Always, chap 2.

- Suh, Peter here back at it again with a new chapter, yipeeee!!! I wrote all night and day for this, enjoy dudeth!

The seventeen year old Maximoff twins stood besides each other in the basement, seeing all the stolen goods Peter has taken with the advantage of his speed. Sure the brother got an good ol scolding from his sister, almost getting cussed out or cursed in Romani, whatever Wanda was saying was concerning for sure.

"Pietro Django Maximoff. Did you seriously buy a bunch of brown hair dye just to get rid of that silver highlight?", Wanda scoffed, shaking her head as she hit the back of Peter's arm following him around the room whilst the organized his stolen items. "I'm serious, phral."(Brother in Romani)

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Peter stared in shock at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his vibrant blonde locks now transformed into brilliant silver strands cascading down his back, a wave of panic surged through him. The realization of his mutation manifesting in such a visible and startling manner left him reeling, a torrent of emotions bubbling to the surface. Bounding out of the bathroom in a whirlwind of worry and distress, Peter sought out his sister Wanda, his footsteps a blur of motion around his room as he ranted about the changes sweeping over him. His mind raced faster than his feet could carry him, his typically carefree demeanor replaced by a sense of uncertainty and fear at the unexpected transformation he was undergoing.

"Wanda...my hair is turning silver like metal, wh- what's going on?" The growing stress sounded so clear in his voice, pulling at the ends of his curls that turned silver the moment he turned eighteen. It was so sudden, so unexpected…

"Can you believe this, Wanda?" he exclaimed again in disbelief, his voice frantic and laced with an edge of desperation. "My hair, it's... it's different now!" The words spilled from his lips in a rushed tumble, his hands gesturing wildly as though trying to fend off the reality of his altered appearance. Speeding back and forth across the room, his quicksilver movements a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil, Peter grappled with the deepening reality of his mutant abilities asserting themselves in ways he had never anticipated. The loss of his familiar curls and the sudden silver hue of his hair served as stark reminders of the unpredictable nature of their powers, a reminder that change was a constant in their extraordinary lives. In the midst of his anxiety and unease, Peter turned to Wanda for , his eyes wide with apprehension and vulnerability. As the room spun around him in a blur of movement, he sought solace in the reassuring presence of his sister, hoping to find comfort and understanding in her unwavering companionship amidst the turmoil of his transformation. His sister leant up on her tiptoes, pulling him in for an hug as he buried his head into her shoulder. His shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Wanda made sure to stay for the night to sleepover in his room, spending time with gaming arcade games and watching horror movies together with Twinkies and popcorn. It helped him calm down for the rest of the day.

As the days grew shorter and the time for separation loomed ever closer, Peter Maximoff found himself faced with the harsh reality of saying goodbye to his dearest sister, Wanda. Standing by her side as she packed her suitcase in preparation for her journey to Xavier's School, Peter grappled with a mix of emotions swirling within him Watching Wanda carefully fold her belongings into the suitcase, Peter felt a pang of longing tug at his heart. The thought of being apart from his twin, his constant companion and confidante, weighed heavily on him. Despite the ache of impending separation, he knew deep down that this was a necessary step for Wanda's growth and self-discovery.

As they moved through the familiar motions of packing and preparing for the journey ahead, Peter's mind raced with memories of their shared adventures, secret conversations, and unbreakable bond forged by years of camaraderie and mutual understanding. While part of him yearned to keep Wanda close, he understood that she needed this time to explore her powers, to broaden her horizons, and to discover a sense of belonging in a world that often felt alien and isolating. With a bittersweet smile, Peter offered his and encouragement to Wanda, his voice filled with unwavering pride. "You've got this, sis," he whispered, his gaze filled with pride and reassurance. "I'll always be here, no matter the distance between us. This is your chance to shine, to embrace your gifts, and to find your place among others who actually understand."

As the moment of parting drew near, Peter enveloped Wanda in a tight embrace, holding her close as though trying to capture the essence of their bond in a single embrace. The sense of farewell hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the inevitable changes that awaited them both. With a final glance and a silent affirmation of their unbreakable connection, Peter watched as Wanda embarked on her journey, her path illuminated by the promise of new beginnings and limitless potential.

Years later…

Peter felt a wave of worry wash over him, not because of himself, but because of his father. He sat on the edge of the bed as he twisted and turned his hands with it while the television spoke in the corner, crumbling that old worn down paper card Xavier had given him years ago.

“Lehnsherr was identified yesterday in this small town, in Central Poland. Leaders from all communities are urging their citizens to remain calm as police and armed forces are mobilizing to find Lehnsherr before he can strike again. If anyone has information about Lehnsherr, or as he is also known as Magneto. your local authorities immediately. And proceed with caution, as he is considered extremely dangerous.”

Peter couldn't do anything but sigh at the news reporter on the TV in front of him. He glared down at his hands, holding that card tightly. The same card that Xavier gave to him when he needed his help, that was almost ten years ago and he was still living in his mother's basement currently, while Wanda has decided to move to that school he didn't want to go to yet. He felt useless. His twin sister seemed to take all the spot light recently, since she'd gotten into college major. She's smart, and he couldn't be any prouder then that. At least she's doing something with her life. He started to block the words of the television out, glancing up from the card to see a picture of Magneto on the screen, his father from that day in D.C. That day changes everything, he knew the truth about himself. He now knew that Magneto was his and Wanda's father. Peter's life could never be the same again. That wanted man on the TV was his actual biological father.

