Speed Shift: A Pietro Maximoff x Reader

A dream of life... A living nightmare

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You were dreaming, you were sure of it. And yet…

It all felt so real.

You were a child again, but you had no control over your actions. You couldn't change what was about to happen. For it had already happened.

You were reliving your past. A past you'd rather forget.

You had run away from the orphanage again. This time you had been successful in getting far enough so that no one could find you.

You were never going back if you could help it. Everyone treated you like a monster. You looked at your reflection in the puddle below you and frowned, your heart filled with sorrow.

Everyone treated you like a monster.

Maybe because you were one.

You pulled the hood of your thin jacket as low over your face as you could. You really had no choice but to leave, no one would adopt you, especially not with how the people who ran the orphanage tried to hide you from the visitors. If any visitor did ask about you, they were never allowed to approach, they were told that you might not even be a true child; they were told you were believed to be a fae.

A changeling to be exact.

No one had ever asked anymore after that.

You focused on your next course of action: finding out where you were.

You had hitched some rides on more than a few trains and left your country as soon as you could. You knew you had been to a couple of european countries on your way, but you didn't know which. And if it was said, you definitely didn't understand it.

You weren't sure why you kept sneaking aboard trains. Where were you even going? ...Away? Away was good enough for now.

You walked along the cobbled street brimming with people. It had just rained so the ground was wet, and with how worn your shoes were, it was a struggle not to slip.

How were you supposed to ask where you were without making it obvious that you were a lost orphan from another country? No, you couldn't risk being sent back there!

You suddenly tripped, not because of your shoes, but because you started to feel light headed. You… you needed to sit down.

When was the last time you ate? You felt weak.

Cough.

And you were pretty sure you had caught a cold.

You… Were you going to die? Alone. Crying.

Abandoned.

You made your way towards the nearest wall of a building and slid down it so you could sit against it. Tears streamed down your face and you had your eyes shut tight.

Why did… Why did no one love you?

You were apparently fished out of a river. The ladies at the orphanage thought your birth mother must have been trying to drown you when she realized "her real baby had been switched".

You were then taken in by the orphanage. All so that they could appear morally superior or something like that. They didn't want you. They wanted to keep you there. Locked up from the rest of the world. But not because they wanted you. They probably thought they were protecting the world from you.

The other children were told not to associate with you. "It's too dangerous", they were told. The ones that did approach you, only did so to point out your physical peculiarities in the "nicest" ways they could.