Maybe. She probably thought I'd have a different power. [He imagines she'd been on the look out for metal, not speed. She was probably expecting someone more like Erik from the beginning.]
I could, but come on. Chewing that slow? Everything would be like, digested before I took the next bite. [Gross.] That's a good bet. I could probably out eat the whole house if I wanted to.
[Peter laughs at Kurt's expression, nudging his shoulder affectionately.]
Yeah. Like carbon copies, man. You would have liked them. Well, Billy at least. Tommy wasn't here long. [Peter loved him anyway, of course. He'd be protective of any of Wanda's offspring. But he didn't know much about him other than fast.] Wanda won't usually use her power for pranks or immature stuff, you know. But Billy totally would.
What was she expecting? [If he asks in a mostly offhanded manner, maybe Peter won't notice and he'll let it slip that Erik's his dad? Not that Kurt knows, but he'd be amazed to learn such a thing.]
... that sounds disgusting, [he admits, wrinkling his nose.] I don't doubt it a single bit, Peter.
[The bump against his shoulder makes him glance up, iridescent eyes blinking thoughtfully. His lips quirk in the barest hint of a smile at the gesture; he's never been around someone who's so open with forms of endearment like that.]
It's too bad that I didn't get the chance to meet them. I'd have liked to see if Tommy took after his uncle at all. [A somewhat broader grin this time.] Perhaps it's Billy who is more like you, then.
Probably powers more like my dad. [His expression wavers, split second changes from gloomy to annoyed to an attempt to smile. Since Jean knows, he thinks all the other X-Men know.] She probably expected me to start floating around the silverware instead of breaking the sound barrier.
Very disgusting. [He says that a little too cheerfully.]
Who knows, maybe they'll come back. [He could only wish. He missed Billy, and to a lesser extent, Kid Loki hanging around Wanda. He'd never had a brother. The boys were almost that for him.] No way. Billy humored me but he took after his mom. Smart and powerful. More concerned with peace then fighting.
[There's something sentimental in his voice, a pride that only comes out when he's talking about his family.] He was a good kid.
[Except Kurt doesn't know, so when Peter mentions levitating utensils, his brow furrows with confusion. An ability like that is not unheard of; he knows someone who can manipulate metal. If it's the same person Peter's talking about, then that would mean . . .] You're speaking of powers like Magneto. [And that means--] ... Erik's your father.
[Holy mother of—!] Peter, I had no idea you two were related! [Here's to hoping the speedster won't mind the revelation.]
Perhaps. [But he wouldn't wish that on anyone, no matter how much he missed them. That's not an insinuation toward Peter wanting it, though.] Rather admirable. Peace has always been a better option, in my opinion.
[Unsurprisingly, the warmth of his friend's tone doesn't go unnoticed. His earlier astonishment softens, shoulders slumping beneath the comfortable weight of Peter's fondness for his nephew.] I'm sure he was.
[A brief surprise crosses Peter's face. He didn't honestly think Jean would babble to everyone, but he still worried how many in the house had been keeping secrets from him. It's a relief to know some were silent from innocent ignorance.] You really didn't know? Guess I wasn't the only one out of the loop.
I didn't know either, not until recently. But he's my dad. Surprise.
[His face twitches, unable to settle on an expression. He's accepted the weight of his lineage and is trying to make something of a relationship with the man. But he's still torn about what it means to have a connection to a man like that. What it means to share his blood.]
See? You two would have definitely gotten along. [Peter smiles. So much of his family had been so hellbent on revenge and anger. He's glad one of them got away with something kinder. Same as how he's glad the others in the house seem to have the same.]
Guess not, [he murmurs, one hand reaching to rest at the nape of his neck. Absently, he wonders how many people knew before the both of them, though he doesn't think to ask.
Nightcrawler watches his friend's features shift, his own dark eyebrows knitting together with concern. Without much thought, he moves the hand from his neck to Peter's shoulder, giving the most reassuring squeeze he can manage.] Do you, ah, want to talk about it? [Because he can see that finding out about this has hit the other mutant in a way that doesn't seem all too pleasant.]
