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jadoue1999 · 3 months

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So... *rubs my grubby little hands together*

Who's been Vecna's spy in Hawkins all along?

No, it's not Will. We know what happens to him when Vecna is actively using him and it's too hard to ignore.

We also know from seeing Billy being flayed that Vecna is very clever to not go too far off the beaten track when it comes to how his hosts will act. Billy's hair got a bit neater, his clothes got a bit tidier, but otherwise he was just the same dude.

It's safe to assume that any change in the OG party members would have been spotted almost immediately by El. So Lucas and Dustin are, in my mind, out of the running. Lucas went looking for Will by himself in s1 after he fought with the others and was obviously invested in getting his friend back. Dustin, by his own observation, would have set off all the magnets and compasses that he carries around. Erica is out too, because of her willingness to get hands on is s3 & s4 to foil plans. Max isn't an option either because aside from the obvious reason of Vecna trying to kill her, she was too close to Billy. This is another way we can discount most of the main party; she would notice just as soon as El would.

I also personally believe the main grown ups of Hopper, Joyce, and Murray to be out of the running here too. Joyce very much fucked with Vecna's plans in s1 by refusing to believe any of the lies she was fed about Will and Hopper has had no real character changes through the seasons to warrant suspicion. Murray is just that little bit far enough outside of the main Hawkins orbit for Vecna to think of him as an option, and doesn't have enough allies in the town early on for him to be considered useful enough. Nancy and Jonathon I'm also discounting because of Jon's proximity to Will, and Nancy's willingness to shoot at anything larger than a golden retriever.

So now. Let's get down to brass tacks. Who is the spy?

Mike is an obvious option for a couple of reasons. When Will was still possessed, Mike was the one that broke him out of it and it was Will's encouragement that helped Mike talk El through her fight with Vecna. Is seeing and hearing each other so loudly through the fog more of a psychic bond than a spiritual one? As much as I am a Byler truther at heart, something tells me that Blue Meets Yellow In The West might be a Mike Vs Will showdown, and not a joining of forces. Mike has also had some significant changes happen. El noticed straight away when he started signing things 'From Mike' instead of 'Love Mike'. He stopped calling Will when they moved to California. He didn't rush to El's side when the other girl's were bullying her, he just looked around, bemused. Not only is this wildly removed from the person we got to know in s1 and s2, but it's so different to someone that his best friend describes as 'The Heart' of them all. Will felt something off about Mike too, when he got to California. Was that sense of Vecna being around just his presence in the Upside Down, or his psychic link to Mike?

Second up, we have Robin. Robin appeared with very little backstory and even Rebel Robin leaves a lot of guesswork and blank spaces. She just happens to speak Russian? As well as how many other languages? Interesting. Did Vecna think that his spy should be able to communicate with the people who were aware of his monsters? Robin also sustained very little damage in the Russian tunnels. She was held captive just like Steve but came out basically untouched. Was this the enemy recognising an ally? Or was it Vecna protecting his asset?

And Robin, of course, leads us to Steve. Oh Steve, beautiful Steve. Let's talk about Steve. Let's talk about Steve, who we know nothing about, who's family we have never met, who went through the biggest arc of all by inserting himself right in with the main group and earning their trust. Let's talk about the jock who can't win a fight until he's up against a literal soldier because maybe he knows how this solider was trained. Let's talk about all-of-a-sudden-has-blonde-highlights-wears-cherry-lipgloss-forgot-how-to-get-a-girlfriend-but-knows-how-to-connect-with-smaller-kids Steve. Let's talk about Steve who throws parties in his big house and invites everyone so he can see them all at the same time and make sure everyone knows who he is.

And isn't it just wild that our boy Steve got tortured so bad by those Russians but it was all superficial damage? No broken bones, no broken nose, hell, he doesn't even have a scar. What a coincidence that they mixed up the truth serum too, huh?

Do his parents really not come home of their own accord? Or do they just get this feeling that maybe they should extend their trip? Steve saw Billy up close and didn't even try to hold on to his King crown. Vecna saw Billy up close and felt bolder, so he let himself slip more into Steve's aesthetic. He added the hair, the lipgloss, lost the swagger, because he'd found Billy and he thought he was so close to winning. He got lazy.

