"Peter? What? Oh, that's great, no problem, just go there - you have the key, right? That's good, be careful on the way, I will bring dinner back, yes. Le-wen"
After hanging up the phone, Charles finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to Eric and said, "They are safe now. I think we can rest assured. Peter took Wanda back to my house. It was bewitched and there will be no police looking for him." Go in.
Erik's face was livid, of course the target would not be Charles - all because the lady with long flaxen hair sitting opposite him was his ex-girlfriend, and he had just been told that in addition to his youngest daughter, he also had a pair of adult Sons and daughters, and I'm afraid they are all now secretly wanted criminals for assisting in the prison break and the attack on Avengers Tower.
Let’s not talk about the daughter who was stolen when she was young - let’s just talk about Peter. His son had lived with him under the same roof for a long time, but he had no idea about it. This incident made him feel extremely annoyed and regretful, and he decided to settle the score with Emma afterwards. The suit she had prepared in Peter's size when she got married was definitely not good. By chance, this woman has always had a twisted mentality. It is entirely possible that she could see through everything but not tell Erik.
And - if it weren't for this, Erik was sure that Magda would never be willing to come to her door to talk about this matter. She originally came to the door following the business card that Charles left when he visited many years ago, but Erik was about to go out at that time. After the two collisions, even if Charles wanted to comply with Peter's wish, it was impossible. .
"...God bless. Thank you, Mr. Xavier."
Magda breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders relaxed, her face full of sorrow, "If something happens to her - if something happens to them, I really don't know what to do."
"It's okay, Magda - if you don't mind me calling him that. Peter's a good kid, that's what I'm supposed to do, not to mention Erik's an old friend of mine."
Charles still spoke appropriately, but at this time he heard the sound of Erik grinding his teeth - he was gritting his teeth to hold back his anger, because he believed that Magda had a lot of responsibility for this matter.
"Our breakup was the result of your consent," he growled in a low voice after Magda told the whole story, "but you hid the fact that you had a child from me!"
"They are my children, they are none of your business!" Magda's face was haggard, but her character was as stubborn as before. She was no longer as young and beautiful as she used to be. "Wanda - she is my fault." She was full of pain. He said, "But Peter was raised by me alone. Do you dare to say that if you were the one raising the child, would you do a good job?"
"I will fulfill all the responsibilities of a father to love and protect my son!" Erik said, "I will not let them fall into danger. I am far more capable than you in protecting them."
"Just because of your weird abilities and your violent personality?" Magda gritted her teeth and looked directly into Erik's eyes. Although she was extremely afraid of this man, this fear was the reason why she ran away from him. "How do I know that I Will the child become... a world-class murderer! You didn't even have a fixed residence at that time. You were obsessed with killing people. You would break a bartender's hand even if he offended you. You want me to believe that? Can such a person be a father? I can't tolerate my child becoming like you!"
"how dare you……"
Erik glared at his ex-girlfriend.
Charles held his forehead in the wheelchair next to him and sighed. Although there will be a lot of buffering between a man and a woman when they have a child, it is obvious that this pair - although he couldn't help but feel sour when he used this word - there will be no buffering. It is better to say that there is no trace of emotion left. In this case, the children who are cherished by both parties are their unique points that are prone to conflict.
"Anyway, they're okay for the time being," he said, hoping that his relatively gentle tone had softened the atmosphere between them. "They'll stay at my place until things calm down, okay, magda?"
"It's natural...I will send Peter's things over." Magda felt a little uncomfortable for some reason when facing Charles, "Although I really don't want to trouble you...but now we have to do this for their safety. .”
"No need." Erik said mercilessly, "Peter has a set of equipment at my house, and I will-"
"——Peter has a very good relationship with Harry and I. He often comes to live with us, so you don't have to worry about this." Charles cut off Erik's words and gave him a reproachful look, "Erik has a little daughter, and he also knows how to choose a girl. Children's stuff, if you'd like, why don't you help bring some of your clothes to Wanda? Her figure looks as slim as yours."
Magda reached out and wiped her red eyes: "Thank you... I really didn't expect that she would look like this when I see her again."
"I guess she is a good child, she just has some difficulties," Charles couldn't help but reached out and patted her shoulder, comforting her softly, "She even recognized Peter, Magda, if she resists Peter, Peter will not be so easy. It’s a good thing to save her, everything will be fine.”
Erik expressionlessly pulled off the hand that was patting Magda and held it firmly in his palm.
"Don't be like this - you look like a bastard, honey." Charles couldn't help but say in his head.
"What's wrong with me?" Erik said, obviously not feeling at all that he had done anything wrong.
Charles sighed again.
