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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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