…Flashback to six months earlier…

Wanda stomped down the stairs to his basement room, away from Lorna and her mother as she leant against the wall for a moment. Glancing towards Peter, before sitting down on the couch grabbing an random magazine to read, peering over at her brother, “Is that the same card the three men gave to you when they came to our house? “ she glanced back at her book, “the telepath, the one with the claws and the tall guy with glasses” she finished. Peter began to grow annoyed, clenching his jaw. “Yes.”, he said shoving the card into the back pocket of his jeans. “ And they have names, you know-” he replied before Wanda casually cut him off. Peter went to sit down close to his twin sister on the chair across from her.

“Are you planning to go, visit him? “ she asked with her eyes grazing an flickering dark shade of red. “Don't try to find him, Peter. I mean it”, she begged, pleaded with an trembling tone to her voice. Their father was already dead to Wanda anyways. “-He had his chance to be a part of our lives and he threw it all away, left our mama and for what? Revenge. That's all he cares about.” Peter shook his head in denial, “But he didn't know back then, listen to me…”, he tried to defend their father's reputation but deep down an arguing feeling made him agree with Wanda. “He's our father, Wanda. Our father, our papa, our dad. Who knows of his reason for all this, maybe he's not as they all think he is. Maybe not for you, but he is father for me.” He wanted to find him but where would he start to look?

…End of flashback…

The silence lasted as he was thinking back to his memory, till he heard the sound of his mother's yell from upstairs, “Peter!” Footsteps followed downstairs to his room. Peter knew that it was her. There's no way she'd be happy with him watching this Magneto talk all over the news, as he sped over to the remote, quickly changing the channel. He speeded over to the stolen Pac-Man arcade game that was in his room, he has to it though, that game was close to one of the last things that he'd stolen. These days he tried not to steal things. Peter started to play the game, focusing on the arcade game. “What's up?”, he yelled back, distracting himself onto the game.

Mayra stood a few feet behind him, “I'm just checking on you angelura…”, she answered softly, walking towards the table where the remote was with an glass of drink in her hand, stopping at the coffee table made of glass. “I'm good, playing Pac-Man.”, Peter simply told her in an blunt lie. Technically it wasn't exactly lying if he was playing the arcade game for the last fifty seconds. Mayra took her eyes off of her silver haired son to avert her eyes to the television playing an random MTV song. She leant over the table to pick up the remote as she switched the channel back that was on last. The news. “Are you sure you weren't watching this?”, she asked out loud, bringing Peter's attention back to the tv screen as he had to look over his shoulder to the right.

“The world was celebrating ten years of peace between mutants and mankind.”, the voice of the reporter spoke. With an defeated sigh, the speedster turned back to his arcade game, knowing there was no going out of this topic.

“you're going after him, aren't you?” His mother knew the obvious answer to that question. Peter has been looking for him for years, he somehow seemed to be getting further and further each time. “You wanted me to get out of the house more, right?”, he answered his mother. He already knew the answer to that as an small silence fell upon them both. “I can't stop you. Nobody can”, Mayra broke the silence as she continued, “Trust me. This won't end well. Nothing does with him.”, her words were plain and straight to the point, he could catch onto the pain in her voice. As the game ended Peter turned around to face his mother, “I'm not afraid of him.” He tried to defend hus point, yet he was unsure himself. She gave him a little nod, “You should be.” She said finally, dropping the remote back onto the coffee table, walking back up the stairs. Leaving Peter to think over her words.

He glanced down again at the card in his hand. It read ‘Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters’ with the phone number and the adress. Peter helped them once save the future, maybe they can return the favor by helping him find his father. Getting off the chair in an blur he got changed into putting on his silver leather jacket with matching silver pants and shoes, wearing his rush t-shirt along with the goggles around his head. From his endless stash that seemed to last for years in his collection shelf, he grabbed an Twinkie. Placing the headphones on his ears he took a bite From the Twinkie in his hand, before speeding out of the house away to the destination.

The world was still, far from his speed. The breeze in the air even fell completely frozen. He took a step forward, holding the half eaten Twinkie in his hand, and in the other he unfolded the crinkled card in his hand. It was the exact written adress he came upon, this was the place. The bricks of the building looked old and worn down, but genormous. Pressing play in his walkman whilst taking another step forward, the beat of the classic song started to play- “Sweet dreams are made if these”. His attention turned towards the yellow car with four students in the car down the road, coming towards the building before glancing back up at the giant school building. “Hmm”, with squinted eyes to take an closer look, he noticed something was off. Noticing the clouds of grey smoke slowly expanding up into the atmosphere. That's not normal at all, it's not supposed to usually smoke like that. He instantly let go of the Twinkie to let it stay floating in the air, reading the adress again to double check the addresses location. Without hesitation he sped into the building as the card flew over his shoulder behind him.