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After sending Magda away, Charles sighed and returned to his office. As expected, Erik was scratching his hair with his head hanging down, a very painful expression on his face.
"Oh, come on, Erik," Charles went over and stroked his back, "I know it's hard for you to digest...but, it's not a bad thing."
"I'm so stupid," Erik said.
"What?" Charles didn't understand what he meant for a moment.
"Peter told me ten years ago," Erik took a deep breath, stood up and paced anxiously, "he said his mother also knew a man who could manipulate metal."
"...Oh." Charles nodded, knowing that Erik probably fell into the abyss of guilt. "He must not have been sure at the time, Erik."
"He looks...he looks like me." Erik struggled to say this.
Yes, that's right, Peter is like him. Erik recalled the young man's face. If his overly lively expression and often raised eyebrows were not included, Peter undoubtedly looked like him. Naturally, the lines of his facial features were more like Magda, softer, but he still did not run away. Out of shape, if you want a lively and younger Erik, it should be like Peter.
"You don't know he exists," Charles comforted him, "Peter doesn't blame you."
"He knew... why didn't he say it?" Erik's voice sounded even more painful. "He must be blaming me. Blame me for not knowing that I have a son and for not fulfilling my responsibilities as a father..."
"Nonsense." Charles said, "Don't think of your son like that. You clearly know that he has always respected you - we have lived together for so long."
"And Wanda," Erik thought of this and almost wanted to jump in from the edge of hell, "if I had known that Magda was pregnant with them..."
No. He himself now denies this in his mind. He was extremely obsessed with revenge back then. If he had stayed with Magda or taken away a pair of children, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to keep a single child now. Thinking of this, Erik felt extremely painful.
Magda is right. If she hadn't been raising the child alone, it's hard to say what Peter and Wanda would be like now.
"Does that mean I won't be able to meet you?" Charles said with a smile, he reached out his hand and gently stroked Erik's cheek.
Erik grabbed his hand and kissed his fingertips.
"I won't allow that to happen." He felt even more guilty when he thought of this. What if he hadn't met Charles? No, that kind of thing can't happen. Erik can't even imagine the consequences in such a world - so he doesn't regret leaving Magda, even though it was the latter who broke up with him first and fled from him.
It's just that this lack of regret is not good for his children.
"So you can't regret it now that you have no time, eh?" Charles smiled and touched Erik's with the tip of his nose, "You have escaped trouble for many years, Erik, and all your hard work has been borne by Magda, so you Guess what, it's time to be a 'father who cleans up the bad things his children do.'"
Charles' words always seemed to have magic power and had the effect of soothing people's hearts. Every time he looked into those blue eyes and his ears were filled with his gentle words, Erik never regretted meeting this person.
He exhaled.
"You're right," he said, "it's time for me to fulfill my responsibilities as a father - where do you think we should start? If we want to wipe the butt of our children? First find Hank to hack the building video and all news record"
Charles raised his eyebrows, and after thinking about it, he found that he was quite confused in this regard.
"Oh, I don't know - you know, Harry never gets into trouble, I have no experience." He blinked his blue eyes and said sincerely, "But, Erik, should you take Nina home first?" , let her recognize her brothers and sisters?"
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When Peter opened the door, Wanda still had a strange look on her face.
"Are you sure it's okay to bring me in...here?" She said with a strange expression, "I mean, you haven't recognized our father yet, and this is his boyfriend's home..."
"Please, there's no problem at all. Charles is a very good person. I...well, I think I like Charles as a father more than Erik as a father." Peter touched his nose, "Then what do you say? Well, God owes me a father, so he gave me two in return."
"That's not the case, Peter." Wanda couldn't help but laugh. She took the plush slippers that Peter handed her. She was careful not to rub the dust on her clothes with the furniture. She walked around and looked at Xavier's house. "Look here. It’s big enough.”
"It's big enough. It's so big that Harry would get lost when he was learning to walk." Peter walked happily to the kitchen, "It is said that this place will be filled with students during the holidays."
"Oh... I thought Xavier's family has a big family." Wanda nodded and said hesitantly, "otherwise there is no reason to explain that their family has such a big house."
"Of course not, you can look at the picture frame above the fireplace - Charles's family is very small, except for his sister, Harry, that's him. There are three of them." Peter's words were as fast as the movements of his hands, and he took out tea leaves from the cupboard. , then boiled the water in the kettle, then sneaked over to her sister and pointed, "Look, this is Harry, this is Charles."
He was referring to a recent photo of a boy standing next to his father in a wheelchair, wearing robes and a large wizard's hat that looked comical. You can hear in Peter's voice how much he likes the people in this family, the boy and the man. He couldn't help but smile, and the lines on his cold face softened.
