Run To You | Peter Maximoff
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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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