#peter ma

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.

Sitting back on the couch, feet pushed onto the coffee table, you grabbed the remote and began channel surfing. Jumping at the sound of knocking on your door, you paused your show and slowly made your way to the door. The sound got more aggressive and repetitive as you approached the modern wood. Swinging it open with annoyance, that quickly faded away when you saw how worried and restless Wanda looked standing in front of you.

"Where are they?" she breathed, her fingers fidgetting. You looked at her confused "Where is who?" you questioned, scared as her eyes seemed to quickly scope the downstairs of your house. Pushing past you, Wanda stomped into your house rushing to each room with urgency, "Whoa Wanda, hang on a minute, what's going on? Who are you looking for?"

"The boys, you never brought them home last night so I thought that maybe they had stayed over with you, but then you never brought them back and I thought- I thought.." her emotions got the better of her as she collapsed onto your couch, tears gushing from her eyes. Moving swiftly beside her, you tried your best to comfort her, hands rubbing soothing circles over her back. "Wanda I would never take the boys away from you, you're an excellent mother. Agnes actually looked after the boys last night when something...urgent came up. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, it completely slipped my mind." you began rambling, not daring to look at her.

How could you have been so foolish as to not tell the mother of her children that you had just given away her kids to someone else after promising to look after them. You were a horrible guardian, although part of you did blame Peter, but since he wasn't here to explain to his sister it was up to you.

"What?" Wanda heaved out, her fingers clutching into a claw-like grip. Standing up suddenly the couch beneath you disappeared causing you to fall to the floor. Staring up at Wanda like she was out of her mind, you shuffled backwards as she approached you "You gave away my kids to someone else?" her tone was venomous.

"How dare you assume that was okay to do (Y/N)! You don't know what's best for them, they're my kids!" standing now, you kept close to the wall cautiously watching Wanda as she took confident steps towards you. This wasn't Wanda, her eyes were glowing red, hands twisting and contorting with power. With a sudden sway of her hand, you had been flung from the house, your back forcibly breaking through wood and plaster. Landing in the front garden covered in dust and dirt, you rubbed your aching muscles and heaved out air.

Wanda walked through the rubble, effortlessly reversing the crash, each bit of broken material seamlessly fixing itself as though nothing had happened. "Wanda," you warned, your frame was shaking and sore. She ignored you, the redness in her eyes growing more and more intense "I think you should leave." came her command, her fingers playing with the red magic in her hands. You were scared, more scared than you ever have been in your life. "It was a mistake to bring you here, I was dumb to think you could blend in without causing trouble. But I guess I was wrong."

Wanda's magic moved towards you, the red serpents quickly suffocating you as you levitated into the air. Tilting her head, she sent you a devious smile "Goodbye." All you could feel was the air being knocked out of you as you flew through countless houses out into the middle of nowhere, passing by green fields and families. Feeling the hard impact of metal, the vice grip Wanda's magic had on you faded as you slid down to the pavement. Your breathing was ragged, coming out in harsh pants.

Your hands couldn't support you, too busy aching from the amount of solid objects you easily sailed through. There was sound around you, voices that you couldn't quite recognise just yet, your hearing was still just a loud bell ringing in your ear.

"(Y/N)?" you could barely make out, feeling the cold grip of a hand on your shoulder. Swaying your head upwards you caught the glimpse of red, eyes squinting harshly at your saviour. "(Y/N), can you hear me? How did you get here?" You felt your body being moved again, now sitting up against what you presumed was a vehicle. "Dude, isn't that your neighbour? They look messed up, what do you think happened to them?"

"I can only imagine it had something to do with Wanda, I dread to know what else she's doing while I'm away."

"I guess it's a good job we were stuck at this red light then, huh? Otherwise, they would have gone straight through that barrier."

"Perhaps, maybe going through there wouldn't have been so bad for them."

"Well, they must have done something to piss Wanda off to get sent this far out."

Vision called out your name again, your throat hummed in response. "(Y/N)? If you can hear me then I'm going to try something, just relax!" he shouted like he was talking to someone with a hearing problem. He gently placed his fingers on both sides of your head, the infinity stone pressed into his head glowing brighter as he scavenged through your memories. Your face contorted, silent screams ripping out of you, "Are they meant to be doing that?" Darcy asked slightly worried, taking a few steps back in case anything were to happen.

"Its- they're not from this world," Vision stated, his grip on your mind loosening, Darcy stared at him puzzled "So, like, what? Are they from a different planet or something?" Vision shook his head, his face now wincing in pain "No! Anoth-another reality, being here...it's causing them pain." He couldn't handle it anymore, forcing his fingers away from your head he let out laboured breaths. Standing from his crouched position next to you, he stumbled his was to Darcy, "I don't know how they got here, but I felt another, someone similar to them."

"So they didn't come here alone?"

"It doesn't seem like it, no."

"Do you know how they got here?" Darcy investigated, she started leaning against the cream paint job of their stolen van, internally groaning when she saw another flock of school kids crossing the street. Vision stood staring at your face "No, but it seems that they came here with their own free will. Maybe I can try something..." Vision muttered, slowly approaching your unconscious body.

Pushing his fingers back to your temples, he tried to do a 'system restart' on your brain, forcing the muscle to awaken. Your eyes snapped wide open, memories flooding your brain faster than you could process them. Pulling away from Visions grip, you pushed yourself up against the van stumbling slightly. "Easy," Vision eased, his hands stretching out towards you, "(Y/N), it's me Vision. I'm not here to hurt you-"

"I remember," you muttered in disbelief, flexing your hands. Looking back up at the duo with a nervous but excited smile you screamed "I remember! Oh my god, I remember!" Darcy looked towards Vision, a witty smile gracing her lips "They seem to be taking it pretty well."

Vision scoffed at her remark, quickly approaching you "(Y/N), listen to me. Do you remember how you got here?" You stilled your sporadic movements, trying your hardest to keep your mind straight. "I-I was back at the mansion, we couldn't find Peter and I got worried. I remember talking to the professor about it but he couldn't find Peter either, no one could. I got angry and stormed off, I was in the garden and then I woke up in Westview." Vision and Darcy shared a look with each other, obviously, they had many questions, many that you could answer and some that provided to be more difficult.

"Who's Peter?" Darcy asked, scratching at the chipped paint of the van, "I remember everyone that's in this show and I can promise you there was no Peter." You looked almost worried, you could have sworn you remember seeing Peter here. Although your memories of your fake life had suddenly become fuzzy when given the gift of reality. Realisation dawned on you, running to the door of the van you chastised the others to get in and drive.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's the big rush?" Darcy mocked, now perched behind the steering wheel. You had sat in the middle, comfortable between Vision and Darcy staring out through the front window. "If you think we can get back to Westview in a hurry, clearly you've missed the numerous amount of obstacles my wife has placed in front of us." As mentioned by Vision, you watched a flock of sheep and their farmer slowly walk pass giving you a brief tip of his hat.

"But I have to find Peter, and I have to find him now," you demanded, your patients was running thin. Darcy leaned back against the chair, hands idly playing with the rubber encased around the wheel, "You still never said who Peter was." Sighing, you confessed with eyes full of love "He's my boyfriend, been together for years. He suddenly disappeared someday, people said he was lost but I didn't believe them."

"And you're certain he's in Westview?" Vision asked, staring at the town in the distance, you shook your head "Absolutely, in fact, I'm pretty sure you've already met him." Visions head bowed down, a great look of pitty and guilt washed over him, "I need to get to my wife." he admitted, effortlessly floating up through the roof of the tin van. You and Darcy shared a look at each other then back up to the roof, "So I guess we'll see you there then?" she questioned.