Well I had a load of little ideas that wouldn't make a whole story, and so
I have now formed the (drum roll please) INTERVALS! This one is about
Pietro. Only because I had a weird idea about his name. Here it is:
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INTERVAL 1- USE THE PIES
(FLASHBACK)
"Ah my son, I am glad you have made this choice, it is the turning point in your life."
"I know."
"Then I shall begin, in the beginning."
(BACK TO NOW)
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
"I ran away to join a Pie-Monastery and changed my name to show my respect to the great Pie God."
"How could you do that without telling me?"
"Jeez calm down Dad, not like you ever cared about what I did."
"Do not speak to me like that Seymour!"
"Dad, how many times do I have to tell you, in honour of the great Pie God my name's Pietro!"
"I shall never call you that Seymour!"
"Look, you call yourself Magneto cos you're embarrassed about your real name, what's so different?"
"BECAUSE it's a weird thing that all mutants must do, give themselves a stupid nickname, I would have no problem if you changed your name to your stupid nickname, but NO you have to go and change your name for a Pie God!"
"Do not speak of the great Pie God disbeliever!"
"I, oh dear, ok, so what does being a Pie Monk mean then son?"
"What's with the sudden interest?"
"I, oh you'd find out one day, I've been going to a parenting class for Evil Tyrants Bent On Taking Over The World, though we never covered sons running off to join the Pie-Monks, should point that out next meeting."
"You did that for me? Aw Dad, that's so sweet!"
"I, yes I suppose it is, after I kind of killed the giant green spider that got blown up by a bus but none of the inhabitants of London seemed to notice, things kinda got put in perspective."
"I, no. Sorry father, but I must follow my calling. To become a travelling Pie-Monk and spread the faith. You get free pie samples, want a pie?"
"No Seymour, I can't say I'm not disappointed but if this is what you must do, then I can't stop you. Go and follow your dreams. Even if they don't include taking over the world."
"You don't know much that means to me coming from you," sobbed Seymour, or Pietro or whatever he's called.
(AT PARENTING CLASS)
"And then we agreed to send postcards and exchange pie-samples," said Magneto, "sorry, I'm welling up here."
"That is so beautiful!" sighed Elvis, "if only I had the same relationship with my son, you're lucky that your son actually showed some signs of wanting to help you take over the world, my Engelburt is only interested in 'football'."
"I am so sorry Elvis."
"Yeah well, if anyone's gonna take over the world it'll be you Mags, I mean, you have the cool cape and helmet and stupid mutant nickname. Oh and you can do that dodgy metal thing. What chance so I have, all I can do is throw apples at dogs."
"Yeah, I agree, er I mean, cheer up! You'll be bossing me around before the end of the year I bet human!" joked Magneto.
(NEAR SOME SEA SOMEWHERE)
"If I want to spread the word of the great Pie-God I'll have to go overseas," pondered Pietro, "how'll I do that?"
"Use the Piedish!"
"Who said that?"
"It was me, Skoda."
"Yoda?"
"No, Skoda."
"Show yourself!"
"Do not fear Pietro, I have been following you for a while, you are a true believer and I shall help you in your quest."
A seagull swaggered over to where Pietro stood.
"Use the Mega-Super-Ultra-Over-Priced Pie Dish to sail over the sea."
"Why did I never think of that?" sighed Pietro.
"One day you shall be as wise as me," answered the seagull named Skoda.
And so the duo sailed over the sea and spread the word of the Pie God. Magneto kept going to parenting classes and formed a beautiful bond with Elvis who pretended to have a mutant power of apple throwing and chose the stupid nickname of Granny Smith.
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That is the first of the intervals, yup. Weird idea that came to me one day, whaddya think? I have many more ideas like this lined up!
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INTERVAL 1- USE THE PIES
(FLASHBACK)
"Ah my son, I am glad you have made this choice, it is the turning point in your life."
"I know."
"Then I shall begin, in the beginning."
(BACK TO NOW)
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
"I ran away to join a Pie-Monastery and changed my name to show my respect to the great Pie God."
"How could you do that without telling me?"
"Jeez calm down Dad, not like you ever cared about what I did."
"Do not speak to me like that Seymour!"
"Dad, how many times do I have to tell you, in honour of the great Pie God my name's Pietro!"
"I shall never call you that Seymour!"
"Look, you call yourself Magneto cos you're embarrassed about your real name, what's so different?"
"BECAUSE it's a weird thing that all mutants must do, give themselves a stupid nickname, I would have no problem if you changed your name to your stupid nickname, but NO you have to go and change your name for a Pie God!"
"Do not speak of the great Pie God disbeliever!"
"I, oh dear, ok, so what does being a Pie Monk mean then son?"
"What's with the sudden interest?"
"I, oh you'd find out one day, I've been going to a parenting class for Evil Tyrants Bent On Taking Over The World, though we never covered sons running off to join the Pie-Monks, should point that out next meeting."
"You did that for me? Aw Dad, that's so sweet!"
"I, yes I suppose it is, after I kind of killed the giant green spider that got blown up by a bus but none of the inhabitants of London seemed to notice, things kinda got put in perspective."
"I, no. Sorry father, but I must follow my calling. To become a travelling Pie-Monk and spread the faith. You get free pie samples, want a pie?"
"No Seymour, I can't say I'm not disappointed but if this is what you must do, then I can't stop you. Go and follow your dreams. Even if they don't include taking over the world."
"You don't know much that means to me coming from you," sobbed Seymour, or Pietro or whatever he's called.
(AT PARENTING CLASS)
"And then we agreed to send postcards and exchange pie-samples," said Magneto, "sorry, I'm welling up here."
"That is so beautiful!" sighed Elvis, "if only I had the same relationship with my son, you're lucky that your son actually showed some signs of wanting to help you take over the world, my Engelburt is only interested in 'football'."
"I am so sorry Elvis."
"Yeah well, if anyone's gonna take over the world it'll be you Mags, I mean, you have the cool cape and helmet and stupid mutant nickname. Oh and you can do that dodgy metal thing. What chance so I have, all I can do is throw apples at dogs."
"Yeah, I agree, er I mean, cheer up! You'll be bossing me around before the end of the year I bet human!" joked Magneto.
(NEAR SOME SEA SOMEWHERE)
"If I want to spread the word of the great Pie-God I'll have to go overseas," pondered Pietro, "how'll I do that?"
"Use the Piedish!"
"Who said that?"
"It was me, Skoda."
"Yoda?"
"No, Skoda."
"Show yourself!"
"Do not fear Pietro, I have been following you for a while, you are a true believer and I shall help you in your quest."
A seagull swaggered over to where Pietro stood.
"Use the Mega-Super-Ultra-Over-Priced Pie Dish to sail over the sea."
"Why did I never think of that?" sighed Pietro.
"One day you shall be as wise as me," answered the seagull named Skoda.
And so the duo sailed over the sea and spread the word of the Pie God. Magneto kept going to parenting classes and formed a beautiful bond with Elvis who pretended to have a mutant power of apple throwing and chose the stupid nickname of Granny Smith.
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That is the first of the intervals, yup. Weird idea that came to me one day, whaddya think? I have many more ideas like this lined up!