexpected question. He felt a white hot swell of anger in his chest before feeling it melt away. Dam it. I can't get mad at this kid. He thought to himself before answering.

"I did. A wife and a daughter. Nina." Erik said, his voice full of remorse. "I couldn't save them." He looked at his clenched fists before looking up at the silver speedster who was chewing on the inside of his cheek. Erik almost continued, before being cut off by a rather confused looking Quicksilver.

"Nina, was she a mutant? Like u-you?" Peter asked, cutting himself off before saying us. Erik gave a small chuckle.

"Yes, yes she was. She could speak animals." He answered, smiling softly at the memories. Peter watched him as the older mutant's head shot up, his face suddenly emotionless.

"Why do you suddenly seem so interested?" Erik asked, his tone hard, leaving no room for any arguments.

"I don't know. What if you had other family out there. Blood family." Peter answered slowly, which was new for him. He used his speed to get away or done with things that he didn't want to do. But this is something he needed to take slow, or it would go all wrong. Erik watched his as he spoke, attempting to focus on his words, but his mind wandered. Specifically to a certain woman whom he hadn't seen for over 25 years. The words Peter had spoken when Magneto asked him why he was fighting. During the fight with Apocalypse, just before Peter has run off with Raven, the look he had given Magneto wasn't one of fear. It had been one of disgust, anger, confusion, and most of all sadness. Disgust for looking at someone who was meant to be his father, but turned out to care more about himself than any potential family. Anger at Magneto for doing this, not thinking about anyone else. Sure he had been thinking about his family, but only the two who had died. Confusion as to why he hadn't made himself say something he needed to. And sadness because he was too late once again.

"I mean, it could happen." Peter said, looking over the edge of the bridge they were standing on, staring at the rushing river below. Erik took a step towards the younger mutant, who turned to stare at him, silver eyes searching his face.

"Kid, why were you at the mansion, looking for me that day?" Erik asked. Peter balked for a second before pouting slightly.

"Professor told you?" He asked unhappily, tossing rocks into the water below.

"Mys-Raven, actually." Erik said, chuckling a bit. Peter listened, seeing some similarities between the two of them.

"I was there because-because…Gah why is this so hard to say?!" Peter asked, throwing his hands up. His fingers tapped against the sides of his goggles, going so fast, they blurred together.

"Do you remember, I think it would've been about 27 years ago, a woman with the last name of Maximoff? Do you remember leaving her?" Peter asked, all traces of joking erased from his voice. Erik nodded sadly.

"I do. Why?" Erik asked, uncertain to where this was going.

"Well she's my mom. And you are my father." Erik looked at the silver clad kid in front of him. He had a hunch when the kid started talking about family but he didn't know this was going to happen. Peter stumbled as the bridge creaked.

"Crap! Calm down. Please." Peter pleaded, holding his hands out to get him balanced. Erik released his grip from the bridge and it stabilized. Refusing to look at the speedster, he asked a question.

"How long have you known?" Peter shrugged. Moving his hands as if he was weighing something. "It's been about 6 months since Apocalypse, so about 7ish?" He said uncertainly. The silver speedster started backing away from Erik, who still wasn't moving.

"Well I should probably go."

"I'm your… I'm here for my family too." Erik said, right before Peter ran off. The german turned, expecting to see the cocky, overconfident kid that had broke him out of prison for the heck of it. Instead he saw a little kid in s young man's body, who had grown up without a father, and had spent the last few months dealing with the fact that his father was wanted for murder. "That is exactly what you said to me during the battle. The look on your face as you ran off with Raven, I should've known." Erik rubbed his face with his hand.

"And I should've told you earlier. For a guy who moves as fast as me, I alway seem to be too late." Peter gives a mirthless chuckle. He turned to Erik.

"I'm sorry for springing this on you. I really should go." Once again a broken look came onto the young mutants face as Erik impulsively pulled him into a hug. The second his arms wrapped around him Peter broke down. Tears rolled down his face as the father he never knew he had held him.

"Now that I know, I will always be there for you Peter. My son." Erik smiled at the foreign words.

"Promise?" Peter asked, his voice slowly going back to normal.

"Promise."