Things were… okay.

Things were okay.

On one hand; awesome boyfriend, awesome best friend, awesome biological dad.

On the other hand…

Angry stepfather, ashamed mother, two siblings pretending like she didn't exist, one confused brother, and one brother trying to act normal, but really failing.

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"This doesn't change anything at all; you're still Naomi," Isaac said, sounding more like he was trying to reassure himself than his sister.

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And the fights… Good lord the fights.

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"You can't just run off!" Mr. Parker yelled once Naomi had returned from her convo with Deadpool.

"I think I can when I find out you've been lying to me for SIXTEEN FUCKING YEARS!"

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She had reached an awkward standstill with her parents; they all acknowledged each other's presences, but they didn't talk about anything that happened. It was sort of like living with complete strangers.

Complete strangers that gave you clothes not to your taste and made lackluster cake for your awkwardly silent birthday dinner.

The Maximoffs made up for it the next day though; they bought her cake and Peter got her Sheer Heart Attack, which had not been released yet.

The day after that, though, was really when things started to go downhill.

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"Naomi! There's a package here for you!" Mrs. Parker called from the kitchen as Naomi returned home from school.

As the Parker kids tromped into the kitchen, grabbing snacks and looking at the long box with interest, Isaac passed Naomi his pocketknife.

Naomi sliced open the package and on top of some tissue paper was a note in the childish writing that made her grin.

"What's it say?" Isaac asked, sitting on the counter and munching on an apple.

"'To make up for missing seventeen years' worth of birthdays,'" Naomi said; there was some other stuff she'd opted to keep to herself.

"That's from your…" Michael cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Guess so," Naomi said, somewhat reluctant to showcase it to her whole family, who were watching with interest.

"Isn't that nice?" Mrs. Parker tried to sound supportive but came off terrified.

"Well, go on," Mr. Parker commanded gruffly.

Naomi sighed and pulled away the tissue paper before pausing.

"Oh, hell fucking yes."

"Young Lady! I will not allow such lang-." Mr. Parker cut off as she pulled out the gift.

A Katana.

He'd gotten her a freaking Katana.

It was a lot like his Katanas but instead of red accenting, it was dark blue.

"Is… is that a samurai sword?" Michael's voice wavered as the rest of the family was stock still.

"A Katana," Naomi said nonchalantly.

"Why?" Was all Isaac asked.

"They're his chosen weapon."

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Yeah, things got pretty weird after that.

And after Naomi got into an argument with her parents about displaying it in her bedroom.

She won that one.

But, all this, she could handle.

When things got bad she would go to the Maximoffs', where they would make her feel like she was truly home.

But then Peter started acting weird.

It was about three months after her birthday and one after his and Wanda's (which was impossible for her; She got Wanda some books that she knew she would love, but Peter? What do you get the guy that can literally get anything he wants? The answer to that particular riddle is sex. You get him sex) and he'd started avoiding her.

He didn't say anything outright; he just stopped calling her as much and he never asked her over, if they saw each other he'd take her out somewhere. Which was nice and all, but she missed Magda and Lorna, and she had the distinct feeling that something was up.

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"Is Peter mad at me?" Naomi asked as she leaned next to Wanda's locker.

"What? No," Wanda said, frowning "What makes you say that?"

"He's been acting weird, is all," Naomi said, shrugging slightly.

"Naomi," Wand said, her voice filled with sincerity "I can promise he's not mad at you."

"Okay," Naomi said, really only feeling slightly better.

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She really wanted to go over the Maximoffs', but she got the feeling that she wasn't wanted, which hurt.

She didn't fit with her family anymore; when she'd revealed her powers or, hell, before, she'd had the drumbeat in her head that reminded her that they were her blood, if nothing else.

But they weren't.

The one thing she felt had kept her bound to them was broken; now, she only really felt the familial bond with Isaac and slightly to Michael.

On one hand, she'd been unshackled.

On the other, she was still in the cage.