I would have been honored to meet your nephews. Maybe someday there'll be a chance where I will get to. Until then, you can just tell me more about them.
[Peter fidgets, running a hand through his hair and playing with his clothes. The look on Kurt's face makes him sigh and he twitches under the well meaning touch.]
What's there to talk about? Mom never talked about him. Then Jean shows up here, waits months to tell me that, apparently, Mom had a reason she kept quiet. [He chews his lip, shrugs the shoulder Kurt's not touching.] Did you know he had another kid?
[He hasn't asked that of Jean yet, trying too hard to keep the fragile peace between them. He didn't want to make accusations and get upset at her again.]
Hopefully you will. I don't think Billy minded it here, you know? He found himself a boyfriend, so I guess he wouldn't. [Peter doesn't realize how well Billy had known Kid Loki before. When they talked of the past, they usually stuck to Tommy and Billy's version of Wanda.] He made me a pair of headphones once. It was wild how powerful he could be. Still did silly stuff for me.
[He scrunches his nose at the way Peter squirms, withdrawing the hand and tucking it behind his back. Making him uncomfortable hadn't been Kurt's intention, yet it happened anyway.]
I'm sorry, I— [pause, his posture drooping.] I had made an incorrect assumption. [He'd been unaware of Jean knowing, too, but that isn't what he focuses on.] Aside from Wanda? No, I didn't.
A boyfriend, huh? Was it someone you approved of or are you more of the 'as long as they're happy, I'm happy' type of person when it comes to relationships? [His hand reaches up, fingers absently brushing the point of his ear.] I'm sure they were great headphones. Tell me about the other silly things! ... if you want to, that is.
No, it's- [Peter groans.] You don't owe me an apology. You weren't lying to me.
[His face twists up, then relaxes. No use in getting upset again. He'd settled things with Jean for a reason. But then there comes talking about Nina...]
He had daughter. Not Wanda, but a little one. [He looks away, gaze finding a window. 'Had'. Peter's not sure how much of that he should talk about to anyone. It still feels like more Erik's story than his.] It'd figure. I've got to have a million sisters by now.
[He shrugs, looking a little awkward. Embarrassed.] I mean, I didn't like that he kept it from me. [That part stung. He never wanted to make his own family feel ostracized.] I'd be kind of a hypocrite if I didn't approve, you know.
[What, with the minor crushes he'd had on a few of the male shipmates back before J took over his life. Or the way he used to tease Andrew. It just so happens Kurt's the first person outside of Andrew and Charlie to hear that out of Peter, thus the embarrassment.]
They were awesome. He helped me clean once, you know making mops and stuff. Nothing says serious powers then helping me slack off on janitor duty.
Perhaps not, but it. Still sucks. [If he's being completely blunt, for once. Lying, though, piques his interest more than it should. Not that he dares to ask.
He gives Peter a quick once-over, trying to gauge his reaction before glancing away. Still not nearly bold enough to question it.]
Had, [he repeats.] Meaning she is no longer around. [Whether it be from death or some other sort of loss, Kurt can't say, but it's upsetting, nonetheless.] Did you ever get to meet her?
[Which he probably shouldn't inquire about, except he's never thought to ask Erik how many children he has. Heck, he hadn't even known about Peter, until just a few minutes ago. Of course, that also includes Wanda, who's never been to their world? What a bizarre turn of events.] Finding out that family has been keeping secrets from you is somewhat disheartening. [Squint.] No, I— I can't say that I know.
[He has to admit, it's different to see Peter show embarrassment. Like, vulnerable in a way that has him wondering if he should even be allowed such a thing.]
They had you on janitorial duty? It's like they were begging for you to dawdle.
Yeah. [He sighs like he's been punched in the gut, expression flitting between upset and calm and grateful in the span of seconds.] Nothing like finding out your disappeared dad tried to kill a president. And apparently tried to end the world.
