I had an random idea and I wanted to flow with it, it going to be like a slow burning project while I keep watching Wandavision.

-I don't own Wandavision

-This story is fantasy - Pure Imagination!

-Peter Maximoff is a legendary

-Sorry for slow updates - Since my charger died for my laptop I've had to write everything on my phone.

-In my world Erik knows the truth about Peter - Has written in The Train Wreck Of Truth.

Keep safe and Enjoy!

The Mystery Of Wanda Maximoff

Peter smiled at the stranger at the bottom of the staircase while he pulled his gloves from his hands, he was happy to see a familiar face in Westview. He hated not being able to trust anyone in this town, but this person was part of his family. The man was tall with dark hair and blue eyes, he was wearing a long dark coat. He had been unsure if the summoner would have allowed him to bring some of his fellow mutant kind with him on this mission, he was going to need all the help he could get on this little adventure.

" I wasn't expecting you to be back so soon." He said.

" I kind of messed up..." Peter said.

" Why am I not surprised?" He asked.

" Well you know me, I'm full of surprises." Peter replied

The man chuckled slightly at Peter's remark, his Son's sense of humour did amuse him on the odd occasion. It had been months since Peter had last seen Erik, they had remained in touch ever since the New York incident. Peter was surprised that he had agreed to come with him, his Father had entered this town through a different way than himself.

" It's nice to see you again, Peter." Erik said.

" Likewise, old man." Peter smiled.

Erik walked away from the staircase and greeted his Son with a firm handshake, this was their way of showing affection. They were still getting to know each other since the truth was revealed, but their Father and Son bond was growing with each passing day. Erik soon noticed what Peter was wearing, he seemed quite amused with his Son's Halloween costume. He looked him up and down before he pulled some straw from his windswept hair, he then held the piece of straw towards him.

" What happened to you?" Erik asked.

" A slight misunderstanding." Peter replied while he took the piece of straw from his hand. " But don't sweat it, I've got this..."

Erik smiled slighyly at his Son before his attention was drawn to the equipment on the coffee table, he was looking at one of the little television sets near the computer's monitor. Peter couldn't help but look over his shoulder, he soon cringed when he saw Wanda using her powers to throw him across the town square. He itched the back of his head and licked his lips nervously, he was kind of embarrassed about that incident.

" Yeah, that kind of happened..." Peter said.

" Reckless behaviour." Erik said with a sigh. " You could have gotten yourself killed..."

" Okay, I'll admit." Peter said before he turned his attention to his Father. " I was careless, my cocky mouth did all the talking.. I screwed up."

" Indeed, are you hurt?" Erik asked.

" Relax, I'm okay." Peter replied.

" I'll only relax when we're out of this hell hole." Erik said.

A dorky laugh escaped Peter's lips, he patted his Father's arm before he headed tonward the kitchen. He was starving, he hadn't really eaten much since he arrived in Westview. Wanda had given him some food and soda, but he was craving something else. He stopped dead at the kitchen's counter before he reached for the cupboard, there was someone in the kitchen with him.

The man looked at Peter while he placed the coffee pot back in it's holder, he soon smiled at him. Peter was happy to see another familiar face in this crazy town, he truly trusted this man with his life. He'd known him since 1973, he knew this man could solve anything that was thrown at him. Also he was intelligent and an inventor, the X-Jet was on of his greatest achievements.

" Dude, you made it!" Peter smiled.

" Hello Peter." He said.

Peter approached the man and gave him a playful punch on his arm, he was like a older sibling to him. Hank McCoy, his headmaster and his fellow teammate from the X Men. They had been through a lot together over the last two decades, he respected his friend's judgement and guidance. He had chosen him to accompany him for those very reasons, the summoner himself was impressed with Hank's scientific achievements.

" I'm glad to see you're still in one piece." Hank said.

" Oh, you saw that too right?" Peter asked.

" I've been monitoring your whereabouts, I've rewatched this Wandavision show more than once." Hank said, he the offered his friend his mug of coffee. " You've put on quite the performance, I was beginning to think you were someone else for a moment there."

" I was actually beginning to think I was this Pietro guy too, it's kind of weird you know." Peter said while he took the mug from his friend's hand. " All these lies and fake memories planted inside of my head, the Professor as out done himself this time."

" You know Charles, he can manipulate memories in seconds." Hank said.

" You mean like he did to Jean?" Peter asked.

" Yeah, like he did with Jean's memory..." Hank said

Peter knew he shouldn't have said that, he'd let his cocky mouth do all the talking once again. He took a sip of his coffee and opened the nearest cupboard door, he rummaged around until he found what he was looking for amongst the contents of the cupboard. He'd found some peanut butter, he loved the stuff.

Hank left Peter in the kitchen and returned to his machinery, he told Peter to join them when he was ready. They had a lot to discuss, but Peter wanted to know if any of his other teammates had made it through into Westview with the aid of this unknown summoner. Taking a spoon from the cutlery draw he headed into the living room, he couldn't help but zoom over to one of the living room windows. He placed his mug on the window sill and pulled back the curtain, he wanted to check out the street.

It looked like a normal suburban neighbourhood, there was nothing out of the ordinary if you didn't count the motionless people on the street. The man and the woman he had seen were still standing outside of the house, it looked like something out of a horror movie. He felt chill running down his spine, this town was beginning to give him the creeps. He let go of the curtain and turned his attention to his friends before he opened his jar of peanut butter, he was curious about the residence of this part of the neighbourhood.

" Do they ever come inside?" Peter asked.

