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Run To You | Peter Maximoff

Part 3 / 3

Part 1 , 2

Summary: Peter is keeping away from you to keep you and your baby safe, but it's killing him. Vision comes to question him about you and then helps you regain control of your memory. You go to find and reunite with the man you love.

Warnings: pregnant reader

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It had been a few days since Peter had seen you, and it was killing him. Wanda was keeping you away from him, and he knew it. He could see how angry she was on her face. That night, you became lucid only briefly and got under Wanda’s skin. After she guided you out of the house and closed the door, he didn’t miss how she scowled at him as she walked back to the kitchen.

Stay away from her if you want them safe.

She whispered into his head menacingly. Since then, he’s basically been on house arrest, living with some lady named Agnes.

Oh, Petey! How’re you doing today, you little sourpuss?

She called as she entered the attic. He was lying on an old couch, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was racing, but he felt so empty. He couldn’t get that night out of his head. He was so worried about you that warning scared him. He just wanted to keep you and your son safe, but he knew to do that he had to abide by Wanda’s wishes and stay away, no matter how much it hurt.

Owh...

Agnes tutted, pouting at the site of him. Dried tear stains on his cheeks, eyes puffy and red, laid out on the couch where he hadn’t moved in hours.

Still being a big ol’ crybaby, I see.

She teased. He just sniffled and wiped his cheeks with his sleeve.

What do you want, Agnes?

He asked hollowly. She just scoffed and went over to the couch. She grabbed his feet and tossed them on the floor, causing him to turn abruptly into a sat-up position.

Hey what the fu-

His sentence was immediately caught in his throat when he saw who stood in the doorway behind Agnes.

Oh, should I have mentioned that first… whoopsie.

Agnes said sarcastically, pointing to the figure.

Are you Pietro Maximoff?

Vision asked, approaching him. Peter could only stare, mouth agape and eyes full of anxiety.

I- um- ya. Ya, totally robo-bro. What’s up?

Peter said shakily, hesitantly rising from his place on the couch and landing a gentle, playful punch to visions shoulder. Then there was silence. Peter watched as vision stared into his eyes as if trying to read his mind, but he didn’t feel any familiar pokes like when the professor did it. Finally, Agnes cleared her throat.

Alright, well, I think you got this handled; I’m just gonna leave you, girls, here to chat. I gotta go give somebody a one-way ticket to doggy heaven.

She said this quickly and then left the attic, but neither acknowledged nor even really heard her. Once she left, Vision spoke again.

I’m only going to ask you this one more time... Are you pietro Maximoff?

He was stern but not angry. Peter was scared. It was obvious Vision knew something, and he wasn’t sure if he should be honest or play his given part, knowing making a mistake could hurt you and your baby.

I- I’m not...

He whispered shakily. Keeping Visions gaze.

I- I’m Peter Maximoff. I’m- I’m uh- I’m from another d- dimension.

He stuttered, unsure of if he made a mistake.

Who is yn to you?

Vision asked. Peter took a shakey breath.

My uh- my wife. Her name is yn Maximoff. We’ve been m- married for three years. She’s preg- pregnant with our s- son.

He explained, deciding to stick with honesty. Vision only frowned.

Why are you here?

We’re not here to like- hurt you or- or Wanda or your uh- your sons. We were s- sent here. We’re part of a uh- team of mutants. We’re called X-men. We’re just- just investigating this place.

He pleaded. Vision took a moment to think.

Why were you so disturbed upon seeing your wife the other night?

He asked and sat on the couch, gesturing for Peter to join him. Peter suddenly felt more relaxed, like he had passed a test. He was still nervous that if he messed up, it’d put his family in danger, but he also felt Vision wanted to actually have a conversation. He sat down, rubbing his palms on his thighs, then joined his hands and looked at the floor. He spoke.

She’s not supposed to be here...

He admitted. Vision just listened.

We heard of this place and the insane amount of power going into it about half a year ago. I just found out yn was pregnant, and we were so happy.

Peter said, smiling at the memory.

We talked about it, the X-men. We tried to research it from our dimension because the professor was worried that whoever was controlling it would jump to our dimension and pose a danger to us since it was like a shit ton of power. He wanted to take "preventative" action.

He explained, making air quotes with his fingers and looking at vision, who nodded, encouraging him to continue. He turned back to the floor.

Anyway, the power in this place was off the charts, like nothing we’d ever seen, and the professor was worried, so we did everything we could to look into it from our dimension. Eventually, the professor decided it wasn’t enough and wanted to send one of our people here to look into it in person and report back anything we found.

Peter paused and took a shaky breath.

It was supposed to be her...

He admitted looking to Vision, lips pressed together.

Yn was supposed to come. Her mutation is more compatible with the type of power used here, and the professor said she would get the best results the fastest.

He said, his eyes tearing up again.

He sent her here? In her condition?

Vision asked, taken aback for a moment by this professor's lack of compassion. Peter shook his head, turning back to the floor.

No. I wouldn’t let him. At the time, she was almost 5 months pregnant. Just started to show. There was no way in hell I would let her go on this mission in her condition. I didn’t want my family at risk.

He said, jabbing a thumb in his chest and meeting Vision's eyes.

