From her birth, Peter knew she was different.
And it wasn't just her full name (which she hated);
Pietra Edie Maximoff.
It wasn't her silver hair that she liked to wear as long as possible (it was to her waist at the moment).
Or even her mutant powers, though that certainly contributed.
It took her years to figure it out, but when she was seventeen she finally did.
It happened a few weeks after she broke into the Pentagon, which was literally the most fun she'd ever had, and made a friend.
(Friends were nice; she'd never had one of those other than Wanda.)
What happened was she had been running around the basement doing menial tasks as said friend did homework, and when she looked over to ask about how school was, everything inside of her stopped.
Unfortunately, her momentum didn't.
"How did you manage that?!"
Peter looked up with wide eyes from her spot lying flat on her back having just ran into the wall.
Naomi was beautiful.
It's not like she hadn't noticed the prettiness of her companion before, but not like now.
Now her heart beat so fast that it seemed to stop.
Now her cheeks burned under Naomi's gaze.
Now the only thing her brain could do was compel her to say "Um."
"You know what? I don't even want to know," Naomi said, rolling her eyes before pulling Peter up.
"Um."
.
"Ignore them; they're assholes," Naomi said as she and Peter watched TV, Isaac's friends having just flirted with the two girls "Unless you're into any of them."
"And then what do I do?" Peter asked.
"Then you hold still so I can slap you as hard as I can," Naomi informed her, looking over and smiling in a way that made Peter's heart stop "You can do way better than any of those jerks."
"Yeah…" Peter said softly, letting her eyes travel over Naomi quickly as the girl watched TV, not noticing the longing in Peter's eyes.
.
Being in love with Naomi might have been a little bit easier if she would stop complementing her.
"Peter, you act like you don't give a damn, but you're actually really gorgeous."
"Anyone who goes on a date with you is extremely lucky."
"You have really great boobs."
That last one caused Peter to trip and fall, giving Naomi a look.
"What? You do! They're nice to look at!"
The fact that Naomi thought it was nice to look at her boobs was shower material for a month.
.
"What a Jackass; telling you to wait and then telling you to go to hell!" Peter ranted, trying not to show her glee.
"First of all, he didn't tell me to go to hell," Naomi laughed as she lounged on Peter's bed "Second, I really don't care."
"Whatdaya mean?"
"I mean that I don't think I'm really all that into Alex anymore… I guess he's just not my type," Naomi shrugged turning back to her magazine.
"What's your type?" Peter asked, restraining herself from going and lying beside Naomi, knowing that her friend wouldn't mind, but also knowing that she wouldn't be able to handle the proximity.
"I don't really know," Naomi admitted "Definitely none of the boys at school."
"Maybe I could set you up with some of the guys from public."
The words slipped out of Peter as the want for Naomi to be happy battled with the simple want for Naomi.
.
Magda noticed something was off with her Pietra, but didn't know why until one day, as her daughter and Naomi played with Lorna in the living room, Magda chanced a look over and felt her heart shatter.
The look her daughter was giving Naomi…
That was the same one Erik used to give her.
.
Once Naomi had left, Magda brought it up.
At first Peter played dumb, but once it was obvious Magda knew, her face sort of crumbled.
"Okay, fine, yes."
"Baby, I don't mind."
"You don't?" Peter asked hesitantly, Magda laughing lightly.
"Honestly, this is tame in comparison to the normal crap you like to pull," Then she subdued slightly "Is Naomi…?"
"No," Peter said, looking down "She doesn't…" She just shook her head again "No."
"You can't change someone, you know that, right?" Magda asked.
"I know. That's why I set her up with Robert," That's when Peter gave in and began to cry "She told me that she really likes him."
Magda quickly pulled her daughter into a tight hug and let her cry into her shoulder until she couldn't anymore.
.
Magda opened the door as someone furiously banged on it, taking in her daughter with wide, fear filled eyes, carrying an unconscious Naomi.
"What happened?"
"There were these Trask guys and they were trying to take us, so of course I knocked them all out, but they had an undercover guy who gave me a shot in the neck that made me all loopy before going to shoot me with a weird gun," Peter babbled, her eyes filling with tears.
"And Naomi pushed you out of the way," Magda finished, kneeling down beside Naomi "She still has pulse, but it's weak. What did the gun look like?"
"It was blue and once it hit her, she shifted between invisibility and visibility with a weird blue color all over her body when I could see her," Peter said, before going extremely quiet and almost childlike "Is she going to be okay?"
"I don't know," Magda replied truthfully "Go get the first aid kit."
Peter passed the black bag to her mother, who looked through it quickly before finding what she needed; an adrenaline shot.
"You might want to cover your eyes," Magda warned once she was prepped, before stabbing it into Naomi's chest.
Peter never thought that hearing Naomi scream would bring her so much relief.
After she jumped around for a second, tore the needle out of her chest, and took a bunch of deep, gulping breaths, she spoke quietly.
"All my life I've wanted to do that to someone and I miss it by being the person it needs to be done on."
Peter tackled her with a hug, before pulling back suddenly.
"I'm sorry, are you hurt? It seems like you should be hurt," Before Naomi could respond, Peter continued rambling as Magda left the room to get Naomi some water "Thank you for pushing me out of the way. But you shouldn't do that, because you got hurt and I could probably burn off that stuff easy."
Naomi stood and was standing literally and inch away from her, but Peter kept speaking near incoherently.
"Do you need to lie down? I can't imagine the adrenaline is good for you. Maybe you need to go to the hospital so they can make sure you're okay and not-."
Naomi cut her off.
By kissing her.
Once Naomi pulled back, she waited for Peter to say something.
Unfortunately, it seemed that at that moment, Peter's brain shorted out.
"Um."
Naomi laughed and leaned in to kiss her again.
.
.
.
A/N
So, I have, like, three requests and I decide to write some random thing that I'm totally considering continuing; taking place afterwards, but in Naomi's POV.
The next one I'm going to do is the Deadpool one the Guest requested, then the one for Dame-Of-The-Living-Dead, and then the one for crosssbow, which, I kid you not, I actually was planning on doing before you requested it, so that one is going to be pretty freaking good.
If you have any ideas for a chapter, feel free to tell me!
Thanks for Reading/Reviewing!
