Chapter 465: I am your father!

Chapter 465: I am your father!

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Moments after Peter had handed over Pietro's hairs to Tony, Jarvis diligently analyzed the DNA samples. The results arrived swiftly, prompting Jarvis to relay the information with a detached tone.

"Sir, I have completed the DNA analysis. Pietro Maximoff is indeed the biological son of Erik Lehnsherr, also known as Magneto."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, and Tony was momentarily stunned into silence. It was a truth he hadn't expected, and the implications were staggering.

Peter broke the silence with a question that was lingering in his mind. "Jarvis, do we have any information on their mother? Who is she?"

Jarvis responded promptly, "I regret to inform you that I could not find any data regarding the identity of their mother in government or corporate databases. However, I have information on her ethnicity. She appears to be of Romani descent."

Peter furrowed his brows, pondering this newfound knowledge. "So, their mother was a Romani woman. That's something at least. But it doesn't tell us much about her. Is she a normal human, Jarvis?"

Jarvis replied, "Based on the available data, there is no indication that she possessed any metahuman abilities. It is likely that she was a normal human."

Tony, who had been deep in thought, finally broke his silence. "Peter, what do we do now? Do we tell Erik?"

Peter nodded, his expression resolute. "Yeah, I'll handle it though. You should probably stay out of this one. After all, his kids hate your guts with a fiery passion."

Tony sighed, his gaze fixed on the ground. "You're right, I'll leave this drama in your capable hands. It's probably best if I'm not directly involved in this."

Peter placed a reassuring hand on Tony's shoulder, offering a faint smile. "Don't worry, Tony. I'll handle it. And maybe, just maybe, we can figure out a way to make it right with his kids. After all, you've already done a lot to make up for your past. They can't stay mad at you forever."

Tony managed a small, sad smile in return, appreciating Peter's optimism. "I hope so..."

With their course of action decided, Peter turned to leave, heading toward the door. As his figure disappeared into the hallway, Tony remained in his workshop, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't help but regret every weapon he sold as well as every penny that he made off of the deaths of others. If only he realized his mistake and made the Iron Man suit earlier. Who knows how many people would be alive and well?

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In the heart of the Avengers Tower, Peter sat behind his desk, his office illuminated by the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. He had called for a meeting with a fellow Avengers councilman, someone who had a significant role in the unfolding drama. Peter's fingers drummed on the polished surface of his desk, his thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation.

Peter smiled, relieved that the conversation was taking a positive turn. "That's the plan, Erik. We'll arrange a meeting, and you can reveal it to them. They don't know either, so I'm sure they'll be surprised to learn they have a father."

Magneto nodded in understanding, his gaze distant for a moment as he contemplated the future. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. You've given me a second chance I never knew I could have."

Peter shrugged as he relaxed into his chair. "No problem. It's what I do."

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The sun cast a warm, golden hue over the peaceful grounds of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters the day after Peter's meeting with Magneto. In the tranquil garden, Peter stood at a discreet distance, hidden from view by the lush foliage of a carefully tended hedge. He watched intently as Magneto, a powerful figure in the world of meta humans, sat across from two familiar teenagers, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff.

Wanda and Pietro were both a picture of youthful vitality and apprehension, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and unease. They couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as they wondered why Magneto, a figure they had only seen in passing and heard of in whispers and stories, had called them to talk.

Magneto's presence alone was enough to send shivers down the spines of most people. His reputation as a formidable General of the X-Men was well-known in the meta human community. To the twins, he was an enigmatic figure, a powerful force to be reckoned with.

Sitting at a table in the garden, Magneto clasped his gloved hands together, his piercing eyes locked onto his two children. He could sense their trepidation, their uncertainty about the purpose of this meeting.

"I'm sure you're both wondering why I asked to speak with you today," Magneto began, his deep voice carrying a power that couldn't be ignored.

Wanda and Pietro exchanged a wary glance but remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Magneto leaned forward slightly, his gaze unwavering. "There are things about your past that you deserve to know, things that I only just learned yesterday."

Wanda's brow furrowed as she exchanged another glance with her brother. She didn't know where this was going, and only hoped that they weren't in trouble.

Magneto paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words. His fingers drummed softly on the wooden table, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm. "I should have been there for you both. I should have protected you. But it seems fate didn't allow that..."

Pietro's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What are you talking about?"

Magneto took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal. "Wanda, Pietro... I am your father."

The words hung in the air, heavy with significance. Time seemed to slow as Wanda and Pietro processed the shocking revelation. Their eyes widened in disbelief, and they exchanged stunned glances, unable to speak.

While watching from his hiding spot, Peter couldn't help but think, 'In a weird way, this kinda reminds me of Star Wars...'

Luke, I am your father!

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