Steve watches everyone closely. Steve knows everyone will tell him their secrets. Steve knows how to rip a demobat apart despite never seeing one before and knowing nothing about their weakspots, or that their blood isn't poisonous if it gets into his mouth.

Steve has been Vecna's spy all along. And in s5, Steve will sacrifice himself for his friends. Eddie was never Kas. It's always been Steve.

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jadoue1999 · 3 months

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I know we’ve all seen this picture:

And yes it sucks, especially the fact that his gave is vandalized, but it might also be a reference to Carrie White:

And maybe they could tease Eddie’s return the same way they teased that Carrie might not be entirely dead

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things theory #eddie munson thoughts #Eddie Munson theory #carrie white #stranger things season 5 #dustin henderson

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jadoue1999 · 9 months

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What is and what could never be

Summary: Peter explores this new world, and find that it surpasses everything he ever dreamed about.

Previous parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,

Chapter 3: New life

What awaited him once he reached the kitchen truly was a sight to behold. His sisters were both sitting in their usual spots, eagerly waiting for the food to arrive while his mom was quietly humming to herself as she poured the final batter into the pan. Peter quietly sat at the table, observing the piles of food that were already there. There were sausages, eggs, toast, and a growing pile of pancakes.

He hadn’t had a celebration this big since Wanda had died, so it wasn’t really his fault that his mouth moved quicker than he could stop it. “What’s the occasion?”

Lorna let out a giggle as his mom frowned at him. “What do you mean? It’s your birthday, of course.”

Magda put down the final plate of pancakes on the table and wiped her hands on a clean towel. “Now we just have to wait for your father. He should have been here fifteen minutes ago.”

His father? That might get confusing, his mom had had a few boyfriends over the years, some great and some... not so great. But he’d never really considered them as his father. A thought crossed Peter’s mind, one that would be ridiculous in any other place. But here, where his twin was alive, where they still used their birth names, where his younger sister still visited and his mom was happy, it might just be real.

“I’m home!” Came a voice as the door opened. Peter watched in astonishment as Erik kissed his mother on the cheek and handed her a grocery bag. “Sorry for the delay, I couldn’t begin to tell you how much traffic there was.”

“That’s fine,” she assured him as she stored the bag in the fridge. “Now, has everyone washed their hands?”

“I didn’t,” Peter quickly answered. “I’ll go.”

He sped to the bathroom and stared at his reflection again. Nothing made sense, Erik hadn’t stayed, hell, he wasn’t even aware that he had a son. Peter observed his arms and his face more closely. Sure enough, the scars from Jean’s attack were gone. But what did it mean? Was this a parallel universe? One where his father had never left and where Wanda hadn’t been plunged into an endless void of depression and panic until her powers had consumed her? How did he get there in the first place?

The speedster gripped the sink tightly as confusion settled in him. It’s not that he didn’t want it, but it was too much. He'd been living with his grief for nearly ten years now and he didn’t know what to do without it.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. “Pie? Are you okay?”

It took a moment to register how Wanda knew something was wrong, but Peter smiled when he understood. Their connection was back. That sweet, comforting link he shared with his twin had mended itself. He could feel her worry, and she had probably sensed his anxiety.

He opened the door to see Wanda observing him, trying to see exactly what was wrong with him. Her long brown hair had a bit of static in it, a classic with her mess of hair. Her brown eyes, just a shade lighter than his, were scanning his face just like he was doing. This Wanda looked like his sister, she acted like her too, but he had to make sure. He couldn’t take another heartbreak.

“Do you remember...” he started, trying to find a suitable memory. Peter smiled when he found one. “When we decided that we would catch the stars to give them to mom?”

Wanda gave him a soft smile, a fond look in her eyes. “And then we realized that it was too far for us to reach and decided to catch fireflies instead? Of course, I do.”

The fact that this memory was still intact in whatever this place was made Peter’s chest flutter in joy. His sudden happiness seemed to reassure his twin, who extended a hand and led him back to the table.

Erik watched as they sat down. “Is everything alright?”