The professor offered to send me with her. I said no I don’t want her going at all. The professor said no, she has to go; she knows about this shit better than anyone.

Peter rambled.

Finally, I said. She’s not going. That’s final. I don’t want my pregnant wife going to another dimension that is this unknown. I’ve been with her for six years. I know about this stuff; she’s taught me. Send me.

Peter said strongly.

So he did...

He finished and Vision nodded.

Why is she here if you demanded otherwise?

He asked, and Peter scoffed, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

I should’ve known better. She’s always been stubborn. Never one to listen to me, or anybody for that matter.

He chuckled.

I don’t know how she got here or when she got here, but that night was the first time I’d seen her in two months.

He cried at the thought head in his hands. Vision just watched with a frown

She's not supposed to be here. She was supposed to be home. Where they’d be safe.

He cried, gesturing forward with his hands.

And I just- I saw that look in her eyes. That empty look. She wasn’t herself, she wasn’t dressed like herself, she didn’t talk like herself. She was-

He cut himself off from continuing. Vision looked on intently, but Peter wasn’t sure if he should continue. Fuck it.

She was under Wanda’s control.

He finally said. Vision was taken aback.

Then we were on the couch, and she remembered me. She called me Pete and told me we were having a baby boy. She let me touch her belly, hold her, kiss her, and… I had her back.

He cried smiling.

Then Wanda came into the room, and she was gone again. And after she left for the night, I heard Wanda in my head. She warned me, saying, "Stay away from her if you want them to be safe."

His tone suddenly turned scared, and he pointed to his head frantically.

So I’ve been here, keeping away, making sure my family is safe in the only way I can think of.

He finished. Vision just sat there as Peter cried. He didn’t know how to comprehend everything he had just been told. He waited for Peter's crying to ease up before speaking again.

Thank you, Peter.

He said, rising from his spot on the couch. Peter followed him with his eyes.

You’ve been most helpful.

He said, exiting the room. Leaving Peter sat there, mouth agape, staring at the now shut attic door. He suddenly felt sick. He was absolutely terrified that he’d done something wrong and worried beyond belief for the well-being of his wife and son.

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You were humming quietly to your baby bump. Wanda was in the kitchen, and the twins were in their room. You were sat in the living room watching your baby bump stretch with every kick your son landed in response to your humming and giggling quietly to yourself.

Yn...

Vision calls gently as he enters the room, pulling in your attention. You smile widely.

Hello, vision. Come here!

You greeted him and waved him over. He listened and came to sit at your side. You grabbed his hand and put it on your bump.

Watch this...

You giggled and began humming again. It didn’t take long for your baby to respond with a kick, and you giggled again.

He’s quite the dancer.

Vision joked with a smile, and you nodded. He pulled his hand away, folding them on his lap.

I would like to talk with you about your husband.

Vision said bluntly. It made your smile falter and stopped your humming. You loosely hugged your bump and nodded.

Ok...

It’s not that you didn’t like talking about him. It was just a painful topic.

Who is your husband?

He asked, and you laughed like it was an obvious answer he should’ve known.

Oh, come on. You remember him. He used to attend Mommy and me classes with us.

You explained simply.

No yn. Who is he?

He insisted, causing you to frown. You thought about it for a moment, but all you could remember were those classes, and even those felt like a dream. You couldn’t remember a name, a personality, or a face.

Um- I don’t know- I- I- think I’m getting confused again.

You said nervously, laughing. Vision shook his head.

When did you find out you were pregnant?

He asked. And you paused again. You had no idea. You began to panic, your breathing picking up slightly. You wanted so badly to remember something... Anything.

I don’t know...

You whispered, your head beginning to pound. Vision watched as your eyes darted across the floor as if physically searching for an answer to Vision's questions.

Why did you come to Westview?

After a moment, he finally asked. His tone was serious. It was like he wasn’t asking you conversationally but rather pushing for the answer, demanding it. You tried your hardest to remember what you were doing here. When you got here. Nothing came to mind besides a memory of your husband saying you should move there. But it felt so wrong, so fake, like it was planted there, which sent you spiralling.

Vision, I’m going to Agnes’ for an hour or so. I’ll be back shortly. The boys are in their room, and lunch is on the stove.

Wanda said cheerfully. He responded by standing and giving her a quick goodbye kiss, hoping she wouldn’t notice her best friend regaining her self-control. He said, guiding her to the door.

Oh, yn would you like to come?

Wanda quickly asked, but Vision moved between Wanda and yourself again.

Darling, yn and I are engaging in a rather enjoyable discussion regarding existentialism. I’d prefer to continue it.

Vision explained, and Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes and moving to the door.

Oh, you big thinkers. Alright, I’ll let you get back to your oh so important discussion.

She said teasingly, and Vision smiled, opening the door for her.

Thank you, darling. Have fun.

He said, and she quickly waved to yn before heading out the door.

Vision...

Yn called desperately from the couch. He closed the door, turning back to yn He quickly responded to her call by sitting back beside you and comfortingly rubbing soothing circles on your upper back.

Vision, my head feels like it’s going to explode. I think I’m going to be sick.

You whined, grabbing your head as tears rapidly ran down your cheeks. You didn’t remember anything but a simple fabricated backstory. The more you tried, the worse your head pounded and spun.

