Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver Imagines

Pietro, Not Peter (Part Two)

You're not sure when you regain consciousness, but when you do, you find yourself lying down. When you sit up, eyes flashing around the room in a panic, your gaze falls upon four plain walls, a window letting in the soft light of morning, blankets wrapped around you and the bed you appear to be lying on. To any stranger, this would all look perfectly normal- just another morning. The only problem is that you have no idea how you got here, or wherever here is.

You stretch, then turn and swing your legs out of the tangled heap of blankets, stumbling slightly as you get out of bed. You could have sworn you were still in Wanda's room, right? With Peter/Pietro and whoever that strange robot man was. You had just crossed over the threshold into Wanda's home, hand in hand with Pietro.

No, Peter. That was one of the strangest parts of last night- you knew your boyfriend was Peter, he had to be. But there was something about the look in his eye when he insisted his name was Pietro, and the forced calm in Wanda's eyes saying that you had best play along that almost convinced you he was telling the truth. For those last few moments, you had sworn that maybe you were wrong after all, that this was just an ordinary town with your not-so-ordinary boyfriend, Pietro. Then, you had woken up here.

You groan to yourself as you pace back and forth on the dark wood floor. Why do you have to keep being yanked around like a puppet? One minute you just appear in Westview, then you're in the center of town, then back to Wanda's house, then you wake up in some strange room. You glance out the window, but you don't see the lines of hedges or white-painted fences that you'd seen last night outside Wanda's residence.

You stand there for a moment, then you get the urge to head to the closet, which you find after a moment of searching. Your hand flies to the knob, pulls open the door. You bite your tongue in annoyance. Clearly you're meant to be getting on with the day, now that you've been deemed useful enough to have your own home.

Oddly enough, when you open the closet door there's only one outfit hanging there. Denim miniskirt, plain white top. Simple enough. You head back to the dresser you'd noticed, but when you open the drawers, the same outfit is there again. Well, apparently Wanda's involved in your wardrobe, too.

When you make it outside, you realize you actually do know where you are. Wanda's house is just down the block, and you walked down these same sidewalks with Peter just last night. You shut the door behind you. You don't have a key, so you just have to hope that no one breaks in- but Wanda would decide that in the end, wouldn't she?

You head down the sidewalk, going nowhere in particular but looking for Peter. He's the only constant you have right now, even if he isn't quite the mutant you thought he was. As you start walking, your brow furrows as you take in something strange. Last night, you had assumed it was somewhere in between summer and fall, too warm to be winter but just a little chill starting to tinge the air. Now, you see the remnants of Halloween decorations that still haven't been put away, and the evidence of a few ambitious souls daring to put out Christmas lights.

You glance around with a growing sense of confusion. How long had you been lying there? And why would Wanda feel the need to wake you up now? It was Wanda who was doing this, right? You were certain that she had some hand in this, some hand in bringing you here, but why would she go to the trouble of establishing all this control over everyone just to mess with time and reality as if she wanted someone to realize something was wrong?

You're distracted from your thoughts as you see a flash of blue and silver around you, a whooshing sound echoing down the street. Barely half a second later, Peter comes to a stop in front of you, looking relieved. "Y/N, thank God. I've been looking for you everywhere." You nod, suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude to see him again. "It's good to see you, too. I have no idea what happened- one minute I'm in Wanda's house, then I'm some other place, and things look so different here than they did last night." You glance back up at him, realizing there's a change in him, too.