One thing that I think would be absolutely hilarious and amazing is if in the next episode of Loki, after they’ve taken down the TVA and freed all of the agents, we just get a short glimpse of an agent played by Evan Peters.
And this agent, upon learning he is a variant but without any memories of who he was, speeds away and decides to create a new life for himself, and he gives himself the name Ralph Bohner because he thinks it’s hilarious, and ends up living in Westview just in time for Wanda to show up.
Like, I’m still in denial and this is one way to keep my theories going that Ralph Bohner is Peter Maximoff, so I am running with it.
I just rewatched the episode and I noticed that Peter calls himself Uncle P and never refers to himself as Pietro. Not to put my tinhat on but… I am perceiving.
No but seriously I don’t think that some of y’all realize that the show is actively and purposely characterizing Quicksilver as Peter Maximoff from the X-Men. 90% of the theories as to why the character is actually Mephisto or some SWORD agent is rooted in either “Pietro wouldn’t say/do that!” or “that totally in character action/dialogue for Peter is highly suspicious to me only becuase I don’t realize that it’s totally in character for Peter”. Like I saw someone say that Pietro would never steal candy from kids and I just-
Or how it was so weird for him to mock “himself” for getting shot and dying but like-
Like i’m not saying that the Quicksilver were seeing is defintley Peter from the X-Men universe but some of y’all are lacking critical context.
From this point on I will not be accepting Peter/Pietro theories or slander of Evan’s Quicksilver from anyone who hasn’t seen the X-Men movies if for nothing other then my own sanity and mental health.
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Summary: Continuation from previous chapter. The next morning, it’s finally time to say goodbye to Peter for now to drive back to New York. But before you can fully leave, his sister Wanda wants to have a word.
Warnings: Just a taste of Wanda’s scary side really. We all know how strongly she feels about her family.
“Pietro!” Wanda’s voice called even louder from the top of the stairs.
“Heard ya the first time!” An equally loud grumble came from a shifting mass under the blankets on the nearby bed.
“Mom made you breakfast. So get up here before she has to leave for work!”
You could hear Wanda’s footsteps recede again before you saw Peter’s head pop out from those moving blankets.
“Damn, I can’t even sleep in on my first day back in my own bed?” He complained, sitting up a little with his silver hair tousled in about every direction as his blanket slid away.
You smiled a little at the messy sight of him. But you didn’t want to move from your spot on his basement couch either. You were curled and still only half awake yourself in the new sunlight coming down from the very small basement windows.
“It does smell like cinnamon rolls though doesn’t it?” He asked, looking to you as if it was just the most natural thing in the world that you’d both be waking up again in the same room together. “It means she’s trying to guilt me you know. She’s still mad about me taking off like that.” He added, then pulling his blanket back to swing his legs off the side of the bed.
Not being able to bend his leg in the cast made it a little awkward clearly as he stood up on both feet after another moment.
“But she does make a wicked cinnamon roll. And they’re way better fresh.” He said, and you could see him looking around a little.
“Your crutches are over there,” You answered the unspoken question, sticking your hand out your blanket to point back towards the TV.
He smirked. “See? What a team we are, right?”
“Uh, huh.” You mumbled through another smile.
“Peter!” His mother’s voice called this time however, loud enough that it could be heard even from the kitchen above.
“So I lose super speed for just a few days and suddenly everyone else are the impatient ones?” He questioned with an eye roll.
You had told the Professor you would leave in the morning though. So there wasn’t much point in you stalling either as you finally stood as well. “I’ll help you up the stairs,” You offered.
Peter smirked at that though, not at all arguing with the suggestion of course as he hobbled over and threw one arm warmly over your shoulder. “And good morning by the way.” He added.
He kissed your cheek too then, only making you easily forget how likely disheveled you looked as well as you slid your hand around his waist to help support him. “Good morning, Quicksilver.”
He made a sound, what you could most liken to a purr honestly in response to the name, “I’m really going to enjoy getting some use out of that codename you know. I bet I even still have a silver jacket leftover in the closet somewhere. I can make a whole outfit for this. Hell, I’m getting to work on that a.s.a.p. after you take off.”
But as you both started up the basement stairs, you cheating of course to help levitate the both of you to spare his leg, you heard his tone change again.
“But you will call me, right? I mean, when you get back to New York. Since I won’t be able to run up there for a while.”
Was he really already doubting himself again you wondered?
But you felt some odd swell of confidence in yourself. Maybe just because you were in the middle of using your powers while this conversation was taking place. You always felt a little braver with your energy field up. “If you’re willing to give me your number, and willing to answer when I call…then of course I will.”
