This chapter is another version of what Pietro might have done in Where Pietro Was In Shadow Dance. While the X-Men were sending the lizard creatures to their dimension, Pietro got sent to another universe.

Where Pietro Was In Shadow Dance

Tonight was not Pietro's night. First the dance was ruined by those dragon creature things, then one of the creatures tried to kill him. He was able to fight it off, not getting hurt, only his jacket got ruined. Finally, when he and the Brotherhood tried to help send the creatures back, Todd got in a fight with Forge over the machine and Pietro ended up getting hit by it.

Not the speedster found himself on some sort of island.

"Where the hell am I?" Pietro asked himself.

He heard a click-click noise behind him. The kind a gun makes when someone was going to shoot someone.

"Turn around, then freeze and don't speak."

Pietro turned around and was face to face with a man with white hair, blue eyes, and the left half of his body made of metal, holding a gun aimed at him.

"Who are you?"

"Pietro Maximoff."

"Impossible! Quicksilver in on the Moon with the Inhumans!"

"The what?"

"Don't waste my time, kid! Now tell-"

Pietro smacked the man's hand at super speed, sending the gun up. Pietro caught it and pointed it at the man's head.

"Don't you waste my time!" barked Pietro. "I've been though a lot today! Now, tell me who you are, where I am, and what the fuck is going on?"

"Okay, okay! My name is Nathan Summers, I go by Cable, and I'm a mutant. My parents are Scott Summers and Madelyne Pryor. Madelyne is the clone of Jean Grey, so Jean is my biological mother by proxy. I have a clone named Stryfe, who raped my wife Aliya, and got her pregnant. After she gave birth to Tyler, Stryfe's son, me being the biological father by proxy, he killed her. Sinister killed Tyler a year ago. You and I are on Utopia, the X-Men Base and safe haven for mutants, which is on the San Francisco Bay. The X-Men, which is made up of me, my current girlfriend Domino, my father Cyclops, Storm, Iceman, Magma, Gambit, Rogue, Wolverine, and a few others. We are at war with Stryfe, Sinister, and other evil mutants that was to take over the world, and/or kill normal humans."

Pietro stared in shock.

"But. That's not. How can? What year is it?"

"2002."

"2002! Then I'm not in the future! I'm-!" Pietro's eyes grew large. "Oh. My. God! I'm in an alternate universe! A what if! Holy fucking crap!"

Nathan stared at the boy.

"See where I'm from, your parents and I are teenagers who go to high school and no one knows about mutants yet, so we kinda live a somewhat normal life. I got sent here by mistake and need a way home."

"Forge can help you," said Nathan. "He'll get you home in no time."

Pietro handed him the gun. "Thank you."

"Nathan, who's that?"

"Jean?" said Pietro.

A young woman who looked just like Jean stood before them.

"That's not Jean," said Nathan. "She died five years ago. That's Rachel Summers, the daughter of Scott Summers and Jean Grey."

"So, she's your full sister, and at the same time, your half sister."

"Yes."

"Yeah, that's confussing."

"I know."

"What's going on here?" asked Rachel.

"Here's the thing," said Nathan.

Pietro was waiting outside the lab. He wasn't happy about the look he was getting from Logan.

"Stop glaring at me!" Pietro snapped. "I don't wanna be here either! I'm not some spy, if that's what you're worried about! God! All I wanted to do was dance with some hot girls!"

"Logan, I'll handle this," said an older looking Bobby.

Wolverine grunted, then left.

"Sorry about him," said Bobby, taking a seat. "He doesn't like babysitting."

"The Logan I know isn't much of a fan of it either."

"So, what's your world like?"

"Well, no one is hiding in fear."

"We're not hiding. Everyone knows about Mutants, so even if we wanted to, we can't hide. We're just keeping a distance for safety."

"Fine," said Pietro. "Anyway, I like a somewhat normal life. I live in a house and walk among normal humans. They don't know about mutants, so no one hates me and I don't need to hide or find a safe place."

"You're lucky."

"Yeah. Real lucky. But I could be luckier."

"How so?"

". . . It's personal."

BOOM!

"The fuck?" said Pietro.

A man who looked like Nathan, but with dark armor on, showed himself.

"I take it you're Stryfe," Pietro spoke, dryly.

"And you're dead."

"Can't you work any faster?" snapped Lance.

"I'm doing the best I can," said Forge, trying to fix his machine.

"Don't yell at Forge!" snapped Scott. "It's not his fault Maximoff is gone!"

"Shut up, yo!" shouted Todd, feeling guilty. "I feel bad enough as it is!"

"Done!" announced Forge.

He pushed a red button and a bright light show happened. When it cleared, there stood Pietro.

His clothes were ripped, his hair was a mess, and he had a little blood on him.

"Speedy, you okay?" asked Tabitha, worried.

Pietro looked at the Brotherhood and X-Men, his face held no emotion on it, and said in a low voice,

"I. Hate. Dimension. Traveling."

And he ran home to clean up and sleep.