Remember when Lance was watching Kitty try out for track and Todd and Fred were doing whatever? But what was Pietro doing at the time? Maybe he was visiting some relatives.

Where Pietro Was In Power Surge

Pietro was dressed in normal chlothes with a white lab coat over them and protective goggles over his eyes. He was in one of the school labs, working on a device that was the size of a microwave oven. Formulas covered even inch of the chalk board.

Todd and Fred watched from afar.

"Yo, Tro, what you workin' on, dawg?" asked Todd.

"Something that could change the world," smiled Pietro, not looking at his friends.

"You makin' some sort of super satalite so we can get all the channels and not pay for them?"

"No."

"Are you making a super microwave?" asked Fred.

"No."

"Then what are you makin' that's so great?" asked Todd.

"I'm working on a was to move faster then the speed of light and creat a time machine! Cool, huh?"

They just stared at their white haired science geek friend.

"Oh come on! You guys don't think it's cool to have a time machine?"

"What so great about time travel?" asked Fred. "The past is boring."

"And the future is scary, yo," added Todd. "You don' know what could happen there. There could be giant alien robots trying to take over!"

"Well, with a time machine, we can go to the future, see the horrible stuff there, then come back and change it to make sure it never happens," said Pietro. "And not everything in the past is boring. The thirties weren't so bad. The eighties and nindies were cool."

"Whatever you say, Tro," said Todd.

"I can't believe you guy don't think this is cool."

"We're not science geeks like you are."

"Well excuse me for liking science and wanting to be a scientist when I get older."

"You're excused."

"Ha-ha. Guess when I get famous, I know two mutants who I won't give some of my money too."

That got Todd and Fred to change their attitude.

"I think it's cool," said Fred.

"You're the smartest guy in school. No, in the whole town!" said Todd.

"You can do anything!"

"You're gonna show all those other scientists who's the smartest in the world!"

Pietro smirked. "That's better."

He went to the board and started writing. Todd and Fred went to the machine.

"How does this thing work?" asked Fred.

He started pushing buttons.

Pietro turned around and he had a paniced look on his face.

"No don't touch that!"

The machine started to shake and glow. The lights in the room flickered on and off.

"It's overloading!"

"What do we do? What do we do!" paniced Todd.

"You two leave!" ordered Pietro. I need to try and fix this! It could blow up the school!"

"But-"

"No! Get out!"

They left the room quickly and Pietro tried shutting the machine down, but it started to spark lightning. Then, it made some sort of field that expanded. Pietro covered his face his his arms to try and protect himself.

BOOM!

The windows shattered and the door blew off and smashed into some lockers.

Todd and Fred stared in shock. Some students and teachers rushed to the scene.

"What happened here?" a teacher asked.

"Well, we were watching Pietro do an exparement and were touched it when we weren't supposed to and-" Fred was interupted.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Todd.

"What!"

"Pietro's gone! He blew up!"

It was true. Pietro was no where in the room. All that was there was a destroyed time machine and Pietro's lab coat and googles were on the floor.

Pietro landed on his butt with an "oof!" as he hit soil.

"Where am I?" he asked himself, standing up.

He found himself in an old styled town. The kind he father used to live in growing up.

'He never told me much about his past,' thought Pietro. 'I don't even know anything about his parents. Only their names.'

It was quite in the town. No one was out. It made Pietro feel uneasy.

'My time machine exploded, and I got caught in the explosion. So since I'm not dead like I should be, I must be in the past since this area looks old. But what year?'

He walked to a shop that held books and newspapers outside. He picked one up and looked at the date.

'1941. There's something about that date I should know.'

"Filthy Jew!"

Pietro whipped his head to the direction of the shouting. The men were using large sticks, and their fists to abuse a man who was curled up into a ball, beiing them to not hurt him.

"Please! Please don't hurt me! I have a family who needs me!"

"Shut your mouth, Jew!"

"Hey!"

The men stopped to look at Pietro. They stared at his shockingly white hair.

"Look at that freaky ass kid," one man said.

"Freaky, huh?" asked Pietro. "I'll show you freaky."

He ran circles around the jerk who called him freaky. He punched him in the jaw, then the nose, then in the eyes, then in the jaw again. He man dropped. Pietro picked up his stick.

"You two want some?"

One stared at the mutant boy with fear. Then other with hate.

"He's a demon!" the fearful one cried. "He's not human!" He ran off, scared.

"Demon!" the other cried. "I will kill you!"

He ran toward the speed demon, club ready to hit. Pietro blocked it with his own club. Then he knocked it out of his hands. Pietro used the stick to smack the man's face. Then bonked him on the head, forcing him to the ground. He started beating the man with it until he was out cold.

Pietro spit on the man and sneered at him.

"Dick."

He tossed the stick aside and turned his attention to the man the other three beat up.

"Are you alright, sir?" Pietro asked, helping the man up.

Once he was up, Pietro got a good look at the man. He was an old man. Somewhere in his fifties or sixties. He had short hair and facial hair. His side burns, beard, and mustache conected with each other. His hair, Pietro wasn't quite sure what color it was. He guessed it was a beige color, starting to turn white. It might have been a rich brown color when he was younger. His eyes were brown, and a few areas of his face had bruises on it.

"I am now thanks to you, young man," said the old man.

"No one should be beaten because of their religion."

"What is your name?"

"My name is Pietro Maximoff."

"I am Jakob Lehnsherr."

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Lehnsherr."

"It's nice to meet you too, Pietro."

'His name is Jakob Lehnsherr? No way. He can be my. . .'

"It's odd," said Jakob. "You look just like my son Erik. Only, you're older and have white hair instead of brown."

'Oh my god!' thought Pietro. 'This guy is my grandfather!'

I know I said these would be one-shots, but this one ended up being so long, it looks like it'll be a two-shot.

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