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Daisy Jones had secrets, and one of those her husband was slowly beginning to figure out.

Henry and Daisy Jones were like every other couple, they fought, they made up, but more importantly, they stayed together. They married young, they felt they were ready at nineteen to tie the knot and the live the rest of their lives together and honestly, it was the biggest mistake either of them could've made, but they did it anyway. Nothing ever tore them so far apart that they had to split up. They had been close a couple of times, but not as close as when Daisy caught him in bed with his bosses secretary not even a year into their marriage.

Of course she was mad, she was furious in fact. Her temper was not one of her best features, anyone could tell you that. Her best friend Rhea constantly told her she was a volcano waiting to explode, and boy did she explode when she saw this. Though, instead of doing something she would regret, she just stared at them for a few seconds and then stormed out the door and straight to a bar.

It was there that she would do something she would both regret and cherish in the later years.

Now, as she stood in the kitchen, not daring to even glance at her husband who, no doubt, was looking at the back of her head expectantly, waiting for an answer to the question he just asked.

"Am I Violet's father?"

The question made her drop the bag of groceries she had been holding, hearing the eggs crack and mess up the floor but not looking down at them. It was so out of the blue, so unexpected, Daisy wasn't sure what to say. Her mind did though. Her mind had made up her answer.

No, he wasn't.

She knew who it was. His name was Malcom Rivera, and he wanted to be a father so badly.

"Why are you asking me this?" she asked instead, not defensively, adding a laugh to break the tension.

Henry wasn't laughing, "Daisy, she's nothing like me. I mean, that thing she does, she didn't pick that up from me, unless you've got something you're not telling me." Daisy was wondering how long she could keep up with this charade.

She wanted to tell him, but bringing up Malcolm made her eyes water and her throat close up. Malcolm was supposed to be a man she met in the bar, to fool around with to get back at her cheating husband and then to never speak to ever again, but instead it lasted longer than intended, nearly a full year.

Daisy was falling in love with him, and he was already too far gone. Six months into their relationship, she found out about his secret. His power. Malcolm has the ability to turn himself into lava. His whole body would become incased in it, but when she went near him, it didn't burn her. Apparently he had trained his body not to burn people he liked or loved. He had expected her to run away, to never speak to him again, but she told him two words that he was both excited and terrified to hear.

"I'm pregnant."

They were going to run away together. Daisy was going to leave her sleaze bag of a husband and they were going to have a family together. But life seemed to have other plans for Daisy Jones.

Malcolm had told her the day she was going to Henry that he had been recruited by someone who wanted to use his powers for good, to help him train and become someone people admired instead of feared. Daisy didn't trust it from the minute he told her.

He never returned, and after Henry had made a big deal of apologising, she was forced to stay with her husband. She had Violet a few months after, thankfully with all of her physical traits but it seemed, as last year had told her, that she had adopted what Malcolm had been able to do, but a little different.

"So, just because our daughter is different than most people, you're willing to shove her off and pretend she's not your daughter?!" She was appalled, despite his true statements, that he was so scared by their daughter. Violet was already scared of herself, she didn't need someone else making her absolutely petrified. Peter was the only one besides herself that made her feel like she was normal, even if she still didn't know that he was actually just like her(and likewise Magda was aware of Violet's abilities, they felt they shouldn't butt in and let them show each other).

"Just," he sighed, somewhat defeated, "just tell me if she's my daughter."

There was a pause, one that was too long for Henry to believe what ever came out of her mouth.

"Yes, you are."

xXx

Meanwhile, Violet found herself walking with Peter along the bridge connecting their town to the greater D.C area, unaware of the cracks beginning to show in her family, dragging Peter along for clothes shopping much to his chagrin, although it wasn't for her, it was for him.

"But I like my style!" he had whined, stomping his foot a little to add to the childishness. "I'm cool! I look cool!"

"Peter, you look like a dad trying to cling onto his youth, come on, one jacket, that's all I'll get you."

"Fine!"

So now, he was beside her, sulking like a toddler as he kicked at the rocks on the pavement. "Does it take this long to go to town? I thought it would be quicker." it usually is, he added in his head.

"Quit being such a baby." Violet elbowed him with a look Peter had dubbed one of her Mom Looks. The ones he ended up receiving when he said that. "We won't even be a minute, we'll just be looking."

"You sound like my..." this wasn't one of the Mom Looks, but a glare that made Peter trail off and shrink back. "Never mind."

They made it to town quicker than he had expected, but when he got there, time stopped. He had been shopping plenty of times with his mom and twin sister, and it was hell. It was like they refused to move quickly. Another thing he learned from shopping with girls, when they said they were only going to one store, they really meant five. He had a sneaking suspicion that she was doing this to pay him back for calling her likeness to his mother.

He huffed, his eyes travelling up and down his friend who was perusing a rack of letterman jackets. He noticed her attire once again, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately, just sort of seeing her. I mean, he's seen her a lot over the past 8 or so months, nearly everyday, but now, after Christmas and New Years, something was different in the way he looked at her. When he did, he found him lingering on her features, her soft smile, her mess of brown-blonde curls on her head that couldn't be controlled even if you tried, the way she moved made him want to take the slow road, to walk instead of run and most importantly her beautiful eyes, those eyes made of sunset that he could stare at for hours...

Wait a minute. Oh no...

"Hey, Vi." she turned around with a questioning look, quickly turning to concern as she saw the look on his face. He was staring off a bit to the side, as of he had spotted something. "Think we could leave early?"