[His quick expressions settle for pained at the thought of Nina. He still can't grasp the idea of her in his head, all thoughts redirecting to the little girl waiting for big brother back home. It's still enough to hurt because he can't imagine losing his chance with the sister he knows.] I don't think I find out about her until after.
[He leaves that solemn thought behind to get embarrassed again. Peter rubs his neck, unsure whether its worth owning up to. He doesn't actually think Kurt will be disgusted with him; he wouldn't really expect that of any mutant any more. But coming from the 70s still makes him wary.] Because of me, I mean. It's be kind of hypocritical to say shit about him liking boys.
[His whole face is red and he's looking anywhere but at Kurt.]
They had me cleaning and playing body guard. Who knows what those people were thinking. Ten seconds with me would tell you I don't bother cleaning up other people's messes.
But what if— [Erik had mentioned something before-- something that made him wonder if he really did kill the president. Kurt purses his lips, brow furrowing before he shakes his head.] Nevermind. At least, in the end, he changed his mind and helped defeat Apocalypse.
[There are so many loaded questions he has about this child of Magneto (and not the one standing in front of him), though he figures it better to not ask. Peter confirms his suspicions about not being able to provide information not too long after.] Once everything's already said and done, of course.
[He sees you trying to avoid him, Peter.] You like boys? [he inquires, leaning to the side, his best attempt at trying to see the speedster's face. The grin splitting his features should say enough about his thoughts on Peter and whom he decides to share a relationship with. In case it isn't obvious, though:] I'm not judging you at all. I just didn't know.
You look like a tomato, by the way.
[Snicker.] Most of the time, I imagine that you hardly clean up your own messes, [he teases.] So, why they believed you would take care of someone else's is beyond me.
[Peter sighs. That's the argument Jean had used on him.] I know. And, look, I'm not trying to push the guy out or whatever. It's just kind of hard to forget all the bad stuff.
[Of course, Peter could easily over look any legal wrongdoings. He's not as upset about the attempted end of the world as he is his own abandonment. Not being there was much harder to forgive.]
Sort of? Sometimes. [Peter groans. He hates feeling awkward. He supposes it's better to have this conversation with Kurt than some stranger.] Not like I go around talking about it. And it's not like it matters. Because, you know, J.
[He scowls and rubs his face.] Don't rub it in blue boy.
You should have seen my room back home. I don't clean. [Honestly, feel for his poor mother.] The people on the ship were crazy. Completely crazy.
I'm not saying you should. [Because he sometimes wonders why his biological parents had done away with him. Except, there's one small detail in his situation: he doesn't know who they are.] Given the circumstances, I'd be having a lot of conflicting emotions. Mostly anger, though.
[And that's not something he feels too often. At least, not when it comes to this subject. He prefers to leave it alone and pretend like it doesn't bother him; an unhealthy coping mechanism he's almost perfected.
Kurt nods with affirmation to show that he understands-- both about the boys and J.] I'm sure she keeps you monogamous, [he answers gently.
Ironic, since Peter's the one touching his face. He snorts, briefly cupping a hand around his mouth and nose to muffle the gauche noise.] From my point of view, you're the one rubbing it in.
Maybe I'll get a chance to, if we ever get back home.
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I could, but come on. Chewing that slow? Everything would be like, digested before I took the next bite. [Gross.] That's a good bet. I could probably out eat the whole house if I wanted to.
[Peter laughs at Kurt's expression, nudging his shoulder affectionately.]
Yeah. Like carbon copies, man. You would have liked them. Well, Billy at least. Tommy wasn't here long. [Peter loved him anyway, of course. He'd be protective of any of Wanda's offspring. But he didn't know much about him other than fast.] Wanda won't usually use her power for pranks or immature stuff, you know. But Billy totally would.
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... that sounds disgusting, [he admits, wrinkling his nose.] I don't doubt it a single bit, Peter.