A squeeze of his sister’s hand let him know that she would answer the question. “Of course. Just twin stuff.”

The answer was vague at best, but Erik gave them a nod and Magda gave the go ahead to start eating. He cleared his plate twice and was on his way to get a third one before anyone had finished their first. For the sake of everyone else, Peter ate that plate slowly.

Erik took a sip of his coffee before smiling at them. “We’re so glad you were all able to come for the weekend, it’s not every day your twins turn 30.”

So, that meant that he had moved out, he probably had a job and a whole life he couldn’t remember at the moment.

“How are the kids?” Asked his mom.

Peter practically choked on his eggs because his mom had just asked him about his children. Him specifically. Did he have kids here? He hoped not. There was no way he could be a dad.

Probably picking up on his confusion, Erik raised an eyebrow at him. “I hope the school isn’t giving you too much trouble, I know they were reluctant to hire a mutant at first.”

Okay, so he was still a teacher. Albeit not at Charles’s school. That was fine, he could work with that. “Oh, you know, the usual. But can we not focus on that? It is the weekend after all.”

His dad chuckled at his demand. “Of course, I wouldn’t want to talk about my job in my off time as well.”

The discussion continued; Lorna told them about a boy she had met in one of her classes. This Marcos was apparently always there when she found herself in trouble. Peter shared a side glance with Wanda to confirm his thoughts, she nodded back with a grin. Then the conversation shifted to what his parents had been up to in the last few months since they had last seen each other.

Erik apparently still worked at a metal factory and his mom had, by some miracle, been able to switch her shifts with another nurse so she could stay the whole weekend without being called in. As she recalled the many patients she had assisted and told them the funny bits, Peter couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in his chest. Magda Maximoff was many things, but carefree wasn’t one of them. Not after the death of one of her children. Back home, his mom worked countless hours as a waitress, preferring to bury herself in work than face her grief. But here, she laughed freely, accompanied by Erik who sometimes completed her stories. His father’s eyes were wrinkled in joy, not grief, and there was a glint in his eyes that he’d never seen before.

This... universe, whatever this place was, had been much kinder to his family.

As soon as the meal was finished, they dismissed both him and Wanda downstairs so they could get everything ready for the night festivities. He played some arcade games, winning at first, but started losing the moment his sister became bored.

“Looks like you’re losing your touch,” she teased.

He turned around with a playful grin on his face. “Of course not, we both know the probabilities of it being me are tiny.”

Wanda pulled her tongue at him and motioned him to sit next to her. She then pointed to a picture on his desk. “I can’t believe you still have that photo; we both look horrible in it.”

While that was technically true, he didn’t really care, it was one of his favorite pictures of them. They were no more than ten years old; their clothes were a mess, and their faces weren’t much better. Their eyes and smiles were immensely wide due to the sugar rush from the Halloween candies they had just eaten. He could see his mom in the reflection of the hallway’s mirror, and funnily enough, Erik was at her side. That meant that his father had been in their life for a long time, forever perhaps?

“Wands?” She hummed in response. “I’m about to ask a really weird question, and I just need you to answer without judgment. Can you do that?”

His twin seemed unsure but nonetheless nodded. “Of course.”

Peter breathed in, trying to figure out how to form his question without sounding crazy. “Has Erik always been with us?”

She frowned with a half-smile on her lips, uncertain if he was joking. “What do you mean?”

“He’s always lived with us? Didn’t go on like a revenge spree or whatever?”

Wanda let out a worried giggle. “Yes, he’s always been here, he’s our father, where else would he be?”

Peter snorted at the irony. “You’d be surprised.”

So, Erik hadn’t hunted down Nazis, he’d stayed here to raise them. That meant that he didn’t have to spring in on the man and break the news. He tallied up his wins: his dad had always been there, his mom was happy, Wanda was alive, and Lorna still loved her family.

Yeah, he could definitely get used to that.

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jadoue1999 · 10 months

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What is and what could never be

Summary: Peter meet up with someone that can help him, and makes some impulsive decisions.

