"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to be the first people to send an object to another reality."

"Assuming that this works and doesn't collapse every universe and kills us all."

Tony sent a dirty look over at Bruce.

"I need you to back me up on this one, Bruce."

"Wait, can that happen?" Steve asked, looking at the machine warily.

"No, no, well, I mean, there's 30% chance, but don't worry about."

"What?!" Steve demanded "You're not doing something that has 30% chance of killing us all."

"More like 34%," Bruce admitted.

"Tony, no," Steve said sternly as Tony slowly moved towards the control panel "Pietro!"

Pietro sighed; running to pull out some of the cables.

But, he was just slightly to slow.

Because the next thing he knew, he'd been hit by a stream a light coming out of the machine.

Everyone froze.

"Well, the universe didn't collapse," Tony offered.

"But, I didn't go anywhere," Pietro pointed out.

"Maybe it doesn't work?" Steve said.

"How could it not do either?" Tony demanded, going over to the schematics of the machine.

But then, there was a burst of light and there was two teenagers lying on the spot that Pietro had been shot, coughing and smoking slightly.

The girl with blonde hair looked up, her eyes wide.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

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"C'mon," Peter whined, slipping his hand under Naomi's shirt, making her giggle.

"I've got to go."

"Just stay for fifteen more minutes."

"Fifteen?" Naomi asked, surprised.

"Twelve?"

"You should be going up," Naomi said, Peter laughing as Naomi wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close.

"… You've got twenty."

"Yes!" Peter said, pulling her up into a kiss.

But, before Peter could do anything more, there was a flash of light, and a constricting feeling.

It felt like they were weightless for a second and then they landed, both stumbling to the ground, and coughing hard.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

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"What did you do?" Steve demanded.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Tony said.

"Guys…" Pietro said trying to get their attention.

"You'd better figure it out!" Steve said.

"I'm trying!"

"That looks like..." Pietro said.

"I told you not to mess around with this!"

"We would never learn anything if we didn't-!"

"GUYS!"

"WHAT?" Tony and Steve yelled simultaneously, looking over at Pietro.

"That would be younger me."

The two teens stumbled to their feet, both of them hissing in pain.

One of them with very recognizable silver hair.

"Did you accidently create a time machine?" Steve demanded.

"I don't think so, because I have no clue who that is," Pietro said, pointing at the blonde girl, who gave him a dirty look.

"What the fuck just happened?" She demanded, Steve moving forward.

"Hey, my name is Steve Rogers. Tony," He gestured to the man still staring at the two teens with wide eyes "Was trying to send something into another universe, but it accidently hit Pietro, and now you two are here."

She seemed to calm down slightly.

"One day, that's all I ask for, one day of my life without weird bullshit happening."

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"Wait, so you're me?" Peter asked, looking over at the other silver haired man in the room.

"Seems so; you're, what, eighteen?" He asked, running his eyes over Naomi "Who's she?"

"You know, I can hear you," Naomi said sarcastically.

"She's my girlfriend. Do we not have her here?" Peter asked, frowning at the idea of a universe where he didn't have Naomi.

It was silent for a moment.

"Even alternate universe teenage you is getting some," Tony said, before he cracked up as Older Peter turned to glare at him before turning back to Peter.

"No, we don't have her. What's your name?" Older Peter asked, looking over Naomi slowly.

"Naomi."

"I don't think I've ever even met someone named Naomi," Older Peter said.

"Well, sucks to be you," Naomi said, turning to Steve "How did this happen and how do we get home?"

"Ask Tony, actually, ask Bruce, he'll be nicer about it," Steve said, getting a glare from Tony.

"Well, Young Pietro-."

"Call me Peter, it'll be easier," Peter said, Bruce nodding.

"Peter was pulled here by Pietro's DNA, though I'm not sure how Naomi was," Bruce admitted, both teenagers going red.

"We were kissing," Naomi admitted, Tony cackling as he continued his work on the machine.

"That would explain it; standing close together and kissing would probably pull you with him," Bruce said, smiling reassuringly "Anyway, we need to fix this machine to send you back, and that's going to take time."

"How long?" Peter asked.

"Three months tops," Bruce said, both teenagers groaning.

"Hey, it would take much longer if you had anyone else working on it," Tony said "You two're lucky getting Iron Man."

"… The Black Sabbath song?" Naomi asked slowly, frowning slightly.

"We're keeping this one," Tony announced, throwing a tool at Bruce and hopping over to Naomi and Peter "You two like classic rock?"

"That song only came out four years ago for us," Naomi said, Tony frowning.

"That song came out in 1970."

"Yes, and we're from 1974," Naomi said slowly.

"But…"

"I was born in 1986," Pietro interjected.

Naomi and Peter frowned in confusion.

"What year is it?"

"2015," Steve said, both of the teens eyes widening.

"You two lived through the moon landing," Pietro said slowly.

"Yeah, I was twelve, he was thirteen," Naomi said, gesturing towards Peter.

"That's interesting; the timelines must be a lot different than we thought," Bruce said.

"Wait, wait, um," Pietro turned to look at Peter "You have abilities, right?"

