This is my fifth oneshot for my Fanfiction account, a random Easter idea. Since all the Coronavirus stuff I thought I may has well get back on the writing wagon, I'm one of the at risk people so it will give me something to do while I quarantine myself away from the world for 12 weeks lol I'm going to try and write at least one oneshot each week if I can.

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Easter Sunday -14th of April 1968

Easter Sunday was another one of Peter's favourite holidays, it involved chocolate eggs and other Easter activates. He normally went to church with his Mom and his Grandma Maximoff, but he had been banned from church services for the next three months over the baby Jesus sunglasses incident. He had no idea how they found out it was him though, but he hadn't thought his prank through. His sunglasses had his name carved into it's frame, he was the only Peter Maximoff in his town.

Peter wasn't bothered about missing church anyway, he would rather spend his Sunday mornings in front of the television watching Mighty Mouse and eating cereal. Peter and his Mom left their house about an hour before the church service began, they were going to pick up his Grandma Maximoff first. Pulling up outside of Peter's Grandma's house in his Mom's Rambler Wagon he peered through the car's back window, he waited patiently for her to appear. Waving to her when she finally opened the front door he zoomed out of the car to meet her, taking her handbag from her hand he rummaged through it until he found a packet of Twizzlers.

" Hey Grandma!" He said.

" Hello Peter, I see you've found that treat I left in my bag for you." She said while she locked the front door of her home. " You should really ask first before you rummage through my bag, Marya won't be pleased."

" But it's our thing, she just doesn't get it." He said.

Peter's Grandma liked spoiling him, he was her only Grandchild after all. She was a kind old soul with a wicked sense of humour, she was also a bit of a gambler. She had short grey hair, brown eyes and she liked wearing vintage dress with cardigans. She was very elegant and set in her ways, but she supported Peter even though he was different from other kids.

When Peter's mutant ability first manifested he ended up in hospital with a broken arm and a badly bruised face, he had been out cycling that day. His mutant ability had caught him off guard, he lost control of his bicycle and ended up crashing into a wall. His Mom was beside herself with worry when she arrived at the hospital, that's when she had no choice but to tell him about his Father being a mutant.

Peter was taken back at first, his hair started to turn grey and it upset him that his body was changing. It was like puberty but ten times worse, he quickly fell into depression. But his Grandma stepped up and took care of him while his Mom went to work, she comforted Peter each time he had an accident or if he was struggling to control his ability. She even managed to find other mutants he could speak to at Hippy Communities, they told him that his gift was a cosmic force of nature. It took him months to learn how to control his mutant ability, but he soon got the hang of it.

" All set to go, let's be quick." She said.

Peter's Grandma took her handbag from him and guided him along the pathway with her hand on his back, he looked up at her and offered her one of his Twizzlers. She shook her head at him and told him her false teeth may fall out if she had one of his treats, he knew that was a lie though since she didn't have false teeth. Peter opened the car's door for her and claimed over the front seat to get to the backseat, he wanted to save some time.

" Peter, what have I told you about claiming over the seats?!" His Mom asked, she didn't looked amused. " You'll get dirty footprints all over them, I just got the car cleaned out yesterday!"

" Sorry Mom, I was saving time." Peter replied.

" Now dear, he means no harm." Said Grandma.

Peter settled down on the backseat and took one of the Twizzlers's from it's packet, he then watched his Mom give his Grandma hug. They had a good Mother and Daughter relationship, but he did hear that his Mom was a little bit of a rebel in her youth. She stayed out late and partied until sunrise, no wonder his Grandma went grey early.

It wasn't long until they were driving along the street, Peter had rolled down the car's back window and stared out of the window while the song I Want Candy by The Strangeloves blared from the car's speakers. He could hear his Mom and Grandma chatting in the front of the car, but his attention was soon drawn to his Grandma when he heard her say his name.

" Now then Peter, how have you been doing in school?" Grandma asked.

" Good, kind of..." Peter replied with a Twizzler hanging from his mouth. " I've been staying out of trouble, but sometimes trouble finds me."

" Oh? What kind of trouble?" Grandma asked.

" The usual stuff." Peter replied. " Last week I super glued all the rugby balls to the gym's ceiling, then the week before that I ate all of the school's chocolate puddings and threw up in the girl's restroom."

" You did what?!" Mom asked.

" Relax, they didn't know it was me." Peter replied, he tried to hide his laughter." I mean the headmaster didn't called you, right?"

