Naomi awoke on the third morning of being at the Maximoff's to Lorna staring at her.

"Ugh, Lorna, what time is it?" She asked, propping herself on her elbow, trying to ignore the ache in her head.

"Seven."

"What do ya want?" Naomi mumbled, dropping her head back down.

"Why do you and Pietro share a bed?"

Naomi froze.

"Hm?"

"Mama said that only married people share beds."

"Well," Naomi scrambled before coming up with a perfect response "Peter, your sister has a question."

Peter groaned slightly and cuddled into her back some more. Naomi rolled her eyes; Peter was impossible to wake up.

"Ow!" Peter said, rubbing his head in the spot where Naomi had pulled his hair "What was that for?!"

"Lorna want's to ask you something." Then Naomi stretched out and shut her eyes.

"What?"

"Why do you share a bed?"

"…Um…" Naomi giggled slightly, gaining a pinch on the side from Peter "Well, where else would she sleep?"

"She could sleep in the other room."

"Go upstairs." Peter's voice was sharp as he spoke far meaner to Lorna than Naomi had ever heard. Lorna looked at Peter with wide, hurt eyes before she ran upstairs.

It was a quiet before Naomi turned over to look at Peter.

"Wanda's room?"

"Yeah," Peter mumbled, burying his face in Naomi's neck.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Alright," Naomi mumbled, kissing the top of Peter's head.

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Naomi smiled at Peter as they ate cereal on his couch together. Well, Naomi ate while Peter played with her hair, having already finished his food.

"So, I've been thinking," She started, feeling a bit nervous about this conversation.

"Yeah?" He asked, kissing her shoulder and neck casually.

"Well, since tomorrow is Monday; that I should go home."

Peter froze and it was quiet for a moment, making Naomi uncomfortable; it was rarely quiet when she and Peter talked. He finally pulled away and looked at her with a forced coolness.

"If that's what you want."

"Don't do that," Naomi said.

"What?" Peter asked, furrowing his brow.

"That mask thing you do whenever you're pissed," Naomi explained, running her fingers through Peter's hair "Just tell me what's wrong."

"Nothin'."

"Peter, I can tell."

"I said nothing is wrong, Naomi, go home if you want," Peter said sharply, appearing across from her and leaning on the ping pong table.

A while ago that might of hurt her feelings and make her stomp out, but now?

"PETER MAXIMOFF," Peter jumped at her tone, his face making her soften slightly as she stood up "I can tell when you're lying."

Peter was quiet for a few moments.

"It's just… I don't want you to go home yet, is all." As he spoke he stared very hard at the spot where his hand was picking at the ping pong table.

"How long do you want me to stay?" Naomi asked.

"A while." He shrugged.

"I can't stay here forever," Naomi said, her voice softer now.

"I didn't mean that." Naomi frowned at his tone; he was hiding something else.

"What did you mean?"

Peter shuffled a bit, looking like he wanted to run far away from this conversation.

"Pietro," His eyes flickered up in surprise as Naomi took his hand and stood close to him "You can tell me."

"… I'm turning eighteen in three months and I thought that, maybe, once I got my own place that you and I could…"

It was quiet for a few moments as Naomi processed what he'd suggested.

"Pietro…" Naomi said softly "What you're talking about… I want that too. And we will have it one day, just, not yet."

"Well, maybe I want it now;" Peter grumbled "I want you to be with me."

"It's not like once I go home you'll never see me again," Naomi said, Peter gave her a look.

"Ami, your older brother absolutely hates me, the likelihood of your anti-mutant parents selling you out to Trask or someone like them has gotten very possible, and even if they don't, they're gonna hate me too. I'm sorry if I'm being a bit negative, but I think I have good reasons."

"I can handle Michael and my parents. And if worse comes to worst, I'll go one the run. I'll be fine," Naomi said.

"But what if you're not?!"

"Do You Really Not Trust Me That Much?!"

"I CAN'T LOSE YOU TOO!"

It was quiet for a few seconds before Naomi wrapped her arms tightly around Peter's neck.

"You're not going to lose me, Pietro, I promise."

"How are you sure?" Peter asked, pulling her closer.

"Have you met us?" Naomi asked, laughing slightly "We broke into the Pentagon and didn't get caught! We can do anything we want!"

Peter smiled at Naomi's cheer.

"Promise you'll come see me soon," Peter said.

"After school on Tuesday?" Naomi suggested.

"Monday?" Peter asked hopefully.

"Lord, you're needy," Naomi teased, drawing Peter down for a deep kiss.

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"Just, if you need anything, come tell us, even if you think it's stupid," Magda said "We're always here for you, no matter what."

"Thanks," Naomi smiled shakily at Magda.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? I could talk to your parents about all this, Magda offered.

"I think I should do this alone, but maybe later if they need some extra pushing," Naomi promised.

"Naomi," Lorna said, looking slightly watery as Naomi kneeled down to her level "You're gonna come back, right?"

"You are just like your brother," Naomi said "Yes, I'll be back on Tuesday, okay?"

Lorna nodded before practically tackling Naomi with a hug. After a moment Naomi stood up and was hugged tightly by Magda.

"Stay safe," Magda said once they pulled away.

"Yes ma'am," Naomi teased, gaining a sad smile from Magda.

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"You don't have to do this, you know, you could stay with us for a few more days," Peter offered as they walked to Naomi's house.

"I can't hide in your basement forever Peter," Naomi reminded, although she felt a little skittish as they neared her house.

"No, no, no; you could hide in my basement for six months, then at an apartment with me for a couple years-."

"Ha ha," Naomi said, punching him in the side lightly before they came to the street with her house on it "It's probably best if I go alone."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"You know, I seem to recall us standing in this exact spot a few months ago," Peter said.

"The first time I called you Quicksilver," Naomi nodded.

"And the last time you called me that outside of the bedroom," Peter chuckled as Naomi shoved at him "We never did come up with one for you."

"Well, I came up with yours so you have to come up with mine," Naomi said, smiling lightly.

"I have a perfect one," Peter said after a moment.

"What is it?"

"You made me wait for mine; I'm going to make you wait for yours."

"You're the absolute worst," Naomi teased, kissing Peter soundly before sending a worried look over at her house as she remembered what was happening.

"You'll be fine," Peter said, gaining a look from Naomi.

"I thought you didn't want me to do this," Naomi pointed out.

"Well, I was thinking about what you said and you're right; what the hell can't we do?" Peter smiled

"We're Quicksilver and Poltergeist."

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A/N

I bet you all thought we were going to see Naomi talking to her parents, but I thought this was a cute way to end this chapter. Next chapter though; Naomi's Parents and Michael.

Two shout outs;

ShadowPhoenix34: I hate them too.

BookWorm2the2ndPower: There is no higher praise than trying to get someone else to read something, so thank you! I do like Spiderman but it never occurred to me that her last name was his until one day I was thinking about what Naomi's and Peter's wedding would be like (maybe one day!) and I thought "You know, she'd probably joke about making Peter take her last name- WAIT!"

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