It’s alright, yn. Keep going.

Vision encouraged. Going where? What does he want from me?

Who are you?

He asked, pulling your hands from your head and placing his in their place. Looking directly into your terrified, tear-filled eyes.

Who are you?

He asked again, the stone embedded on his forehead glowing slightly. Then it all came flooding back. Memories of Peter, your wedding, the X-men, the X-mansion, the mission. Your whole life returns in a tidal wave of emotion. He could see that you remembered. He saw how your eyes suddenly shone with a light that hadn’t been there previously, a missing consciousness because of his wife. Your breathing was ragged, and you pulled back from him, looking frantically around the house. Confused and scared.

Who the hell are you?!

You spat, but your voice gave away the fear you hid behind a brave facade.

Where am I?!

You demanded, yelling and slowly standing from your place on the couch. A protective hand on your bump.

My name is Vision. You must be yn Maximoff.

He said cautiously, slowly extending a hand to you. You looked down at the hand and then at his eyes, a frown settling on your brow.

How do you know me?

You asked. Vision retracted his hand and cleared his throat.

I am an acquaintance of your husband, Peter Maximoff.

He explained. The frown disappeared from your face, replaced by a look of shock and relief as your mouth fell agape. Vision suddenly felt his mind being poked and prodded.

Are you reading my mind?

He asked curiously, not concerned by the blatant disregard for his privacy but intrigued. The sensation stopped, and your mouth snapped closed.

No. I can’t read minds.

You said.

I’m reading your life.

You explained. Vision frowned and gestured, encouraging you to elaborate.

I can tap into your experiences, past, future, and present, like jumping through a timeline.

You said cautiously. He was impressed. He had to admit that kind of power fascinated him.

Is that all you can do?

He asked, and you shook your head.

I can manipulate memories, force you to relive them and make false ones. My mutation is reminiscent of what you would call divination magic in this dimension... Where’s Peter? Take me to him.

You demanded. Vision took a moment to comprehend all he’d been told, then considered your request.

I will take you to him.

He agrees, and you release a sigh.

But first, I must tell you all you have missed. He said, sitting on the sofa and gesturing to the spot beside him. You hesitated, but eventually, your curiosity got the better of you, and you joined him, eager to listen.

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His foot was tapping. No, it was racing. Since vision left, it hadn’t stopped moving. He didn’t know what to do or if he did something wrong. He thought he was doing the right thing. Vision seemed so open to wanting to see the truth, and when he left, he was angry. Or was he? Peter couldn’t remember, and he’d gotten to that point where his mind was making stuff up. Maybe Vision wasn’t angry. Maybe it was a test, and he failed, and now vision was going to hurt you just like Wanda had warned. God, his whole body started to buzz at the thought. His first instinct was to race to you before vision found you, grab you, and take you as far away from this place as possible. He decided against it, though, when he really thought about it. He knew nothing about this place or the power that controlled it. For all he knows, Wanda could already hear him planning and be preparing to interfere before he even has the chance. It’s safest to stay. Especially if she’s watching him, he doesn’t know the extent of her power and doesn’t want to test it. Maybe you should’ve come originally. You probably would have already gathered all the data you could and been home. But he came, and now it’s been two months, and you're here being mind-controlled. It was his fault you’re in danger. He began to cry again. He was drowning in his fear, sadness, and guilt. His brain and sobs were so loud he didn’t hear the footsteps racing up the stairs or the attic door being opened. He didn’t hear your soft, broken gasp at the sight of him or your gentle but urgent steps toward him. But he heard your voice as you kneeled before him and felt your touch as you reached for him.

Pete...

You called concerned. His head shot out of his hands, and his eyes met yours. He was frozen for a second, stunned that you were here and that you remembered him. The moment your palms cradled his face, he fell off the couch to his knees on the floor in front of you and pulled you into a tight, desperate hug. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his neck and raking your hand through his hair.

Baby, I’m ok... We’re ok...

You consoled concerned. Rubbing your hand up and down his upper back. He just squeezed tighter, burying his face in your neck, crying. He was so relieved that he fell apart in your arms.

I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.

He whispered like a chant, over and over. You just shook your head, pulling back. He reluctantly let you go, and you cupped his face again, using your thumbs to wipe his tears. You shushed him.

It’s not. It’s not your fault. I came here of my own will, and Wanda took control of my mind. You didn’t do anything wrong.

You explained, and he shook his head.

I did! I left you there! I hid! I stayed away! I wanted to grab you and run, but I was a coward!

He cried, and you smiled sadly at him.

Vision explained everything. You did it to protect me. To protect us.

You said, taking his hand with one of yours and guiding it to your belly. His fingers spread as soon as he felt it under his palm. Wanting to feel it as much as possible to assure himself you both were ok.

It’s ok Pete...

You comforted him. Rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. His breathing began to slow, and his cries stopped. A stray tear sneaks out every now and then.

If you came originally like Charles wanted, none of this would’ve happened.

He said, looking at your belly.

You don’t know that. This is bigger than any of us thought. If I had come, I might have been stuck here. Under Wanda’s spell. Unable to break out because I didn’t have you.

