@fastassilver
We carry our parents’ burdens, Erik thought, as he watching the young man through the windows of the coffee shop. Growing up without his parents, Erik had always sworn that he would be there for his children, whenever they came into the world. Yet it seemed he had missed another one once again. For the first time, a son. The records had been in the leaks released by the Black Widow, in the old world. The discussion of a pair of twins in SHIELD captivity, their DNA matched to a sample that had been taken from Erik when he was in captivity. He had found the records years ago, but there had been no notice of who the twins were, where they were being kept, how he should find them. When Scarlet Witch joined the Avengers, speaking about her dead brother, Erik wondered. Wondered, and did nothing about it. Then the world had been rewritten, and Erik had seen the chances for improvement. Things were different here, things were new. He was freed from the worries about the mission, he was old and his age weighed on his bones. There were so many things he would do differently. He had the files. He knew what the boy and girl had looked like, a decade ago. Would he know them this time? Would he miss them again? The bell above the door tinkled as Erik walked into the coffee shop. He headed straight to the table where the boy sat. Placing his hat down on the table, he immediately caught the attention of the boy. Erik stared down at him, using the moment to see the details that had no been captured in the small photo, or remembered by him. “May I speak with you a moment, young man? I believe we have much in common.”