You were to the top of the stairs easily in moments, the basement door still open as he abruptly called out. “Mom! I need a pen!”
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Peter hadn’t exaggerated about the cinnamon rolls. They were delicious. Of course, this was also your first real homemade food in a while. And comparing this to anything from that navy mess hall was hardly a competition.
Even breakfast hadn’t been without some tension however as you’d looked up surprised when a check was laid down on the table in front of you.
Your earlier confidence with only Peter seemed to have waned quickly as you then stared up into his mother’s very intent expression.
“Tell me what we owe you for that watch,” She spoke rather hurriedly, but still somewhat stern.
“Mom-” Peter tried to cut in instantly though, sounding surprised himself.
“I don’t have time for this, Peter,” She retorted just as quickly, cutting him off. “Wanda told me about it, and it isn’t right.”
But you didn’t remember Peter telling Wanda. You were clearly confused now, but you spoke anyway, “It’s fine, please, it was a gift.”
“No, he’s letting you think that it was your idea. That’s what he does. It’s a con. Now tell me, how much money did you get tricked into spending on him?” She asked just as strongly, pen in hand as she readied to write a total. “I have to leave for work in a few minutes.”
You still felt rather blindsided, and the embarrassment now coming off Peter was almost palpable. But in the end, this wasn’t your house. And the way things worked here weren’t yours to argue against either. At least not outright. There was also no one who could force you to cash this check after she wrote it anyway.
With that thought in mind, and Magda still watching you impatiently, you told her the rough cost. Honestly you hadn’t bothered to remember it exactly. It was a gift for Peter, from the money Xavier had gifted you. And it hadn’t been anything extravagant.
You knew the Professor hadn’t been upset about it, a little puzzled maybe as your continued fondness for Peter had been unexpected by everyone. But if the Professor was okay with the gift, why couldn’t Magda be?
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Peter’s mother had left soon after. You’d been on the phone with the motel again though by then, letting a relieved Xavier know you would now be on your way. While talking to the Professor on the phone, you’d seen Peter and Wanda talking before Wanda walked out of the kitchen as well.
You only heard him fuss at her, something about making sure to bring an umbrella on her walk before she was out of sight.
But his concern made more sense by the time you and he were both on his doorstep as well not long after. The sky had darkened greatly, even just in comparison to when you’d woken up not much earlier.
“So…” He said, smiling at you a little.
You were turning over the car keys a little nervously in one hand. “I’ll call you when I get to the motel.” You said simply, not knowing how much else would really be right to say right now. “I hope your leg heals soon,” You added.
“Dad seemed to think it would,” He answered easily.
Referencing Erik so naturally all the sudden didn’t really surprise you though. Peter hadn’t wanted to see Magneto leave you knew. Even if he was conflicted about him, there was still so much to unpack there. Maybe in time…
A rumble of thunder in the distance caught your attention, soon followed by the first little drops of rain beginning to darken the concrete driveway.
“You better go before you get soaked.” Peter spoke, but with a reluctance in his voice that you didn’t fail to notice.
“Thank you again for everything.” You answered, watching him for a lingering moment though, before you decided to take the initiative to move forward and hug him.
He accepted the contact readily of course, pressing his chin into your shoulder as his arms tightened around you.
“Be careful,” He said in your ear. “It’s a longer drive back up there than it was down.”
“I know.” You replied, but realizing you didn’t exactly want to let go.
And he didn’t either you thought. But there was no way around it. You had to go home. Yet you did turn your face just as you felt him moving his again. He kissed you then, but a little more desperately this time.
It felt good though. It still felt good like any other time in the last few days.
But then it was over as he pulled away. “I’ll see you,” He said as his arms began to let go again. He motioned to the rental car, “Don’t get drenched on my account. Go on.”
You felt like maybe he didn’t really know how to say goodbye otherwise. Maybe the rain did make a convenient excuse. But it was alright. You squeezed his hand just once before entirely letting go. “See you, Peter.” You said, as you hurried down the steps.
By the time you did get inside the car and start it, the rain was then just beginning to fall hard enough for you to fumble a moment trying to find the right lever to start the windshield wipers.
But even through the pattering water droplets now converging on the windshield, you could see Peter smiling in amusement from the doorway as you turned the headlights off and back on again by accident before the wipers finally sprung to life.
Every car was different of course, so you felt no real embarrassment even as you could tell he was barely holding back a laugh.
