Naomi shifted uncomfortably, finally gaining the nerve to knock on the door. It was quiet for a few seconds and then the door was opened by Isaac, who looked at her in surprise for a second before a smile grew across his face.

"What took you so long?" He teased.

"Just, so much sex in between all the Mutant Terrorist rallies." Isaac rolled his eyes, pulling Naomi to give him a hug.

"Listen, I've been working on mom and dad since you've been gone and it's better but not great, so be prepared for offensive questions," Isaac warned once they pulled apart.

"And Michael?" Isaac made a face.

"That's not going so well; there's a 70% chance he's started development on something to depower people so he can punch Peter."

"But, you've got my back, right?" Naomi asked.

"Of course," Isaac promised, ushering her into the house "They're in the living room."

Isaac led the way as Naomi felt like a stranger in her own home.

"Hey, look who's home," Isaac said weakly as everyone in the room froze.

"Hi," Naomi said softly.

It was completely silent.

"Um, so, I'm sure you have some questions," Naomi said, trying to get her family to move. Her father cleared his throat before shifting slightly in his seat.

"Well, Naomi, your mother and I have some concerns," Mr. Parker said as Naomi sat down on a chair.

"Right, shoot."

"Have you always been like this?" Mr. Parker asked awkwardly.

"A mutant?" He parents cringed "Yeah, but I only got my powers right around the time I turned nine."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Mr. Parker asked.

"You never asked."

Her parents made faces like they didn't accept that as an actual answer but were going to let it slide for now. After a moment, Mrs. Parker spoke.

"Come sit over here, Sweetie."

Naomi frowned; her parents never invited her to sit on the couch with them. She slowly got up and sat beside her mother, who grabbed her hand.

"…Have you ever tried to not be a mutant, Honey?" Mrs. Parker asked, Naomi's face dropping a bit.

"Have you ever tried to be a mutant, Mom?" Naomi slipped her hand out of her mother's.

But, I can't do that," Mrs. Parker said, frowning.

Naomi simply shrugged, making Isaac smile slightly from his spot in the chair Naomi had just vacated.

"That's different and you know it, Naomi," Mr. Parker scolded "Listen, I can accept you being a mutant, but you need to keep it to yourself, no using those abilities."

It was quiet for a long moment.

"No."

"I'm sorry?" Mr. Parker asked his daughter.

"No. I'm not going to hide an integral part of who I am anymore."

"Young Lady, as long as you live under my ro-."

"No," Naomi hopped up "Don't get me wrong; I'm not planning on using them in public, but I'm going to use them when I'm home and it's useful."

"Naomi, you know it's not normal," Mrs. Parker tried to reason.

"So what? I can turn invisible; I can do whatever I want without being caught. My boyfriend can literally move speeding bullets! That's AWESOME!"

"Naomi, I won't tolerate you talking to us this way, you'll do as we say or-." Mr. Parker cut himself off.

"If you kick Naomi out, you'll have to kick me out too," Isaac warned.

It was quiet for a long moment.

"Why can't you just be normal?" Mrs. Parker asked mournfully, breaking Naomi's heart.

"Because your idea of normal is wrong."

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"So, here to stay," Isaac said from his spot at the end of Naomi's bed.

"For now," Naomi agreed, sorting out her room a bit.

"This is a bit morbid to bring up since you just got in the clear, but, do you have a plan if they do ever kick you out?" Isaac asked.

"Um," Naomi looked down bashfully, making Isaac raise an eyebrow "Before I came here, Peter was saying since he turns eighteen in three months that he could get us an apartment together."

"Really?" Isaac asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Naomi muttered.

"Wait, Peter turns eighteen in three months?" Isaac asked.

"Seems so," Naomi replied.

"Damn," Isaac muttered under his breath, then in response to Naomi's look "He's older than me; you can't properly lord over your little sister's boyfriend when the boyfriend is older than you."

"Only by, like, a month," Naomi pointed out.

"Doesn't matter," Isaac shook his head mock mournfully "I can't try and scare him off now."

"You've just come to that conclusion?" Naomi asked sarcastically, Isaac sending her a smirk.

"Eh, he's alright, I guess," Isaac shrugged, leafing through one of Naomi's magazines before looking up and noticing Naomi's raised eyebrow "What?"

"Last time I checked, you didn't like him."

"To be perfectly honest, he kind of freaked me out, but now that I know why he did, I like him a bit more."

"Peter freaked you out?" Naomi asked incredulously.

"He just felt off but I get it now, so it doesn't really matter," Isaac said, before shrugging "And he's a pain in the ass; this family has a weakness for pains in the ass."

