Imagine Erik Finding Out That You, His Young Daughter, Have Inherited His Powers
“Slow down, Erik, what are you on about?” Charles frowned through the phone.
“Y/N has- she’s- she’s like me, Charles!” Erik sputtered. He had you in one arm, and you were squirming in an attempt to ‘do the magic’ again. You had always been very enchanted by your father when he did little magic tricks with his metallokinesis to entertain you, and you were only concerned with your joy of possessing ‘the magic’ as well.
“NO, Y/N, no, no no, we do not do that with those!” Erik said quickly, moving the silverware you had begun to float out of your sight. He pulled the phone back over to his ear to hear what Charles had to say about it. It didn’t quite matter if he had moved the dangerous utensils; you had found something else to play with.
“Just bring her to the mansion, I’ll run a few simple tests I do with the students, she’ll be fine, Erik.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll bring her up in the morning,” Erik sighed. He hung up the phone with a breath of relief, only to look down at you.
“Papa, look!” you giggled; his old, worn Magneto helmet rested loosely over your head. Memories around that helmet flooded his mind, both good and bad. He had tried to hurt in that headpiece. He had tried to kill, and he had wanted to keep that part of his past far away from you.
However, looking down at the innocence in your eyes, he felt a spark of hope. Maybe, where he had become a symbol of hate, you could be one of hope.
I lost count of the times I have watched this episode, this is the first time I ever noticed this! Little Mikey crawling in front of Big Foot and Donnie! I did not see that before! Thank you so so so much @drummergirl231 for helping with the screen caps!
Oh dear, Donnie. What in the world happened to you?!