You explained. Your silver lining outlook not going unnoticed by him. It’s one of the reasons he fell for you. You could always find the positive in any situation. He smiled gently, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a crushing kiss full of love and desperation. You were surprised, but it didn’t take long for you to melt into him. Missing this physical contact you’ve been deprived of for the last two months. When you finally pulled away for breath, your foreheads were pressed together, and you smiled lovingly at each other. You were happy to have found your husband. Safe. Alive. And he was happy to have you back in his arms, relieved you and his son were finally where you’d be safest. With him.

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the old honda civic rattled slightly, the worn-out shocks barely holding up against the weight shifting inside. rough fingers dug into your sides to keep you steady as he shifted, the car groaning beneath you both, the air thick with sex and sweat. your eyes flicked down, catching sight of a few crumpled burger wrappers scattered on the car floor, an empty soda cup rolling with the movement. it felt cramped, claustrophobic almost, the windows fogging up even more as you tried to adjust your position, hitching your hips trying to get him to move along.

every slight shift of your body made the seat groan, but he wasn’t giving you much room to move. his body was pressed flushed against yours, his belly pushing you deeper into the worn seats. the friction from the cracked leather scraped against your ass, making you wince, but the uncomfortable sting somehow only heightened the intensity of pleasure. ralph’s — no, randall’s new scraggly beard scratched your skin as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, a grunt escaping him as the car swayed just a little from side to side.

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you moaned, pressing the flat of your palms against his chest, but he didn’t let up. instead, his hips rutted in a more shallow, more frantic pace, and you couldn’t help the small, shaky breaths that escaped you every time you feel the tip of his cock bully into your sweet spot.

“stay still for me baby,”

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a strained moan reverberated through the cramped space when he came.

fingers tangled in your hair as he continued to twitch and throb inside you, and when you opened your eyes, you saw that ralph’s face was contorted into an expression that could only be described as euphoric rapture. your walls expanded and contracted rhythmically, fluttering around him as he came down from his high.

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Run To You | Peter Maximoff

Part 2 / 3

Part 1 , 3

Summary: It's just an average day in Westview. Wanda invites you to dinner, and when you show up, you are greeted by an unfamiliar guest, but he seems to recognize you.

Warnings: Pregnant reader

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It was a beautiful day, but when isn’t it. You loved Westview. You have since you and your husband moved here so many years ago. He used to say it was the perfect place to start a family. He was right of course, he usually was after all. And when you discovered you were pregnant, you were just so happy over the moon. He read all the baby books and used to go to all of your mommy and me classes with you. He was so excited to be a dad. That’s what made his death even more heartbreaking. He’d never meet the child he was just so excited to love. You were alone now. You read all the books you didn’t have to before because he had attended classes by yourself, keeping your gaze down and away from the curious eyes of the other couples who had noticed his absence. One couple in particular took a special interest in you. The woman especially, like she understood you and wanted to be there to give you any support you needed. That’s how you met Wanda. She approached you as you sat alone in that class and struck up a conversation. She asked about your husband, and you reluctantly told her everything, reliving all of the pain. She gave you a sympathetic look and listened as you spoke until you had nothing to say. You then both talked about your pregnancies and your anxieties about it, and from then on, it was an inseparable bond.

Here yn, I got you a little something for the baby.

She said excitedly, interrupting your thoughts. You were sat outside a cute little cafe, your usual hangout spot, having a small lunch. She smiled brightly, handing you a bag with a bow on it. It wasn’t anything special—an old diaper bag full of clothes that her sons used to wear when they were babies—but you were grateful nonetheless.

Oh, Wanda, this is too much. Thank you!

You said, gently placing everything back in the bag and lowering it beside you on the ground.

Oh, it’s nothing. The boys are 12 now, so I have no need for that. Besides, your baby should be here soon, so you’ll need it more than I will.

She brushed off, taking a sip of her coffee. It was hard to believe her twins were already 10. It felt like only yesterday day you were in mommy and me classes excitedly talking about when your babies would be born-

Wait 12? But I’m still pregnant. How are her kids 12?

You suddenly thought to yourself. Your mind was absent of explanation, and a terrifying sense of confusion overtook you.

Where am-

So when are you going to tell me the gender?

She asked.

What-

You said breathlessly, taking a moment to look around and see if you recognize your surroundings.

Are you alright yn?

Wanda questioned, placing her coffee on the table. Her tone wasn’t the type of concern one would have for a friend's well-being but rather of interrogation. Then it was quiet. Your mind was quiet like someone snapped their fingers and brought you back from your confused state.

Yn.

She calls out bluntly with a straight face. You take a moment to compose yourself before gently shaking your head and chuckling.

Yes. Sorry, Wanda, I don’t know what happened. What were you saying?

You say, bringing your hand up to rub your temple.

I told you those pregnancy hormones are crazy.

She laughed, and you joined in, dropping your hand down to rub your belly.

Never mind. You must come for dinner tonight; the boys would love to see you!

She pushed, and of course, you couldn’t say no. You loved the Maximoff twins.

You know I’ll be there. How could I refuse?

You said and she laughed along with you. You both continued your conversation, enjoying the rest of your lunch date.

—

I’ll get it!

