The door swung open, revealing the familiar comfort of Peter's home. "Ben, May, I'm home!" Peter's voice echoed through the house, carrying a mix of relief and exhaustion.

Aunt May emerged from the living room, her face adorned with a warm smile. "Welcome back, Peter," she greeted him, embracing him in a tight hug. "How was your day?"

Peter returned the hug, finding solace in the familiar embrace. "It was... eventful," he replied, a hint of weariness in his voice. "Flash decided to pick a fight again. But, I handled it."

Ben, joined them in the hallway. He placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, a silent gesture of support. "You did the right thing, standing up for yourself," Ben reassured him. "But remember, you should try to resolve fights with words, that's what I've always told you." he ruffled his hair.

Peter nodded, grateful for their unwavering support. "Thanks, Ben. I know it's just... sometimes it's hard, you know? "

May squeeze his hand gently, her eyes filled with empathy. "We understand, Peter. But never forget that there is strength in your resilience."

Over a comforting meal prepared by May, they shared stories of their day, finding solace and laughter in each other's company.

"May, do you want me to take the trash out?" Peter asked, rising from his chair. Aunt May, busy washing the pots, turned to him with a grateful smile. "Yes, please. It would be a real help, Peter."

Peter swiftly tied up the trash bag and made his way outside. As he stepped outside, he caught sight of a familiar figure. "Oh, hi Wanda!" he called out, raising his hand in a friendly wave.

Wanda, who had been engrossed in a book on the porch, looked up and returned the greeting with a warm smile. "Hello, Peter," she replied. As they walked together towards the trash bins, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked, laughed, and had the occasional playful banter.

Once the trash was disposed of, they lingered outside for a moment, enjoying the pleasant breeze. Peter glanced at Wanda, a question forming in his mind. "Hey, Wanda, do you ever just wonder about quirks?"

Wanda's expression turned thoughtful as she considered his question. "Sometimes," she replied softly. "Like I know that quirks are a part of who we are, but do they really define us completely?" she leaned against the fence dividing them, "I personally think it's what we choose to do with them that matters."

Peter nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I've been trying to figure out how to make a difference, even without a quirk."

Wanda stared up looking at the moon before saying. "You don't need a quirk to make a difference. You are smart and have a whole lot of determination. Think about all the stuff you've done for me."

Peter thought about one vivid memory from when they were both younger…

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Peter's young heart raced with a mixture of fear and determination. Standing up to Eugene was never an easy task. But something inside him urged him to protect Wanda, to stand up against him.

Undeterred by Eugene's taunting, Peter straightened his small frame and looked directly into his eyes. "You don't scare me Eugene," he declared, his voice filled with bravery. "You shouldn't make fun of Wanda just because she's different. It's not nice!"

Eugene's smirk wavered for a moment as Peter's words struck a chord. But the next instant, his quirk materialized, ready for a confrontation. The dark liquid swirled around his arms.

As Eugene lunged forward, aiming to intimidate him.

As the fist went flying at him Peter braced himself for what has about to happen closing his eyes. But nothing hit him, as peter opened his eyes he saw Eugene covered in a red aura he was struggling to move.

Wanda watched from the sidelines, her eyes wide as she pushed her hand out. She was concentrating with sweat on her forehead her quirk was activated holding Eugene in place after a few seconds she dropped Eugene on the floor to were he dropped to his knees

After the dust settled from the intense confrontation between Eugene and Peter, the scene was quickly filled with concerned adults. Ben rushed over to Peter, followed closely by Magda and Harrison, Eugene's father. Their faces reflected a mix of worry and sternness as they assessed the situation.

Ben reached Peter first, offering a comforting presence. "Peter, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Peter nodded, still catching his breath. "Yeah, I'm fine, Uncle Ben," he replied, his voice slightly shakey.

Magda and Harrison quickly joined the conversation, their expressions a mix of worry and disappointment. Magda gently touched Wanda's shoulder, making sure she was okay, while Harrison stood in front of Eugene, arms crossed.

Harrison's voice held a firm tone as he addressed his son. "Eugene, we've talked about this before. Using your quirk to harm others is not acceptable, and neither is engaging in fights. It's dangerous!."

Eugene looked down, his earlier bravado dissipating. As they walked off Eugene muttered "Yes sir."

After they were finished being told off Wanda went over to Peter. "Thank you for standing up for me," she whispered softly. "You're my hero."

~~~

As Peter finished reminiscing, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He couldn't resist teasing Wanda a little. "You know, Wanda, I had to do it since you do a lot of stupid stuff," he playfully remarked, unable to hold back his mischievous nature.

Wanda couldn't hold back her laughter, "Yeah I do." She said whilst snickering.

After their lighthearted banter, Peter and Wanda continued chatting, enjoying each other's company like always.

As the moon shone, casting a cold white glow over the neighbourhood, Wanda's mother called her from inside their house. Wanda's face fell slightly, not wanting their conversation to end so soon.

"I guess I have to go," Wanda said with a hint of disappointment, her eyes lingering on Peter.

Peter nodded understandingly, though he couldn't hide a tinge of sadness in his expression. "Yeah, duty calls. But hey, see you tomorrow?"

Wanda replied, "see you tomorrow Peter!" she waved at him as she went inside.

After a minute or so Peter went inside as well. He spent some time with May and Ben but after a while he felt tired so he made his way to his room. Peter's gaze fell upon a photograph of his parents on his bedside table. He thought about it a lot as he stared at the photo and how things could have been different.

As he settled into bed, Peter's mind raced with these ideas and instead of sleeping he got on his laptop and started working as he typed up a storm.

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