The man looked very handsome - very British handsome, and to be honest it wasn't annoying. He seemed to be a very kind man, which made Wanda feel a little better.
"You seem to have said that he - this kid is a wizard? Right?" Wanda said.
Her scarlet-stained hand moved across the photo. The boy has messy black hair, green eyes and a round face, which makes him extremely cute. Not to mention that he is also wearing a wizard's robe that seems to be worn at a Halloween party and holding a wand in his hand.
"Beautiful child." Wanda commented.
"——Guess how he met me?" Peter made a face, "I was bored to death at home, and then he fell from the sky, like a gift dropped by Santa Claus, but he was all wet——Okay Well, actually he had an accident that day, and he would have been in big trouble if he hadn't fallen here with me."
"Are there really wizards in this world? Are they born with magic?" Wanda raised her hand, red light flowing in her hand, "Is this this kind of thing?"
"It's more practical, such as turning mice into cups and making furniture float... I've also seen him brewing potions at home. The smell was disgusting." Peter happily pulled Wanda to sit on the sofa and followed him. His sister said, "Scott—who is Charles's student—caught a severe cold during the vacation and couldn't cope with it even with medicine. Harry directly gave him a dose of cold medicine, and his ears kept smoking all day long. I love potions! You should see it, everyone was laughing so hard, he was so shameless all day."
He wanted to talk about some light things, and Wanda also wanted to listen to Peter talk about some interesting things in his life, so they sat side by side and talked in a rare and comfortable manner.
When Charles pushed the door open, the kettle was whining, reminding him that the water was about to boil dry.
"Peter?" He pushed the wheelchair into the door, "Have you boiled the water?"
In response, a strange scream rang out in the living room, and along with the noise of the TV, the sound of water boiling stopped abruptly.
"Charles!" Peter almost jumped out, "Are you back? Are you racing? It's only...about ten minutes?" He asked nervously, his eyes darting behind him, but he didn't see Eric's The figure breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't look at it," Charles said regretfully, "You will have to face this sooner or later - let me tell you directly: your mother was worried about you and found the academy today. No, don't ask me why she went there, I Guess it’s my fault I gave her a business card ten years ago.”
Peter stiffened almost instantly. At this moment, Charles discovered that a young girl in a red coat was standing quietly not far behind Peter, biting her lower lip.
"He went to help your sister buy clothes. We really drove the car all the way back. It looked like he was going to knock down anyone who tried to block his way," Charles joked. He pushed the wheelchair a few steps forward. Peter was very He naturally took over the task of pushing his wheelchair, "I guess you are Wanda, right? You look like Magda."
He slowed his voice down as much as possible to make it sound soft and approachable...and believable. In fact, Charles lied. This was not Erik's original intention at all. The reason why he did not come in was because he thought that he was not mentally prepared to see his children, so he ran away.
"...Have you met my mother?" Wanda chose this question after careful consideration, "Is she okay? She...knows what I did."
"She was very worried about you, and I persuaded her to wait at home for the time being, and we will take good care of you." Charles stretched out his arms and hugged her, "So, I want to say, welcome, Wanda, I am— —”
"I know," Wanda responded calmly, "You are -" she hesitated, "my father's boyfriend. You are Charles."
"Thank you for such a vivid introduction, my dear." Charles looked up at Peter who was looking at the sky in embarrassment, and smiled easily, "Come on, don't stand here, let's go in. Did you want to make tea just now, Peter? Yes. Now, I will ask Harry to come back tonight. Do you prefer Chinese food or French food?"
"...Why did you ask Harry to come back?" Peter said.
"We can throw a small welcome party for Wanda," Charles joked. "You already said that I am your father's boyfriend - shouldn't I let him come and meet his beautiful sister?" He said Then he said to Wanda, "Nina is still in the car. She is asleep. Can you help me carry her down?"
Wanda was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Good girl." Charles smiled as he watched her walk to the car outside, opened the door and took the little girl out. The long-haired girl looked at the girl in her arms and reached out to touch her tender face. There was a very gentle emotion in her eyes.
The beautiful girl hugged the cute little girl. Such a beautiful scene made Charles couldn't help but envy Erik. What does such a father have to worry about? If it were Charles, he wouldn't worry at all. He would immediately do everything he could for his child, and then kiss the child's face and tell him that his father loves him.
"Your dad is a lucky bastard, isn't he?" he said to Peter with a smile.
The author has something to say: I have been busy these days painting the vertical paintings for the V house music in the club, so I am a little busy...I promise that I will resume after these few days, at least I will update it every other day!
My tooth started to hurt again. Anyone who has had root canal treatment tell me whether this thing hurts qaq
ps: I started watching Modern Family today, and I really want to write about the EC family with a very family atmosphere...