"Mhm," Peter said, appearing beside Pietro and making the others jump (except Pietro and Naomi, of course).

"I'm a mutant too, if anybody cares," Naomi said, every looking at her and frowning.

"Mutant?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, you know, people born with powers," Naomi said.

"I wasn't born with mine," Pietro piped up "It was from experiments."

"Oh, well, we were born with ours," Naomi said.

"Yours being…" Bruce said, Naomi smiling and pulling the glasses of his nose, twirling them in the air for a moment before letting them rest in his hands "That is fascinating. You have to let us take some blood samples and maybe-."

Peter appeared beside Naomi as she shifted uncomfortably, Steve holding up his hand to stop Bruce from talking.

"Hey, it's okay, I won't let them hurt you," Peter muttered, turning Naomi's head to look at him "You don't have to anything you don't want to."

Naomi nodded, and Peter pressed a kiss to her temple.

"Touchy subject," Peter said, wrapping his arm around Naomi and squeezing her lightly.

"Can I ask why?" Tony asked.

"Tony, we can hardly handle skin color," Steve said "And I'm going to guess not everyone is a mutant."

"There was a company called Trask Industries; they experimented on mutants to create robots that could kill all mutants," Naomi explained, everyone wincing "Actually, they did end up doing that in the future, and started killing people that would ever have a mutant kid, but then our friend traveled back to our time to change it."

"Did it work?" Steve asked.

"We think so," Peter said.

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After that depressing conversation, Pietro offered to show them around Avengers Tower.

"Avengers?" Naomi asked.

"We protect Earth," Pietro said, maybe showing off a little.

"We've got something like that at home," Peter said "All mutants, called the X-Men."

"But, we're usually not protecting Earth, just trying to make sure the Brotherhood doesn't kill all humans"

"Douchebags," Peter muttered under his breath.

"Hey, you gotta sister?" Naomi asked, Pietro smiling.

"Yeah, Wanda, but she's away for a little while; you guys have her?"

Peter nodded.

"How about your parents?" Naomi asked, Pietro's eyes going sad.

"They're dead."

Both of the teens winced.

"Sorry," Peter muttered.

"If it makes you feel any better, Peter's dad is evil," Naomi said, Pietro looking over at Peter, who just nodded.

"He leads the Brotherhood. And he threatened Naomi."

"He's also a fucking prick," Naomi said.

"You have a horrible vocabulary," Pietro commented.

"Fuck off."

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They'd been with the Avengers for a week and…

This is ridiculous, stop being an idiot.

You can't be jealous of yourself.

Yet, Peter was.

Of course Naomi and Pietro got along; it would've been strange if they didn't, but…

Did he have to flirt with her?

And it's not like he could ask Naomi not to flirt back, because that was ridiculous "Please don't flirt with older me."

But, the worst part was that Pietro knew exactly what he was doing.

One day, after Pietro had made Naomi blush and giggle, he turned and smiled deviously over at Peter, who just glared back.

But, he'd gotten his revenge.

Pietro's room was next to theirs, and it wasn't hard to get Naomi shouting in time with the headboard.

(Pietro's face the next morning had been priceless).

But, that just seemed to motivate Pietro to flirt even more.

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He confronted him after Naomi had gone to bed.

"Stop hitting on my girlfriend," Peter said, Pietro snorting.

"Why, afraid she'll pick me?"

"Pick you? What are you talking about?" Peter asked.

"There's nothing saying she has to go back to that universe," Pietro said, Peter frowning "She could just as easily stay here with me."

"You're eleven years older than her," Peter pointed out.

"You say that like it's a bad thing; I've got way more experience then you, Kiddo," Pietro ruffled Peter's hair, Peter slapping his hand away.

"But, that's her home."

"So? You've both told me so much about that place; she's got it better here. No more abusive family, no more anti-mutants, and she likes the people here."

That one was true; she and Clint had taken to each other especially.

"But, she loves me."

"And I'm you, Kiddo... Listen, let's make a deal; I'll ask her if she wants to stay and if she says no, I won't try to change her mind, or force her to stay. But, if she says yes, you can't try to change her mind or force her with you, either. And I get to ask her while we're alone. Deal?"

Peter sighed.

"Deal… But, ask her tomorrow; she's already in bed."

"Alright… No mentioning this to her."

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Peter slipped into bed beside Naomi, who cuddled up to him in her sleep. Peter pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head; she wouldn't leave him, would she?

She likes it here.

Yeah, but she'd miss Isaac and Lorna.

Besides, why would she want older Pietro?

And in that moment Peter had a rather vivid fantasy.

Naomi would join the Avengers, of course, and she and Pietro would probably appropriate a whole floor of the tower for themselves. Pietro was almost thirty, so he would probably get her pregnant the moment she turned eighteen. Naomi wouldn't mind though; Pietro would be able to take care of her, with the help of the other Avengers. Pietro would protect her, make her happy…

Oh god, what if she did choose him?

The idea of going home without Naomi, being alone… Never seeing her again, he-.

Wait a second.

Peter sat up.

That's how Pietro felt.

Pietro wouldn't ever get to see Naomi again, if she chose him.

