5. Wanda

                                    

                                          

  I had been living with the Maximoff's for 3 months now. Every first of the month I would go home to my dimension to assure my family and friends I was alive and not kidnapped.
                          
  Ms. Maximoff is always super kind to me, I mean, she let a stranger live in her house as long as I helped Peter watch Lorna when she was at work, didn't burn the house down, and didn't steal anything big enough to get the cops' attention. She even enrolled me in Peter's school, (which is really boring and most of their information is wrong and SO outdated!).
I don't know how I can ever repay her.
                          
  Speaking of school, if I don't hurry Peter's gonna leave without me and I'll be late!
                          
  I ran down-stairs and grabbed a piece of fresh toast from the kitchen and rushed over to the door where a certain speedster was waiting. As soon as I put my shoes on Peter picked me up and we said good bye to Lorna and their mom. I closed my eyes and felt the tell-tale wind surge past, correction: felt as we surged past the wind, causing my (H/L) hair to whip the sides of my face.
                          
  We had every class together and spent each class passing notes, making weird faces at each other from across the room, telling jokes, and pulling pranks on the teacher. I have NEVER been more happy to go to school than I was with Peter.
                          
  At lunch, we sat down at our usual table when I thought of a question that had, surprisingly, never crossed my mind, "Peter?"
                          
  "Yeah?" He called back as he looked across the table at me.
                          
  "How come no one (besides me) ever sits by you? Surely you have other friends you'd rather sit by more than lil' ol' me,"
                          
  Peter dropped his gaze to the table, he sat like that a while, thinking of what to say. "(Y/N)," He paused, choosing his words carefully, "you know how not everyone is okay with mutants, and how not every mutant looks normal? Well, with my hair, no one wants to sit by me. No one wants to be friends with the Freak." I could see he was slowly getting upset.
                          
  I almost said something like 'But Peter, you're not a freak,' when I realized something, "Yeah, you are a freak." Peter looked up, startled, confused, and a bit hurt by my statement. "You're the most awesome freak I know. You're funny, no, hilarious, and cool, and really great at coming up with things to do. You're kind, energetic, sweet, and very skilled with ping-pong. If other people don't want to hang around you because of this, then it's their loss!" My voice rose a bit at the end there in order to get my point across. "Guess what? You are NOT the only freak out there, I might not be noticeable but I am just as much a Freak as you and I AM proud of it! Us freaks, we need to stick together because while others don't see it, we are weird, and strange, but also cool, and amazing. Our powers aren't who we are, so why should we let people judge us by them?" I gasped for breath after finishing my rant of a speech.
                          
  "...Wow..." was all Peter could manage to get out after my talk. He sat there with wide eyes as I sat back down (aparently, while talking, I had stood up and leaned over on the table so I was staring directly into his face). 
                          
  I looked over to his untouched lunch and raised an eyebrow[(s), If you can't only raise one like me, it's both eyebrows] "Are you going to eat that?" I jabbed my fork towards the sandwich that was calling my name.
                          
  That seemed to bring him out of his trance, for he snatched up his sandwich and with a playful laugh, he growled the word mine. The devious spark returned to his eyes.
                          
~Time skip to after school because I don't know what they would've taught back then~
                          
  Once Peter ran us home I pulled out my key only to find that the door was unlocked. ?
                          
  All I could think of was something bad had happened, Magda ALWAYS keeps the door locked.
                          
  I brought my hands up, my powers ready to fight off whatever was inside. Peter seemed to think the same thing, as he put his goggles back on and tensed up, ready to spring into action.
                          
  He opened a door and let out a sigh of relief as a charming smile consumed his features. He's so hot when he smiles like that. Who am I kidding, he's always hot! Little did I know, the stranger talking to Lorna heard my thoughts as she turned at the sound of the door opening.
                          
  "PETER!!!" The chick joyfully exclaimed running over and threw her arms around him. "I missed you SO much!" She pulled away and locked her gaze on me. " I was gone for like, what? 5 minutes, and you get yourself a girlfriend? Nice job, she's cute. Up top!" She turned back to an embarrassed Peter. I noticed she had an accent, but I couldn't tell where from.
                          
  "She's-she's not my girlfriend. " He stammered a bit. An almost undetectable blush stained his ears and creeped up his neck.
                          
  "Uh-huh, sure. She put her hand out for me to shake. "Hi, I'm Wanda. Sorry for being so rude as to not introduce myself earlier." She smiled widely. 
                          
  "H-hi, I'm (Y/N)! Is that a Sokovian accent?" OMG! I'M TALKING TO THE SCARLET WITCH!! 
                          
  She raised an eyebrow, Sh!t, did she hear that? Wanda gave an almost imperceptible nod. Hi! Sorry, let me explain... How do I put this into words?
                          
  You don't have to. Her voice sounded through my mind. I accidently read your thoughts when you first entered, I know your situation. But please don't tell anyone about the Avengers? I haven't told anyone how the "school" I was sent to was a Hydra base or how the Avengers rescued me. I'm just not ready to tell them about Ultron or what happened in Sokovia. They only know what the news said and I made sure not to be filmed.
                          
  You got it. My lips are sealed! I looked over and saw both Peter and Lorna just sitting there, staring at Wanda and I.
                          
  "You guys have been just standing there, watching each other for, like, twelve minutes! What were you talki-thinking- about?" Peter asked.
                          
  "Oh, nothing. I was just telling her that she'll have to sleep in your room now that I'm back" Wanda smirked evilly at the sight of Peter's burning red face.
                          
  "I'm kidding! It is WAY too dangerous for you two to sleep in the same room. We don't want mini Peter's and (Y/N)'s running around now, do we?" Now it was my turn to turn a bright cherry red.
                          
  Wanda was laughing so hard at our expressions that she actually doubled over. "Teasing you two will be way too much fun!" Still laughing, she grabbed my arm and tugged me along behind her to her room.
                          
  "Alright. How are we gonna do this? You get right side of the bed, I get left? Help me unpack my bags, would you?" We spent the rest of the day re-arranging the room and re-organizing the drawers so that both of our stuff fits.
                          
  "Now, my brother. How do you feel about him? It's obvious to me he likes you and I don't want you to break his heart." Wanda stared coolly directly into my (E/C) orbs.
                          
(Another A/N): 1,293 words! Woo! Sorry for not posting in a while, the first weekend of the month I saw Katy Perry in concert, so I didn't have time to write then (but it was awesome). And ever since, I've been busy with homework, Bleh. But I finally have a bit of time! Yay! Sorry if it's not the best quality, and if there's grammar or spelling errors, please tell me! And as always, Please vote on the chapter! 
                          
                      ~💙Kristy_ships_it✌️