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The booming sound of bombs and the whizzing of flying shrapnel filled Erik's senses. He thrust his hand out and took ahold of the metal flying past, sending back to it's source, back towards the Friends of Humanity and whoever might be foolish enough to fight alongside them. Running toward the Blackbird, Erik felt the oncoming metal shape of a grenade, and before he could stop it in it's tracks, it blew.
Erik began to fly back before he managed to anchor himself with the magnetic poles., shielding his face with his armored forearm until the blast subsided. Once he was sure that the blast was over, he looked around the battlefield, only to see his son laying partially on his side, his face contorted into a grimace.
"Peter!" He said, running towards him.
"Hey, I'm fine Dad, don't worry about it." Peter said, leaning against a large slab of concrete. "Just got the wind knocked outta me, don't worry."
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah." He said, "Don't worry, go, help Jean and Scott."
Erik nodded, rushing back toward the Blackbird, where Jean was currently attempting to help a wounded Kurt back into the jet, Scott guarding her. Erik immediately seized all the metal on the soldier's clothes and threw them back into the surrounding brush.
"Thanks Erik." Scott said quickly, moving to assist Jean.
"You alright Kurt?"
The young mutant groaned in response.
"Let me get Jubilee and Peter." Erik said quickly, Jean nodding in the affirmative. Erik only made it about four yards before he realized what he was seeing, his son was sprawled out on the ground, Jubilee standing over him in shock. It was then that Erik realized he could hear his son moaning in pain.
"Peter!" He yelled, slamming himself into the ground beside his son.
"It's his foot." Jubilee said quickly, "Look at it."
Erik looked over to see his son's left foot bent at a 70 degree angle, the dirt and mud sticking to the bottom of the legs of his suit.
"Jubilee, go to the Blackbird, tell Hank." Erik said calmly, knowing that upsetting her would only make things worse.
"Uh huh." She said, rushing off out of Erik's sight.
"Peter,"
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to pick you up now, this might hurt a little."
"Pick me up?" Peter asked, "That's not necessary man."
"You can't walk on your own and I think it's in our best interest to leave as quickly as possible. Come on."
Erik place one arm behind his son's knees and one underneath his shoulders, lifting him in one swift movement, Peter hissing all the while. He carefully walked to the jet, Hank already standing at the mouth of the entrance, mouth curved downwards into one of his signature frowns. Erik followed him to the back of the jet, setting Peter down on one of the seats, adjusting his legs so that no pressure would be put on the broken ankle.
"Scale of 1-10, Peter." Hank said.
"8." Peter groaned.
"Noted." Hank turned to face Erik, "Try to keep pressure off of it before we get back to the mansion."
Erik nodded, immediately sitting on the floor next to his son, attempting to elevate his foot while Hank gave him a painkiller of his own design.
"You're insane, man." Peter said with no malice behind his words as soon as the drug kicked in a few minutes later.
"I'm trying to keep it from getting injured further."
The other X-Men blessedly didn't comment or even look their way for the entire trip. Peter could say he was being overprotective, but when it really came down to it, Erik knew he was grateful that he cared that much. The rest of the ride was spent in silence, Kurt having been checked over and deemed fit with only minor scrapes and a sprained ankle that Erik was sure to remind him to keep off of too. When the jet eventually landed, Erik let the rest of the X-Men exit first, knowing that Peter's pride could only take so much.
"I feel like one of my little sister's stuffed animals." The young man grumbled, "Getting carried around everywhere."
"Think of it this way, you already have plenty of experience walking on crutches." Erik grinned.
"Oh my God!" Peter yelled, eyes wide. "I didn't even think about that!"
"Sorry mein Sohn."
The two waited until Hank gave the all clear, Erik securing Peter safely in his arms, carrying him down the ramp and to a cot in Hank's lab.
"I'll need to do an X-Ray to figure out the extent of the damage, but you'll definitely need a cast." Hank explained, Peter groaned in frustration.
"You'll of course need to do physical therapy again once it's healed, and maintain a stretching regimen. No running, no walking on it, and no powers, understood?"
Peter stared at the man blankly. Erik stared at Peter with the same intensity he used in his days tracking down Sebastian Shaw.
"Understood." Peter said quickly once he caught his father's gaze.
"Give me a minute to set up, and I'll be right back." Hank said, walking away.
Erik sat down on the cot and gave Peter a small smile.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah, Hank's miracle drug really helped, I'm mainly annoyed now."
"Well, do what Beast says and you'll be back to running around and causing mayhem in no time." Erik brushed a piece of hair out of his son's face.
"Yeah, yeah I know... Mom's gonna be pissed."
Erik felt his blood run cold.
"How about we have Charles tell your mother this time?"
Peter laughed.
"Agreed man."
A moment later, he let out a large yawn, stretching his arms in the process.
"Hank may be awhile, why don't you get some sleep?"
"Fine. But only because that'll make the time go by faster, not because you suggested it."
"Of course Peter." Erik agreed, "Whatever you say."