Previous parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,

Chapter 2: The wish

Peter walked down the stairs into the sketchy lair that seemed to be pulled out of a horror movie. A bald man with deep circles around his eyes followed his descent with a smile on his lips.

“Caliban was wondering when the son of Magneto would come visit.”

He frowned as he approached the counter. “You know who I am?”

The man giggled to himself. “Caliban knows everyone. Now, how may I help you?”

“I need to get rid of this... pain. No matter what I do, it follows me, I can’t sleep. I’m just so tired.”

“This pain you speak of, it is physical? Caliban knows good mutant doctors.”

Peter shook his head. “Grief, I lost two of my close friends without being able to do anything about it. And I lost my sister years ago, but it’s too much now.” The speedster grabbed at his sleeve. “It’s a constant aching, it’s just... burning through me. I used to be able to bear it but it’s just overwhelming.”

Caliban listened to him intensely, his mind racing to find someone suitable. “So, you need peaceful sleep, yes? A way to forget your worries?”

Peter nodded. “Yes.”

“Caliban knows a guy, but he does not help everyone, and he can be dangerous. Are you sure he is worth your time?”

Something about the man’s eyes made Peter pause. There was no guarantee that whoever the mutant promised would actually help him. He took a deep breath, actually considering his actions. Whatever he was about to do, he might grow to regret it. If Charles had been there, he would have told him that there was another way, that he could find comfort in the company of his friends. He would have then told him to go for a run to clear his head and that he could help him sleep if he needed it.

A year ago, Charles would have been there for him.

But he wasn't now.

Peter turned back to the man, silent frustration running through his veins. “I don’t care, I just need a break. From everything”

Caliban seemed surprised by his determination, or perhaps intrigued? Nevertheless, the man walked away into the back room before emerging a few minutes later with a paper in hand. “I have here the mutant you need, but it will not be free.”

Of course, it wouldn’t be. Had he not been a speedster, it might have caused a problem. “What do you want?”

The bald man looked around before rubbing his arms. “Caliban has been needing a new coat for quite some time now. I suppose if you...”

Peter didn’t wait for the end of his answer and ran into one of the luxurious shops of New York, snatching an expensive-looking coat that roughly seemed to be the man’s size, and ran back in the sewers. Caliban was still not finished as he plopped the coat down in front of him.

The bald mutant stared at the garment in surprise before sending him a grin. He handed him the paper but kept a firm grip on it. He pulled it closer, making Peter lean forward. “I like you, little bird, don’t get yourself in a mess you can’t get out of.”

The mutant let the card go and Peter examined the paper carefully as he absently promised the mutant to be careful. The hope of finally being able to sleep without nightmares carried him as he ran towards his destination. He wanted to be free of the pain, he wanted the world to go back as it was before they did that dreaded space mission. Or even better, make it so his sister would still be at his side. That would make a great dream.

Peter finally arrived at what looked like an abandoned building. He checked his card once more to make sure that he was in the right place before stepping forward.

“Kalmit?” He called as he entered the building.

The speedster only had time to take a few steps before an imposing man blocked his way. His eyes were as dark as ink and his skin was covered in navy tattoos. “Whoever you are, get out.”

The mutant would have definitely made anyone want to leave, but right now, he was desperate. “Please, I just want one night of sleep without nightmares. That’s all I ask for.”

The man flared his nostrils and squared up his shoulders in annoyance. “My services aren’t for everyone, boy.” He took a harsh step forward, probably trying to scare him off, but Peter wasn’t scared. He barely flinched, even as the man tried to intimidate him. He’d seen bigger and more imposing people in his life. Kalmit observed him curiously at his lack of reaction before grinning. “But I suppose I’ve been low on clientele. You want a good night’s rest, uh?”

No words could describe the relief he felt at the moment. “That’s all I want.”

“It won’t be free,” grunted the man.

That was, quite literally, the least of his problems. “Whatever you ask for, I can get it for you. I’m fast. I can get into anything.”

Kalmit let out a chuckle. “Eager, are we? Fine, we’ll talk payment, but first, tell me what you wish for.”

Seeing as the conversation turned more casual, Peter made an attempt to step forward, only to be blocked by the mutant’s arm.

