When Pietro woke up, all he could think about was his growling stomach. Lo and behold, there was a plate of food waiting for him, stacked high with sandwiches and a small orange bag.

"Ah, you're awake," a voice said. Pietro turned his head to see Charles sitting in a chair, eating from a similar orange bag to the one on Pietro's tray.

"How do you feel?" He asked as Pietro dug into his food.

"Fine," he answered between bites.

He finished the sandwiches in record time and was holding the orange bag with a confused look when Charles reached over and opened it.

He found short orange sticks inside covered in orange dust. He hesitantly chewed one and was pleasantly surprised at the taste. It reminded him of the cheese on his sandwiches.

With Pietro's fast mind, he was never one to beat around the bush.

"Is Erik my father?" He asked bluntly. Charles tried to hide the look of surprise fighting to show on his face. It was then that Erik came back into the room, a water bottle in each hand.

He wants to know if you're his father, Charles told the man.

Erik fumbled, nearly dropping the bottles as he set them on Pietro's bed.

How the hell does he know that? Erik asked, trying to keep a calm exterior as the boy watched him.

I'm not sure, but he just asked me. Probably something you should address.

Erik took a seat at the edge of Pietro's bed as the boy started on the second water bottle.

"I hear you have a question for me," he said, trying to quell his rising fear. What if this was too much too fast?

Pietro brought the half full water bottle down from his mouth.

"Are you my father?"

A.N: Sorry, but I'm getting kinda bored of this story. Probably gonna try to wrap it up pretty soon. Shit happens.