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Naomi sighed as she heard her family having a quiet discussion downstairs; they were talking about her again. She tried to focus on her book, but she couldn't quite do it.

"Hey." Naomi jumped and looked over to find Peter holding out flowers to her.

"Hey," She said, taking them from him; Tulips "What are these for?"

"It's the anniversary of when we met," Peter said, smiling happily.

"It is?" Naomi asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I know," Peter said, laughing.

"All that stuff that happened… and it was all because two teenage dumbasses that thought breaking into the Pentagon would be fun," Naomi said.

"I don't regret it in the least," Peter said proudly, making Naomi giggle and kiss him.

"… What's been up with you lately, by the way?" Naomi asked, Peter looking sheepish but pleased.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," Naomi said immediately, Peter smiling.

"Then, hold onto me and don't open your eyes until I say so." Naomi sighed and acquiesced, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his neck before feeling air whiz pass her.

"Can I open them?" Naomi asked.

"Nope, hold on," Peter said, situating her in a certain position "Alright."

She opened her eyes and her jaw dropped.

An apartment.

Peter had gotten his own apartment, filled with all stuff from the basement and some things she hadn't seen before.

"This is yours?" Naomi asked, looking around; it was nice.

"Well, I was thinking it could be ours," Peter admitted, looking slightly bashful as Naomi turned to him with wide eyes.

"Really?"

"Of course," Peter replied, laughing as Naomi tackled him in a hug.

"Wait," Naomi pulled back to look at Peter suspiciously "How are you paying for this?"

"Believe it or not, I actually got a job."

Peter blushed as Naomi looked at him with a blank stare.

"You got a job?" Naomi asked slowly.

"I did!"

"Who are you and what have you done with Peter?!" Naomi said, pulling away as Peter rolled his eyes.

"It's not like I'm doing anything different; I'm just stealing certain things for the bossman," Peter explained.

"These guys… are they…" Naomi started worriedly.

"They're the good guys, I checked; they're like the Homeland Security," Peter promised, smiling as Naomi began to explore the apartment "Actually, they want to hire you once you're out of school."

"Seriously?" Naomi asked, surprised.

"Yup," Peter said, smiling happily "We could work together and they're actually pretty cool; they're ignoring my stealing and my underage girlfriend who might start living with me while making sure that no one else arrests me."

"My boyfriend; a government pawn," Naomi teased, Peter rolling his eyes "What're they called?"

"Something really long, I don't know; didn't bother to learn it," Peter shrugged, Naomi laughing.

"Oh, And, by the way, there's no might about me living with you," Naomi said, smirking.

"You will?" Peter asked excitedly.

"Of course I will," Naomi laughed as Peter covered her face with kisses.

"You know…" Peter started, smirking slightly "Having our own apartment has its advantages."

"Like?" Naomi teased.

"Well, no more worrying about my family walking in on us," Peter said, playing with the hemline of her shirt.

"Now, that's something I can get behind."

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"Where have you been?!" Mr. Parker demanded as Naomi entered the house.

"With Peter." The rest of the Parkers rolling their eyes as Isaac sighed.

"Young Lady, I have had it up to here with you! You can't go out when you please and you definitely can't go out with Peter unsupervised."

"She has for the past few months," Isaac pointed out.

"Well, no more; for now on, one of your siblings will accompany you. I won't have people thinking that this family is the type to let their daughters run wild," Mr. Parker said.

"That's pretty sexist, dad," Isaac said.

"I won't listen to you spew propaganda; women need to stay pure, and that's just the way it is. And as long as Naomi lives under my roof, she'll adhere to that," Mr. Parker said.

"Are you going to say anything?" Isaac asked, waiting for his sister to blow up.

"Okay."

"Wait, what?" Michael said, all of the family looking at her with wide eyes.

"Okay, as long as I live under your roof I'll have chaperones and stay pure," Naomi said "Can I go to my room?"

"… Yes, you can," Mr. Parker said slowly, frowning as Naomi smiled and headed up the staircase.

"Well, that went well," Mrs. Parker said happily "Maybe she's finally shaping up."