“Here is fine,” he growled.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, especially considering that he wanted to stay so close to the cold air of February, the speedster cleared his throat. “I lost my twin, I lost my friends, I never had a father, all that was fine separately but I can’t take it lately. It’s keeping me awake, on edge. I’m just so tired. But no amount of sleep is ever enough.”

The man nodded at his request. “One long sleep, that’s easy enough.”

The tattooed mutant extended a hand, intending to seal the deal. Peter took it hesitantly as he met the man’s eyes. “What about the payment?”

Kalmit flashed him a grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll find something suitable.”

The man’s hold suddenly tightened, and his eyes started glowing blue. Panic flared in Peter’s chest as he realized how strong the grip was and how it was almost crushing his hand. And how his legs were getting weaker and how his eyelids started closing on his own and– and–

And–

‘Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?

I travel the world and the seven seas’

Peter woke up with a gasp, his heart still beating hard in his chest. He turned to his alarm, showing the time to be barely a few minutes after 10 am. He stopped the radio and laid back into his covers and stared at his ceiling. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he was in his bed, at his mother’s house. But how did he get there in the first place?

He had been in New York, far away from his mother. He had visited Caliban and then… What had happened? Could he be dreaming? He pinched his arm and winced, but nothing else happened. Not dreaming then. His eyes then locked onto the calendar close to his door, the date of today was circled in red. Peter groaned as he covered his head with his cover. Out of any day of the year, why did he have to relive his birthday? The basement door opened, and the speedster made no move to let the newcomer know that he was awake.

His blanket was suddenly ripped off him and a very familiar face came into view. “Wake up, sleepyhead!” The young woman paused in confusion at his lack of reaction. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Peter stared at his twin with his mouth gaping wide, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. She looked older, the same age as him actually. Her hair was longer, still in that frizzy style she loved so much.

He eventually found his voice again. “Wendy?”

The brunette scoffed at him. “Wendy? Did you forget my name all of a sudden, Pietro?”

The speedster was too stunned to answer his birth name because this was his twin. Alive and well, and still just as cocky as she had been.

Wanda used her powers to open his blinds before turning back to him. “Now come upstairs, mom’s making pancakes and you know how Lorna is if she waits for too long.”

That was another surprise, his little sister had left for college as soon as she could, far from him and his mom that was still deep in grief. She hadn’t known her older sister enough to be permanently affected by her death.

Wanda cleared her throat, pulling him out of his thoughts. He smiled at her as best as he could. “I’ll... I’ll be right there.”

Peter stared at his sister as she walked up the stairs and closed his door. He’d never been so confused and so overjoyed in his life. How was that possible? He was fairly certain that he wasn’t in a dream, it didn’t feel like it. The speedster got out of his bed and changed quickly before staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looked the same as before. His silver hair was messy, but a comb quickly took care of that. All his albums and knickknacks he had gathered over the years, even those his mother had sent away were in his room. Whatever this place was, it was different, but for once, it was a good different.

“Hurry up, Pie!” Interrupted Wanda’s voice once more.

With one last glance in the mirror, Peter sped upstairs, eager to discover what this place would offer him. A smile adorned his lips, and for the first time in months, it didn’t feel forced.

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jadoue1999 · 10 months

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What is and what could never be

Summary: After the events of Dark Phoenix, Peter wakes up to a world that he doesn’t recognize anymore. After reaching his limit and some impulsive thinking, Peter wakes up in a new world. One where everything he’d ever wanted is his reality. While this world is perfect for him, he soon realizes that it’s not the case for everybody.

Next parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,

Chapter 1: The birthday

Pain.

All Peter could remember was horrible, crushing pain. He then floated endlessly through a void until he woke up in the mansion’s medical aisle. Hank was sitting at his desk, his back turned to him.

“H- Hank,” he croaked out, feeling as if he’d swallowed sandpaper.

The scientist dropped what he was doing at turned to him in shock. “You’re awake.”

After a series of countless tests, his questions were finally answered. Jean had died, but not before injuring him to a point that there was very little hope of him ever waking up. Raven was dead too, killed just moments after he’d blacked out. Hank told him he’d been in a coma for nearly two months now, that’d he’d been hanging on by a thread the whole time.

