After the hex falls and Peter gets his mind back, he goes and does his research on the world he's stuck on and he learns of the sokovia accords. he's instantly sick to the stomach because this is something his father has been working against in his own time in his universe, so knowing that he is in need to hide his abilities, Peter sticks with the name Agatha gave him in Westview, he becomes Ralph Bohner, but not the actor.
Peter, more so Ralph now finds a steady job in retail, he's a cashier at the Dollar General just barely making a living, but he's getting there. He's good and fast at his job, being promoted almost three months after getting the job. He's happy and has something to do, he doesn't still anymore, doesn't want to bring the consequences of those actions into his new life.
Though he seems to be doing fine on the outside. Inside, his mind is a mess, he's still fighting against the other two personalities that had been shoved into his head under Agatha's control and he dearly misses home. He misses his friends, misses Kurts bamfs, and the ability to give him surprise hugs. Hell, he even misses Scott and the kid's ever-annoying whining, but mostly, he misses his father. He misses the fact that he probably will never be able to tell him their relation to one another and it tugs at him every day, he's very depressed and doesn't let anyone in his new life know about it except for one, Wanda.
One day, after nearly a year of not seeing her, his twin not twin shows up at his place of work. She's shopping and no one recognizes her because of the hood pulled nearly all the way down, everyone but him. The moment he spots her Peter, not Ralph goes on break. He pulls the sad woman into the back room and hugs her with all his might. This woman, whose pain he had felt throughout his entire time in the hex knee how lonely she was because he had no one at his side. His twin had died when they were only fifteen, only a week before he had broken his father out of the Pentagon, and on top of that, he was in a time and a world that wasn't his own, that had no one else like him.
"hey, us twins gotta stick together." He would say softly as he would press a gentle kiss against the woman's forehead. The last time he had done so to his twin had been the day of her viewing. Wendy had been so motionless in her casket, he red hair laid out beneath her pale face as she laid motionless and I breathing. Her deep red dressing doing its job in hiding the bullet holes that littered the top part of her torso.
Wanda, the lonely woman. The widower and griever of her children's deaths would smile sadly and pull the silver-haired male into her arms. She would hug him tightly and let out a shaky breath as she hugged him close.
"but I don't know how to be a sister anymore." Would be spoken in a broken voice. And Peter would tense up because he vaguely remembered what it was like to be a brother now. He hadn't had his twin by his side since he was in his young teen years, and he hadn't seen his little sister since he had broken his father out of prison, but that didn't mean they couldn't learn.
"we'll learn together."