His feet were lightning fast, running through the whole mansion as his eyes catched onto the sight of fire growing from the slow but expanding explosion. Glancing back at the people behind him as the flames cane close to his face, an bright light of orange casting upon his figure. With his powers, he's never actually tried to save anyone before other then the one time at Pentagon of course. But then again, this will end badly for everyone if he didn't save them now. He glanced back to the explosion growing closer, pushing away the pieces of broken metal debris from his path. Stretching out to fold his hands together out, getting started. He knew this explosion wouldn't stop, but was slow enough to give him time.

Peter speeded over to Hank, holding the back of his neck and sped out onto the front lawn before placing hun on the green grass. Then he sped back inside to do the same to the blonde woman with curly hair, and the other woman with brown shoulder length hair, posing besides her by the hand to bring her to the yard of the school.

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The floor crumbled into fiery ash as he stepped on the broken wooden floor words, back and forth, over and over again he ran in and out of every room thoroughly…making sure to grab everyone out of the exploding mansion. His eyes locked into a girl that had a bowl of goldfish, slowly about to fall from her grasp. Watching the fish slowly hit the ground, he picked up the glass vaseto scoop the fish up along with the water in mid air. Gentlt he set the vase of goldfish into her hands, placing the young student outside with the others in an flash.

Peter ran through the hallways recklessly, checking everywhere, every nick and corner. Checking bathrooms and every other room in the building. He glanced underneath bathroom stalls and behind doors, appearing behind this teenager that was combing hus blonde hair through the mirror reflection. Licking his hands together he ran them through the kids blonde hair, spiking it up to make it look like an punk hairstyle.

Clearing the classrooms empty of living be ran through the giant school, the world around him in slow motion reminded him of the whole Pentagon mission. His time was running out, soon he could see the flames if the explosion catching up to him. Peter had to act fast, running back and forth was taking milliseconds too long. He ran back to the large window, starting to carefully toss students out the window to land on the hamic barrier he made to catch people made out if curtains.

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He saved everyone.

He stopped to an halt on the grass near Hank, turning to the front of the slowly exploding house putting the goggles up into his head away from his eyesight. The building finally exploded as the students went flying from the windows and landed safely on the curtains or into water. Glancing at the students around him as they gave him an surprised and curious look.

“wow!”, Peter breathed out in amazement, pulling off his headphones. His mind was still racing even if the world has gone back to normal. “where…where did you…?”, Hank wheezed out in confusion and shock, noticing Peter's familiar silver hair.

“I was looking for the professor. I thought he lived here.”, Peter plainly explained, understanding his question. Hank stiffened, “They took him away.”, he replied in an dull voice, washed over by guilt and loss. Peter didn't have anything to say to that, falling silent, sighing out whilst shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He couldn't back out from this. He had to find Professor first before hid father.

“Pietro?” Wanda's voice broke through the silence this time from behind them, she managed herself by making an force shield during the explosion. Peter was deeply worried about that. “Pietro!” She cried out, running over the debris of bricks and rocks, barely making it before stumbling into her twin brothers arms. Peter's eyes widened, clenching onto her for dear life, thanking the gods for making her strong enough to handle herself. He wouldn't be able to live with loosing an sibling, and that reminded him of Scott's brother he didn't get to save…

Peter's heart raced as Wanda ran into his arms, seeking solace and comfort amidst the chaos of the aftermath of the explosion. Without hesitation, he enveloped her in a tight embrace, his arm wrapping protectively around her trembling form. The tumultuous events of the day seemed to fade into the background as they stood together, united in their shared bond as twins and mutants.

Feeling the steady rise and fall of Wanda's breath against his chest, he held her close as if his life depended on it, holding the back of her had with his hand, offering silent and a connection forged through a lifetime of shared experiences and unspoken understanding. In the midst of uncertainty and danger, their reunion served as a beacon of stability and reassurance, a reminder that they were never truly alone in the tumult of their extraordinary lives.

As the dust settled and the world around them slowly returned to normalcy, Peter's grip on Wanda remained firm and unwavering. They stood shoulder to shoulder, a united front against the trials and tribulations that awaited them, a testament to the unbreakable bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space. In that moment of closeness and shared fear of loosing each other, Peter and Wanda found a sense of peace amidst the chaos, a reminder that, no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have each other to lean on. Their twin connection, a force of nature in its own right, became a source of solace and courage, guiding them through the uncertainty of the present and towards a future where their powers and unity would shape their destinies in profound ways.

Peter pressed a gentle kiss on Wanda's forehead, his voice soft and reassuring as he whispered back, "Yes. We're in this together, sis. We'll make it through, just like always." His words carried a soothing warmth, a promise of resilience and solidarity in the face of challenges yet to come.

Their bond as twins, as mutants, as family in the intricate dance of destiny, strengthened by the trials they had faced and conquered together, provided a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty. With Wanda's whisper echoing in the space between them, Peter vowed silently to be her pillar of , her rock in turbulent waters, as they navigated the mysteries and perils of their intertwined lives. In the soft glow of their shared presence, Peter swore an oath in his heart to never leave his sister's side.

End of chapter 2.

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