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peter and his wendy(wanda)bird

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Peter doesn’t really know what the hell is happening, but his sister needs him and that’s enough.

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Canon divergence from ep01x05

Peter is a twin. Was a twin? No, he is a twin. Will always be a twin even if his twin’s not there.

Not many people really know that about him, not even the mansions resident telepaths (not even his dad, not that his dad knows he’s Peters dad - it’s an awkward conversation to have, Peters been putting it off, ok? So sue him). He had a twin, a secret twin, that made his mom go all quiet sometimes and drink the rest, a twin that his baby sister doesn’t quite remember but who loves the big sister she doesn’t remember all the same.

Her name was Wendy (Wanda to him when it was just them, or to mom when they were in trouble, which was a lot, coz Peter was always in trouble and Wanda was always somehow dragged into it) and she was fucking awesome. Their powers came in when they were about eight and with it her eyes gained this wicked red undertone and his hair turned silver. Mom got judgy looks for it from stuck-up PTA moms like it was her fault their mutations were so rad they could be seen.

Wendy didn’t think her mutual was rad. He did, told her how cool it was all the time - like, super speed’s so totally cool and all but it means he’s hungry all the time, and being able to move things with your fucking mind? So. Cool. Wendy would sort of just force a smile and say thanks, but he could tell she didn’t believe him. That no matter what Peter said, Wends would never not be scared of what she could do. Wouldn’t be terrified of hurting him or mom or little baby Lidia whose dad had skipped out on a pregnant mom when the twins had gotten weird beyond the Slavic names on their birth certificates.

And, yeah, maybe Wendy was scary. When she had a nightmare, everyone had a nightmare, even Peter who never slept more than four hours anyway (everything about him was fast, man. Everything) and when Wendy got mad, things shook, and pipes burst which only freaked her out which only made things shake more and everyone around her feel scared even though there was no need to be coz Wendy wouldn’t hurt a fly (at least, not on purpose).

Peter loved his twin more than anyone in the world (Lidia was a very, very close second. Sorry, Mom). They barely ever fought. When she looked him in the eye told him not to do something (which in all honesty, wasn’t often) he would listen, even if hadn’t listened to mom when she said the same thing, like, 2 seconds before. She’s the only telepath that he knew that could read his mile-a-second mind. She could keep him still and he could keep her calm. They were Pietro and Wanda, Peter and Wendy, so fucking iconic that a book was written about them years before they were born (seriously, remove romantic shit and it was pretty much them. Sort of. They had the same names, alright?). He would have done anything for Wendy, followed her anywhere - and then she went where he couldn’t follow and his heart broke.

(Lidia was three and had a fever. Mom had to go to work if they wanted a roof over their head - Peter would’ve stolen them stuff but mom said that was illegal and Wendy had given him The Look so that was off the table. Anyway, Mom was at work, their new-ish neighbours still viewed the single mom and strange twins with the Eastern European last name with suspicion, Wendy didn’t entirely trust herself alone with Lidia, toddlers being emotional roller coasters on a good day, and Wendy being an emotion-absorbing vacuum, so it was Peter to the rescue. Honestly, Peter would take a sick toddler over school any day. Mom had left him with an absolute mountain of instructions that 12-year-old Peter pretended to brush off but really took very seriously and Wendy had wished him luck and made her way to school without him which had felt really weird coz they pretty much always went everywhere together which was part of what led them strange.

Peter should have gone to school.

