#xmen apocalyse imagine

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n:

not requested

“Liz.” You nudged her arm as an unfamiliar mutant walked into the establishment, one that didn’t sit too well with you.

“I see him.” She and you watched with a close eye as he approached, knowing that he was guaranteed to start some trouble. Both of you went on the offensive with a snap of your fingers moments before the blue mutant offered you power you’d never felt for as long as the two of you had lived.

You two exchanged identical glances, already knowing what your answer would be. Once your guard was lowered, you decided to grab onto her hand and give it a squeeze to subtly show your excitement. It had only been years since you began sitting on a broken wooden stool beside her, watching mutants like you walk in and out in search of better lives.

Now you’d have purpose, and you’d have it alongside her.

taglist: @locke-writes // @randomawesomeperson102 // @captainshazamerica // @ravenmoore14 // @thisetaernallove //

[tweetyshit]

Ya gotta be safe in candy stores. (Peter Maximoff)

Summary: Peter REALLY likes going shopping for candy.

Requested by @phancycon

Warnings: Mild swearing.

42. Stop being so cute

45. safety first, what are you FIVE?

Saturday, the best day of the week in the eyes of you and your boyfriend Peter. 1. because there's no school and having no school equals unlimited freedom and endless possibilities. And 2. the candy store. Ah the candy store, the place you went to every Saturday to satisfy all your sweet tooth needs. It was kinda like a tradition for you two. You've gone there every Saturday since Peter broke his leg during the fight against apocalypse. Today was no different, even if his leg was healed.

The speedster was running around the shop on his newly healed leg, coming up to you with every single thing he found.

“Hey (Y/N) look what I found!” he says showing you a packet.

“Peter you don't even like chocolate covered raisins! You say they're not sweet enough.” you scoff, shaking your head.

“Pleassssseeee.” he begs, giving you the puppy dog face which he knew you couldn't refuse.

“Ugh fineee.” you say dragging out your e in exasperation.

“Yes!” Peter exclaims, rushing over to you and peppering kisses all over your face making you giggle.

“Hey, Peter....” you say as he was walking away.

“Yeet?” he asks turning around and quickly so his silver hair flicks in his face.

“Stop being so cute.”

You both smile and Peter points finger guns at you before running off again.

You hop into the driver's seat as Peter scrambles in beside you. You had just passed your drivers test the day before because Peter had been driving you around previously. Yeah, not making that mistake again.

You were just stepping on the gas when you were interrupted by a screaming Peter.

“WAIT!” he hollers, causing you to jump.

“WHAT?!” you scream from the fright he gave you.

“Safety first. he states simply, taking off his goggles and placing them over your eyes.

“Safety first, what are you FIVE?!”  you tease.

“Listen, hun. I don't want you getting dust in your eyes and driving us into the fiery depths of hell. So you're wearing the goggles.” Peter sasses while pointing his finger at you.

You raise your hands in defense. “Jesus, fine Ill wear the goggles.” you say then begin driving back to the mansion. 

A/N: if this gets to.... 50 likes ill do part 2 about Peter and his hate for chocolate raisins.

[callmehopeless]

43 with Alex summers? For the follower prompt thingy if that's ok :3

43: “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” ft. Alex SummersPart of my 1000 Follower Fun drabbles set

Hot sweat clung to Alex’s t-shirt as he leaned his shoulder against the gritty brickwork of the mansion. The summer sun was blinding, the gel in his hair leaving the smell of old aftershave in his wake. He wrinkled his nose, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets with a sly smile.(y/n) leaned back on her heels, cracking her knuckles and smiling wryly at Hank who stood opposite, kicking off his shoes and shaking his feet.“I don’t want to be carrying out a body bag today, you know” Alex scoffed.Hank adjusted his glasses, a half-smile playing at the corners of his mouth.“I’ll go easy on her”.

