Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver Imagines

Pietro, Not Peter (Part Three)

Your eyes flicker from Peter to your hands, folded in front of you, then back to Peter again. Now that he's finally here, waiting for you to remind him of who he is, you're not quite sure what to say. Where do you even begin? You look up at Peter, who's still standing there expectantly. "What do you want me to start with? Like, tell you everything everything?"

Peter purses his lips, thinking. "Well, maybe more of a rough summary. My family, how I got my powers, strengths and weaknesses, maybe that school you kept talking about? Xavier's School?" You nod slowly. "That makes sense." You clear your throat, finally finding the right words.

"Your name is Peter Maximoff. You have two sisters. One's much younger than you, one older than that. You got your powers the same way we all did- they just showed up. We're mutants, remember? They just happen." You break off into light laughter. "You used to steal stuff all the time just because you were too fast for anyone to see you. Still do, actually. It drives Scott- your friends- completely mad."

Peter nods. "And these friends of mine, they all have powers? All in one place?" You can see wheels turning inside his head, as if judging this turn of events by how useful it could possibly be. "Yeah, everyone lives at Xavier's School." Peter tilts his head to the side, then starts pacing back and forth. Three steps forward, turn around, three steps backward. The grass, still green and bright, bends under his shoes.

"Where is the school?" You shrug. "I don't know. I don't think it really matters that much, anyway- we'd have to be able to get out of here before we could start to find our way back." Peter stops his pacing to turn and stare at you. "You said I got my powers naturally? Is there any way they can be controlled, or used against me?"

You frown, slightly unsettled by his tone. "No, not that I know of. You shouldn't have to worry about that, though. I don't think Wanda would try anything, and you're not going to get hurt." Peter still stares at you, unblinking. "You can tell me if there was anything, you know. No one is watching." You start to straighten up, unconsciously moving away from him. "Peter, are you feeling alright? You're acting kind of strange."

Peter shakes his head, one strained movement that makes the cords in his neck tighten. "No. I'm fine. Keep going." He doesn't say it like a question, like an assurance. It sounds like an order. You open your mouth, but find you don't quite want to tell him anything else. You've always trusted him, what's holding you back now? Peter seems to sense this hesitation and he takes a step forward. "It's alright, Y/N. It's me. Pietro."

It's that one word that does it for you. That one name. This sudden urge comes over you to fix things, to make everything feel better. It's different from what Wanda did to you, not foreign at all. Just some hurt in your heart saying that you can save Peter. You can save the boy you love.

Your hand reaches up to the side of Peter's temple, and you concentrate for just a second. Heal. Come back to me. Then Peter gasps, and his eyes clear of all the anger and determination that was just there a few moments ago. "Y/N?" You look back at him, suddenly apprehensive. "Peter." Then he nods, hand reaching out to clasp around yours. "Yeah. I'm Peter. That's right."

You stare at him, smile starting to spread across your face in hope. "You don't think you're Pietro? You remember me?" Peter furrows his brow, as if he's thinking hard, then breaks into a quiet laugh. "Yeah. I can remember everything. Professor X, the rest of the mutants, everything." Then his laugh fades away, leaving behind a look of dread fleeting across his face. "Y/N, how the hell did we get here?"

You reach out and take both his hands, pulling him close. "I'm not sure. Maybe Wanda. But it doesn't matter now, does it? You remember everything. You're Peter again." Peter's smile drops for just a second when you say his name. "How'd you do that, Y/N? How'd you make me remember? I thought you could only heal yourself." You look down at your hands. "I don't know. I just felt like I wanted to, like I had to heal you, and then I did."