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Peter Maximoff X GNReader: An ordinary life: Part 7

A/N: Okay so some of us aren't that excited about Ralph in Wandavision, so I, amongst others, will be fixing that with fanfiction; yaaaay. So here is the next part of An ordinary life, I kind of struggled with this one I'm not going to lie, but I hope you all like it. There will most likely be one more part to this story, but don't worry I will absolutely be writing more Peter Maximoff in the future. Anyway, enjoy!

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You had to find him, you were determined that you were going to get back to Westview and he would be sat there at home waiting for you. You'd walk in and he'd be laying across the couch with a controller in one hand and a beer can in the other, with this dumb smile across his face that you loved so much. He'd say "What took you so long, where ya been?" and you'd smile at him, perching next to him on that very couch and smile that very smile back at him, "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

But that's not what happened when you came back to Westview. The bright colourful swirls of the portal danced and spiralled across the grass, your feet landing delicately on the front lawn of the Maximoff residents. Nothing had changed from your previous spout with Wanda, the sky was still blue, the air was still fresh. Stepping further out of the portal, you surveyed the area, everything was quiet and still. The portal closed behind you, the glow from your hands dissipating and returning to their regular colour.

Where is he? you thought, eyes squinting as you ran to the Maximoff house in front of you. The door was wide open, never a good sign, pushing it further with the tap of your hand you poked your head into the spacious living room. Nothing. You quickly walked into the kitchen, then the bathroom and then the bedrooms upstairs; this wasn't good at all. Emerging back outside into the light, you heard rather than saw the commotion coming from Agnes' home.

You'd never liked Agnes, she was always too 'in-your-face' and looming to enjoy; always giving off some weird vibes whenever you were near her. There were times when you wondered what was in that house of hers, maybe an abundance of cats or filled to the brim with plants. However, you were not expecting some creepy underground lair illuminated by purple vines. Your boots clacked against the stone slabs, hands trailing along the walls that chipped under your touch. What was this place? Where are Wanda and the boys? Who is Agnes really? But more importantly, where was Peter?

A rattling sound caught your ears, jumping in panic, you turned to the sound but saw nothing. Breathing deeply, you tried to focus "Calm down (Y/N), it's just a creepy basement in the middle of a suburban town; nothing scary about that." you joked. Another loud clang shook your bones, spinning to see the small tin roll along the floor, you released a breath "It's okay, was just a can." Walking over to the item, you picked it up and examined the scuffed up paint job.

"Salem Tuna: So good they had a trial for it! What is this crap?" on the side you noted a cartoon tuna fish wearing a witch hat, a small laugh slipped past your lips. But the violent slam of the basement doors stole the laughter from you, dropping the can you raised your fists ready to fight your way out. A gust of wind surrounded you, goosebumps rising all over your skin, the candles that illuminated the lair were gone; your form submerged in total darkness. You could hear footsteps, they echoed around the space with precision, they were slow and calculated.

Hovering your palm in front of your face, the yellow glow gave you enough light to see a few meters in front of you. It all happened so fast though, one minute you're standing with a slight tremor in your spine the next you're face down on the floor in the darkness again. Swinging your head up, palm out like a torch, you scanned the surrounds as well as you could for the enemy. There it was again, a swift punch in the back and a kick to the leg, you stumbled forward; anger growing inside of you.