Wends had science after lunch, Peter was usually her lab partner but because he was ‘sick’ - the last thing they needed were child services called on them again and a little white lie was better than the alternative - the teacher must’ve put her with the bitchy girls in their class that had it out for Wendy since day one. Those stupid bitches always made comments about Wendy’s eyes and the second-hand clothes mom got for them despite Peter offering to steal them all new ones and her magic-wild hair and it bothered Wendy. It bothered him too but he was calm for Wendy, acted like it was no biggie so that she wouldn’t blow them up even if they did totally deserve it. He wasn’t there to calm her down then so shit exploded and in a science classroom with Bunsen burners and dangerous chemicals? Yeah, not a great thing - there was a fire that Wendy didn’t make with her magic, that she couldn’t control and Peter, back at home, alternating between TV and giving Lidia her mom-prescribed doses of baby medicine, felt that something was wrong, felt it right deep down, grabbed Lidia tight to his chest and ran. He ran right to school, there before the firemen, but after everyone had evacuated, Wendy whose clothes and hair were singed but who he could see just fine through a window - everyone had evacuated, injured but ok, everyone but those bitchy middle school girls with their PTA moms who were closest to the blast zone and must’ve been knocked out or some shit, coz they weren’t there and Wendy knew that, looked at him right in the eye, so very clearly sorry and guilty and he was too fucking late, too fucking slow and- and Wendy, Wanda, his Wendy-bird with her heart of gold went back for them, went back into the fire while he was stuck on the ground in full view of people who couldn’t know about the twins secret and a screaming toddler pressed against his chest - why would she do that why would she leave him whywhywhy- she didn’t come back out.)

His heart was still broken and no one knew. His mom lived in wilful oblivion, Lidia forever Peter’s baby sister (even if she is off to college in the fall) who he couldn’t dump all his shit on even if he wanted to Telling his fellow X-Men would be even more awkward than the conversation he keeps avoiding with Erik, and Erik doesn’t even know he has a son let alone he had a daughter (even if Peter did ever go up to The Terrorist Known as Magneto and said ‘by the way, you’re my dad, surprise, it’s a boy!’, he doesn’t know if he’d tell him about Wendy. He’s already lost one daughter - and shit if Peter ever wants to think about how he’s lost two sisters - he doesn’t need to know he lost another).

Wendy was half of Peter and when she - when she left, Peter felt it so deeply and it hurt, man, it hurt more than anything and it didn’t really ever stop, he still aches, he still misses her like he would never miss anything or anyone else.

So when Peter is dragged... somewhere nauseatingly All-American, is compelled to knock on a door by something purple that remains annoyingly just out of his reach, just out of his notice, and the door opens to reveal a woman around his age who is so familiar but also so not, he stays. He puts aside the purple that sort of reminded him of Wendy’s magic, coz this woman who calls herself Wanda and him Pietro, has eyes full of familiar pain, and Peter knows she is his sister, even if she isn’t really, even if they come from what he was figuring out to be entirely different universes (his mind moved too fast for any sort of mind voodoo to be anything more than a suggestion, and a suggestion easily shrugged off at that).

Peter would figure everything out - why he’s here, who brought him here (sure as hell wasn’t Wanda, she seems as confused as he is), why his sort-of-sister is married to the equivalent of a talking toaster, why his sort-of nephews (that he really hopes are real by the way, Tommy and Billy are awesome) were born, like, two days ago and already look about ten. He would figure it all out, but for once he is happy to take it slow (slow for him at least which, thinking ‘bout it, is probably not that slow for other people). To get to know his new sister, figure out how to help her coz that’s what twins do and Peter will never not be a twin, even if this twin isn’t technically or biologically or whatever, his actual twin.

All Peter knew for sure is that his sister needs his help and really? That’s all that matters.

Silver Turns Red - Pietro Maximoff

Pietro x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count:1,004

Summary: Being the only woman Pietro acts shy around.

Authors Note: Just a cute Pietro Imagine I haven't done one yet.

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“Hey Everyone!” Y/n received hello’s in return or acknowledging noises, but Pietro stuttered. Which caught the attention of many but not Y/n. “You ready to go, Wanda?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Wanda nodded getting up to join Y/n, but not before sparing a glance towards her brother.

“Where you girls going?” Nat asked from her spot on the couch.

“You can join us, Nat. It’ll be fun.” Y/n smiled at the older spy bouncing on her feet hoping she would indeed join her and Wanda.

“Yes, please join.” Wanda added grabbing her jacket.

“Why not.” Natasha shrugged getting up to join the two girls. A girl's day sounded nice.

Later that day Wanda noticed other small things about Pietro whenever Y/n was around. Movie night being no exception.

“Finally we can start the movie.” Tony gave a pointed glare to the Silver haired boy as he entered the room. They were all waiting for him so they could start the movie.