" That's not the point!" Mom replied.

" It's fine Marya, he's a young boy." Grandma said. " He will grow out of his mischievous streak at some point, I myself was a little troublemaker back in my youth. Peter, did I tell you about the time I cut my Sister's hair?"

" Are you serious?!" Peter asked.

" Mother, please don't encourage him..." Mom sighed.

" I'll tell you about it some other time." Grandma said.

Peter chuckled when his Grandma gave him a wink, turning his attention back to the window he continued to chew at his Twizzler. It wasn't long until they parking up on the street of the local church, Peter's gaze wandered over to his Mom when he heard her clear her throat. She turned the car's engine off and adjusted her mirror so she could see him in the back of the car, her hazel eyes focused on her Son.

" You remember the rules right?" Mom asked.

" Yeah, don't use your ability in public or steal anything." Peter replied.

" Good, try and remember to follow those rules this time." Mom said.

They all got out of the car and walked along the sidewalk together, when they got outside of the church Peter stood there and watched some people going inside. The Father of the church gave Peter a stern look, but Peter smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at him. He felt his Grandma touch his shoulder, she gave him some money and told him to get himself a soda from the convenience store down the street.

Peter watched his Mom and Grandma go inside of the church, he put the money in his jacket pocket before he zoomed to the store down the street. He didn't do anything illegal in the store, he was trying to behave him. He left the store and walked back to the church, when he got there everybody was gone. He could hear singing coming from inside of the church, it looked like the service was in full swing now.

Sitting down on the steps outside of the church he threw small stones into a flower pot while his Mom and Grandma attended the Easter service, he wasn't allowed inside of the church but nobody said he wasn't allowed to wait outside of the church. But on the bright side he was allowed to attend the Easter Egg Hunt, but there was one rule he had to a follow. He wasn't allowed to use his ability, his Mom had told him this before they arrived at the church. Not many people knew about his speed yet, but most people didn't know because he was too fast.

Taking a swig of his soda he got up from the step he had been sitting on, he was going to stretch his legs. He walked around the back of the church and kicked a few stones across the pathway, one of the stones bounced off a garden Gnome's face and hit Peter on the back of his head. Rubbing the back of his head he noticed the setup for the Easter Party in the church's garden, there were food stalls and board game boxes piled up on one table. He zoomed around the garden and looked at the different stalls, he dipped his finger tip into some fruit punch before he tasted it. But he soon stopped when he noticed the refreshment table, the colours alone caught his attention.

The refreshment table was laid out with many Easter treats, it was an array of colours. There were iced rabbit biscuits, fruit cakes, frosted cupcakes, a fancy looking strawberry torte, boxes of Peeps, baskets of lollipops and chocolate eggs. It was a treasure trove of delicious treats, he helped himself to a bowl of candy and stuff lollipops into his trouser pockets.

Taking a iced rabbit biscuit Peter took a big bite of it while he turned around to look at the rest of the church's garden area, there were colourful balloons and cardboard cut outs of lambs. But something caught his attention, there was an shiny blue egg sitting between two plant pots. He quickly zoomed over to it and picked it up, it sounded hollow. That only meant one thing, it was a chocolate egg. A mischievous grin crept across his face, he had an idea.

" I declare myself the King of the Easter Egg Hunt!." Peter said while he held the chocolate egg above his head. " Let the games begin!"

Peter glanced over his shoulder to check if anybody was around, he grabbed a straw basket and popped the last piece of his iced biscuit into his mouth. Luckily he had brought his goggles with him, he had hid them in the back of his trousers. His Mom had checked his jacket pockets before he got into the car, but he zoomed back to his basement and grabbed them without her knowledge.

Putting his goggles on time slowed down for him, he looked around the garden and smiled to himself. He loved how everything slowed down when he used his ability, there were motionless bees above flowers and a very slow moving black cat jumping down from a wall. Hanging the basket over his arm he cracked his knuckles before he zoomed around the garden, he looked inside boxes and underneath plant pots. He found five chocolate eggs in one small bush and another twelve in some long grass by a fence, it wasn't long until he had a full basket.

Now he had to hide the basket, Peter thought for a moment and zoomed back to his house. He left the basket of chocolate eggs on the steps of his house and zoomed to one of the local convenience store, he had to make fake Easter eggs. He grabbed about five rolls of tin foil and three boxes of fresh hen eggs, he then zoomed back to the church's garden. He sat down at one of the tables and quickly wrapped the eggs in tin foil, it wasn't long until he was done.

