A little too fast| Peter maximoff/ quicksilver X (fem)reader [EDITING]

Chapter 8

Friday:
I was in my house just reading since Peter was out 'getting' his favorite Twinkie.

After reading I went upstairs to the instrumental room just to walk around. I usually do this when I'm bored. It's nice to see instrument with their intricate designs, or their form.

I went down after my walk in the instruments room, to take a real walk. I got my f/c beanie and my usual white converse. I locked the door and teleported to the park.

I watched every movement of the people. There was a boy with his dog playing fetch, a girl on he swing set being pushed by her mother, a father and his family eating at a picnic. Then that's when it all came crashing in. The memories.

Me and my mom practicing telekinesis, me and my dad using teleportation, me and my uncle reading each other's mind, my auntie teaching me how to control my future visions. They're all back. I have my memories back.

I stood up and teleported myself to where I think my mom and dad last saw me. The music room.

I went there as fast as I could and went to where my memories lead me. I soon came to an end when I noticed that there was something different about here I ended up and where my memories lead.

I went up to the wall where I saw my first ukulele hanging on its holder or peg. (Sorry I didn't know what's it called) I took off he ukulele and tried to remember if that peg was there.

It was there since the beginning for my moms ukulele.

"Maybe if I just" I said to myself as I walked up to it and pulled it down. Nothing happened besides it moving down. "Guess that's it for to- wait its supposed to break not go dow-". Click. I looked up from the ground as I saw that there was a doorway leading to a small room where there were a few things.

A small study desk, a lamp, tree book shelves, a chair infringement and behind the desk, an AC, a small stuff toy of a small fox, and lastly a letter on the desk.

I walk up to it and pick it up.

It read.

Dear y/n,
     By the time you read this we are either dead or alive with you in our little study room right now. But if we're gone we are still with you. Keep in mind that you and Peter are great friends. Keep that friendship okay. You are brave, kind, beautiful, talented, and gifted with the most beautiful powers. Thank you for being there for us, we couldn't ask for a better daughter. We are both sorry for leaving you, we just wanted to keep you safe. How do we know this? It's because you told us that we might die. You must stay strong for you and all the people who love you. We still love you my dear y/n and we are still with you in your heart. Goodbye.

your parents,
F/n, m/n

Ps
If anyone hurts you kick their ass.
Dad •v•

I chuckled at my fathers notes of 'advice'. Then I realized that I was crying from the teardrops on the letter.

I wipe the tear drops away and kept the letter safe in my pocket and teleported myself to where Peter was which happened to be my front door.

"Y/N!" Peter shouted obviously startled by me. "Hey Peter!" I said as I hugged him "what were you doing at my door?" I asked as I let go "oh I saw you weren't at the house so I thought you were here" he said as he gestured to my house. I chuckled and just hugged him again. "What did you do today?" He asked as we walked o his house "I had a walk in the music room, a walk in the park and read a letter" I said "really? Wow your life is boring" he said as I playfully smack his shoulder "well then I guess since my life is boring you are boring since you are part of my life" I said " okay maybe not boring maybe just different" he said as we went down the basement stairs. "Hey what letter did you read?" He asked. I looked at him and teleported us to the music room and in front of the 'door' to my parents study. "What are we doing here?" He asked, I picked up the ukulele and gestured to the peg, he walked over to the peg and carefully pulled it down, we watched as the doorway reappeared, "is my life still boring?" I asked he shook his head and walked to the table looking at the papers that were scattered on it "the letter is with me I found it here when I got my memories back" I said he looked at me with slight confusion "I lost them remember actually now that I think of it the memories I got back was from when I was still maybe four or three" I said "can I read the letter?" He asked as I got the letter out and handed it to him.

I watched as he read the letter in front of the lamp since it was dark. I watched as his eyes went back and forth reading the letter. That's when I felt Charles in my head as he tried to get in "Charles?" I asked "y/n thank goodness you heard me" he said "well are you ready to come here on Monday? We're just fixing up" he asked and stated "yeah I am, Peter will come is that fine?" I asked "of course it is, you know I've heard you two are together" he said, I blushed at this, as I looked at Peter only to see him lifting his eyes from the letter to give me a quick smile and returned to reading the letter "yeah things are great" I stated "we'll see you on Monday" with that he ended our talk to leave me in my thoughts "so your parents said that we should keep that friendship, I guess we went a little too far" he said as he handed the letter to me, "yeah I guess we did" I said as I placed the letter in my pocket to feel warm arms wrap themselves around my waist. "Come on let's sleep here tonight" I said as I teleported us to my bedroom, which had a window seat, a white table with a brown chair, my gold,silver, and
F/c bed, with a mini library....... Well I wouldn't say mini maybe just three shelves back to back filled to the brim with more books on the floor, and of course my white shelf that consisted my favorite book which were;
The series of unfortunate events, the little prince, a midsummer nights dream, and some of my original books that I just placed in notebooks. The shelf was right above my bed.

"Wow your bedroom is basically a library" he said as he went on the bed to look at my special shelf "what are these notebooks here for?" He asked as he took one of them.

"I write my original stories in those notebooks" I say as I come from behind him, hug him and look at the notebook he half carefully in his hands, it was my first. The title was 'my rain diary' it was about my life whenever it rains, I started writing it when I was in grade school.
"My rain diary?" He asked "my rain diary is the book that I wrote when I was in grade school, it's about my life when it rains, first page was not as fun as you think" I said as he turned the page to when it says chapter one.

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