“Sorry.” Pietro apologized as he looked for a place to sit. Of course, the only spot left was next to the girl he’s been crushing on.

“Don’t apologize just sit.” Tony waved his hand around trying to just get things moving and have the runner sit his ass down.

“C-Can I?” Pietro pointed to the spot available next to Y/n on the loveseat.

“Of course Pietro.” Y/n smiled back shyly.Y/n lifted the blanket she had over her lap so Pietro could have some of it covering him as well.

Y/n ended up falling asleep during the group's third movie. An she fell asleep on Pietro’s shoulders. Pietro enjoyed it and Wanda saw it in his eyes. They needed to talk.

It was the next day Pietro was in his room when there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”

He heard the door open and turned to see who it was. “Hello, sister.”

“Pietro” Wanda greeted as she entered his room moving to sit on the bed.

“What's on your mind?” he asked knowing by her body language she came to talk about something.

“What's going on with you?” Wanda asked tilting her head and studying her brother.

“Wha do you mean?” Pietro furrowed his brow but wouldn’t keep eye contact with her.

Wanda sighed at his actions. No beating around the bush any longer. “What's going on with you and Y/n?”

Now that he knew exactly what she was talking about Pietro tensed a bit and stuttered. “N-Nothing.”

Wanda smiled. “You never stutter but you do around Y/n, or if she's even just brought up in conversation. You also blush and have a lack of words around her. Not to mention you have the hardest time flirting with her. That's not normal for you.”

Pietro nodded rubbing a hand down his face. “I know. Trust me.”

“You like her. Like, really like her.” Wanda couldn’t help but feel excited for him. Y/n and Pietro would be cute together. It would make them even more like sisters.

“Yeah. But I can not seem to talk to her.” he just admitted she is right and his problem with moving their relationship out of the friend zone.

“That's new for you.” she smirked, she couldn’t help it.

“No kidding.” Pietro answered, his answer made Wanda feel bad for him. He couldn’t even joke about the situation.

“I’ll help you. If you would like?” Wanda smiled at him, and it was nice to see his eyes light up at her offer Wanda thought.

“Yes Please!” he pleaded Pietro needed her help. Desperately.

“We start tomorrow.” Wanda nodded, she was gonna help him.

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“Ok, so what are we doing today?” Pietro asked as they met up in the kitchen of the tower for breakfast. It had been a few weeks and so far nothing had worked.

“Well, considering my last five ideas you blew. I’m taking one from Nat and Clint.” Wanda told him fixing him with a look.

“Sorry.” Pietro said looking down embarrassed. She was trying to help him and he just kept screwing it up.

“It's ok, Pietro. We’ll get this. Now just go over there and ask her to watch a movie later in your room.” Wanda stated shoving him in the shoulder.

“But-”

“No. No buts. It’ll be in your room so you don’t have any distractions.” Wanda explained to him further. Then Y/n happened to walk in the room Wanda had to praise the girl for perfect timing.”Now here she comes so go!”

Pietro had no choice since she this time shoved him in Y/n’s direction. As he approached Y/n he took a deep breath. “Hey, Princessa”

“Hey, Pietro. What's up?” Y/n greeted the speedster in front of her with a huge smile.

“I wa-was wondering -ummm. Are you - are you f-free later?” Pietro stuttered out hoping he got enough out that she’d understand.

“Ummm, yeah.” Y/n nodded after thinking for a second if she had any plans. “Yeah, I think so. Why?”

“I was- I was thinking. Umm, that maybe we could umm..” he knew he sounded like a nervous wreck but luckily for him Y/n was a patient person.

“Pietro, its ok. Take your time.” Y/n smiled at him nodding that it was okay.

“Do you maybe want t-to watch a movie later?” he asked fidgeting

“Sure. Where and when?” Y/n asked

Pietro’s eyes widened in shock. “Uh, tonight- in my room.”

“It's a date.” She agreed before heading further into the kitchen to get some food.

Wanda headed over to him once noticing Y/n leave. “So? How’d it go?”

“She said yes.” he told her, still in shock.

Wanda broke out into a smile. “Thats wonderful, Pietro.”