"Mom?" Naomi asked.

"She married dad, didn't she? But I will concede that dad is a different type."

"Dad's more of an asshole," Naomi commented, offhand, making Isaac crack up.

"Joseph is a prick," Isaac added.

"Michael is a cunt," Naomi offered.

"What about Anna?"

"All the derogatory terms for women mean they have a lot of sex," Naomi pointed out.

"Yeah, those suit you more," Isaac said, fake contemplatively.

"You're a dick, Isaac." Naomi smiled.

"And you're a whore."

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Dinner was a bit awkward. Two of her siblings were outright disgusted by her. Her parents were disappointed in her. One of her brothers was sending her the evil eye, not speaking.

At least Isaac was supportive and tried to keep the conversation going so it wouldn't lapse into an uncomfortable silence.

It was nice to have a brother get into a heated argument with your father just so he wouldn't focus on you.

"I'm telling you; Nixon isn't going to make it full term."

"Isaac, you need to take a good look at politics. Nixon will make it just fine."

"Naomi, could you pass the salt?" Mrs. Parker asked.

Everyone froze as the salt slid across the table without Naomi looking away from her father and brother.

Naomi felt Isaac stomp on her foot, but didn't outwardly react.

"Anna can you pass the potatoes?" Naomi asked lightly, pretending not notice her family's faces.

"Can't you get it?" Joseph asked condescendingly.

"What, Great Grandma's glassware? Ninety percent plastic," Naomi said.

"Really?" Anna asked.

"I mean, I could lift it if I really tried, but I don't feel like it. So could you pass me than dang potatoes?"

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It was strange going back to school; everything was different now, Naomi was different now, but school was exactly like last Monday.

Well,

Almost exact.

"My mom told me she saw you kissing a boy with silver hair yesterday."

Fuck.

"She did, did she?" Naomi said, not looking up from her homework that she needed to finish.

"Yeah," Carrie insisted.

"Fascinating."

"Well?"

"Well what?" Naomi asked.

"Were you kissing a boy with silver hair?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business," Naomi said, having yet to look up.

"So, you were!" Carrie cheered "What's his name?"

"Carrie," Naomi said, looking up and sounding extremely aggravated "If you will shut the hell up and let me finish this, I well talk to you at lunch. Just, please, shush."

.

Naomi came to regret that promise.

"What's his name?" Carrie asked.

"Peter."

"Does he go to Central?" Daniel, Carrie's quarterback boyfriend, asked.

"Yes."

"Are you only going to answer our questions with one word replies?" Aaron asked slyly, making Naomi smirk at him.

"Probably."

"How'd you two meet?"

It was silent following Carrie's question.

"Do you not remember?" Aaron teased.

"Trying to fit it into one word," Naomi teased back before nodding to herself as she came up with one.

"Illegal."

"Whoa, wait, what?" Zachariah asked from his end of the table.

"You heard me."

"Oh, are we bumping it up to three words now?" Aaron asked pleasantly.

"Aaron, focus, all she said was illegal," Carrie said, before turning to Naomi "How illegal?"

"Extremely."

"What did you do?" Daniel demanded.

"Finished," Naomi said, picking up her tray and heading away before Carrie called after her.

"Wait, wait! One more!" Naomi sighed and nodded.

"He sounds like bad news; why're you hanging around him?"

Naomi had plenty of words to choose from; love, excitement, compatibility. But, she knew this whole story would be over the school the moment she walked away.

So, better make it a good one.

"Sex."

As Naomi turned away from their shocked faces, she smiled to herself; she didn't really regret that promise anymore.

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On Tuesday, she assumed that everyone knew by now, seeing as how their faces turned pale when they looked at her and because Isaac had known when they were driving home on Monday (for the record, he'd thought it was hilarious).

What really was of interest on Tuesday was Monica Clark coming up to her at the end of the day. Monica was friends with Carrie, and she sort of got along with Naomi, but she had never forgiven her for turning down her little brother.

"Hey, so Friday night I'm getting a bunch of girls together for a girl's night! I was wondering if you could come." Naomi got the distinct impression Monica was trying to sell it like an infomercial.

"Um, yeah, I'll talk to my parents about it and tell you tomorrow," Naomi said.

"Okay," Monica said chirpily "I really hope you can come; we never get to talk anymore."

"Did you two ever talk in the first place?" Isaac asked once Monica had left.

"Not really," Naomi shrugged.

"Then there is only one logical explanation to this."

"What would that be, Mr. Spock?"

"They want to know what sex is like."