You heard Wanda yell from inside the house, and then the door flew open, and you were met with your best friend. She looked exhausted but smiled and welcomed you in.

Are you ok, Wanda? Are the boys driving you crazy again?

You chuckled lightly after you walked into the house, then turned back to her as she shut the door and turned to you with an exhausted but amused sigh.

No. My brother just surprised me by coming to town.

Your brows furrowed.

Your brother?

She nodded and began heading to the dining room. Waving for you to follow.

Yes. Pietro.

She said sternly as you approached the table and saw him messing around with the twins. The tone immediately got his attention, and he focused on the two of you. That dull headache was creeping back, and you couldn’t pinpoint why, but you began to feel an odd sense of familiarity, relief and fear. Pietro just stared at you. Mouth agape. His eyes flick between yours, your baby bump and Wanda. You couldn’t place the look, but it scared you. You suddenly felt very unsafe, and the pounding in your head slowly began to grow.

Pietro. Don’t stare.

Wanda joked suddenly, but it was demanding. She guided you to your chair, and you wore a fake grateful smile as you tried to work through this episode of confusion and fear that you’ve now experienced twice today. You didn’t want to worry anyone. Pietro intently watched as you sat down. It was almost protective, and then he looked toward Wanda. There was a brief pause before he cleared his throat.

Hey, she's hot.

He joked, shrugging, but his voice shook. Wanda shook her head with a chuckle.

Oh, don’t mind him. You’d think with that super speed you’d be quicker and less obvious when ogling at girls.

Everyone at the table laughed. Your head was pounding though—the same as before but worse. You tried to ignore it, hiding it behind empty laughs and quick smiles.

Peter.

A voice suddenly spoke in your head. It was your voice, but it felt like it came from a past life or a different version of you.

Peter.

It said again, and you tried to gently shake it off. This caught the attention of both Wanda and Pietro.

Peter.

It said louder, and you raised your hand to softly massage your temple.

Yn?

Wanda questioned, but you couldn’t respond. It felt like your head was going to explode.

Yn, are you alright?

She demanded, trying her best to sound concerned. Your breath began to pick up

Yn. Yn. Yn. That’s you. But who are you? What’s your last name. Peter. Peter. Peter. Who the hell is Peter. Why do I know that name? I don’t know Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter. My husband. It was my husband's name, Peter. Peter what. Peter. Peter. Peter. Max-

Yn!

Wanda and Peter yelled at the same time, one concerned, the other angry. Your mind was quiet. The headache was gone, and the terrifying episode of confusion had ceased once again. You slowed your now racing breath and shook your head, letting out breathy chuckles.

Oh god. Sorry, Wanda. Just these pregnancy hormones getting to me again. Now I’m sorry. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pietro. You must excuse my rudeness. This baby is really messing with my mind.

You laughed, and everyone laughed with you. It felt like a scene from a sitcom. Everyone laughed except Peter, who looked at you concerned.

I told you about those hormones. They drove me absolutely crazy, too.

Wanda said and began diving into her dinner.

Are you sure you’re ok yn?

Peter insisted. His eyes not leaving you. You couldn’t tear yours from his. They felt so familiar, and you just got lost in them.

You wouldn’t understand these things, Pietro. You’re a man.

Wanda teased, tearing your attention back to her. You laughed at her witty banter and dug into your meal. Pietro's concern and your episode were completely forgotten.

—

Yn, please. You know you don’t need to do that.

Wanda insisted, grabbing the dishes from you and placing them beside the sink for vision to wash.

Please just go sit. Relax. You’re too pregnant to be helping.

She chuckled, gently nudging you into the living room.

But Wanda, it’s no big deal. It’s the least I could do.

You sighed But didn’t resist her, knowing it would be pointless.

No. The least you could do is relax. Vision and I have this handled. Go sit down with the boys in the living room.

She said in a playfully stern manner, crossing her arms. You rolled your eyes dramatically with a smile and rubbed your belly.

I’m only pregnant. It’s not like it’ll hurt to help.

You joked, and she smiled.

Yes, but you're seven months in now. Go sit down, and let me know if Pietro bothers you anymore.

She said before turning back to help Vision with the dishes. You made your way to the living room. The boys, including Pietro, were playing a video game, and the sound of you walking in grabbed their attention. While the twins only gave quick glances, not wanting to jeopardize their game, Pietro watched carefully as you guided yourself onto the couch.

Uncle Pietro, we’re losing! Pay attention!

Billy whined, smacking his uncle's bicep, drawing his attention back to them abruptly.

Uh...

He stuttered, then snapped back into character.

Sorry, kiddos, your uncles got some business with the pretty lady.

He said nonchalantly, then briskly unplugged his controller and sped to sit beside you. The twins let out some quick whines and protests but it didn’t last long as they immediately got immersed back into the game.

Hey there beautiful.

Pieter greeted in a flirty tone.

Hey there, brother of my best friend.

You said, not looking away from the twins and rubbing soothing circles on your belly. You couldn’t see it, but Pietro was watching you do so with a loving, sad smile.

Yn?

He asked, his eyes flicking back to your face. You hummed in response.

Ya. Nice to meet you, Pietro.