Alex looked up, a curl of blonde hair falling over his eyes.“It’s not her I’m worried about”.(y/n) chuckled, sweeping her hair back over her shoulder with her wrist. She straightened her back; intensity growing in her eyes as she spread her feet and dropped into a defensive stance.Hank let out a cry, throwing his weight forward. Alex tensed, his fists gripping against the inside of his jeans.(y/n) barely flinched, her face icy, determined.When Hank was just inches away from her, face contorted with concentration; he flew into the air, limbs flailing as he landed on his back, gravel crunching with the impact.

Alex felt his breath hitch in his throat, his heart pounding as his eyes darted to her. She blew her hair out from around her face, biting her lip.God. She was incredible.He felt something stir in his chest - some primal feeling deep within him. He bit his lip, his jeans suddenly too hot, not fitting quite right against his skin.He wanted…Well, he knew what he wanted.She rushed over to help Hank up with light and deliberate steps; but he just shrugged her off, looking a little dazed from the whole incident. He shot Alex a look - something Alex couldn’t quite read.(y/n) then strutted over to Alex, a grin wide on her face as she pushed her back against the wall, folding her arms.“How’d I do, Summers?” she breathed, raising a brow to him.Alex felt dizzy. He leaned in, swallowing hard.“You have no idea how much I want you right now.” he muttered, his breath burning hot in his throat.(y/n) flushed red, lowering her eyes to his lips.“You know, I was just thinking the same thing”.

[moonlit-imagines]

Take It Slow

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello darling, can I please request a Peter Maximoff imagine about him dating a non-mutant girl and he slowly has to introduce her to his superspeed and not scare her away? xxx”

You watched at Peter tapped his foot rapidly.

“You good, Peter?” You asked. Peter looked up at you, still tapping.

“Oh, yeah, I’m all good here.” He told you. “Just a little...”

“Nervous?” You finished his sentence.

“How could I not be when I’m around someone as perfect as yourself?” He replied.

“Very smooth, I’m impressed.” You chuckled. “Come here.” You waved him near, and he complied. He sat next to you and leaned his head on your shoulder, entwining his hand in your own.

“So, you remember how I told you I could run like, really fast?” Peter asked you. You nodded. “Okay, don’t freak out.” He suddenly appeared on the other side of that room with a rush of air.

“What just happened..?” You stared at him as he awkwardly smiled.

“Surprise,” he said weakly, “I’m a mutant. A fast one.” You stared in disbelief. “You okay?”

“Yeah...” You chuckled. “Just wondering why you didn’t tell me sooner?”

“Oh...” He sped back to your side, startling you. And confusing you because he had a box of pizza in hand. “What were you saying? Oh! I waited to tell you because...well, it tends to scare people off.”

“Really? Why?” You asked. Peter laughed at your question, but you just looked at him.

“Oh, you were serious? It’s just not very common, I guess. Not everyone likes mutants, sadly. I love to embrace my mutation, but I didn’t want to put what we have in jeopardy.” He smiled, waiting for your answer.

“I think it’s badass, it’s sweet that you waited until I was a little more...acclimated.” You kissed his cheek and he blushed. “Any other surprises you’d like to share with me?”

“Not today!”

[moonlit-imagines]

Klutz

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw

a/n: ive never written smut before LMAO give feedback pls ! its ! bad !!!

prompt: anonymous: “sweet girl I have a smutty request: quicksilver and his girl trying to do the dirty, he is clearly clumsy and can't contain himself so she has to keep stopping him and trying to slow him down and it ends up beign a mess of giggles and sex?”

You and Peter had been making out on the couch for a while now. You sat on his lap, his hands were grasping your thighs and moving up towards your ass. You could feel him getting hard underneath you. Truth be told, you were soaking.

You moved your hand lower and lower until you reached his bulge, he moaned at your touch.

“Wanna do something about that?” He asked between kisses. You smiled into the following kiss.

“You know it, baby.” And with that, you were laid out on his bed. Peter was in the nude and holding a condom package in his mouth. You were still clothed, surprisingly.

