Young Pietro Maximoff was an intelligent young boy. He was skilled, well-mannered, and prideful. Of course, being the son of Magneto, he had to be. It was his job to carry on the family name and carry-out all of his father's plans perfectly or better. His father was a hero, a leader, and everything he wished to be. Everyone respected his father for he was the most powerful mutant in existence and he commanded respect.

With that load on his shoulders, the sixteen year old boy was very attentive and responsible. ready to do every and anything to make his father proud.
However, he was a sixteen year old boy, so he did get distracted sometimes, and when you are the fastest mutant in the planet, things can go painfully slow and become boring quick.
Today he was called into his father's office. He knew his father hated waiting on him, especially since he had absolutely no reason to ever be late to anything, so he made his way up the stairs at top speed, stopping at the door.
"You asked to see me, father?" The boy asked,trying to keep the delight from his voice, he know his father hated when he became so affectionate, but he was glad to be needed by his father. His father hardly ever spent any time with him, so he enjoyed the few moments he got to speak to him when receiving orders.

Yes, come in." Magneto said, using the same voice he would use with any other of the members. He wasn't one to sweet talk to him simply because he was his son.
He continued speaking, this time looking up at his boy, "I need you to run to Genosha and tell the acolytes to prepare for our return." He turned back to his paperwork.
"We're returning to Genosha?" Pietro asked. As soon as his father looked up at him, he regretted the question. Father's orders should be followed not questioned.

"Yes." Magneto replied heavily at his boy, "We have got business to take care of there. There seem to be some problems."

"Yes,sir. I'll get on that." Pietro gave an obedient nod, knowing better than to continue wasting his father's time when he was obviously busy and had more important things to do. He walked down the stairs, remembering the last time he had been in Genosha. His father was needed much more over there, and so he hardly ever saw him at all. At least here he got to watch his father working sometimes. He sighed. The only upside was that they owned a palace there where he was treated like the prince he was, which he loved.

Pietro headed out the door and then suddenly he was slapped by reality.

Had his father really just asked him to RUN to Genosha and back? But...that would mean he needed to cross the sea. Four times...

Pietro had been so ecstatic to do something useful to his father until he realized how useless he'd be. The young boy had forgotten that he had told his father that he had perfected running on water. He had only wanted to impress his father and it had worked, except that it was a lie.
Pietro had practiced all summer long, running across water. He had only been able to do it for a short while until he got tired then began to sink. That happened in lakes, there was no way he was getting across an entire ocean!
This was unbelievable. What would he tell his father now?
He wouldn't. He wouldn't because today, whether he liked it or not, he was going to get across that ocean even if he drowned in the process. He'd rather die than have to face his father and tell him that he had lied and that he was unimpressive and not worth his time.
He ran to the coast now and stared out into the sea. It was so large. And the deeper he ran in, the deeper it would get and he'd be too far in and too tired to swim back.
Pietro took a deep breath in and ran. It was very easy running on water, at his speed it only felt like he was walking on a wet floor.
He smiled, everything was going good, he wasn't tired and everything was fine!
Normally, the boy was very cocky but he knew he had to be careful this time and not take any chances so he stopped on a boat for a rest stop even though he wasn't tired. He looked throughout the boat and found that fish was the main food supply there, which he didn't mind. He grimaced when he realized cooking all of it would take far too much time, so he'd have to eat it raw. He took a moment to stare at the pile of fresh fish, some of them still flopping around. He opened his mouth and began stuffing in fish after fish, until it was all gone.
He almost gagged at the taste in his mouth afterwards and drank some fresh water.
Now that he had reloaded his energy, he ran off again before the crew on the boat had even noticed he was there.
He ran and at one point he had gotten tired again but luckily he found another boat to rest on before continuing.
He made it to Mauritania. Good he had made it and he was still alive. Although it had taken a lot longer than it should have. He just hoped his father hadn't noticed.
He ran to the opposite coast and ran across to Madagascar then to Genosha, which was a fairly easy task.

