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[goddessofmischief]

Noah, Part Six - Peter Maximoff x Reader

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

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When you were kids, you and Peter had lived under the same roof for almost five years.

And this was the longest he had ever gone without talking to you.

It was absolutely...

Unnatural.

You knew he’d interrogated Noah - something you wanted to be mad about, but just couldn’t be.

Peter deserved answers, and you felt guilty for not giving them to him. Especially after you'd seen the way he looked at you, the night you went out to dinner with Alex.

The night you explained everything.

But if Peter was allowed to grill your son...

Well, couldn't you?

“Hey, Noah,” you said, crouching down beside your son. “I know you’ve kinda... noticed, that things have been a little different.”

“What,” said Noah, in his soft, lispy voice. “What, that you and Daddy aren’t together anymore?”

Your eyes widened, and you released him, feeling as if you’d been burned.

“Daddy? Why’d you.. why would you call him that?”

He shrugged. It was the saddest thing you’d ever seen.

“I don’t know. He's around all the time and he teaches me things...”

“Well, so do I!”

“You protect me, Mommy. You protect me, an’... an’ you fight the bad people. It’s different.”

Noah sounded so sure. You wished you could be as certain as he was.

“What about Alex, huh?” you asked, smoothing his hair down. “Did you like him? He was cool, right?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

You huffed.

“Can I see Da-”

“Peter,” you corrected, forcefully.

“Can I go see Peter now? He’s s’posed to teach me today -- how to play tennis by myself.” “Don’t you want to spend the afternoon together, love? We could... we could read. You like that... don't you?”

Noah shrugged again.

“I guess so. I don’t really have to learn it, anyway. Peter says as long as he’s around, I’ll never have to play by myself.”

Your eyes welled up with tears.

“Well,” you managed, “I guess... I guess you’d better go.”

“Will you be okay?”

“Yeah, ‘Oah. I’ll be fine. I’ll just... stay in.”

“Sure you don’t want to come?” asked Noah.

You shook your head. He leaned in, whispering in your ear, as if he was going to tell you a secret.

“B’cause... Peter said he misses you.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t smile.

...

Okay...

So Peter Maximoff was kind of an incredible tennis instructor.

And surprisingly patient, in a way he never had been with you.

“Okay, buddy - that was great, but just a little to the left - oh,” he muttered, noticing you. “Hey, Y/N.”

You gave him a half-hearted wave.

“Peter,” said Noah, seriously, “You promised we could do some racing.”

“I know, buddy, but... it’s kinda windy today. It’s not the best conditions.”

Noah crossed his arms, pouting.

“Okay,” said Peter, giving in. “Alright... meet you back here?”

“Meet you,” agreed Noah, taking off.

Several moments passed. You couldn’t see either of them, but... suddenly, you felt a sharp burst of pain in Noah’s mind.

Within moments, Peter reappeared speeding out of the woods, carrying your son.

“The dummy broke his arm,” said Peter.

...

“He’ll be okay,” said Peter, attempting to comfort you. “S’ not so bad. One of the disadvantages of our powers are... you break a lot of stuff. Often limbs.”

You smiled, slightly.

“I know. He’s a tough kid. But I’m gonna wait up with him, anyway. As a kid, when I was sick, or hurt... I needed a lot of attention.”

“Oh, I remember,” Peter chuckled. “We thought you were dying.”

“Wow.”

“Well, you were kinda dramatic.”

“Oh, like you weren’t, at that age.”

He shrugged.

“That’s, uh... that’s fair. Listen... if you’re staying with Noah tonight... you want me to stay?”

“Why?” you asked, bluntly.

Peter shrugged, again.

“I don’t want you to be alone.”

Hesitantly, you allowed Peter to sit down on the couch, beside you, tucking your head into his shoulder.

When you woke in the morning, he was gone.

...

You knew it was time to go.

Xavier had taught Noah enough to control his powers, you reasoned. Sure, it wasn’t exactly what you'd hoped for - but he wasn't a full fledged X-Man yet, after all. He had time.

