SLOW DOWN // X-MEN // PETER MAXIMOFF × READER

☆ Chapter 2 ☆

Peter went straight back home to drop off his newly acquired Hostess stash, skidding on the 'Welcome' mat as he stopped. He calmly unlocked the door and nearly skipped inside, smiling to himself without even realizing it.

"What's got you so happy for?" Asked his mother, leaning against the couch.

Peter's brows perked. "Hm, what'd you say?" Clearly, she broke his train of thought.

She looked up to the ceiling and walked over to her son. "You're smiling, so I thought something happened while you were out." She took the boxes from his arms and looked him in the eyes. "So, what did you do? Oh and, please, be honest."

"Pft, nothing, nothing happened," he said, lightly shaking his head and looking at the goggles in his hands. Yet, the smile still remained on his face.

"Yeah, sure," she said, poking his cheek. She then returned the boxes to him before walking back to sit on the couch. "I know you stole those by the way!"

"Don't know what you're talking about!" Said Peter as he made his way to the basement. Once downstairs, he neatly placed the snacks into their cubbies for safe keeping. Then, he fell back on the couch with his hands resting behind his head.

Still, he wore that crooked smile as he thought about his time spent out. He couldn't help but replay their conversation over and over again in his head. Wonder what's her name, he thought. She didn't have a name tag, so she's definitely new, I mean, I'm sure I would've remembered her. I could have searched her bag maybe, find an ID or something...

Then he paused and rolled his eyes. Why did he need to know? It's not like they're aquiantances that have to see each other on a daily basis. In fact, Peter figured she wouldn't want to be friends with a mutant who especially uses his abilities for stealing, let alone get to know him. Either way, it would feel wrong of him to peek into her life without her realizing. If he wanted to get to know her, he'd try and go about it the right way for once.

He puffed out his cheeks and breathed out. Besides, she's not a nobody like him; she has a job and seems to have everything working for her. All he ever did was steal, pull a prank or two, and then hangout listening to music and playing video games in a basement. To him, the world wasn't meant for mutant-freaks to stay out. He wasn't the same as most people; all he could do is go out and hurry up to get back into hiding.

For all he knew, she might of hated him for being what he was. Then again, she treated him with the same respect as anyone else would to a thief... which was to threaten on calling the cops... and calling him a 'weirdo'.... but, really, could he blame her?

She might've even treated him nicer than most people he's encountered.

Still, no matter what he tried to convince himself, he couldn't help but let his mind wander back to her; the way her eyes sparkles; her glowing skin and perfect hair. It wasn't every day that something stopped him in his tracks.

Something about her was just purely irresistible. He had to see more, hear more, and learn more about her. So, that's what he planned to do.

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Silence filled the room after a moment's pause. As soon as he disappeared, the noise in her head ceased as well. (Y/n) blinked over several times and pulled out the twinkie she had in her pocket. She stared at it as she began to contemplate the situation.

Did I just actually interact with one of those mutants? She thought. I've never talked to one before... mom and dad always said to stay clear of them- but what can I do if one just walked, or ran, up to me out of nowhere?