House of M

    House of M

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    House of M
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    So Erik originally promised his children, Pietro, Wanda and Lorna that he'll take them to Mcdonalds' for a family bonding thing to make up for missed time.

    Now, instead. Erik is having a very loud argument in the middle of some street in New York. Erik's children watch awkwardly.

    "Hello Erik." Charles greets peacefully. "Nice helmet." He added. Yes, Erik did suit up, so clearly he lied to his children. Wanda, Pietro and Lorna were just in some casual clothes.

    "Don't change the subject." Erik responded to him and rambled on. Charles and Erik were in quite the heated argument now.

    The trio of teens are so confused about what's happening but keep on watching this play out like its a soap opera of some sort.

    Erik realises his kids are still here.

    "Charles, Iโ€™m trying to bond. Maybe if you had children youโ€™d understand." He says, crossing his arms over his chest.

    "Oh really? Well seems like the father of the year decided arguing with me was better than hanging out with his own kids!" Charles quips back, a bit annoyed.

    Wanda sighs out loud. "Can we please go home before they start comparing traumatic backstories again?" She asks her siblings.

    "Too late. Look at Dadโ€™s face. Thatโ€™s his โ€œI suffered in Auschwitzโ€ preamble loading." Lorna replies quietly to her, also annoyed at the whole ordeal.