The X-Men raced down the street on their new X-cycles. For Scott, Jean, Kurt, and Jubilee the city was almost a blur with their speed. For Peter, things looked slightly less laggy.
"Pull up here, Cyclops." The speedster said into his com.
"On it, Silver." Their leader agreed, and the team stopped just in front of a large crater, curtesy of Magneto.
"Good call." Jean muttered.
"X-Men." The floating mutant called. "have you come to join me? Or are you ready to fight for these pathetic human lives."
"Oh, we're ready to fight!" Peter called. Then coughed. "Dad." He muttered angrily.
Magneto turned sharply. "What was that?"
"What do you mean?" Scott asked, trying to save Peter face.
"That last thing he said, I didn't hear it."
The team all looked at Peter awkwardly. His words jumbled as he tried to speak as fast as he thought.
"Um, nothing. I just said 'We're ready to fight', because that's what you asked, and then I stopped talking. Yeah."
Then, because neither Xavier nor Wanda- who acted as his impulse control- where there to stop him, he ripped off his motorcycle helmet.
"Dad." He called loudly.
Magneto's eyes widened. "Pie-tro."
Now the X-man was angry. "That's right, your son! And its pronounced Pee-et-tro." Honestly, it wasn't that odd of a name.
"No. P-I-E, T-R-O-. Pie-tro." Magneto literally spelled out. "I know, I named you."
"You ruined my life!" the younger man yelled. In so many ways: his name, his genes, his broken family, his mom's alcoholism, ect, ect.
The other man apparently did not see things that way. "That's not true, I wasn't even there. How could I have ruined your life if I wasn't a part of it." He rolled his eyes.
Now all of Pietro's team mates where ready to hurt this floating man. Jean tested his metal helmet. She couldn't budge it.
"Well, it doesn't even matter." The silver haired man crossed his arms. "I go by Peter now anyway, I don't want your dumb mispronounced name."
Magneto gasped. "Its your heritage!"
"Well you never gave me a great one of those either!" Peter snapped as he put his earbuds in, and picked a song.
The world stilled around him as "Bad Blood" started playing.
It was time to fight, time to face his father.
The X-men stood in the training room later. Jean tried to comfort Peter.
"It's not your fault he is like this. No parent is perfect."
Kurt smiled. "Yeah, my mom is kinda weird. She runs around without clothes on and likes guys who look as non-human as possible." He paused. "Your dad levels cities and attacks and kills innocent people." he admitted awkwardly. "They all have their quirks."
Even later, Peter sat on his bed, playing a small hand held. He was almost tired enough to crash.
His phone rang.
Peter picked it up, looking at it with bleary eyes.
The screen read: "Evil Dad. DO NOT ANSWER."
Peter was not one for following orders, even his own.
Click.
"Hello?" he asked.
A tired looking Eric appeared. His hair went everywhere. His pajama's had little magnets on them.
"Hello? Who is this."
Peter sighed. "Me. Your son."
Eric waited for him to continue. maybe he thought he would join him?
"You called me." Peter said flatly.
"Huh. I must have butt-dialed you. Well, good night."
Click.
Peter groaned.
Parents.
AN: lol. so this is a parody of the scene from the Lego Ninjago Movie trailer. I thought it fet pretty well, and I might make it a running gag for all heroKid villianParent clichés. anyway, I thought it was funny so I wrote it. REVIEW or go check out my other stories, I promise they arnt this crazy. usually.