You said, turning to offer him a kind smile, which he weakly returned. For some reason, his eyes were misty.

I’m sorry about how rude I was earlier during dinner. I didn’t mean to ignore you if you were talking to me. My mind has been fuzzy recently.

You explained, and he gently nodded.

I bet...

He said under his breath, causing your smile to falter slightly and a frown to show on your brow.

Excuse me?

You asked. He cleared his throat and gestured to your belly.

Oh, uh- The pregnancy and all. Wanda was saying she felt crazy sometimes because of how forgetful she’d get.

He laughed nervously. And your smile returned as you nodded.

So Wanda said you're seven months along now?

Pietro asked, looking at your baby bump. You nodded, looking down at it as well.

Yeah, I'm getting close to the end now. I'm starting to get nervous. Thankfully, I don’t have to do it alone, though. Your sister is such a saint.

You explained, and Pietro frowned as you met each other's eyes.

My husband died a few months ago. I was alone, but Wanda took me in and offered to help me out.

You explained; Pietro looked shocked and was he upset?

That’s the story she gave you?

He said it breathlessly, teary-eyed, and you frowned. Before you could ask anything more, a strong kick interrupted your thoughts, causing you to hiss. Pietro jumped slightly and made a movement to help.

Are you ok?

He sounded panicked, looking between your bump and face, and you laughed, rubbing the top of your belly where the kick landed.

Ya. He’s just kicking.

You said with a smile. Pietro calmed and sat back in the chair, and a look of shock washed over him. He really did look like he wanted to cry. But why?

He? It’s a boy?

He asked, his voice cracking and a watery smile making its way to his face. You felt yourself becoming a bit cautious, his behaviour weirding you out, but still, you kept the conversation light.

Ya, I found out, um- I found out. When did I find out?

You asked yourself. But I brushed it off to avoid unravelling in front of Pietro again.

Sorry, I can’t remember.

You laughed, and he just gave a slight nod. The kicking was getting stronger the longer you talked to Pietro, and he noticed the slight discomfort on your face.

Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?

He asked conceded. And you just shook your head.

No, he’s just kicking a lot tonight.

You said, rubbing the spot to soothe the uncomfortable sensation. Looking back at Pietro from your bump, where he was staring, an idea popped into your head.

Do you want to feel it?

You asked. What a weird question to ask someone you had just met, but for some reason, you felt comfortable enough to do so with Pietro. He met your eyes with a wide smile and enthusiastic nod. You grabbed his hand, lifting it towards your belly and gently placing it on top where the kicking was, pressing down on it to make sure he could feel it.

Just wait a second...

You said when you noticed his disappointed expression when he felt nothing. Then it was there. The slight soft flutter of your baby’s kick right in the centre of his palm. A proud, loving smile grew on his face, and a few stray tears escaped down his cheeks as he let out a happy sob.

Wow...

He said breathlessly.

That’s incredible.

He said in awe, spreading his palm more on your belly, causing your fingers to be interwoven with his. His touch felt good and comfortable. Suddenly, you felt the sensation of missing this feeling, and your eyes began to tear as well. You couldn’t exactly say why, though.

I know, right. He’s gonna be just like you, Pete. Full of energy.

You laughed quietly, staring down at your hands. You heard him gasp softly, and you suddenly realized what you had just said. You turned your head back to him and were met with hopeful, longing, tear-filled eyes.

Peter...

You whispered. You suddenly remembered who he was, why he was so familiar, and why you felt the way you did at that moment.

Holy shit...

He gasped. He couldn’t believe it. You remembered him—and not just his name—him—that you were his wife and he was the father of your baby. He felt so relieved.

Pete...

You cried and reached toward him, unable to pull yourself up to wrap your arms around his neck on your own due to the weight of your bump. He quickly met you halfway, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around your torso, and his face was buried in your neck.

Holy shit yn...

He said into your skin as you cried gently and wrapped your arms around his neck. Burying one of your hands in his hair and sprinkling his temple with hundreds of longing kisses.

Oh my God, Pete... I missed you so much...

You cried, and he pulled back to meet your eyes, putting both hands on either side of your face. He kissed your nose, then your forehead, and finally your lips. It was long and needy, and you immediately responded. It had been two months since you last saw him, and you never wanted this to end. Much to your dismay, he pulled away and looked at you again with a loving smile.

God, I missed you, baby. Both of you. I was so worried.

He said, and you just smiled back.

I missed you too, Pete. So much. It was killing me to be away from you.

You explained, and he nodded.

Me too, baby, me too.

He agreed. Then he looked down at your bump. His smile grew even wider. His hands went from your face to your bump, rubbing soothing smooth circles.

You popped while I was gone!

He said lovingly. And you laughed.

Ya well, he’s been growing a lot these last two months!

You joked, placing your hands on his. It felt so good to have your husband back. To be a family again. You were so relieved you found him, and he was safe. You never wanted it to end.

Holy shit, I can’t believe it’s a boy!

He laughed, his hands holding your bump with yours on top of his.

It’s a boy?

