[ whatever he was expecting peter to say, it certainly wasn't that.
the words i'm your son rings through his mind, unexpected and almost foreign. he can't seem to wrap his thoughts around it because his thoughts have quite frankly gone blank. what's left is just utter confusion and shock that reflects in the way his brows furrow together and his jaws tighten.
what is he talking about? how can he have a son?
but wait, his surname is maximoff, isn't it? he knew a woman by that last name once anβ ]
You're... [ his eyes narrow slightly as he speaks. ] my son. [ he pronounces each word carefully, mild disbelief in his tone. ] What is your mother's name?
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the words i'm your son rings through his mind, unexpected and almost foreign. he can't seem to wrap his thoughts around it because his thoughts have quite frankly gone blank. what's left is just utter confusion and shock that reflects in the way his brows furrow together and his jaws tighten.
what is he talking about? how can he have a son?
but wait, his surname is maximoff, isn't it? he knew a woman by that last name once anβ ]
You're... [ his eyes narrow slightly as he speaks. ] my son. [ he pronounces each word carefully, mild disbelief in his tone. ] What is your mother's name?