" They will enter the premises in approximately twenty mintures " Hank said while he checked his watch. " They normal just go upstairs or linger in the kitchen, it's like they're retracing their footsteps. They have the same routine everyday, but it's kind of fragmented."

" Huh?" Peter asked.

" Let's say if my computer was slow it would cause me issues." Hank replied before he took a slip of his coffee. " It's fragmentation would slows down it's virtual environment, it would slow down my computer's performance. It wouldn't be functioning properly, it would be slow."

" So they're zombies?" Peter asked while he pointed his spoon at Hank. " But without the brain eating part, you know because that would just be disgusting."

" They're bewitched." Erik said.

" Oooh, but do they communicate?" Peter asked.

" No, I've tried to communicate with them but I get no responses." Hank replied. " It's like they're not in control of their minds, but their bodies continue to function with this reality Wanda is creating around them. They're playing a part in her television show, they're more like background characters."

" Wow, sucks to be them." Peter said.

" Indeed." Hank said.

Peter took his coffee from the window sill and joined his Father on one of the arm chairs, he sat on the chair's arm while Erik took the seats edge. He placed his mug on the coffee table and spooned some peanut butter into his mouth, but he was soon questioning Hank once again.

' So, what do you know about Wanda?" Peter asked.

Hank told Peter to wait for one moment while he pulled a folder from underneath the coffee table, he then held it towards him. He told him that the summoner had acquired it for him, their outside connection was coming in very handy right now. Peter balanced the peanut butter jar on his knee while he took the folder from Hank, he was soon flicking through it's pages.

Peter skimmed through some of the pages of the folder, there was a lot of information about Wanda inside this acquired folder. Her blood work and family background, there were even a photograph of her deceased Brother. He already knew about the experiments, he was surprised how inhumane they had been with the Maximoff siblings. But the part that jumped out at him the most was about her relationship with Vision, he wasn't even human.

Peter put his spoon in his mouth before he turned to another page, he was now curious about Vision. He was a synthezoid which was another fancy word for robot, he wasn't the biological Father to the twins which baffled him. His attention was soon caught by Hank clearing his throat, he pulled his spoon from his mouth and closed the folder.

" We've been tracking Wanda Maximoff's movements around Westview since you interacted with her, it seems like she as some kind of control over this town." Hank said while he typed something on his keyboard. " No freewill, they're all playing a part in her television show. I'm still trying to work out some loose ends, it may take me awhile to figure out what really is going on around here."

" But why is she doing this?" Peter asked in a curious tone. " I know Vision is dead or was dead, I'm unsure what's going on with that situation. But everything else, it's just cruel. Why deny people their own freewill?"

" You said it for yourself, she's found Shangri La." Hank replied.

" But why drag everyone else into her utopia?" Peter asked.

" Isn't it obvious?" Erik asked, he brought his cupped hands to his chin. " She needs people to make it more realistic for Vision and the family she as created, the perfect scenario. But since this Vision as become curious about everything it seems like she is trying harder to hide the truth from him."

" How do you know that?" Peter asked.

" We've got connections on the outside." Hank replied before he turned his attention to Peter. " A lot as happened since we last saw each other at the school, the tides are changing since she's extended her barrier around this town. Also we've been watching the television show, I think you need to catch up on what's being going on in Westview."

" The barrier of sorrow as been extended?" Peter asked, he thought for moment. " That explains the red wiggly woos outburst not long ago, she must have been trying to save Vision from those soldiers Billy had seen in his mind."

" Wiggly woos?" Erik asked.

" You know Wanda's powers, her wiggly woos." Peter said while he wiggled his fingers at his Father. " Her ability, the magic she possesses... her powers."

Erik made eye contact with Peter, he sighed deeply himself while he got up from his seat. He told them both that he was going for a walk around the neighbourhood, he wanted to check out this new situation unfolding in this town. He told them both that they should be prepared in case anything changed with another passing day, they informed Peter that they had seen past decade changes since they arrived here.

" Do you want me to come with you?" Peter asked.

" I'll be fine." Erik replied before he put his hood up on his coat. " You should be staying low, get some rest."

" Do you have your amulet with you?" Hank asked.

Erik held his wrist towards Hank, he was wearing a beaded bracelet which was similar style to Peter's necklace. These amulets they had been given were basically like tiger eyes, they protected them against curses or the ill-wishers. That's why Peter could think so freely, his freewill was his own as long as he wore the amulet.

Erik told them he wouldn't be long, he was soon closing the front door behind him. Peter was left alone with Hank, he still had many questions to ask his friend about Westview. Especially about Billy and Tommy, he wanted to know where they had been conjured from since robots couldn't have children with humans.

" Hank, about those kids..." Peter said, he took the jar from his knee and slid onto the seat of the arm chair. " Who are they? Are they under Wanda's mind control too?"

" Not that I'm aware of, why do you ask?" Hank asked.

" I'm just curious, I mean Vision isn't human." Peter replied while he held the folder towards his friend. " It states in Wanda's file that he's a synthezoid, he can't be Tommy and Billy's biological Father. So, who is their real Father?"

" Well, I'm unsure." Hank replied before he took the folder from Peter's hand. " Wanda gave birth to them, she is defiantly their biological Mother. But the rate they are aging up is concerning, by my calculations they are only five days old."

" But they're like ten, how is that even possible?" Peter asked.

Hank shrugged his shoulders at Peter, he himself was unsure about the twins. He told him the only way he could learn more about them is if he could met them in person. He would have to give them a standard medical and take their bloods, but he didn't have the equipment to do those kind of procedures in this house. Peter brought up the subject about the twins inheriting their powers from their Mother next, he was beginning to wonder if they were the same as Wanda or something completely different than their human Mother.