“I checked if anyone was here and locked the door just in case.” He told you as he ripped the condom wrapper open. “Are you ready for the best sex of your life?” Peter dressed his length for the occasion.

“As long as you take it slow.” You crossed your arms and leaned back, then Peter was on top of you and pinning your arms above your head.

“No promises.” He pulled your shirt off and started working on pleasing you. Peter began to kiss your neck, he bit and sucked little marks all around, quickly moving lower and lower until he reached your breast. He slid his arm under your back and unhooked your bra, then ripped it off.

“Hey! Ease up, Maximoff.” You giggled. Peter extended his tongue and flicked it against your nipple, you smiled with pleasure. He began to suck gently, but finished quickly and made his way down to your zipper. Next thing you knew, you weren’t wearing any pants. Your underwear was still there, Peter’s teeth were clamped to the crotch. After pulling that off, his mouth met your clit, he got to work sucking there, his tongue making its rounds here and there. He slid two fingers inside of you and started pumping. You immediately started moaning.

“You like that?” Peter asked, licking his lips and moving faster, staring to curl his fingers.

“Woah!” You arched your back. “Peter...slow...down...” You gasped between words. He realized his speed was way over the limit and paced himself a little better. “As much as I love a vibrator, that’s too much for me.” You both laughed as Peter went ahead with his actions. He licked around your pussy and worked to clean up the mess he had just caused.

“Ready, Princess?” He stood above you on his knees, you nodded to him and let him take control of you. He lined himself up and put himself inside of you, then he got right to it. In and out, in and out. Pulsing faster than you were used to. You arched your back once more and grabbed his arm, moaning loudly. He slowed himself a bit. “Sorry.” He lowered his head into the crook of your neck and began nibbling around that region while you giggled. “Better?”

“Much better.” You bit your lip and he thrusted inside of you, you let out a small whimper.

“Feel good?” Peter asked.

“Very.” You answered him. He kept a steady pace for a moment, then started going faster once more.

“Oh, fuck.” You whispered. Peter stopped and chuckled a bit. His silver hair hung over his eyes and sweat beaded around his forehead. Sweat was just about everywhere else, as well. He pulled out and laid next to you. “Stopping already?”

“I’m going too fast.” He told you and you giggled a little bit. “What?”

“Just keep going!” You jumped on top of him. “Better yet, let me help your little speed issue.” You moved back until you were between his legs, pulled the condom off and discarded it. Peter stared down at you with a smirk on his face. You opened your mouth to put his dick inside and gently sucked on it, Peter hummed in response. You wrapped your hand around the base and moved it in rhythm of your mouth.

Not long after, Peter finished, his cum leaked into your mouth as he moaned. You swallowed it up and cleaned him with your tongue.

“Thank you, dear.” He brought his hands up and behind his head, you crawled next to him and placed your head on his chest, he pulled the covers over the two of you and wrapped an arm around your waist. You sure knew how to show him a good time.

[moonlit-imagines]

Apprentice

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n: oof lets see how i do. im gonna make this set around apocalypse bc dark phoenix was a shit show

prompt: @dadnetooo: “Peter Maximoff x Young Apprentice Mutant of Erik?”

Your mentor, Erik, was a stern man. He wanted you to gain control over your powers, but you didn’t know if it was possible at this point. Pyrokinesis was your mutation, burning city blocks was your unintentional art. Erik was a man of forgiveness, in the right setting. He took you in and taught you control.

You decided you wanted to get out in the world, which Erik understood. He gave you the information for Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters and told you to start there. You followed his instructions and started your travels to New York.

Upon arrival, you approached the door and let yourself in. It is a school, after all. No need to knock. After a few steps in, you were greeted by a man in a wheelchair.

“Hello and welcome, what brings you here?” He asked you.

“You must be the Professor,” you shook his hand, “I’m y/n, my mentor sent me here.” You explained. He nodded along with what you told him. “I need some extra help with my mutation.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Right this way.” He led you to his office. “I’d just love to speak to you for one moment, then I’ll have someone give you a tour and show you to your quarters.” Charles informed you.