“She called it a date.” Pietro smiled shyly back to his sister.

“I’m telling you, brother.” Wanda smirked at him as she placed her hand on his arm and gave him a comforting squeeze. “She likes you back.”

Tag: @gruffle1

Opposite Sides - Pietro Maximoff

Peitro x Fem!reader (flirting?)

Warnings: none

Word count: 240

Summary: Fighting Pietro when he worked with Ultron.

Authors Note: This was fun

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“You’re pretty princessa” Pietro smiled michevoulsy as he flashed in front of Y/n. But Pietro only knows her by her code Avenger name.

“Thanks.” Y/n smiled at the speedster before longing at him and knocking him on his ass. It was a nice compliment. “Too bad you're on the wrong side.”

“Am I or you?” Pietro questioned tilting his head looking up at her from the floor before he super speeded up onto his feet.

“We’re on opposite sides. I’m with the good guys. Your on the bad guys side.” Y/n explained blocking hit’s as the two fought.

“That depends on how you look at it.” Pietro shrugged his shoulders.

“What have the Avengers done that’s bad?” She asked as she put him into a headlock.

“You should know. You're one of them.” He flung her off and Y/n hit the wall, disorienting her for a moment.

The two just stood there, staring at each other. You could tell him hatred for the Avengers was fueled by something emotional. It saddened her. All they ever did was try to do their best but sometimes people got hurt. No matter how hard they tried.

“Well, if you change your minds you and your sister. There’s always a place for you both. With a family of misfits.” Y/n left the offer open before teleporting out to where the others were. Hoping the two would change their minds.

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Ghost of Us — Chapter 2

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This is the sequel to my book Ghost of You. Go check it out before reading this one.

Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: language, talk of spirits, some angst

Word Count: 3.7K

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Someone please help.

I was reading this fic about Pietro Maximoff and it was basically him and the reader broke up and y/n goes to their room at night and it's all angsty and at one point, one of them says "i don't know why I have to miss you instead of just having you" and it was just gorgeous ✨✨

So if you know this one, please help

Title:Running Back to You

Pietro maximoff x fem!reader

Got this amazing idea from @faithiegirl01

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You had been by their side for as long as you could remember. The tiny apartment in Sokovia, with its peeling wallpaper and cramped spaces, was more of a home to you than the one you were born into. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff were your family in every sense of the word. Together, the three of you had faced the hardships of a war-torn world, clinging to each other when everything else seemed to fall apart.

Wanda was your sister, not by blood, but by heart. The two of you were inseparable, spending hours giggling over shared secrets and dreams for a better future. You marveled at her growing abilities, feeling a deep bond that went beyond sisterhood. But then there was Pietro—your protector, your constant. With him, there was something different. He was always sweet to you, always looking out for you in ways that made your heart flutter, but you had never really considered what that meant. He was just Pietro, your best friend.

Or so you thought.

Everyone else seemed to see what you couldn’t. Wanda rolled her eyes whenever Pietro would dash ahead to pull you out of the way of some nonexistent danger or when he would bring you flowers he picked at superspeed. She could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his smile softened whenever you were around. It was all so obvious to everyone but the two of you.

The day everything changed was when HYDRA came into your lives. They promised power and a way to fix everything wrong with the world. You, Wanda, and Pietro accepted their offer, driven by desperation and a desire to make things better. The experiments were brutal, and the pain was unimaginable, but you endured it together. Your powers manifested—abilities that allowed you to manipulate energy in ways that were both destructive and beautiful.

But with that power came a price. HYDRA saw you as assets, tools to be used, and you were separated from your friends. They sold you to the highest bidder, and that bidder was none other than Tony Stark. It wasn’t until later that you realized Stark had bought you to save you, to keep you out of HYDRA’s clutches. You fought against him at first, but he and Steve Rogers showed you that your powers could be used for good. They trained you, molded you into something stronger, something better.

But nothing could erase the pain of being torn away from Wanda and Pietro. You missed them every day, wondering if they were still together, if they were safe, if they even thought of you.

Years passed, and you became a valuable member of the Avengers, though your heart was never fully in it. The memories of your time with Wanda and Pietro haunted you, and even in moments of victory, you felt the sting of their absence.