Yet as you put the car into reverse, watching the side mirrors to make sure you didn’t get a tire off into the edge of the Maximoff’s neat little lawn, you saw Peter wave in your peripheral vision.
You waved back reflexively, then fully in the street before you shifted back into drive. Even with the rain running down the windows, you didn’t think it was a trick of your imagination either as you saw his smile falter just as you did accelerate away.
The odd feeling came back to you as well, no longer able to see him just moments after as you continued down the street. You could only see his house getting smaller in your rearview mirror before it was gone entirely after the first turn.
If this really had been just some sort of temporary insanity, or one off emotions brought on by the stress of the last few days, it would be over now. He didn’t have to call you again. You didn’t have to call him. You both knew it.
But as you continued to drive back towards the interstate, you felt your attention only half heartedly on the road. Enough focus to be safe of course, but you weren’t thinking about New York yet.
You were still only thinking about Peter…Pietro. Or Quicksilver, he really did seem to enjoy all the names equally. As long as he was getting your attention, it didn’t seem like he cared either way.
Yes, as soon as you got to the motel you would call him. He didn’t have to worry that you were going to forget him. Why did he keep worrying about that? Why didn’t he believe you?
Because all everyone does is lie.
Your hands tightened on the steering wheel as that tell tale pain entered your mind with the foreign voice. So similar to past experiences that you knew the takeover immediately for what it was, yet it was still nothing like the Professor or Jean. Those two cared if they hurt you.
This one did not.
You fought back, but it didn’t matter. The force only grew stronger as your foot moved without your consent from the gas pedal to the brake, quickly slowing down the car.
By the time the car was stopped, you couldn’t even turn your head. But out of your peripheral vision you could see a red wisp of energy appear around the passenger door lock before it lifted with an audible sound.
Your heart pounded angrily, yet yourself helpless as the car door opened and your captor sat down, shaking her umbrella just a little before folding it back up to pull it inside and shut the door once more.
“Hello,” Wanda spoke evenly, impressive yet infuriating as she still had you locked down so easily. She looked over to you then, letting you also notice that slight red glow in her eyes as she spoke again. “I’m going to let you talk, but if you attack me, I’ll have no choice but to defend myself. Do you understand?”
You tried to relax, even in your anger. Obviously, she’d just broken one of Xavier’s cardinal rules. You did not abuse your powers with your peers. There was no consent here that you’d given. But you still agreed to her terms in your mind before you felt her finally release you again.
Immediately you glared over at her, but moved only your head as you saw her hands shift as if ready to counterattack should you do anything more.
“Don’t you think this is a bit ridiculous?” You grumbled at her abruptly. You’d been shy around her at the house, true. But this was a whole different game now, and you couldn’t hide your sudden defensiveness. “If you had something to say to me, why didn’t you do it at the house?”
“Because Peter would have gotten upset. And he’s already been through enough in the past few days,” She answered coldly.
Your eyebrows lowered a little at the mention of him, was he really her excuse? “Is that all this is really about? I mean, I got the idea you weren’t comfortable around me, but what are you afraid of?”
“I am not afraid of you, or anyone.” She retorted quickly, clearly some sort of nerve being struck.
God, Peter was right. She did remind you more of Magneto than was probably healthy. Which was just a natural thought to have in a situation like this. But you didn’t count on her still being able to read your mind so easily as she reacted immediately.
“That murderer is nothing like me!” Her voice rose threateningly in the small confines of the car.
You couldn’t help but wince too as her anger reverberated a little in your consciousness that she was evidently still connected to.
“Hey, watch it! You’re not near as careful as Jean…though your strength is honestly similar. Which, that’s pretty amazing if you didn’t know to have this at our age.” You weren’t trying to flatter her, it was just fact. Telepaths and psychics were not supposed to be near at this level until they were much older. But obviously no one had ever guided her into controlling it a little more, either that or she really just didn’t care if she damaged you in the process.
“I don’t care what you think. I just came to tell you to leave my brother alone.”
“Excuse me?” You stared at her, honestly not expecting that bluntness, even if you’d already assumed she didn’t care much for you being around him.
“I already told you, he’s been through enough. And I know him far better than you do. This won’t end well, so it’s better to stop now.”
There was silence for a few more moments, before you decided to be just as forthright as well. “Is this about Crystal? Because that’s stupid if so, because I-”
Yet she didn’t even let you finish. “You think you understand, but you don’t. You like my brother right now, I’m not arguing that. I see you think that it’s true. But this is how he always is.” She looked more exasperated the longer she spoke. “Like that watch you got him.”