“The probability of you waking up were small, and of those scenarios, even fewer had you come out intact. It’s a one in a million probability.”

The scientist didn’t understand it, but Peter could. His twin sister had always looked over him, even in death. Or at least, that’s what he liked to believe. One in a million were easy for her.

The world he came back to wasn’t the one he left. Hank was the dean now; Charles has taken off to Paris with Erik to grieve properly. The X-men were no more, since half of their team was gone. There were also a lot fewer students, Jean’s attack had apparently scared the world and mutants were once again the enemy. Parents were less likely to send their children to a place that might get attacked.

Peter started teaching again when Hank had deemed him well enough. His fingers were a little rusty on the guitar strings, but his feet were still as eager to run. The questions didn’t bother him, at first. Children were curious by nature, and they seemed to want to know every detail about what had happened to him. But then, they started asking about Jean, if he thought of her as a villain for killing Raven and hurting him. He did his best to give vague answers, how someone being so overwhelmed by their mutation that they accidentally hurt people didn’t make them the enemy. Some older student disagreed with him, blaming his naiveness on spending too much time with Charles.

That was another thing, the telepath was gone. And he didn’t mind at first, but the mood of the mansion was so depressing, and his half-hearted jokes didn’t really do much for anyone and honestly, he didn’t feel like joking around.

Fewer students meant that they weren’t always teaching, so Peter spent those quiet moments training to get his body used to superspeed again or wandering through the many hallways of the mansion. The absence of two of his close friends definitely weighted on him. His nights were filled with nightmares and flashbacks, awakened by Jean’s attack. The way she died was so similar to his own sister’s death, that he often saw her in his nightmares instead of the fiery redhead. Or it would be Jean, dying in his arms as her powers ripped her apart. She would be begging him to get away and he would refuse, until she eventually blasted him away to then burn up into nothingness. Then another night, he would be back in Cairo, failing to tell his father who he was and getting caught by En Sabah Nur again. But this time, Raven wouldn’t be there to save him, so the blade would find its target and he would bleed out in the sand, and Erik’s uncaring eyes would be the last thing he’d see before waking up.

The nightmares were getting more and more frequent, coinciding with that time of the year. The most dreaded event of all.

February 11th.

Their- his birthday.

Only days from now, he’d have to pretend that starting a new decade of his life would be exciting. He’d asked the team to not celebrate his birthday in the past, but Ororo had been adamant that he would at least celebrate his 30th. There had been no room for negotiations, so he’d agreed. Frankly, he didn’t really believe that he’d still be there. But three years later and two close calls with death, there he was, trying not to notice how Kurt and Ororo were just the slightest bit of; how his name was mentioned in hushed conversations.

Sure enough, on the dreaded day, he had been awakened by the pair opening his door and singing happy birthday. A handful of confetti was thrown on him by an unenthusiastic Scott and Peter sympathized with the younger man. He was still deep in grief from losing Jean and celebrating wasn’t something he was in the mood for.

The rest of the day was... a blur. Many students wished him a happy birthday, most of them happy to focus on something else than everyone they had lost. Then it was time for the cake and while he was impressed by the dessert (who knew Kurt could bake so well?) , he couldn’t focus on anything else than the big numbers on the cake. The age Wendy would never reach, another year of growing apart from who he was. Another year where he would be painfully reminded of their broken connection. Back when they were starting their teenage years, he’d complained about feeling everything his twin felt, her and her constant spiral downward towards depression and self-wallowing. Once he finally got his head around to what was truly happening, he had tried to help her, but of course he’d been too late. And now? Well, he had to blow out his candles of an age he never thought he’d reach alone. Everyone was eagerly waiting so they could then cut and eat the cake.

Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath, blowing out his candles as he made his wish.

‘I wish I could have helped you, so we would still be together.’

He stared at the smoke from the extinguished candles and sighed at yet another moment he wouldn’t share with his sister. The increasing sound of cheers and clapping made him go back to normal time and grin widely, hoping it looked real. Ororo took over the pastry and cut everyone a slice, and he ate his piece quickly before excusing himself.