Then, everything changed when the Avengers faced a new threat. You were tasked with infiltrating a HYDRA facility—one that had recently fallen into the hands of new operators who were continuing the terrible work done there. It was a straightforward mission until you saw him.

Pietro.

He was faster than ever, moving through the facility like a blur. Your heart stopped. He was alive. But he was also your enemy now—or so you were supposed to believe. The thought of fighting him was unbearable, yet there was no choice. When you saw him dart towards Clint, your instincts took over, and you intercepted him, using your powers to bring him down.

Pietro hit the ground with a grunt, looking up at you in confusion. His eyes widened as recognition dawned on him. “Y/N?” he whispered, disbelief and hope intertwined in his voice.

“Pietro,” you breathed, your voice trembling. Tears welled in your eyes as you fell to your knees beside him, forgetting the battle raging around you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you—I thought you were dead. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Pietro’s expression softened, and he reached out to brush a tear from your cheek. “I never stopped thinking about you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I looked for you everywhere, but they told me you were gone. I should have known you’d find a way back.”

You pulled him into a tight embrace, both of you shaking with the intensity of the moment. It felt like a lifetime since you had been in each other’s arms, and now, with him holding you, everything else seemed to fade away. “We’ll find Wanda,” he promised, his voice strong and sure. “We’ll be together again. I won’t let them take you from me this time.”

When you finally pulled apart, the battle had slowed, and the Avengers were staring at you in confusion. Tony approached cautiously, raising an eyebrow at the two of you. “So, are you going to introduce us to your, uh, old friend?”

You let out a soft laugh, wiping your eyes as you stood. “Tony, this is Pietro Maximoff. He’s... he’s the reason I survived HYDRA. Wanda too. You tried to save them along with me all those years ago, but... we got separated.”

Tony’s eyes widened in realization, the pieces finally clicking into place. “Well, damn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Guess we’ve got some catching up to do.”

You looked back at Pietro, your heart swelling with a mixture of joy and sadness. There was still so much to say, so much to do, but for the first time in years, you felt like you were home.

Wanda found you soon after, her face lighting up with pure joy when she saw you. The reunion was emotional, filled with laughter, tears, and promises never to be separated again. Wanda gave you a knowing smile, and you couldn’t help but blush. She always knew, even before you did.

As the dust settled and the Avengers regrouped, you realized that the long journey was finally over. You were back where you belonged—by Pietro’s side. And as he squeezed your hand, you knew that no matter what came next, you would face it together.

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**Epilogue**

A few days after the battle, you and Pietro stood together on the balcony of the Avengers Tower, watching the sun set over New York City. The air was warm, and the city buzzed with life below, but here, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet of the moment.

Pietro turned to you, his eyes soft as they met yours. “You know,” he began, his voice low and full of something you couldn’t quite place, “I’ve been running my whole life. But when I’m with you... I finally feel like I can slow down.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. Suddenly, all those moments from your childhood, all the times he had been there for you, flashed through your mind. The way he had always been just a little too protective, a little too sweet. And then, finally, you understood.

You loved him. You had always loved him.

Pietro smiled, as if he could see the realization dawning on your face. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you. “I’ve loved you for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I was just too scared to say it.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they were tears of happiness this time. “Me too,” you confessed, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “I was so scared of losing you that I didn’t even realize what was right in front of me.”

Pietro leaned down, and your heart raced as his lips met yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It was like coming home, like everything you had been searching for had finally found you. When you pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Wanda’s voice rang out from behind you, her tone full of amusement. “Took you two long enough.”

You both turned to find her leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. Pietro rolled his eyes, but you just laughed, feeling lighter than you had in years.

“Yeah,” Pietro said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. “But at least we got there in the end.”

And as the three of you stood there together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them as you always had—together, as a family.

But what is grief if not love persevering?

Drukkari is the newest addition to the "he's fast, she's weird" club but, like, with switch roles

Andrew Garfield absolutely deserves a second chance of being Spider-Man.

So can we give Aaron Taylor Johnson a second chance to be Quicksilver again too maybe?