[The bump against his shoulder makes him glance up, iridescent eyes blinking thoughtfully. His lips quirk in the barest hint of a smile at the gesture; he's never been around someone who's so open with forms of endearment like that.]
It's too bad that I didn't get the chance to meet them. I'd have liked to see if Tommy took after his uncle at all. [A somewhat broader grin this time.] Perhaps it's Billy who is more like you, then.
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Very disgusting. [He says that a little too cheerfully.]
Who knows, maybe they'll come back. [He could only wish. He missed Billy, and to a lesser extent, Kid Loki hanging around Wanda. He'd never had a brother. The boys were almost that for him.] No way. Billy humored me but he took after his mom. Smart and powerful. More concerned with peace then fighting.
[There's something sentimental in his voice, a pride that only comes out when he's talking about his family.] He was a good kid.
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[Holy mother of—!] Peter, I had no idea you two were related! [Here's to hoping the speedster won't mind the revelation.]
Perhaps. [But he wouldn't wish that on anyone, no matter how much he missed them. That's not an insinuation toward Peter wanting it, though.] Rather admirable. Peace has always been a better option, in my opinion.
[Unsurprisingly, the warmth of his friend's tone doesn't go unnoticed. His earlier astonishment softens, shoulders slumping beneath the comfortable weight of Peter's fondness for his nephew.] I'm sure he was.
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I didn't know either, not until recently. But he's my dad. Surprise.
[His face twitches, unable to settle on an expression. He's accepted the weight of his lineage and is trying to make something of a relationship with the man. But he's still torn about what it means to have a connection to a man like that. What it means to share his blood.]
See? You two would have definitely gotten along. [Peter smiles. So much of his family had been so hellbent on revenge and anger. He's glad one of them got away with something kinder. Same as how he's glad the others in the house seem to have the same.]
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Nightcrawler watches his friend's features shift, his own dark eyebrows knitting together with concern. Without much thought, he moves the hand from his neck to Peter's shoulder, giving the most reassuring squeeze he can manage.] Do you, ah, want to talk about it? [Because he can see that finding out about this has hit the other mutant in a way that doesn't seem all too pleasant.]
I would have been honored to meet your nephews. Maybe someday there'll be a chance where I will get to. Until then, you can just tell me more about them.
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What's there to talk about? Mom never talked about him. Then Jean shows up here, waits months to tell me that, apparently, Mom had a reason she kept quiet. [He chews his lip, shrugs the shoulder Kurt's not touching.] Did you know he had another kid?
[He hasn't asked that of Jean yet, trying too hard to keep the fragile peace between them. He didn't want to make accusations and get upset at her again.]
Hopefully you will. I don't think Billy minded it here, you know? He found himself a boyfriend, so I guess he wouldn't. [Peter doesn't realize how well Billy had known Kid Loki before. When they talked of the past, they usually stuck to Tommy and Billy's version of Wanda.] He made me a pair of headphones once. It was wild how powerful he could be. Still did silly stuff for me.
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I'm sorry, I— [pause, his posture drooping.] I had made an incorrect assumption. [He'd been unaware of Jean knowing, too, but that isn't what he focuses on.] Aside from Wanda? No, I didn't.
A boyfriend, huh? Was it someone you approved of or are you more of the 'as long as they're happy, I'm happy' type of person when it comes to relationships? [His hand reaches up, fingers absently brushing the point of his ear.] I'm sure they were great headphones. Tell me about the other silly things! ... if you want to, that is.
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[His face twists up, then relaxes. No use in getting upset again. He'd settled things with Jean for a reason. But then there comes talking about Nina...]
He had daughter. Not Wanda, but a little one. [He looks away, gaze finding a window. 'Had'. Peter's not sure how much of that he should talk about to anyone. It still feels like more Erik's story than his.] It'd figure. I've got to have a million sisters by now.
