I thought I'd try something different with young Peter Maximoff, I'm doing a crossover with Wandavision. What if Peter somehow managed to warp himself into Wanda's weird world, it would be an eye opener for sure.
It will be set in the late 60s since that's when I mostly set Peter's mischievous adventures, he's only in his early teens in most of my short stories.
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-This oneshot is pure imagination.
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When Peter Met Wanda - Part One
New Jersey - 1969
Stirring in his sleep Peter rolled over onto his side and reached for his alarm clock, but his eyes soon snapped open when he felt his hand touching a weirdly shaped object. It took him a few seconds to focus on what he was touching, it was a happy looking garden gnome with a wheelbarrow. He yelled slightly while he sat up straight, he had no idea what was going on. He rubbed the sleep away from his eyes and yawned loudly, it wasn't long until he noticed that he was sitting on someone's front lawn. He had no idea how he had gotten there, he could have sworn he had gone to bed last night in his house. He was still wearing the clothes he had fallen asleep in last night, his goggles were still on his head and he was wearing his sneakers. But there was one thing he knew for sure, he wasn't in his basement anymore.
" Something tells me I'm not in my basement anymore..." Peter muttered.
Peter looked over his shoulder when he heard a group of people laughing, it sounded like someone had their television set on really loud. He got to his feet and took a look at his new surroundings, he was in a suburban area. The neighbourhood looked like something out of a television series his Mom would watch with his Grandma Maximoff on weekends, it was tidy looking and quiet.
" What the F***..." Peter said.
Peter covered up his mouth with his hand when he heard a beeping sound, he then heard a group of people doing a woo-oo-oo sound. He removed his hand from his mouth and swore again, but his swear words were replaced with the beeping sound once again. It sounded that one of those noises you heard in television shows when they censored out bad language, he felt like there was an audience watching him.
" Oh my, you have a potty mouth!" Someone said.
Peter looked over his shoulder and saw a woman standing not far behind him with a trash bag in her hand, the woo-oo-oo sound soon returned again. The woman had a look of shock on her face, she was staring at Peter. She had shoulder length red hair and blue eyes, her dress style was very sixties.
" What are you doing on my lawn?" She asked.
" I'm not sure..." Peter replied.
" Wait, are you here to mow the lawn?" She asked before she put the white bag in the trash can. " Did Vision call your Mom? He did mentioned something to me about hiring someone to mow the lawn this weekend."
" I think you've got the wrong guy." Peter replied.
" Then what are you doing here?" She asked.
" Let's say I woke up here." Peter replied.
" Are you homeless?" She asked.
" Nope." Peter replied.
" Then what are you doing here?" She asked.
" I don't know." Peter replied.
" How old are you?" She asked.
" I'm thirteen." Peter replied.
" Do you have a name?" She asked.
" Of course I do." Peter replied with a slight smirk. " Mostly everyone has a name, what's your name?"
" But I asked you first..." She replied.
" And I'm asking you second, lady." Peter said.
Peter looked over his shoulder when he heard the group of people laughing and clapping again, he had no idea where it kept coming from. The woman sighed to herself and crossed her arms, she seemed annoyed with him. But her facial features soon softened, she gave him a smile and offered him her hand.
" I'm Wanda." She said, her speaking tone was friendly. " Wanda Maximoff, I mean Vision! I just got married, it's funny how I keep forgetting about that. And you are?"
" Wait, your surname is Maximoff?" Peter asked.
" Yes, why do you ask?" Wanda asked.
" I'm Peter..." Peter replied while he shook her hand. " Peter Maximoff, we've kind of got the same surname."
" How odd, maybe we're related!" Wanda smiled.
" Maybe, do you have any siblings?" Peter asked.
" A Brother, but he's away on business." Wanda replied.
" I could be your distance cousin, it happens." Peter said
" Do I have any cousins?" Wanda asked.
" I don't know, I asked you first." Peter replied.
" And I'm asking you second." Wanda said.
Peter heard the group of people laughing once again, he looked around the garden this time and asked Wanda if she could hear anyone laughing. She shook her head at him and rested her hands on her hips, she told him he must be daydreaming or hearing things.
" Do want to use my telephone to call your Mom?" Wanda asked, she cup her hands together and bent down to his eye level. " You're far away from home, aren't you?"
" Where are we exactly?" Peter asked.
" Westview, New Jersey." Wanda replied.
" Yep, I'm far away from home alright." Peter said.
" Then it's settled." Wanda said with a smile. " You can use my telephone to call your Mom and then you stay with me until she picks you up, I'll get you some ice cream while we're waiting for her. How does that sound?"
" That sounds great, thanks Mrs Vision." Peter replied.
" Call me Wanda, it sounds too formal when you call me Mrs Vision." Wanda said.
" Okay, Wanda it is then." Peter smiled.