" Now it's time to hide them." Peter said.

Zooming around the garden once again he hid the fake Easter eggs, he should be able to get away with what he had done since there was no evidence pointing to him. Hearing voices he zoomed back to the steps of the church and sat down, his Mom was just walking through the church's doorway while he picked his soda up from the step. He acted calm and smiled at her when she waved at him, he raised his soda can at her.

" Hey Mom!" Peter said.

Peter's Mom beckoned him to follow her, he got up from the step and met his Grandma along the pathway that lead to the church's garden. Many children hurried passed them, they were all excited for the Easter Egg Hunt. When they got to the garden one of the stall owners put some music on, everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves.

" Peter, would you like to join in with the Easter Egg Hunt?" Grandma asked.

" Nah, I'm good." Peter replied.

Peter had already had his Easter Egg Hunt, he did feel a little guilty though since some of the younger children wouldn't be getting chocolate eggs this year. He heard one boy complaining about getting a fake egg, but what happened next to Peter surprised him. The Father of the church grabbed at his ear and scolded him in front of his Mom and Grandma, he was blaming him for the fake eggs.

" It wasn't me!" Peter said." I swear I didn't do it!"

" Nothing but trouble!" The Father said, he learned forward and whispered into his ear. " There's a place in Hell for children like you and your kind, mutant scum!"

Peter frowned at him, the Father was a proper asshole. He didn't believe him even though Peter had protested his innocence, he had been caught. The Father barged passed him and went to mingle with the other families at the Easter event. Peter's Mom gently stroked his hair down and asked him if he was okay, but Peter knew that his Mom knew the truth. Everybody was staring at him after he had gotten scolded by the Father, he began to feel uncomfortable. His Grandma gave him a bag of little chocolate balls, he looked up at her and she gave him a wink.

" Go on, I know you want to." Grandma smiled.

" Huh?" Peter asked.

Peter had a brainwave, was his dear old Granny encouraging him to do something bad? He looked over at the Father, he was reading paragraphs from his Bible to a group of young children. Peter's Mom was chatting to one of her work friends, this was the right moment for him to pull a prank without being noticed. Pulling his goggles over his eyes time slowed down for him, he looked around at the motionless people and zoomed over to the Father. He quickly emptied the bag of chocolate balls into the back of the Father's underpants, he threw the bag over his shoulder and zoomed back over to his Grandma.

Time returned to it's normal pace, Peter pulled the goggles away from his eyes and looked up at his Grandma. She touched his shoulder and rested her finger against her lips, she wasn't going to tell a soul about the prank he had pulled on the Father. He and his Grandma watched the Father, they were waiting for the prank to happen. It wasn't long until the Father went silent and closed his book, he looked embarrassed. His face turned bright red and something rolled from the hem of his trousers, Peter knew it was a little chocolate ball though. Some of the children screamed and pointed at the little brown ball has it rolled along the pathway, he heard a few people whispering to each other.

" He's pooped himself!" One kid yelled.

" Ew!" Another kid yelled." Mommy!"

Peter and his Grandma tried to hold in their laughter, but it was hard. The Father's facial expression was hilarious, he looked so frustrated and embarrassed. He soon toddled off across the garden while chocolate balls fell from his trouser's hem, many children started to laugh. One chocolate ball rolled over to where a little girl was sitting and she screamed when it touched her shoe, the scream startled the Father which caused him to go stumbling towards the refreshment table.

The refreshment table collapsed due to the Father's weight, cakes and chocolate eggs rolled across the grass. The Father was covered in strawberry torte, everybody was laughing at him. Peter felt his Mom's hand on his shoulder, he looked up at her and she shook her head at him. But she didn't look angry, she looked amused. She told him they were leaving now, he and his Grandma followed his Mom out of the church's garden.

" Now that was an interesting Easter Egg Hunt, very enjoyable." Grandma said, she put her arm around Peter while they walked " Was that you?"

" I dont know, maybe..." Peter replied.

" I guess the Father had it coming..." Mom said.

" Huh?" Peter asked. " Mom, what do you mean by that?"

" No one pulls at my Son's ear unless it's me." Mom replied.

A goofy smile crept across Peter's face, his Mom ruffled up his hair and smiled at him. Now he understood what his Grandma had meant about his Mom having a rebellious streak, he now knew where he got his mischievous streak from... his Mother.