He went into the Acolytes building.
"Why look, it's Magneto's brat!" Exclaimed Pyro as the others laughed. Of course if Magneto had been there, the greeting would have been different.
"Watch who you are talking to!" Glared Pietro, "I have news from my father..."

Everyone quieted down to hear the news.
"What is it, Prince?" Asked Feral.

"My father and I will be returning soon and we want everyone assembled for a meeting everything to be in order." Pietro announced. He liked this feeling of power, they were all giving him attention and respect, with an exception to the idiot from Australia but everyone was used to him.
Pietro knew he had power over them and that they would listen to every word he said. He couldn't help but take advantage of this, "We expect a feast, if you weren't already planning one. And lots of gifts for me, the prince. Also some entertainment an-"
"Gifts? Entertainment?" Many of the mutants were confused at this. Magneto was their king but he had certainly not ever asked for anything like this, especially in a time of trouble, they didn't know how they would manage to assemble this.

"We have limited resources here, surely he will understand that," Began one of the mutants but was cut off by the little brat.
"No, that is what is expected." He told them.
The mutants didn't understand, "When will Magneto return?"
"Hmm..I don't know, could be this week, or perhaps next. Just be prepared." He told them and left.
He journeyed back and this time got tired and sank, just half a mile from the beach. He had to be pulled out by a lifeguard which he didn't bother to thank. He simply ran off when he'd caught his breath.
He ran up to his father's study and walked in without knocking, the power still hadn't worn off,"Alright I did what you asked me to, it was a bit difficult but I managed it, I deserve a treat."He said proudly and walked over to watch what his father was working on, completely forgetting that although he was a prince, his father was the king.
Magneto looked at his boy wondering why he was acting this way. He didn't like it. He looked at his boy and gave him a stinging swat to his bottom, "That took two hours, where were you?" He asked sternly.

That swat was enough to bring Pietro back to his place and he was horrified when he realized what he had been doing. He resisted the urge to reach back and protect his backside, but he walked back to the other side of his father's desk, the desk being the only thing distancing them.
"I'm sorry father...I." He looked down in shame not having an explanation and knowing his father didn't care for 'sorry'.
"I asked you a question boy, I expect an answer not an excuse."

Pietro straightened himself and spoke, "I had trouble running over the sea."
"I thought you had told me you could."
"No, I can! It's just, this one was a little big..."
"Pietro..." He growled, frustrated.

"I promise not to take long in the future. I'll try my best and become faster, I promise." He told his father, and meant it.
Magneto nodded "Go to your room and pack your things, we're leaving tomorrow."
"Yes sir." He went to his room, feeling ashamed. He packed his things in a minute. Now there was nothing to do. Man, superspeed sucks sometimes.

In the morning, Erik took his son into their private plane and they flew to Genosha.
Pietro enjoyed the plane ride because his father was forced to talk to him.

He had quizzed him on all that he knew about mutants and what he'd learned in school and books. Pietro was so proud that he was able to answer every single thing correctly and he saw his father smile at him. It was absolutely perfect.

They got to Genosha and found the mutants in a panic. They ran up to Magneto apologizing.
"Oh my king, we are so sorry we were not able to set up a festival like you asked. It was such short notice and we didn't have time! We have failed you."
"Festival? I didn't ask for a-" Magneto's gaze fell onto his son. "What did you do?" He asked coldly.
Pietro felt like crying now. He bit his lip.
"You are to wait for me at the palace in your room, Pietro." He ordered and left to take care of the havoc his son had caused.
Pietro ran to the palace and laid on his bed, awaiting his father.
He missed his sister so much. He missed Bova. Why couldn't his father just love him?
Why did he have to just sit around and wait for his father to get rid of him too the same way he had done with Wanda?
He laid down and cried now, hoping that by crying now he wouldn't be able to cry when his father punished him.