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Peter Maximoff x GNReader: An ordinary life: Part 4

"C'moooon, whatta ya say to a run around the mansion one last time?"

"I don't know Peter, I've still got to pack up all this stuff-"

"Oh c'mon, you're like the only person I know who doesn't get sick when I stop now."

"Yeah because I'm the only person who willingly goes on runs with you."

"Pretty please...With a cherry on top?"

"Uh, fine."

"Yesss! You're not gonna regret this (Y/N)."

"It's a good job I love you."

Waking up in the warmth of Peter's arms just felt right, in a world where everything felt wrong, being here felt good, justified even. Shifting to rest your head against his chest, your eyes roamed the expanse of his face, dazing at all the hidden features the sunlight brought out. Last night had been important, for many reasons. For one, you both decided that calling Pietro 'Peter' felt more natural and real, number two: the first I love yous, followed by phenomenal sex.

Casting your gaze to the adjacent blinds, you beamed at the warmth the sun provided. Hearing his light breaths against your skin made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, the scattered clothes on the floor only adding onto last nights memories. Speaking of memories, you felt as though there was something your brain was hiding from you, something that had been unravelling in your subconsciousness since you got here.

Wiggling out of Peter's embrace, you placed your feet onto the plush carpet of your room; enjoying the brief moment of serenity. Grabbing some of your clothing off of the floor, you made an effort to look somewhat decent in your crimpled clothes. Pulling the t-shirt over your head, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, his cheek pushing into your back "You know you don't have to get up yet?" he mumbled.

Trying your best to pat down the springy nature that was his hair, you smiled at him, "I know, but someones got to see if Wanda's alright." Peter layed back on the bed, his arms crossing over his eyes as he released a heart sigh "Do you think she's been acting strange recently?"

"Recently?" you echoed, now roaming around the room picking up odd bits of laundry, Peter let out a small chuckle "Yeah, yeah I know. It's just... It's all coming apart and I don't know if I'm meant to help her or stay out of her way." You frowned at his saddened tone, opting to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. "Look, it's sweet that you care about your sister, but I'm sure that whatever is happening between Wanda and Vision will fix itself; it always seems to in Westview."

Peter smiled at you, but it didn't feel real more like an illusion of what a real smile should be. Groaning, he began to sit up, the quilt covers resting comfortably around his bare waist "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I always am," you muse, moving away from the bed and out of the door. Peter stared at the door frame, sparks and flashes of reality hijacking his mind. He was aware, he had been for a while, but he was waiting, stalling really. He didn't know how he arrived, he didn't know where he came from if he's being honest; didn't know why he suddenly ended up in Westview. But the moment he saw Wanda, he just knew, just knew there was a family relation and that he was needed.

"Things have been going good recently, well for me at least. I'm pretty sure Vision hasn't been home for like three days now, or something? Guess they're going through a real rough patch right now, but it's nothing that can't be fixed. I'm sure Wanda enjoyed her time alone, and she's cuddled up with the kids on the couch as we speak."

Peter had followed behind you, finally dressed and ready to leave. Wrapping his arms around you one more time before he left, he snuggled his nose against your neck "I'll miss you," he mumbled, the vibrations making you laugh. Pulling away you gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, "You'll see me later, you goof." he did it again, the smile that didn't feel real. Bidding him a sweet goodbye, you felt the gust of wind blow against your frame as he dashed out of the door and went to who knows where.