You both heard Wanda ask. Peter immediately turned to where she was standing just outside the room. A wide, excited grin on her face. Then he turned back to you, and he felt all the blood from his face drain. That look. That wasn’t you. Not the real you that he married or who was just wrapped in his arms, talking lovingly about your family. You were empty again. An exaggerated look of disappointment washed over your face, and you rolled your eyes. Smacking Pietro's arm as you stood from the couch and made your way to Wanda.

Oh, Pietro! It was supposed to be a surprise!

You whined. He completely deflated as he watched you be taken away by Wanda once again. He watched heartbroken as Wanda excitedly embraced you and Vision congratulated you from her side. He wanted to cry. To scream. Anything to take this pain away. He just turned away to hide his pain from Wanda. Sitting on the couch with his head in his hands as he silently sobbed to himself. He lost you. Again. After just getting you back. He lost his family, and he felt hopeless. Wanda excited dragged you up the stairs to give you more boy baby clothes. The both of you were giddy as you made your way up. Peter couldn’t look. It hurt too much. Unbeknownst to him, however, Vision did not follow. He was too busy watching who he thought to be Pietro. Curious as to why he reacted in such a way to your absence. He began to feel something was going on he did not know about and decided he needed to talk to Pietro to know exactly what that was.

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[ivvyela]

marvel gives me cocky asshole adult and their smartass teenage mentee who is happy to be here and won’t take no for an answer and i go wild

[it-meant-nothing]

I wonder how the fandom would react if… the MCU brings back Evan Peters and Michael Fassbender as Quicksilver and Magneto again… and then finally make them father and son… only for them to have the same unhealthy —fucking dysfunctional— relationship that they have in the comics.

Me personally I’d die but that’s just me ig—

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #109

Fic where Wanda does not get snapped. Westview happens during the blip.

At some point before Westview, Wanda visits Tony at the lake house (maybe she wants him to make the government give her Vision's body back). Tony, deep in his grief and just wanting to be with Pepper and baby Morgan, doesn't help as much as she wants him to.

Before leaving, already very unhinged, Wanda offers to take Tony's memories of Peter away. She phrases it like an act of compassion, since she can sense the depths of his pain. But Tony perceives it as a threat. And it's one that, especially during and after Westview, he knows she's powerful enough to achieve

So, he calls a wizard. He begs Wong to do a spell to protect his memories of Peter from ever being harmed by magic

Fast forward to NWH. Tony has been in a coma ever since the battle with Thanos. He finally wakes up, and he's so grateful to be with his family, but he doesn't understand why a certain teenager is not there

It doesn't take long for Tony to realize that no one else remembers Peter. May is dead. The kid is alone, erased, forgotten by everyone

But not by him. Because of a witch's threat and his own paranoia, his memories are safe.

And now it's time to go get his kid

[missuswalker]

i love your interactions between reader and quickie soooo much omg. would you be able to write something where either quickie or reader are being super needy and the other is just like amused by it/teasing/making fun of them for it idrk im bad at requests ahh

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 �� 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

༄ summary: you do your best to subtly hint towards what you want to do with peter, but he knows you too well and catches on fast (he thinks he’s the funniest man on the planet

༄ warnings: smut, teasing, piv, fingering, oral (fem receiving), lack of protection 🤡(great way to come back after a month)

༄ notes: WHAT ILY AND THIS (has anyone picked up to the fact that the notes are literally just me interacting with the anons) (also i missed you guys 😘)

peter never really could sit still, it was something you’d quite literally never seen. even in his sleep, he would roll around, kick you, sit up abruptly, or just mumble. that was why you weren’t surprised that he payed you little attention, though he’d been the one to invite you over. he stood in front of his (awfully loud) pac-man machine, eyes fixed on the screen, hands moving quickly to keep himself from losing. to be completely honest, when he called, you’d expected to get dicked down as soon as you stepped foot in the basement.

yeah, that hadn’t happened.

while it was sweet that he just wanted to be in your presence, you wished that he would, at the least, pull himself away from the game that kept his attention longer than you did. you knew it wasn’t anything against you, he just wasn’t typically a ‘sit down and hang out’ kind of guy. while that could be the case on occasion, he preferred to hop around his room like he’d never been in it before.

standing from your place on his couch, you make your way behind him, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. he doesn’t even flinch, eyes flickering across the paths of the pink and blue ghosts. “hey,” you say, resting your head in between his shoulder blades, the skin of his back bare warm, shirt having been discarded hours ago. “hi,” he responds, letting one hand come back for a split second to gently brush against your arm.

you sigh, giving a quick eye roll. you weren’t annoyed with peter, more annoyed at the fact that he hadn’t picked up on any of the hints you’d dropped. except he absolutely did. he knew exactly what you wanted, but he was playing a game. he wanted to see how long it would take for you to just say that you wanted to have sex. he always thought it was funny how you’d beat around the bush until he gave in, but this time, he wasn’t going to just hand it to you on a silver platter.

pun intended.

“will you be done soon,” you ask, tone sickly sweet. he did his best not to snicker at your desperate attempt to gain his attention, keeping his face forward. “if you want me to be,” he answers, purposefully losing the game. he turns around and wraps you up in his arms, kissing the side of your head. after a few seconds of silence, he pulls away, hopping over the back of the couch and landing in a laying position, turning on the tv. you follow, crawling into the tight space between your idiot boyfriend and the couch.