" Come on then, let's get you home safely." Wanda smiled.
Wanda rested her hand on Peter's back and guided him down the stone pathway, he couldn't help but look at the woman. She seemed normal, she reminded him of a sixties suburban housewife from a television show. But something was bothering him, this place was making Peter feel unsettled. He couldn't help but feel like he had seen this place somewhere before, but he couldn't place it in his memory. She opened the door and welcomed him into her home before she closed the door behind him, she told him make himself at home while she went to get him some ice cream. She told him that the telephone was next to the couch, he thanked her before she headed towards the kitchen.
Peter was left all by himself in the living room, he awkwardly stood near the front door with his hands in his jacket pockets. The house was pretty big and luxurious, whoever had decorated the place sure knew a lot about decor. The colours were plain and the furniture looked new, there was a large lamp near the couch that caught his attention.
" It's nice here." Peter muttered.
Peter soon spotted the telephone by the couch, he zoomed over to it and picked up it's handset. He rested the headset against his ear and twirled the dialer wheel around to dial his home phone number, but the dialing tone began to crackle quite violently. He groaned as he pulled the headset slightly away from his ear, but he soon heard a woman's voice blaring through the earpiece of the telephone.
" Hello, is anyone there?!"
" Mom? Is that you?" Peter asked.
" Hey kid, I'm not your Mom. But I can see you!"
" What are you talking about?" Peter asked, he looked around the living room. " I can't see anyone, where are you? Are you a stalker?"
" How did you get in there?"
" Get in where?" Peter asked.
" Into Westview."
" I don't know, I just woke up here." Peter said.
" Listen, kid. You're not safe there, you need to find away out of Westview!"
" Wait, who is this?" Peter asked.
" My name is Darcy Lewis, who the hell are you?"
" Peter, I'm Peter Maximoff." Peter said
" Holy shit, stay on the line! Hey Jimmy! There's another Maximoff in there!"
Peter pulled his ear away from the telephone's handset when it whistled loudly with white noise, he quickly put the handset back and zoomed crossed the room. His ears were ringing, he had no idea who that woman was on the other end of the telephone. But the conversation between him and this Darcy Lewis had raised a few concerns for his safety, he had no idea why she was telling him to leave Westview.
" Oh my goodness!" Wanda gasped.
Peter heard Wanda gasped before he looked over his shoulder at her, she was standing near the dinning table with two ice cream cones in her hands. Her eyes were wide, she had seen Peter using his mutant ability. She opened her mouth to say something to him, but without any warning she dropped the ice cream cones. Zooming forward Peter caught the two ice cream cones, he fell to his knees while time returned to it's normal pace. He looked up at Wanda and gave her one of his dorky smiles, he then offered her one of the ice cream cones. But she didn't take it from him, she just stared at him until she broke the silence between them.
" Who are you?" Wanda asked.
" I'm Peter, I thought I told you that already..." Peter replied.
" No, I mean who are you?" Wanda asked.
Peter got to his feet when Wanda's features darkened, she looked like she had seen a ghost. He back away from her when he noticed her hands moving in an odd manner, it wasn't long until whirling smokey red lights formed in the palms of her hands. He had no idea what was wrong with her, but something had trigger her.
" What are you doing here?" Wanda asked.
" I don't know, I woke up here." Peter replied.
" My Brother was fast..." Wanda said.
"Well, I'm fast too." Peter said in a serious speaking tone. " You're a mutant, right?"
" A what?" Wanda asked.
" A mutant, there's loads of our kind out there." Peter said, he took a step forward and spoke calmly to her. " Take it easy, okay? We've all struggled to control our abilities, it happens sometimes. You're not alone in this world Wanda, we're all Brothers and Sisters...we're one big happy mutant family."
" I don't want to hurt you..." Wanda said.
" I'd like to see you try, but take some deep breathes for now and count to ten." Peter said while he offered her one of the ice cream cones. " We were going to have some ice cream, remember?"
" Of course, we were having ice cream." Wanda said.
" Yeah, let's eat them before they melt." Peter said.
Wanda seemed to snap out of her dark moment after a few seconds had passed, the whirling red lights soon disappeared and a smile began to creep across her face. Peter smiled back at her and she soon took the ice cream cone from his hand, he was kind of relieved that she was back to her normal self. She didn't seemed fazed about what had just happened, it was like she had erased the last few minutes from her memory.
" Let's eat our ice cream outside, it's a lovely day." Wanda said.
" Yeah, that sounds great." Peter said.
Wanda soon began walking towards the front door, her mood had lightened. Peter took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts together before he followed after her, he was confused right now. He remembered Darcy's words of warning on the telephone, he needed to find a way out this suburban town. He was going to have to make a run for it when Wanda wasn't around him, he had to choose the right moment to get out of this town named Westview.