Either way, one of them was losing her.

Unless…

Peter pressed a kiss to Naomi's forehead, writing a hurried note and running.

He'd have to be fast.

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"Hey, Pietro?"

Pietro looked over at Naomi, who was standing in the doorway of his room still in her pajamas, her hair slightly messy.

"Yeah?"

"Um, Peter left me a note saying he would be back later, do you know where he was going?"

"Nope, sorry," Pietro said.

"Oh, okay, thanks anyway," Naomi said, moving to leave.

"Hey, wait, I wanted to talk to you."

Naomi raised an eyebrow, coming back into his bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Okay…?" Naomi said, sitting down on the edge of Pietro's bed as he began to pace.

"Would you… Well… This is harder than I anticipated."

Naomi laughed softly, making Pietro smile.

"Whatever it is, it's okay, just ask."

Pietro smiled and took a deep breath.

"Naomi, would you like-."

He cut of noticing that Naomi wasn't looking at him, but at the doorway, where Peter stood.

"Hey, where were you?" Naomi asked, hopping up and hugging Peter, who got a dirty look from Pietro, one he didn't return.

"Nowhere, really. I need to talk to Pietro real quick."

"Oh, okay," Naomi said, frowning "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, totally," Peter said, kissing the top of her head.

"Okay, I'll be in the kitchen," Naomi smiled before she left.

"We had a deal," Pietro said.

"I know, I know," Peter said.

"Then, what is it?" Pietro asked, Peter biting his lip and looking down.

"I went looking for Naomi… This world's Naomi."

It was quiet for a moment.

"Did you find her?" Pietro asked, looking at Peter with wide eyes.

"… Yeah, I found her."

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"You want a moment?" Peter asked, Pietro nodding slowly before Peter was gone.

"… Hi… We never met… But, if we had… You and I would've been in love." Pietro gave a shuddery sigh at the thought of the life he could've had

GERTRUDE NAOMI PARKER

1987-2012

"… It was the battle of New York, wasn't it? God, you idiot… probably tried to help."

Pietro frowned, disappearing before reappearing with new flowers and replacing the dying ones.

"There, that's better. You like tulips, right? If you don't I'll get different ones... 'Beloved daughter and sister,' ugh, you must hate that..."

Pietro went quiet for a moment.

"I'm sorry... I should've been there to protect you... I should've..."

He gave a deep sigh, brushing a few tears away and sniffing softly.

"I'll come and see you again soon, okay? … I love you."

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"You okay?" Peter asked.

"Fantastic," Pietro muttered as he grabbed himself a glass of water.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Naomi asked, having wandered into the kitchen.

"Yeah, fine," Pietro said, both men forcing smiles.

"Okay… Hey, you wanted to ask me something, right?"

It was quiet for a moment.

"Here, I'll-," Peter said, standing up.

"No, it's fine," Pietro said to him, before turning back to Naomi "It was nothing."

"You sure?" Naomi asked, frowning "Didn't seem like nothing."

I'm sure," Pietro said, smiling.

"Okay… Clint said he was going to teach me archery, so," Naomi smiled and left the room.

It was quiet.

"Why'd you do that?" Peter asked, Pietro looking down at his glass.

"You'll take care of her, right?"

"Yes," Peter said softly.

Pietro just smiled bitterly and walked away.

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It'd taken forever, but finally the machine was ready to send them home.

Pietro had already said goodbye, hugging Naomi tightly, and they had left to go to the lab.

Wanda would be home soon, she would be able to comfort him, and he had the other Avengers… He'd be okay.

"Pietro."

He turned to find Naomi standing there, before she jumped into his arms and kissed him.

After a moment, she moved from his lips and kissed his cheek, the both of them hugging.

"I'm not an idiot, Pietro; I know what you were going to ask. But, I have to go home."

"I know, it's okay," Pietro said, burying his face in her neck.

"You promise you'll be okay?" Naomi asked, pulling back to look him the eye.

"Promise," Pietro said "Do you think… before you go, I can have one more kiss?"

Naomi smiled, brushing tears away.

"Of course."

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"Quicksilver, how are we looking?"

"Hot as hell. As usual, Captain."

A long suffering sigh came through the coms, making Pietro smile.

"I'm about to get the prisoners. Hold on."

This was the last godforsaken HYDRA base Bucky knew of, possibly the last one in the world, and they were about to blow it up.

You know, once Pietro did his damn job.

He released most of the prisoners before turning to the last cell, unlocking it and frowning; the girl in here was more of a mess than the others. She was also scared of him, huddling slightly in a corner.

"Hey, Sweetheart, I'm here to get you out," Pietro promised.

"… I can't walk," She informed him "They did something and now…"

"I know Doctors that can help," Pietro said, moving forward to scoop her up bridal style, frowning slightly as he felt something shift inside of him "What's your name?"

"Naomi. Naomi Parker."

Pietro fumbled for a second before smiling a blinding smile.

"I'm Pietro Maximoff and I promise I'll take care of you."

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A/N

Ya'll didn't think I was going to end it sad, didya?

That was for LovelyGirl51.

Again, your reviews mean so much to me, Thank You.