“what do you wanna do,” he hums, flipping through channels of shitty tv shows. “i dunno,” you shrug, trailing your fingers down the side of his arm. he cranes his neck to look at you, eyebrows raised. “you can’t think of anything?” you could hear his smirk in his tone of voice, it dawning on you that he definitely knew every move you’d been making. you scoff, smacking him upside the head. “you asshole,” you laugh, shaking your head. “what? i didn’t do anything!” he defends, a silly smile on his face as he covers his head.

when you’d finally figured out that this had all been some sort of game to him, you could feel yourself growing a little bit embarrassed. “peter,” you groan, nudging him. “what?” he asks, the smirk from before still there. you simply blink at him, pursing your lips. he was really starting to piss you off, but at the same time, it made you need him even more. “if you don’t want to do anything, i’m gonna take a nap,” he says, getting more comfortable.

you throw your head back and internally screaming at him. “peter, stop being a dick. just… please,” you huff, shaking him as if he’d already fallen asleep. “please what? please have sex with me because you’re so sexy, funny, and strong? is that what you were going to say?” he teases, turning around to face you now, that shit eating grin you were so used to making its way onto his sneaky face. “no, i would never say those things about you,” you say, deadpanning.

“oh, okay. goodnight, then,” he says, shutting his eyes and dramatically pretending to snore. “no, no, no, peter,” you whine, smacking his chest. “just admit it and i’ll wake up. i know you want me, you don’t have to be so stubborn, it’s not like i blame you. i am pretty damn sexy,” he says, not moving an inch. “oh my god, i hate you.”

you had expected him to just give up, open his eyes and let you have it, but he didn’t, adding to your frustration and the dull ache in your core. he was being mean, purposefully, and it was getting you riled up, despite how much it pissed you off. “fine, i want you, peter, please, i need you,” you sigh, voice monotone. he keeps his eyes shut, though his eyebrows raise as if to say, “try again.”

“okay, you win, i need you, just fuck me.”

his eyes fly open, smile never wavering. “wasn’t so hard, was it?” he snorts, sitting up. you were now in his spot, peter hovering over you, a hand by each side of your head. he peppers your face with kisses, a hand coming up to push your hair out of your face, lips finally landing on yours. “can we speed this up a little bit? you’re supposed to be super fast, aren’t you,” you say, silently begging him to just slam into you. “little desperate, but if that’s what you want,” he jokes, grinning against your cheek as he reaches under your (his) long shirt, fingers hooking in the waistline of your panties and sliding them down your legs, holding them up like a prize.

“very cute, have i ever told you how much i like pink?” he hums, stalling just to aggravate you. upon seeing your unamused face, he stuffs the underwear into the pocket of his sweatpants. spreading your legs open to get a better look, laughing at the sight before him. “you’re already wet? i haven’t even touched you, yet.”

if this man didn’t just move on already.

like he could sense your thoughts, he wasted no more time, sliding a long finger into your near-dripping cunt, finally giving you a sense of relief. with you letting out a heavy breath, his eyes find yours again. “all this just from thinking about me?” he asks, sliding another finger in, slowly dipping his head under your tshirt, lips connecting with your attention deprived clit. “you’re an asshole,” you grunt, hand finding his silver locks. he chuckles against you, the cool breath from his nose tickling your warm skin.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” he groans, pulling his hand away and sucking the slick off of his fingers. his hard dick pushed at the fabric of his sweats, wanting so badly to escape its confines. “i might just need you more than you need me,” he huffs, sitting back against your shins, untying the strings of his pants and pushing them down his thighs, briefs following. once they’re down his legs, he strokes himself, the sight of you looking so pretty making him twitch.

“peter, please.”

you’d lost count of how many times you’d said that in the last few minutes, but you didn’t have time to count when you were so close to getting exactly what you wanted. “i know, i know,” he nods, pushing your shirt up and moving your hand to tell you to hold it. he tugs at your bra a bit, just enough to let your tits spill out. he leans down, placing a sweet kiss to your stomach, looking up and giving you a wink, before gently pulling your hips up. “turn around for me,” he instructs, turning you around. hands still on your hips, he pulls them upwards, your ass in the air.

scooting up behind you on his knees, he places one kiss to your ass, pumping himself, and lining up, head of his cock pushing into the folds of your pretty pussy. once he’s all the way in, he thrusts in and out slowly, one hand on your hip, the other on your asscheek. “faster,” you mumble, face pushed against the couch cushion. “you sure?” he teases, but listens, picking up his pace.

his room felt humid, the slapping sounds of your skin meeting filling your ears. he practically rams into you, your loud moans making his hips stutter. “shit,” he whispers, reaching down to rub at your clit with rough fingers. “oh my god, peter,” you whimper, reaching back for the hand that was on your ass, squeezing his fingers. the tight squeeze of your cunt when you came made him lose his steady rhythm, burying his cock deep inside of you. his release fills you up, his fingers finally intertwining with yours, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into the back of your hand.

“didn’t know you needed me that much.”

“do you ever shut up?”

“not that i know of.”

i’m back hello 😻💋 feel free to continue to request, i’ll be writing again 🎀 try not to be so vague yall i have one that quite literally only says “smut pls” 😞