The moment Peter opened his eyes, he sprang up from the ground, his body tensing instinctively as his gaze swept across his surroundings.
Then—
He froze.
Shock flickered across his face.
What had once been Liberty Island—filled with trees, monuments, and structures—was now… gone.
Completely gone.
All that remained was a vast, empty expanse.
"...Empty."
That was the only word Peter could think of.
It was as if a giant eraser had wiped the entire island clean, removing every trace of what once existed.
Everything—
Had vanished.
"Wait… where are they?!"
The realization hit him instantly.
His expression changed.
Without hesitation, he began scanning the area—but quickly realized how inefficient that was.
The next second—
A formless wave of mental energy spread outward from him.
Like an advanced radar, his thoughts swept across the entire island in an instant.
And just as quickly—
He found them.
"Jean! Wanda!"
Peter shouted.
His telekinesis activated instinctively, propelling his body forward with an invisible force.
He crossed half the island in a heartbeat—
And caught Wanda in his arms.
Soft.
Warm.
Her body was limp, her strength completely drained.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice low.
Wanda's cheeks flushed slightly as she looked at him.
In reality, only a short moment had passed.
But in that shared mental world—
In the dream Peter had woven—
It felt like they had lived through an entire lifetime.
Even if most of the details had faded…
The emotions hadn't.
The closeness.
The intimacy.
They lingered.
And now, being held in his arms again—
Everything felt strangely natural.
Peter, however, showed no intention of letting go.
His arms tightened slightly as he lifted her in a princess carry, then immediately moved again—heading toward Jean.
On the way, he passed by Magneto, who lay unconscious on the ground.
Peter didn't even spare him a glance.
Because honestly—
What was the point of fighting bosses when your girls needed saving?
Bosses respawn.
But if you lose your girl—
Who's going to give you another one?
…
By the time Peter reached Jean, Wanda was still in his arms, her body relaxed as she unconsciously leaned against him.
His clothes, once soaked, had already been dried by the intense energy earlier.
Breathing in the faint, familiar scent from him, Wanda's mind drifted again to those half-real, half-illusory memories.
Meanwhile—
Jean's condition was worse.
When Peter found her, she had already lost consciousness.
Gently setting Wanda down beside him, Peter crouched and lifted Jean into his arms as well.
In that dream world, the three of them had long since crossed the boundaries of strangers.
So even now—
Wanda showed no sign of discomfort.
To her, this didn't feel wrong.
This—
Was the terrifying nature of psychic power.
A telepath could invade minds, alter memories, even reshape a person's identity entirely.
Someone like Professor Xavier could make a human believe they were a pig—crawling on all fours, rooting in the dirt without question.
Peter hadn't done anything that extreme.
He hadn't changed their memories.
He had simply created a world—
And let them live in it.
What changed wasn't who they were—
But how they felt about him.
They had only just met.
Had barely even spoken before.
And yet—
Wanda could accept being held in his arms without hesitation.
"Jean…"
Peter adjusted her position, letting her head rest gently against his chest.
Carefully, he reached out with his still-developing psychic abilities, probing her consciousness.
And what he found—
Shocked him.
Inside Jean—
Was something violent.
Chaotic.
Like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
A force that could consume everything at any moment.
But—
The moment his presence touched it—
Something changed.
The raging energy…
Calmed.
Like a lost child on the brink of collapse suddenly finding its way home—
It quieted.
"Mm…"
Jean let out a soft sound.
Her eyes slowly opened.
When she saw Peter—
There was no shock.
Only relief.
A faint sense of reassurance.
But unlike Wanda—
Jean was older.
More mature.
Her life experiences had shaped her into someone far more grounded.
Her thoughts—
Her boundaries—
Were clearer.
She gently pushed against Peter's chest, trying to pull away from his embrace.
"Hey—don't move," Peter said, tightening his hold slightly. "You're not in any condition to be walking around yet."
Ignoring her startled expression, he held her firmly in place.
"You—!"
Jean's face, a mix of embarrassment and irritation.
Wanda might be close to Peter's age—
But Jean?
She was an adult.
In her eyes, Peter was practically a kid.
Even if they had shared that strange dream…
Even if those emotions lingered…
Accepting it so suddenly—
Wasn't easy.
Around them, others were beginning to stir.
Groans.
Shouts.
People slowly regaining consciousness.
Which only made Jean more flustered.
Her struggle grew stronger.
She tried harder to break free from Peter's arms.
But—
Peter had no intention of letting her go.
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