This first one is a one shot about a weird dream Pietro has. At least, Pietro thinks the dream is weird.
Hope you like it.
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was out, birds were singing. In a house, a teenage boy with white hair and blue eyes woke up and got out of bed. His name was Pietro and he was looking at himself in the mirror.
"Morning, good looking," he said top the reflection.
Still wearing his pajama pants and pajama long sleeved shirt, Pietro walked down to the kitchen.
What he found in the kitchen shocked him.
He saw a man with white hair and blue eyes, wearing a red robe, making eggs and bacon.
"Dad?" said Pietro.
"Good morning, son," said Erik, smiling.
"What are you doing here? And why are you making breakfast?"
"What do you mean? I've been making breakfast for you, your sisters, and mother for years."
"You what now?"
"Morning!"
A teenage girl, around the same age and hight as Pietro, with auburn hair and blue eyes, walked into the kitchen.
"Wanda?" asked Pietro, shocked.
"Good morning, brother," smiled Wanda.
"What are you doing here? Father locked you away!"
"What? Daddy would never do that. You're so silly, Pea!"
Pietro blinked a few times.
A woman with auburn hair and blue eyes walked into the kitchen and kissed Erik on the lips.
"Good morning, Erik."
"Good morning, Magda," Erik said with love.
"Mom!" exclaimed Pietro. "But you died giving birth to Wanda and me!"
"What are you talking about, sweetie?" asked Magda, concerned for her child. "I never died. Why would you think I died?"
"Mom, I like Pietro is sick," said Wanda. "He's not himself."
"Are you alright, son?" asked Erik.
"I don't know," said Pietro.
'Could this get any weirder?'
And right on cue, a young woman with auburn hair and blue eyes walked in.
"Good morning, everyone!"
"Who are you?" asked Pietro.
Everyone looked at Pietro oddly.
"Pietro, it's our older sister Anya," said Wanda.
"How could you not know me?" asked Anya.
"Anya? But Father said you died before Wanda and I were born!" shouted Pietro, freaked out.
"I never said that," said Erik.
Pietro took a seat, trying to think of what was going on.
"Pietro, are you alright?" asked Wanda.
"No." Pietro pointed at Erik. "You're acting like a loving father and making eggs." He looked at his twin sister. "You're standing here with a happy smile on your face. Mom and Anya, both of who I've never met because they're supposed to be dead, are standing here in this kitchen. What the hell is going on?"
"Honey, I think you should go back to bed," said Magda. "You're not thinking right."
"Don't tell me what to do!"
"Don't raise your voice to your mother," warned Erik.
"Go to Hell, buckethead!"
"Buckethead?" asked Wanda.
"This can't be real," said Pietro. "It can't be."
Pietro grabbed the frying pan and hit himself in the face.
Pietro shot up in his bed, panting.
He looked around and saw his was in his bedroom in the Brotherhood boarding house. It was three in the morning and still dark outside.
The speed demon sighed in relief.
"Man. What a weird dream."
Not wanting to go back to sleep, Pietro went to get something to eat.
Yeah. Pietro thinks having a dream where he has a loving family is weird.
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