“It’s that simple?” You asked him in a tone of disbelief. He answered with a simple “indeed” and brought you into his office. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

“Please, sit down.” Charles instructed and you complied. “Okay, so your name is y/n, correct? And last name?”

“L/N.”

“Okay, good. And your mutation?” He questioned.

“Pyrokinesis.” You answered.

“Splendid! And you mentioned a mentor, may I ask of their name?” He looked up from the paper, staring and waiting for a response.

“Oh...” you hesitated. “His name is...Erik. Erik Lehnsherr.” Charles stared blankly at you, then set down his pen.

“Ah, yes, Erik. It’s been a while since I’ve seen the good man.” He picked his pen and wrote something down on a separate piece of paper, then closed his eyes, probably to do some telekinetic thing. “This will only take an second.” Charles put two fingers to his temple. Suddenly, a man appeared. Silver hair, kind of pale, band shirt, flannnel, tight pants. “Y/N, this is Peter Maximoff. He’s going to give you the tour.” He handed the paper to Peter. “Their room number is on here, at the end of the tour, would you bring them there?” Peter saluted and stuck his hand out for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” Peter pulled you from your seat.

“Likewise, Maximoff.” You followed him out of the office and back through the hallways. He pointed out every specific detail, even introduced you to a few people. He spoke about himself and his experiences at the school, how Charles turned him into a “better man” and he loves being an X-Man.

“Tell me a bit about yourself, y/n. Where are you from, how do your powers work, what brought you here?” He berated you with questions, to which you replied honestly and bluntly.

“I’m from all over, I make fire, my mentor told me to come here.” You replied to his curiosity.

“Interesting, interesting. Please don’t burn me.” He joked, and you laughed with him. It felt good to laugh, Erik and you had your fun moments, but he liked to focus on your mutation overall. “So, this mentor, tell me about them. Mutation? Name?” He really was curious, hm.

“His mutation is metal manipulation,” Peter’s interest piqued with that information, “he’s quite strong, taught me a lot about how to love my mutation.” You demonstrated your fire, which he watched in delight.

“So, your mentor, he’s Erik Lehnsherr, right?” He questioned.

“Yes, he is,” You responded, “some even say he’s famous.” You chuckled, and he joined in.

“Yeah, I met him some years back when he was in prison. Good times.” He casually dropped.

“So I’ve heard, he told me he met a speedster after they broke him out of jail on the suspicion that he killed the President.” You shrugged.

“He talked about me?” His jaw dropped slightly.

“Yeah, I mean, he told me about all the different mutants he’s met, how there are good and bad mutants, but he also said all non-mutants are bad. I have mixed feelings on his teachings.” You tilted your head slightly. “But overall, he was a great guy, and he was happy that I was taking my next step in life. I’ll be seeing him soon.”

“You should take me with you!” He exclaimed. You giggled.

“And why’s that?” You asked.

“You’re not gonna believe me, and you have to keep this a secret,” you furrowed your eyebrows and nodded, “I know I just met you, but you’re close to him. This could be my last chance. Erik is...he’s my biological father.” Your eyes widened at his statement.

“He...he didn’t have any family besides the currently deceased wife and child. There’s no way...”

“He and my mom weren’t a thing for long, she never even got tell him about me, sad, I know. But I wanna officially meet him, you know?” He was hyper, you admitted. You didn’t know how to respond to his request.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You told him.

“Awesome, thanks!” He hugged you. You weren’t used to physical gratitude, but you accepted it. You’d have to grow accustomed to what the people here did. Like it or not. You wanted this to be your new home.

[moonlit-imagines]

Dreamers

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Can I please request Quicksilver with the on my bullshit playlist? xxx” - Dreamers - K. Flay

Peter sat on his bed, reading the latest issue of his favorite Batman comic. He was pretty upset about the was the storyline had gone, why would they kill off Robin? He shut the book and discarded it, then looked at you. You were getting ready for work at the restaurant.