"Why, what is it?" she spoke in a hushed tone, coming to his side. She sneakily tried to look to whatever he was looking at.

He started pushing her out of the store. "Do you remember Jason?"

She thought for a moment. "You mean the guy who insulted your hair?" she still hadn't gotten him back for that. She had intended to try and make sure the Sun blazed on him for the rest of the day, but apparently her powers didn't work like that.

She had been figuring things about her powers as the months went by. She now knew what she looked like when she went full power, and how exactly she did it. It was weird to explain, but Violet glowed with this yellow-orange light that burned everyone who touched her bar herself. She did realise that if she concentrated hard enough, the sun almost helped her. Coils of solar flares would descend from the sky into her hands and she could use them as whips or whatever she wanted. Violet was certain it was how she ended up with the two inch hole in her door. It was odd, but she found it exhilarating.

She pushed those thoughts away however as she felt Peter's hands hitting her back. "Come on, you're so slow!" He said through gritted teeth.

"Why is Jason important?" She asked, trying to look back but he just kept pushing.

"Ok, so you know how I said that he was cheating on the girl with another girl named Angela?"

She blinked as she tried to keep up with the speed of his words. "Y-yeah?"

"Well, turns out I wasn't wrong, he actually was cheating on that girl with someone named Angela, lucky guess, heh." his little nervous laugh at the end made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Peter, what did you do?"

"Come on, we gotta go!"

She crossed her arms. "If you don't tell me, I'll go back and ask Jason, I'm sure he'd love to tell me."

"I'll tell you when we get home, now come-"

"Hey, Jason-!"

Jason would turn his head around, thinking he heard his name when all he saw was nothing.

Just an empty street and a gust of wind.

xXx

Suddenly, Violet was not in the middle of town anymore, and she was facing the arcade machine in Peter's basement. She saw her reflection, still in the middle of phrasing the next word she was going to say, saw Peter's wide eyes, probably realising what he had done. Then began the word vomit.

"Ok, please don't freak out. I know this must be a little too much to take in, but I just didn't want to get involved with him especially since-" the next few sentences were lost on Violet, as she was still struggling to comprehend what had just happened and the fact that his mouth was spitting out at least six hundred words a breath. Eventually she caught back up.

"-and, my mom told me you would and now you are. Vi," he came to her side, knocking into her a bit, "please say something." He whispered.

She swallowed, her face turning green. "I'm gonna puke."

"I'm sor- you're what now?"

"I'm gonna throw up!"

He blinked. "Oh shit!" He cried in realisation, watching her gag. "Oh shit!" He dashed off and returned with a hamper which was then ruined as Violet emptied her stomach contents into the bucket. "That's cool," he grimaced, "my mom didn't need that anyway."

When she was finished, she looked up at him, her face now red and blotchy, her eyes watering and her nose running. Peter gave her a tissue. "Motion sickness." he told her. "Probably should have thought about that."

Violet looked him up and down after cleaning herself up. "You...are..." she rasped.

"Speedy, yeah." Peter laughed nervously again, placing a hand on her the side of her arm. "You're not gonna take off like the rest of them, are you?"

"Take off?"

"You know, run away, never come back. Add fuel to the fire that is I am the biggest freak in this neighbourhood. There's a reason I'm homeschooled, Vi, and it's because of my legs being unable to kept still." Peter gave a pained glance. "There's always been two worlds in my life, my world and theirs."

Violet broke out in a smile. "Well," her voice was thick with emotion, "looks like your world has a new inhabitant." he tilted his head a little and she stepped back. Peter stared in awe as the veins under her eyes began to glow in their yellow-orange hue, her body giving off a slight shine, he had to shield his eyes a bit, but she wasn't too harsh just yet. She lifted her arm where swirls of solar energy began to curl around her forearm and create a mini sun in the palm of her hand.

Peter gasped. "Awesome!" he said to himself.

There was a bit of silence as the glow faded before. "You're so cool!" was said in unison. "No, you're so cool!" spoken by both of them again.

"Wait, wait," Violet said, unable to contain her joy at finally finding another person like her, "but why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, I mean I wanted to." He shrugged. "No one was going to believe you if you decided to tell people. But my mom said to hold off, try and actually make a friend for once." She nodded and he began. "Hey, why didn't you tell me?"

Violet sighed. "To be honest, I'm not even sure if I believe it myself. I mean, the only reason why we moved here was because my powers started to manifest."

Peter chuckled. "It's like we were meant to be together." Violet joined in his laughter before another pause.

Then, her arms were looped around his neck, her head buried in his shoulder. She felt him react instantly, hugging her tightly, like he was afraid if he let go that she would fade away from his grasp. "Thank you," she whispered into his jacket.

"I should be thanking you." Peter said softly.

"Why?"

"Because my world just got a little bit bigger."

She giggled, still not letting go. After a few hours she left his house with not only a new outlook on her powers, but what could only be described as the beginnings of a crush on Peter Maximoff.

Peter? Well, he was already far too gone.

xXx

A/N: aww, and there we have it folks, the revelations. Next chapter we have what their relationship was like in Logan's timeline. I won't saw much, but you may need to bring the tissues.

Also, in regards to the opening, that was never meant to be a plot twist, or shocking moment, I just wanted to get it out of the way somyou guys have to watch Violet walk obliviously through life for a few(or, I should say a lot) of chapters. But boy, when she finds out...

As always, reviews are appreciated. Thank you for all the support so far! I think this may have been the quickest updated and longest chapter so far! Do not expect this all the time lol. See ya! - e