Time Warp peter Maximoff x reader

Not in Kansas anymore

Covering my ears the helmet I held dropped to the floor. Shit what the hell? Groaning shaking my head nat and I glanced to one another trying to quickly go up to see what they fucked up this time to almost deafen me when something else followed a bright light came right towards me and when covering my eyes I fell backwards from. the force.

Hitting the floor with a thud the brightness continued when opening my eyes. But I want in the garage anymore, not in the avenger's facility but a field?

"Nat? What hap...." I stopped talking noticing she wasn't around nor was anyone. Squinting I quickly put on the pair of sunglasses that hung around my shirt. Blinking a few times trying to recover from the blistering headache I now had shaking my head and standing up I went for my phone to call dad what a moron he was and that I'm now in a fucking field in the middle of nowhere. But of course, I was wrong when turning around once hearing someone shout.

"What the hell was that!?" Maybe they're referring to the probably massive explosion that followed me here. But what shocked me was the mansion behind me. Across the field. People started filing out and that meant explaining my dad Toney stark managed to teleport me to wherever the hell I am.
But the call I was trying to make wasn't working, nor did I have any bars on my phone... Another country? Deciding the best bet was to ask to use a phone I walked up closer until seeing a line of people in front of the house.

"Whoever you are it's best if you leave now. We don't want any trouble." Trouble? Why are they dresses from the 1980s? Every single one of them.

"Uh no, I'm just looking to use a phone. You see my dad is Toney Stark and my phone isn't working." waving the phone in my hand they looked at one another.

"I'm not sure who this man is that you're talking about." Almost scoffing I place my phone into my pocket.

"Iron man then. One of earth mightiest heroes or idiots if you take into account I'm now in fucking Europe." That language stumped them for a second. Right not at home right now. Polite (y/n) remember. As Steve says language!

"This isn't Europe. We're not far from New York as a matter of fact and I'm still not sure who you're referring to." I got closer. If they line near New York they must be living under a huge fucking rock not to know anything. The closer I got the more agitated each person got. "I can't read your mind. Would you care to share who sent you?" My breath hitched.

"Can I just use a phone I'm sure my dad can clear everything up?" None budged. Some even got into a fight ready stance.
"I'm not here to hurt any of you." A gust of wind made me gasp.

"Here you go." The guy with silver hair said. Wait silver hair and super speed? But he doesn't look like Pietro. That's when I touched my back pocket.

"Hey, that's my phone! You can't just. You're holding half of my life in your hands." the man in the wheelchair raised an eyebrow.

"What is this?" Growling getting angry I let pit an angry sighed pinching the bridge of my nose. 

"It's a phone. Seriously I swear you guys live under a rock." the guy in the wheelchair arched an eyebrow. "Jist give me my phone. I need to call." Gasping when it was snatched and thrown in the air I froze it in mid-air bringing it back to me.

"So you're a mutant."

"Mutant? Like a mutation, I guess that's one way to put it. If you just let me use your phone ill be out of your hair." They were talking, I knew that. The slight change in facial expressions and mouths shut meant he could in fact read peoples minds. "But since you all seem aggravated ill just be off then."

"There's no other house for a good 40 minutes."

"Well, I would be driving back if you'd let me use a phone." And finally, I was let inside. Some good morel finally.

"Here you go. Call whoever you want." frowning when seeing the old bulky phone I sighed.

"What year is it? 1974." He gave me an amused smile.

"1982 actually." I took it as a joke. Of course, it's a joke but after dialling dads number, peppers number with no answering machine at all I started to believe him. Then glancing to my right on the small table it was a newspaper. Freshly made and the paper was new. Brand new.

"Holy shit." Breathing this out I heard a faint gasp from a blue guy holding onto a chain. "That mother fucking teleported me to the past." glancing back to the group of now very confused people the women with blonde curled hair stepped forward. "I'm not in Kansas anymore."

"What are you talking about? Do you know someone who can teleport?" my brain moved a thousand times a minute trying to work out how to contact dad. But how do they not know the Stark name?

"What? No. My dad is a scientist, a bloody good one at that. He was experimenting in his lab and poof I'm here." Rummaging through my bag for the pen and paper I had to write down what I saw in the lab.

"What was he working on?" a guy said with a pair of sunglasses. Glancing up for a moment he shrugged.

"Not completely sure he knew. They were using a powerful stone which means I can't do anything to get back... But I might be able to send a message." Murmuring this to myself my body shifted back to the group of people in front of me and pointed to the guy in glasses. "I need a lab stat."

"We don't have a lab." leaning forward I squinted at him, watching the slight twitch on his lip and eyes I frowned.

"I know you're lying. I'll find it myself." blonde grabbed my forearm.

"You can't just come in here and demand things." Her grip was right enough to almost hurt.

"So there is a lab. Good to know. I'm here from the future and want to go home. It's as simple as that. I'm no threat to you." And yet they were still very stiff. This made my eyes roll. "If you don't show me the secret door ill find it myself."

"What makes you think there's a secret door." some kid wearing a pair of sunglasses said. Dark hair and crossed arms.

"Other than that response. You're a group of weaponised people living together under a leader of a with telepathy. If that doesn't scream secret doorway I don't know what." Biker chic let go of my forearm and so I started walking through the first floor. From first glance, there was no way up to the second floor but with a teacher in a wheelchair, that means. An elevator came into view. But it's too simple for that to be the access point unless it was a series of numbers. That also rules out stairwell. My brain got thinking