“Hey y/n?” Peter called.

“Hm?” You replied while you sorted through some of your jewelry.

“You ever feel like time is going by too fast?” He asked. You turned around to face him and leaned on the small, makeshift vanity.

“I thought you wanted it to go fast because everything seemed slow to you?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know. It’s all just a blur now.” He sighed. “But at the same time, I feel like nothing is changing.”

“Yeah, me too. I mean, sometimes.” You mumbled. “Wanna take a trip somewhere soon? Get a little excitement in our lives?” You asked.

“Where were you thinking?” He sat up, obviously intrigued by your offer.

“Like, an amusement park or something. Maybe Florida.” You suggested. His face lit up.

“Disney World?!” He cheered.

“Sure, Disney World. Next weekend.” You began sorting through your things again. “Hey, have you seen my ring? The one you gave me.” You felt a gust of wind and Peter was standing right next to you.

“Got it.” He slid it onto your ring finger and gave you a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you very much.” You checked your watch. “Shit, I’m gonna be late!” And as you looked up, you were standing in front of the restaurant. Peter was next to you and beaming proudly.

“Have a nice day at work, I’ll pick you up at twelve. Love ya!” He quickly kissed you and disappeared once more.

[moonlit-imagines]

Shining Down

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n: i have no idea what character to choose and i was gonna write something similar to this w jason todd for a song prompt so i choose...that one (sorry i chose basic person my mind just went blank) (also making ur own prompt=iconic)

prompt: @dafhodil: ““you look so good in the moonlight” w/anybody of ur choosing !! (did i just make my own prompt yes i did)”

Peter had insisted that the beach at dusk would be a wonderful trip. The trip might be nice for him, super speed and all, but for you, it was the destination that you would be judging. You weren’t for or against it, you were just excited to spend quality time with your boyfriend.

“Ready to go, my love?” He leaned on the side of the doorway, arms crossed and in his swimming attire. You grabbed a towel and put a cover over your swimsuit.

“Yessir.” You walked toward him and let him scoop you up. Peter placed a kiss on your head and gave you a gentle smile.

“Off we go.” Peter told you, then a second later you were at the beach. He lowered you down and took your hand. “Shall we take a stroll?” He asked in a mocking tone that the Professor would not approve of. He and you walked down to the shore and let the waves reach your feet. It was cool, dark, and romantic.

You two sat down together on the soft sand and let it consume your hands and feet. He talked about life with you in a way he never had before. The weight of his words were so real and genuine, less jokes than usual. After he was done with the deep discussion, he went right back to good ol’ Peter. He tackled you into the sand in a giant hug, the sand mixing with your hair and slipped into your bathing suits. Your giggles filled the quiet night air, along with the calming waves. Peter turned over on his side, head propped up on his arm.

“You know, you look so good in the moonlight.” He stroked your face and hair, and you returned the action with an involuntary smirk. You were so happy to be with him, he treated you so well and you couldn’t believe he actually existed. Someone so sweet and kind and loving. Ready for anything that was thrown at him. Even if he couldn’t handle it, he could deal with it one way or another.

“Wanna go for a swim?” You asked, standing up and removing your cover.

“I’ll race ya.” He winked and suddenly appeared on in the water. “C’mon, slowpoke! The water’s nice and cold.” You ran to the water, laughing and kicking sand behind you.

“You’re such a cheater, Maximoff!” You neared the water, but as soon as it touched your feet, you froze.

“Nuh uh, I just have the upper hand.” Peter argued. “Now get in, it’s not that bad.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re the one with the heightened metabolism. You’re warmer.” He laughed at your commet and sped over to you, lifting you up.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Peter walked into the water, “or are you cold stuff?”

“Don’t do it, Peter. Don’t you dare.” His laugh carried through the quiet night.