[He shrugs, looking a little awkward. Embarrassed.] I mean, I didn't like that he kept it from me. [That part stung. He never wanted to make his own family feel ostracized.] I'd be kind of a hypocrite if I didn't approve, you know.
[What, with the minor crushes he'd had on a few of the male shipmates back before J took over his life. Or the way he used to tease Andrew. It just so happens Kurt's the first person outside of Andrew and Charlie to hear that out of Peter, thus the embarrassment.]
They were awesome. He helped me clean once, you know making mops and stuff. Nothing says serious powers then helping me slack off on janitor duty.
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He gives Peter a quick once-over, trying to gauge his reaction before glancing away. Still not nearly bold enough to question it.]
Had, [he repeats.] Meaning she is no longer around. [Whether it be from death or some other sort of loss, Kurt can't say, but it's upsetting, nonetheless.] Did you ever get to meet her?
[Which he probably shouldn't inquire about, except he's never thought to ask Erik how many children he has. Heck, he hadn't even known about Peter, until just a few minutes ago. Of course, that also includes Wanda, who's never been to their world? What a bizarre turn of events.] Finding out that family has been keeping secrets from you is somewhat disheartening. [Squint.] No, I— I can't say that I know.
[He has to admit, it's different to see Peter show embarrassment. Like, vulnerable in a way that has him wondering if he should even be allowed such a thing.]
They had you on janitorial duty? It's like they were begging for you to dawdle.
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[His quick expressions settle for pained at the thought of Nina. He still can't grasp the idea of her in his head, all thoughts redirecting to the little girl waiting for big brother back home. It's still enough to hurt because he can't imagine losing his chance with the sister he knows.] I don't think I find out about her until after.
[He leaves that solemn thought behind to get embarrassed again. Peter rubs his neck, unsure whether its worth owning up to. He doesn't actually think Kurt will be disgusted with him; he wouldn't really expect that of any mutant any more. But coming from the 70s still makes him wary.] Because of me, I mean. It's be kind of hypocritical to say shit about him liking boys.
[His whole face is red and he's looking anywhere but at Kurt.]
They had me cleaning and playing body guard. Who knows what those people were thinking. Ten seconds with me would tell you I don't bother cleaning up other people's messes.
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[There are so many loaded questions he has about this child of Magneto (and not the one standing in front of him), though he figures it better to not ask. Peter confirms his suspicions about not being able to provide information not too long after.] Once everything's already said and done, of course.
[He sees you trying to avoid him, Peter.] You like boys? [he inquires, leaning to the side, his best attempt at trying to see the speedster's face. The grin splitting his features should say enough about his thoughts on Peter and whom he decides to share a relationship with. In case it isn't obvious, though:] I'm not judging you at all. I just didn't know.
You look like a tomato, by the way.
[Snicker.] Most of the time, I imagine that you hardly clean up your own messes, [he teases.] So, why they believed you would take care of someone else's is beyond me.
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[Of course, Peter could easily over look any legal wrongdoings. He's not as upset about the attempted end of the world as he is his own abandonment. Not being there was much harder to forgive.]
Sort of? Sometimes. [Peter groans. He hates feeling awkward. He supposes it's better to have this conversation with Kurt than some stranger.] Not like I go around talking about it. And it's not like it matters. Because, you know, J.
[He scowls and rubs his face.] Don't rub it in blue boy.
You should have seen my room back home. I don't clean. [Honestly, feel for his poor mother.] The people on the ship were crazy. Completely crazy.
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[And that's not something he feels too often. At least, not when it comes to this subject. He prefers to leave it alone and pretend like it doesn't bother him; an unhealthy coping mechanism he's almost perfected.
Kurt nods with affirmation to show that he understands-- both about the boys and J.] I'm sure she keeps you monogamous, [he answers gently.
Ironic, since Peter's the one touching his face. He snorts, briefly cupping a hand around his mouth and nose to muffle the gauche noise.] From my point of view, you're the one rubbing it in.
Maybe I'll get a chance to, if we ever get back home.