The woman put a hand on his shoulder with a concerned look in her eyes. “Are you alright?”

He smiled at her. “You know me, of course I am.” His explanation didn’t seem to satisfy his friend, so he continued. “I just need to go see my mom. It’s kinda important to see your parents on your birthday, ya know?”

That excuse worked better, and she let him go, telling him to be careful. He promised and started running. His calves still burned a little when he approached his top speed, so he stayed at a comfortable pace. Soon enough, his childhood home came into view, and he pressed the doorbell.

It didn’t take long for his mom to answer, her usual glass of whisky in hand. She stared at him for a moment, probably wondering if he was really there.

She gestured at him to enter. “I was wondering if you would come.”

Peter crossed the door, and his eyes were instantly drawn to the many photo albums on the floor. Amongst them were gifts and drawing Wendy had done over the years, little messages she had written, everything that was left of her was taken out of its usual stored place.

“Mom...” he started.

Magda took a sip of her glass as she walked to his side. “I can’t help it. It hurts but at least I feel something.”

The speedster glanced at the phone. “Lorna didn’t call?”

His mom shrugged. “You know her, she’s focused on other stuff. No time to spare on her family.”

They then stayed silent, the ticking of the clock and the clicking of the ice cubes in Magda’s drink being the only thing breaking it.

She eventually spoke up. “I got you your usual cupcake, it’s not as pretty as it was this morning, but it’s not like it’ll make any difference; she won’t eat it.”

Peter turned to his mom, shocked at her words. Magda’s eyes opened wide and quickly filled with tears as she realized what she had said. She ran to her room and slammed it shut, it didn’t take long for Peter to hear her sobs.

He approached her door, listening for a moment before speaking up. “I love you, mom.”

There was nothing to be done when she started crying, so Peter grabbed the cupcake and ran to his sister’s final resting place. The ground was frozen, but he knelt down, nonetheless. He put the dessert in front of him and stared at his sister’s name engraved in the stone.

“Happy birthday, Wends, can you believe we’re 30 now?” He chuckled sadly to himself. “So much happened in the last year, I wish you were with me, everything would have been easier. I didn’t tell Erik yet, and I know you didn’t want him to know about you, but I’m sure you would have told him yourself by now. It’s been years that I’ve been trying to tell him, and now that he’s taken off with Charles to Paris, the last thing he needs is a useless son.” He perked his head up to the sky. “Do you think it’s worth it anymore?”

The cold wind was his only answer, and the tears gathered in his eyes before flowing down his cheeks.

“I can’t do it, not without you. I thought I was better, but lately, I can’t sleep, I can’t live without suffering. I just- I just want a break.”

After his one-sided conversation, he stayed there, his head hung low as sadness and grief burned him from the inside. He’d need someone to take his pain away, even just briefly. Suddenly, he remembered someone Raven mentioned to him years ago, the one who had told her that Erik was back. The one who was able to find anyone. Maybe he’d be able to help.

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Wundagore Mountain

This was in my draft for a LONG time. A lot happened since I started writing, but here’s my interpretation of how they could have added Peter Maximoff in Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness without completely changing the story. Enjoy!

Summary: As she reaches Wundagore Mountain, Wanda finds out that someone is already waiting for her there.

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Wundagore Mountain was beautiful, it was tall, grandiose, and powerful; it had survived everything the world had thrown at it and came out triumphant. It was a temple made for her. Wanda could feel the way Wong was wary of the place, but she didn’t care; this place wasn’t made for the Sorcerer Supreme. She quietly observed the statues and the engravings in the stone, they were imbued with the very same magic she possessed. It sang in unison, welcoming the one they had been expecting for so long. She let the power of the place envelop her like a shawl, it felt delightful, like she truly belonged here. She walked away from the walls to approach the flat stone surface engraved with runes, picturing the way she would use it to take America Chavez’s powers. A smile bloomed on her face, she might have lost the girl and put Strange against her earlier, but things were starting to look up for her.

“I was starting to wonder if you would actually come,” suddenly said a voice from the darkness.