And, most importantly, you had fulfilled your duty as a mother.

You had ensured that Noah was safe.

Sure, you wouldn’t be able to pursue learning your own skills - but did that really matter?

A nagging voice in your head (probably Jean) told you that it did.

It also told you that you were running away from your problems, like you always had.

And also that you should brush your teeth.

“I don’t understand, Mom,” said Noah, reluctantly taking your hand. “Why do we have to go?”

“Because we’re done, love. We accomplished... what we came here to do. It’s time to go back to the real world. We can’t hide here forever.”

He nodded, slowly, and you hoped he understood.

“...Is Peter coming?”

You threw Noah’s suitcase in the trunk of your car with a thunk.

"No,” you said, quietly. “No, he’s... he’s not.”

Noah’s face went blank.

“What? Mom, we can’t-”

“That’s all, Noah. I’ve made up my mind.”

You helped him into his car-seat and climbed into the front, taking one last look at the Mansion before driving away.

Quietly, Noah began to hum something.

“That’s pretty,” you mused, softly. “What is it?”

“A song Peter taught me. He said it was your song.”

You swallowed.

Noah began to sing.

“If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I’d like to do... is to save every day, till eternity passes away... just to spend ‘em with you...”

Oh, no fair.

Peter was playing dirty.

“But there never seems to be enough time... to do the things you wanna do, once you find ‘em... I’ve looked around enough to know, that you’re the one I want to go through time with...”

Turn back, your brain was screaming. Turn back, turn back, turn back-

A car pulled up alongside you.

And it was Peter’s head that hung from the window, a megaphone pressed to his lips.

“Pull over!”

“What?!”

He almost ran you off the road.

“Pull over!”

"Mom?” asked Noah, in an eerily calm voice. “Are we gonna die?”

“No, love,” you said, decisively, pulling the car over. “No, I’m just gonna kill Peter, that’s all.”

“Y/N, I have to talk to you-”

“Are you crazy!” you yelled, slamming the door behind you. “Who drives like that? Are you-”

“Listen to me!” Peter shouted, jumping out of his car.

“I love you! And I don’t care that Noah’s not my son, okay? I’ll raise a hundred children, Y/N. With a hundred of your boyfriends, if it means I can be with you.”

Your eyes welled up with tears.

“...Can you put that down?”

“THIS EXPRESSES HOW LOUDLY I LOVE YOU!”

“It’s too loud,” you whispered, trying not to smile.

He knelt down, opening up a small, metal box.

“This is the Hope diamond,” Peter said, seriously, “And I stole it. But Xavier told me that it’s worth kind of a lot, and I don’t know if that means anything... but I thought it looked kinda cool, and I wanted you to have it-”

“Okay,” you agreed, quickly. “Okay, yes, yes, I will!”

You threw your arms around Peter’s neck and kissed him, deeply.

“I love you!” you shouted, feeling every emotion cross over you at once.

“I love you!” he shouted back, so happy he could barely breathe.

“And... I lied to you.”

“What?”

“Noah’s your son.”

Peter's express went blank.

“What? Why would you say-”

“I just needed you to want to marry me... because you wanted to marry me.”

He stumbled back, looking dazed - and for a moment, you were afraid you’d lost him.

“Get out!” Peter shouted, suddenly, absolutely screaming with happiness. “I’m a dad!”

“You’re a dad!”

This time, it was Peter that threw his arms around you, and you reciprocated.

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Hey guys! Just a reminder, the story doesn’t end here.

I’m gonna continue to write in the ‘Noah’ timeline, but you can find the whole series under the title ‘All and Then Most Of You’ in my masterlist.

I plan to cover Peter and reader’s time at Xavier’s, and of course, their life as a family!

Many of these fics will be standalones that fit with the overall series

 If you have any ideas for the series, or adventures that Peter, Noah and Reader should go on, please send ‘em in!

Also, credit to the Office. As I mentioned in the first chapter, I borrowed some of the dialogue for this chapter from one of the last episodes.

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