“You mean...drop ya?” He teased and pretended to let go. Your scream echoed and you hit his chest lightly.

“Meanie.” You mumbled. He started lowering you gently into the water. You tensed up as you feet and legs were submerged into the water, but you got used to it after a few minutes.

“Better?” Peter asked, grabbing your hands. You nodded and he started dancing with you slowly. He brought you close to his chest and kissed your head.

“I love you, y/n.” He whispered to you. You hummed.

“I love you, too, Peter.” You backed up from him and gave him a mischievous look.

“What..?” He asked. He was suddenly hit by a splash of cold water. “Hey!” He chuckled and retaliated. The sharp freeze of the water was breathtaking, and after a few back and forth splashes, you called it a night. Peter grabbed your hand once more and walked you back to the shore. After a few steps onto land, he paused, and you did with him.

“What is it, baby?” You asked in a concerned tone.

“Uh...close your eyes and count to ten.” Peter instructed. Your eyebrow cocked up. “Just trust me.”

“Fine, but if I open my eyes and I’m falling into the water, I’m gonna kill you.” You shut your eyes. “One, two, three...” You started. “seven, eight, nine, ten! Ready or not, here I come.” You opened your eyes to see Peter on one knee, tiny box in hand, giving you a crooked smile. You were speechless.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

[moonlit-imagines]

Hero’s Work (Part 1)

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings: mild angst, cussing

part 2

They wouldn’t let you on that stupid mission. “No, y/n, you’re of much better use here.” Charles said. Bullshit. You wanted to protect the people you love and help Jean. They saw what she was capable of, and she had no control over it.

Peter went on that mission. You wanted to help protect your own boyfriend, but no, you got house duties. Nobody was reporting back to you, not even Charles. You were starting to get worried.

But there was no way anything could be wrong. Jean would never hurt any of them. She loved them, right? She did, but she was out of control. Then the crew arrived. You hurried over to check on everybody. Then you saw him lying on the stretcher.

“Shit, what the hell happened to him?!” You shouted. Nobody replied, then you saw her. She was covered in a sheet. “No...She didn’t..?” Scott nodded. You felt panic rising in you. You started shaking the ground on accident.

“Y/N, please, calm yourself. Get the med bay ready.” Charles communicated. “Your boyfriend needs you now.” You wanted to argue with him about how he needed you sooner, but he wasn’t looking too good. You simply nodded and ran to the med bay.

Everything was in line. They set Peter down and you and Hank took his vitals.

“What the hell happened?” You finally asked. Hank looked back at you, then to the monitor again.

“Jean threw him through several walls. He’s gonna be out for a few days.” He told you. You took a seat next to Peter and grabbed his hand.

“I should have been there, Hank.” You kissed Peter’s forehead.

“I agree.” He turned from the monitor. “I don’t know why Charles didn’t want you there so bad.” You looked down at your feet and sighed.

“Is Peter gonna be okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, he just needs a break.” Hank got up. “I’ll give you some time. You’ll know where to find me.”

“Thanks, Hank.”

—————

6 days later

Peter woke up. Jean was already gone. Everything that had happened, happened.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Peter said as he sat up.

“Jesus Christ, Peter, you scared the hell outta me.” You wrapped him in a weak hug, not wanting to hurt him.

“Goddamn, I’m sore.” He said while he stretched. You grabbed him a glass of water and handed it to him. “Thanks, babe.” He kissed your cheek.

“I was so worried about you. I wish I was there to help.” You took your seat again.

“I’m glad you weren’t, it was awful.” He sipped his water and set it down.

“Well, I still wanted to be there,” you told him, “I don’t know why Charles wanted me to stay here so bad.” Peter looked away and stayed silent. “What, Peter?” He shifted himself in bed.

“I...might’ve told the Professor that I didn’t wan’t you coming.” He admitted. Your eyes widened.

“You WHAT?!” You shouted. “Why the HELL would you DO THAT?!” He held his hands up defensively.

