'Are we in a warehouse?' Peter had sat her on a bed in the corner of a room unfamiliar to her. As she looked around, she decided it must belong to a teenage boy. It was a mess; there were junk food wrappers everywhere. But it wasn't quite a bedroom. There were arcade games lined against one wall, a ping-pong table, a small collection of TVs and a mountain of Twinkie boxes.

'No, it's my room.' He paused, looking over his collection of stolen goods. 'I really should take all this stuff back.' Peter seemed embarrassed about having her see this part of his life.

'Is your mum here?'

'No, I've left her a note on the kitchen counter saying we're here. She must still be at work.' Peter was becoming rapidly concerned by Crystal's unusual behaviour. 'Chrissy, what's wrong?' He sat on the bed beside her, placing his hand on her knee. 'Chrissy talk to me.'

She didn't want to cry. In fact, she was desperate not to. Peter turned her face towards him, desperately seeking answers. Crystal didn't have the heart to share the information she had learnt, she just wanted him to be a source of comfort. Knowing he would not anticipate what was going to happen next, she slid her hand under his signature silver jacket and forced it off with a blast of air. As she did this, she kissed him longingly. She crawled up on the bed, on her knees now she removed his shoes and undid his belt in the same way she had removed his jacket. His warm hands against her skin made her realise Peter had undressed her, leaving her in her bra and panties. She felt his hand come behind her neck, and instantly she was laying on the bed.

'Chrissy are you sure? Once we start this, I won't be able to stop.' There was a worried, caring tone in Peter's warning, but it only fuelled her more. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down to continue kissing her ravenously. He moved his lips onto her neck, her ear. At one point, he was moving too fast for her to know what he was doing, but she felt her whole body come alive simultaneously. The sensation made her give a little cry of pleasure.

Hours later, Crystal rolled onto her side to face Peter. He'd fallen asleep some time ago, exhausted. Her body still hummed with pleasure, but her mind was racing. Flashes of a long-forgotten memory were bombarding her thoughts. Trying to focus on more pleasant things, Crystal thought about when the last time the couple had eaten was. It had been a long, eventful day. She slipped on one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers from his drawers and snuck upstairs. Realising it was morning when the light hit her eyes, she found her way to the kitchen and began to hunt down breakfast.

'Morning Crystal.' The sudden shock caused her to hit her head in the cupboard she was currently under.

'Morning Ms Maximoff. I was just going to make Peter some breakfast.' Crystal suddenly became acutely aware of what she was wearing and tried to edge herself behind the counter.

'I can see that, and I'd double the amount of bacon you've put on. Here let me help you.'

They cooked breakfast together and had pleasant chitchat as they did.

'So, are you going to tell me why the two of you decided to come home in the middle of the night or are you going to leave me guessing?'

'A lot was going on, and I just needed some space from my dad. He didn't do anything wrong but...'

'You wanted to be in a home where every thought you had wasn't on display. I get it. But long term, you two will have to figure out something else. You can't just run to D.C every time you need "space"'. It was far from a telling off, the smile on Mary's face told Crystal that much.

'I'm sorry. It was my fault, I asked Peter to take us away. It was really last minute'.

'Don't be sorry. I like seeing Peter happy, and you make him happy. You're good for him and I think he's good for you too'.

Crystal was surprised by how well they got on. She had enjoyed their time at Christmas, but it had been rushed. The Maximoff house was just calmer than the mansion, and she needed that right now. After about fifteen minutes, Peter had joined them and scoffed every piece of food on the table in two minutes flat.

Crystal caught Peter and his mother glance at each other. Ms Maximoff gave him a raised eyebrow before saying 'it looks like you have a lot to sort out. I'll leave you to it. If you decide to go, don't leave without saying goodbye.'

As soon as she left, Peter pulled Crystal onto his knee and pulled her hair from her face. 'Crystal, last night...we have a problem.'

Her face was filled with panic. 'Did I do it wrong?'

He chuckled, 'God no. I mean setting that box of Twinkies on fire wasn't great, but I quite liked that levitation thing you did.'

'Sorry. I tried to control it, but it was difficult to stay focused.' She felt the blush on her face.

'We're getting off-topic. You didn't tell me what the problem was to start with. You just made me take you away from the situation and distracted me with sex'. Speaking softly in his girlfriend's ear, Peter held her close, drawing little circles on her thighs with his fingers. 'Chrissy, as nice as this is, we need to go back to the mansion. We can't hide here forever.'

She knew he was right, and she knew he deserved the truth about what she and her father had seen, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. He'd be devastated. She had to lie. 'I saw my mother.'

'What?' He spoke absentmindedly, still caressing her skin.

'In the memory. That's why I was upset. It was her last moments.' This was half true. She did see that she would just leave out what her mother had said.

'Chrissy.' She could see he was at a loss on how to comfort her. 'Are you going to be ok?'

She nodded in response, placed her head on his shoulder and asked if they could stay where they were just a little longer.

Not wanting to upset her, Peter promised they would spend the whole day where they were. They got dressed and headed out for a tour of the neighbourhood.

After five minutes of suburbia Crystal declared, 'I can't see you growing up here. It's too quiet. It's just not you.'

'I still managed to find some trouble, don't worry. It was never anything too serious, and there was never any real evidence'.

'Would you live here again?'

'Not really,' Peter spoke before he'd thought his answer though and hastily added 'I mean, I'd like to think what we do at the mansion is important. But, if you wanted to give suburban life a go, yeah I move back.'

'Surprised by his answer, Crystal couldn't help but question it .'Just like that? You'd pack up your bags and drop everything?'

'In record time. Come on, there's not much to show you but, I do know where we can get a decent burger'.

After spending the day touring the town and watching old reruns in the living room, Crystal finally decided she was ready to go home. Within ten minutes, they had said goodbye to Peter's mom and were heading back. Peter pulled his goggles down, and she felt him pull her close to him. Before she could register anything else, they were at the front doors of the mansion.