"Huh, you're probably right," Naomi said thoughtfully "Well, I'd better not disappoint; I'm going to go brush up on the subject with Peter."

"For god's sake, Naomi."

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Naomi rolled off of Peter, breathing heavily as she stretched out on the mattress and sent a halfhearted glare at Peter, who was smirking at her.

"The fact I can get you to breath heavier at all is an accomplishment in my book," Naomi said through her gasps.

"Not why I'm smiling," Peter said, passing Naomi a water bottle (they found it was best to keep glass objects out of a fifteen feet radius when they engaged in these activities, lest they explode).

"Why are you smirking?" Naomi gave in.

"Twice."

"It wasn't twice," Naomi said, rolling her eyes.

"It totally was."

"It wasn't twice," Naomi repeated.

"Then how do you explain-."

"It was three times." Peter looked at Naomi in surprise as she sent him a sly smile.

"…I'm awesome," Peter said, before taking a swig from the water himself.

"Right, something weird happened today," Naomi said thoughtfully as she sat up, her hair moving slightly as Peter got up and sat back down.

"Human weird or mutant weird?" Peter asked, biting into a Twinkie and passing one to Naomi.

"Human; this chick who I haven't really gotten along with in the past invited me to this girl's night thing she's throwing." Naomi took a bite of her own Twinkie.

"So?"

"So, the prevailing theory is that she's inviting me so I can tell everyone what sex is like."

"Okay? Are you going to go? Why does this matter to me?" Peter asked, gaining a hair tug.

"It matters because I need to know how comfortable you are with me talking about our sex life with a bunch of virgins."

"Hmmmm, that depends," Peter said, putting his arm over her shoulders,

"On?" Naomi replied, amused.

"On if you're going to exaggerate."

Naomi smiled coyly up at Peter.

"After that particular performance, Quicksilver, I don't think I need to."

Peter grinned at her.

"You know…" Peter said in a wheedling tone, making Naomi smile "If you're going to relate your knowledge to the inexperienced, maybe you should build up your repertoire."

"You really think so?" Naomi said; faking innocence as Peter changed their positions so she was lying back with him over her.

"Mhm," Peter muttered.

"Well, I suppose I owe you one."

"You owe me two, actually."

Naomi rolled them so she was on top.

"Quit ruining the mood, Maximoff."

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"You know, we could just go out for milkshakes or something," Naomi offered as Isaac drove her to Monica's house.

"You're not getting out of this one, Naomi," Isaac replied, laughing at Naomi's annoyed face.

"The moment someone suggests truth or dare, I am out of there."

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"Let's play never have I ever," Carrie suggested, Naomi groaning on the inside.

"I thought the fun of never have I ever was taking shots," A girl named Michelle said.

"I have something that we can legally drink," Monica said "Lemon juice."

"Ugh, I'll get the vodka," Naomi teased.

"Fine, Miss Snarky; you start," Becky said, making Naomi roll her eyes.

"Never have I ever left the country."

And so went the game, edging more and more towards what Naomi expected they wanted to say in the first place.

"Never have I ever kissed a boy."

A majority of the girls drank.

"Never have I ever made out with a boy."

Naomi and two others drank (including Carrie)

"Never had I ever… um… you know…"

Naomi rolled her eyes as she downed her shot of lemon juice.

She took in her wide eyed peers before motioning for them to go ahead.

"What's it like?" Monica asked.

"Um, good, I guess."

"Was it… enjoyable?" Carrie asked.

"The first time was bit awkward when getting into the swing of things, but after that, yeah, very," Naomi said, smiling slightly at the complete interest on every girl's face.

"How did he get you to do it?" Michelle asked, Naomi frowning.

"Why does everybody think he coerced me? It was my idea," Naomi said, slightly huffy.

"Your idea?" Carrie asked, trading surprised looks with the other girls "Doesn't that, sort of, make you a slut?"

Any amusement Naomi had with this conversation seeped away, she picked up her bag and headed downstairs.

"Wait, Naomi!" Carrie said, followed by the other girls.

Naomi stopped at the door, turning around to face the others.

"You know, when you call someone over to explain what sex is like, maybe you shouldn't shame them for having sex in the first place."

She left the house, slamming the door behind her and started the trek back home in the twilight of the evening.

Only when did she get to a certain (fairly busy street) did she realize that her feet were taking her to Peter's house. She smiled to herself, feeling slightly better.

At least until a flipping car came out of nowhere, heading straight towards her.

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A/N

QUESTION! Should I bump this up to M? I feel like it's a little risque for teen.

Thanks to everyone that reviewed!