“I knew it was dangerous. And I was right.” He used as his defense. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.

“That wasn’t your choice! Look at where you got yourself!” You threw your hands in the air and the ground began to shake. “How could you do something so stupid?”

“Babe, please calm down. Your powers—“

“I know!” You shouted. “I just...” You shook the ground harder. “I can’t fucking do this right now. I need to leave.” You started towards the door.

“Y/N, wait—“ you slammed the door. He fell back and sunk into his pillow. “Goddammit...”

[moonlit-imagines]

Hero’s Work (Part 2)

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings: cussing, some angst ig

a/n: bless @r-rose08 for saying i should write part 2 cuz it felt good to know someone likes my work 💙

part 1

Scott walked into the med bay.

“What the hell is up with y/n, Maximoff?” He asked, standing at the foot of the bed. Peter shook his head.

“Oh, nothing. Just...yeah, nothing.” Peter gave Scott his infamous half-smile, signifying it definitely wasn’t nothing.

“Bullshit, spill.” Scott grabbed a chair and sat down in it backwards.

“I’m such an idiot.” Peter put his face in his hands. “And an awful boyfriend.”

“Elaborate.”

“I told the Professor that I didn’t want them going on the mission.” Peter confessed. Scott’s eyebrows raised. “I didn’t want y/n to get hurt. I couldn’t let it happen, I just couldn’t bare it.”

“Oh my, God, Peter. You are an idiot.” Scott told him.

“Thanks.”

“No, seriously. It’s y/n’s decision if they wanna risk their life for the team. Not yours. You didn’t wanna see them hurt, right? But look where you’re lying right now.” Scott was not taking Peter’s shit today. “It was selfish, Maximoff. When we got back from the mission she was freaking. Ground trembling and everything.” Scott shook his head. “What the fuck, dude.”

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying.” Peter leaned back. “I love y/n, I can’t lose her.”

“I know how it feels, brother.” Scott sighed. All of the sudden, the ground started shaking more violently. “Y/N...” Peter got out of bed. “No, dude, you need to rest.”

“Y/N is my responsibility—“ Scott cut him off.

“No, y/n is not. They’re your partner. You’re not in charge. You are a team. Can you get that through your thick skull?” Scott looked as if he could burn a hole through Peter’s head, which I guess he could.

“Anyways, bye.” Peter sped off and found himself in front of his s/o. “Hey there, baby.” You were in the field, the Earth shaking beneath you.

“I’m still mad at you.” You told him.

“I can see—er, feel that.” He joked. The ground trembled more. “O-kay, not a joking mood right now? That’s fine.” You walked past him. “Babe, come back.”

“You think you can just tell me what to do all the time? Who do you think you are? Just because you’re my boyfriend doesn’t mean you’re in charge of me. I’m my own person! I’m an X-Man, too! I have a right to be on missions, just like everyone else.” You were fuming. Well, maybe quaking was a better term. You kept walking, trying to calm yourself, but your boyfriend sure was not helping. Couldn’t outrun a super-speeder.

“Y/N, look, I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to do that. I can’t take it back but we can move forward. We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us.” He was desperate to make up for what he had done, but it wasn’t that easy.

“Is that why Charles wouldn’t let me on the space mission?” You stared at Peter, waiting for an answer. The ground began to shake less.

“Yes. I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He just didn’t get it, did he?

“I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have, Pete. Don’t act like this is only your fight.” The ground started to shake rapidly. He walked in front of you, slower than ever. He grabbed both of your hands.

“I understand, please, please, just calm down. I’m sorry I broke your trust. I just don’t want you to end up like everyone else.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Come back to the school. We can work it out more there.”

Before you could agree, your eyes rolled back slightly and you fell back. “Goddammit, this hasn’t happened in years.” Peter groaned. You had passed out from exhaustion due to the amount of power you had used. But that didn’t stop your boyfriend.

Peter lifted you up bridal style. “Alright, prince(ss), let’s go home.”