She whipped her head around in fury, catching Wong’s eyes who seemed completely clueless. The voice made her skin crawl because she knew who it was, and the fact that he had waited here of all places only made her blood boil hotter. Her eyes scanned her surroundings to try to find a glimpse of the impostor, but he was surprisingly well hidden.

“Show yourself,” she ordered, tainting her voice with magic to make sure he’d obey.

However, the only response she had was a light chuckle. “You trying to be tough, sis? There’s a reason why witchy had to use a necklace.”

“You’re not my brother,” she hissed as the ground shook around them from her frustration.

“Maybe not here,” echoed the voice from her left before suddenly coming from her right. “But you’re telling me you don’t feel our connection?”

That damned connection, the one she had blindly believed back in Westview. The one she could still feel at this very moment despite her best effort to ignore it.

“No, I don’t,” she lied. “Everything about you is a lie.”

“Says the one who created an entire world to live out her fantasy,” said the impostor, suddenly sounding a lot closer than he had just a second ago. “Could have done without that.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re nothing.”

He scoffed at her remark, before stepping out of the shadows. He didn’t look different from the night he had appeared on her doorstep; save for the now silver jacket he was wearing and the goggles over his eyes. She hated just how unbothered he looked, how unfazed he was by the sheer power surrounding them. But most of all, she despised the fact that her magic didn’t even register him as a threat. It sickened her to realize that it was even worse than that.

Because her magic considered him as family.

She seethed in anger at that thought and shot a spell toward the imposter. The impact resonated around them, shooting rocks everywhere and sending debris high in the air. Wanda walked over to the spot, silently hoping that she had hit her mark, but she disappointingly realized that she had only made a hole in the floor.

“You know, I had a sister too, but she died, like your Pietro.” She turned around to see him casually sitting on the stone altar, one leg folded up and being used as an armrest while the other was dangling down, he wasn’t even looking at her. She used his seemingly distracted state to try to grab him, but he was gone by the time her red wisps reached his spot.

She furiously searched for him and found him leaning against a pillar. “I have to say though, I was promised a chance to see her again, to make things right, but you’re not making it easy.”

“Who promised you that?” Wanda hissed.

“Do you really want an answer?” He spat out. “You tried to kill me twice in the last five minutes alone.”

“Tell me!” She screamed, making the temple tremble under her anger. To her annoyance, there wasn’t even a hint of fear in the man’s face. Even Stephen Strange had the decency to appear frightened, even for just a moment. Was the speedster truly fearless or was he simply stupid?

“Your neighbor, Agatha. She took me from my world, saying that I could save you and make things right. I realized it was a trick too late and she turned me in her puppet.”

She narrowed her eyes at that. “How?”

He scoffed at her as he fidgeted with the cord of his earphones. “You think I’m going to tell you that? I don’t want you messing with my head. Sister or not.”

“We are not family,” she hissed. “My real brother is dead; you’ll never be my Pietro.”

“Likewise,” he snorted, walking away from the pillar. “You’re not exactly living up to the standard my sister set. I mean, hunting down a kid? Not great.”

“You don’t know me! You don’t know my reasoning!” Wanda roared, sending a destructive spell toward the impostor, hoping that it would hit its mark this time. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the case, all she managed was to create a big crater in the floor. Even more frustrating was that he hadn’t even bothered to hide this time. He was standing next to the indentation in the floor, looking down before looking at her with an unimpressed look on his face.

“See ya around sis,” the man started walking away before turning back to her. “If you eventually come out of your little power trip, you know how to contact me.”

Then, the speedster was gone in a blur, sending the dust that had just settled down back in the air. Then the silence was back, leaving her to ponder on everything that had just happened.

“Nice family you got there,” sarcastically remarked Wong.

“He is not my family,” she snapped, her eyes still on the spot her ‘brother’ had been a moment ago. “He is an obstacle in my way and he’s easily disposable, just like you are. So I suggest you think before you speak.”

The sorcerer didn’t reply, he merely rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the temple, just like she did. Brother or not, that wasn’t what mattered. What did matter, was finding a way to take America Chavez’s powers and get her boys back.

She’d deal with her fake brother later.

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