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Peter Maximoff x GNReader: An ordinary life: Part 2

While your grasp on time and the science surrounding it wasn't that deep, you liked to think you knew enough about how reality should work. Emphasis on should. Your time spent in Westview varied from moment to moment, each minute either lasting what felt like days or gone in a flash. Take today, for example, it had felt like only mere moments since you had last saw Wanda and her family leaving the house to go trick or treating, so why don't you remember going yourself?

It felt as though your mind was on co-pilot, mindlessly performing tasks while your consciousness took a backseat. When you finally felt like you had both hands on the wheel, or one at the very least, it was a lot darker now. You were stood in the middle of the town, surrounded by hay bails and families dress to the nigh. Surveying the scene with a scratch to your head, you walked deeper into the spooky event.

Finally seeing a familiar pair, you slowly walked up behind Wanda and Pietro. "How'd you even do all this?" Pietro questioned, leaning closer to Wanda. Her face saddened, a mixture of fear and confusion consuming her thoughts, what did he mean? How did she do what? You hadn't made a move to announce yourself to them yet, instead, you stayed back and tried to listen in. Moving closer to a drink stand conveniently nearby, you kept your ear to the ground for any information.

"Hey, I'm not some stranger and I'm not your husband." he stalled for a moment, just staring at her with sympathy in his eyes "You can talk to me." Was this morally right to listen in, to invade their privacy? Although what privacy was there in Westview, it seemed as though everyone knew something about someone. A child ran passed you, his shoulder bumping into your side, he gave you a quick smile and a brief "Sorry." before dashing off to his parents.

Your eyes widened as you observed him fall into the embrace of his mother's arms, one day there were only two children, Wanda's children, now there's a whole town full? Where did they come from? Why now? The conversation between Pietro and Wanda was long forgotten, much too eager to get to the bottom of this sunny-sided town. Making a move to leave the town centre, you failed to notice the trained gaze of a certain speedster following your movements.

Going back to the library, which you had already considered a lost cause, you gave a nod to the librarian and persued the books. The sweet tune of Soft Cell's 'Tainted Love' stuttering out of her crappy radio. Your fingers traced the delicate edges of each cover, barely any dust stuck to your skin.

History of Westview

That's a joke you mused, knowing the pages would be blank like last time. Pushing the book back into its proper place, you allowed yourself to become distracted.

"BOO!"

You screamed harder than you can ever remember. Clamping a hand over your mouth, your eyes darted to the presence next to you. Pietro's smile widened at the shaken look in your eyes, his body heavily leaning against the wooden shelves as to not fall to the floor in hysterics.

"You should have seen your face!" he bellowed, now holding an arm around his stomach. Your face twisted from fear to annoyance, swatting him on the arm you heaved out a sigh "Pietro Maximoff I can't believe you just did that!" He had finally stopped laughing, a teasing smirk taking its place, "And what're you gonna do about it?" he questioned, now invading your personal bubble.

Why did this feel oddly familiar? Like events like this happen all the time? You swore you've never met this man if your life, not even knowing that Wanda had a twin brother in the first place. Stepping away from him flustered, you paced yourself to the entrance ready to put this nightmare of a day behind you. "Hey, wait up!" Pietro called quickly zooming up next to you, you casted him a quick glare but refused to speak.

"Oh c'mon, you're seriously giving me the silent treatment for that? It's Halloween, trick or treat," he emphasised. Huffing, you continued your march outside your feet taking you back to the centre of town. Pietro was by your side still, rambling a mile a minute, although you were somehow able to block it out; something you thought would take years of practice. The night, albeit fast, was fun you had to admit, the children's laughter, the funky music and silly costumes; what more could you want from Halloween?

"There you two are, where were you guys?" Wanda asked, still sitting where you had last saw the Maximoff twins together. Approaching her sweetly you went to open your mouth "I was-"

"Ah c'mon sis, doesn't matter that much. Just hanging out, you know, getting to know our new neighbour." Pietro joked, bashing his elbow against your arm. You sent him a confused look "I'm not ne-"

"Shhhhhh," he prompted, pushing his finger against your lips effectively silencing you. Shoving his arm away, you looked back to Wanda silently apologising to her for his behaviour. Noting the lack of Maximoff children, your mind began to race "Oh, Billy and Tommy are just playing with their powe- new friends." Wanda quickly corrected herself. Powers, she was going to say powers. You weren't dumb, no matter how simple-minded you felt in this town it was impossible to ignore; especially when a certain silver-haired moron zips around the place like the Devil's after him.

"They must make friends fast then, huh?" you probed, watching as Wanda shifted her gaze back to you "Excuse me?" she croaked. You shrugged your shoulders, answering nonchalantly "Oh nothing, it's just...where did all these children come from? One day the towns empty, the next there are little adults running around. Strange, no?" Wanda's glare hardened, her mouth forming a slit "(Y/N), what're you implying?"

Pietro put his arm out in front of you, putting distance between you and Wanda. "C'mon Wanda, she didn't mean it," he said, for once seemingly a little scared. Before she could reply, Billy and Tommy came racing to a stop in front of your small group "MOM!" Billy shouted, his face contorting in pain. "What? What is it, Billy?" she urged, his panic enthusing into her bloodstream, "I hear dad in my head. He's in trouble."

"Where is he? Where's your dad?" Wanda marvelled, her tone empty, lacking any sort of emotion. Like Pietro and Tommy, you stood there watching the scene transpire; the stakes felt high but you had no clue why. What sort of trouble was Vision in? And more importantly, why could Billy feel it in his head? Pietro shuffled beside you, his manner changing from panicked to relaxed in less than a second.

"Hey, don't sweat it, sis. It's not like your dead husband can die twice."

Dead? What did he mean dead husband? Your head bounced from him to Wanda, gauging her reaction. There it was again, the moment where time seemed to slow or just stop altogether. Your mind was on a hard pause, your conscious gone and replaced by a machine, you felt your limbs go slack; it was a miracle that you were still standing. The first time you had felt this you had tried to fight it, only realising it was a losing battle. The last few times that time stopped, you swore you could still hear voices, maybe they were from the people around you, maybe they were memories.

"(Y/N), we're doing everything we can but with no information or evidence as to where he went, we simply cannot try it. This plan of yours is too risky and I will not let any students get harmed because of your desires."

"But we have to get him back, we can't just leave him there!"

"The professors right, (Y/N). We don't even know where 'there' is. Look, I'm doing everything I can-"

"And it's not enough Hank!"

"Enough! (Y/N) leave the lab and go back to your dorm or outside, just anywhere that isn't here. Until you control your emotions you're not welcome here, do you understand me?"

"Yes, professor."

And just like that, you're back in Westview, everything seems the same. The children are laughing, streamers are lining the streets, music is blasting out from the speakers. Yep, everything was perfect. Turning to your side, Pietro is beside you his chest heaving slightly but it wasn't too noticeable. Studying his face you squinted at the forming bruise outlining his chin "Hey, what's that?" you asked, your fingers itching to poke it. Grabbing your hand with lighting fast reflexes, Pietro pulled away from you "It's nothing." he mumbled, his eyes watching Wanda with a frown.

Speaking of Wanda, she turned to you, both hands against Tommy and Billy's head; her fingers stroking their hair. With a cheery smile, she tilted her head "So...Who wants to go to the circus?"