You didn’t interrupt her then, trying to use more of your willpower to at least let her make her point before this got even worse. Though you still wanted to argue that there was nothing wrong with gifting him that watch, even if you now suspected Wanda had intentionally gotten their mother so worked up about it.
“He gets excited about new things. He’ll adore it and obsess over it, but ultimately he’ll lose it or break it.”
But you finally couldn’t help it after that clear parallel she was trying to make as you interjected. “Are we really still talking about a watch or are we talking about me?”
“It’s what’s going to happen. Just like with Crystal. Just like with everything. He needs to learn not to pour all his needs into every shiny new bauble that comes along.”
“You really don’t care how you talk to people do you?” You asked, honestly your bit of anger subsiding the more ridiculous you realized this all was. “Wanda, I don’t think I’m anything great. Sure, I know this could all be something that ends up not working out. I mean, that’s life. I’m stressed about it too! I don’t have much experience in any of this. But if everyone assumed the worst, how would anyone ever find the relationships that do end up lasting?” When was it ever more than a calculated risk or a gamble in the beginning?
She didn’t seem at all impressed at your counterpoint of course, but you kept on. “But what about him having new friends either? I don’t know how much you really saw when you were fully in my head, but I think he liked just getting to be around other young mutants too. Xavier is awesome about bringing out the best in us. What makes you think he couldn’t do that for your brother too?”
“The first time he met Xavier, Peter ended up almost getting shot at the Pentagon and breaking out a mutant who later killed how many people recently? And this time he ended up with a broken leg when he just as easily could have come home in a body bag.”
You didn’t miss how she refused to mention her own father’s name. But you had enough sense of self preservation to not delve further into that possible minefield even as you disagreed. “We’re mutants, Wanda. There’s always going to be trouble for us. But we are safer together. Yes, bad things have happened. But things would have been even worse if we didn’t act.”
“That man has you brainwashed, and you think he should do the same to my brother.”
Yes, you’d really only met Magneto in person a single time now, but the similarities were now undeniable.
“I am not like him!” She spat, making you realize quickly that she was yet again still listening to your thoughts.
“I’m sorry.” You said honestly. “But I still think it should be Peter’s choice, all of it. The school, potentially his involvement in this future team Xavier may start again, and whether or not he wants to see me anymore. You’re in my head, so you should know I wouldn’t hurt him.”
“Intention doesn’t matter. Crystal really liked him too you know. Until she realized it wasn’t going to work and there was no easy way to break up with him. You think you know what he went through with that, but you don’t.”
You took a breath. “You’re right, I’m sure I don’t really know. But wasn’t that years ago? Isn’t he allowed to grow, to learn? I don’t think he’s as fragile as you’re making him out to be.”
“I’m not going to sit here and argue with you all morning,” She responded, looking away again. “But you can’t say I didn’t give you a warning. I want him to be okay. That’s all I want.”
“Nobody can promise anyone that can they?” You questioned. “But I can say he deserves friends. Maybe I’m not good enough for him, I don’t know. But would you still hate me just for trying to be a friend to him?”
“You’re assuming too much, I don’t care about you enough to hate you. This isn’t personal. But it’s important to me.”
Wow, so what would she be doing if she actually hated you? As if a psychic carjacking wasn’t bad enough. “It’s going to be up to him, Wanda. I don’t know what else I can tell you. He’s his own person, even if he is your twin.”
“You were warned.” She answered back, cold as anything again before she suddenly opened the door again and opened her umbrella. She didn’t even look back at you either, maybe trying to reinforce that you were not even worth that before the door slammed shut and she was gone.
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You didn’t know how long you sat there afterwards. As the anger and surprise continued to fade, you did feel more shaken. By the time you finally drove away, you were upset. There was a disbelief, wondering if you really had deserved all that. Or if it was your fault because you hadn’t said or done the right things when you’d had the chance with her.
She was frightening, but was she fully wrong?
After everything you’d already been through in the past few days, maybe this was finally the emotional attack that made it all hit home. And here you were alone for hours to come. No Jean, or Jubilee, or any of them to cheer you up and ground you again.
The only thing you could really do as you drove these long stretches of interstate in the rain was to turn the radio back on. The dial was still on the last station Peter had set it to.
You took a breath, blinking your stinging eyes and reminding yourself that you were stronger than this. You couldn’t let Wanda’s fears get to you. You couldn’t let her change you as you kept turning the volume up over the sounds of the rain.
You could imagine Peter enjoying the song that came on next, himself likely laughing and joking with you if he’d still been here beside you.
It was going to be okay. Your friends were waiting for you in New York.