"OH!" Naomi said cheerily, coming back down the stairs "I have something to tell you and it completely slipped my mind; I'm moving out."

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"No, no, no, I changed my mind, you're not moving in with him," Mr. Parker fumed, Naomi exchanging a look with Isaac; it was the fifth time her dad had changed his mind "I won't allow my daughter to live with a boy while unwed."

"Is Anna trying to move in with her beau?" Naomi asked as she continued folding her clothes into a box.

"What? No," Mr. Parker said.

"Then why are you worried; it's not like I'm your daughter."

"I have supported you for seventeen years! You'll do as I say, daughter or not."

"Yeah, I'm not," Naomi said, becoming cold "And how would it feel for everyone in the community to find out your wife fucked a mutant mercenary?"

Mr. Parker's face became stony.

"You better be out by Monday."

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Naomi went to bed on Saturday; all of her stuff boxed and ready to go.

Naomi awoke on Sunday to find that all her stuff was gone and all that was left was a note saying "Don't worry, got them for you while you were asleep so we wouldn't have to drag this out any longer than necessary. I'll be there at eleven, please be ready to go. Love, Peter."

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Breakfast was an awkward affair as the family was quiet; four of them mad, one of them crying ashamed tears, and one of them actually sad.

"Peter said he'd be here at eleven, and he's known for being impatient so I'm going to say goodbye now," Naomi said at 10:50

"Don't we need to move the boxes?" Isaac asked.

"No, Peter took them last night," Naomi explained, before turning to her parents "Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks for not being as bad as you could've been."

Mrs. Parker cried harder before smothering her daughter in a hug.

"And, thanks for not sticking your noses in my business all that much," Naomi said to Anna and Joseph, both nodding.

"And, Michael… I'm sorry that I can't be the little sister you remember or want, and I'm sorry that this made us break apart. But, if it means anything, I still love you."

Michael hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry I can't be the older brother you need. And I love you too."

Once they pulled away, Naomi turned to Isaac and opened her mouth like she wanted to say something before shutting it and shrugging. Isaac nodded in return and engulfed her in a hug.

"Come visit," Isaac said.

"Once I settle in, you can visit me," Naomi replied, smiling up at her older brother before turning as a car horn went off "Sounds like my ride's here."

"See you soon?" Isaac asked.

"Promise."

As Naomi made her way to the front door, taking one last look at the house that she'd lived in ever since she was born. For a moment, she waited for the sadness of leaving home to kick in, but it didn't, and she realized;

This wasn't her home.

And it hadn't been for a very long time.

So, with a light heart, she walked out to where Peter waited. She slid into the passenger's seat, Peter smiling a goofy grin at her before leaning forward to switch on the radio.

If I Could Save Time In A Bottle.

"Ready to go home, Poltergeist?"

The first thing that I'd like to do.

Naomi grabbed his hand tightly, looking back at the Parkers and their suburban house. Then she looked back at Peter, who was looking at her with hopeful eyes.

Is to save every day till eternity passes away.

"I think I already am, Quicksilver," Naomi said, leaning over to kiss Peter.

Just to spend them with you.

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Naomi and Peter swung their arms as they walked up to their apartment.

"Ready?" Peter asked, going to unlock the door.

"As I'll ever be," Naomi replied.

Peter swung the door open.

Naomi reached for her knife.

Because there was someone inside.

Peter grabbed her wrist before she could do anything and sent her a reassuring look before turning to the man standing by the window.

"Whatdaya want, Bossman?"

"You know why I'm here, Pietro."

Peter sighed.

"You couldn't let us have one day, huh?"

"Sorry."

"Who are you?" Naomi asked.

"Your boyfriend's boss."

"Yeah, got that bit. Who are you?" Naomi asked again, the man smirking slightly.

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"Nick Fury, with SHIELD."

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"And I'm here to talk to you about the Avenger initiative."

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To Be Continued.

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A/N

Sequel is up on my profile (and no, it won't be about this)