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The Offer: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Early mornings with Peter were your favorite part of the day. Waking up to him in your arms, letting you hold him as close as possible.

You'd love to watch his breaths, the slow movement of his bare chest moving up and down. You were always the first to wake up, and you were glad, because it always made your heart flutter to see his eyes flutter open as he rubs them tiredly, letting out a long yawn.

This morning fit that description exactly.

As he tried to wake up, he turned his head around to see you, a grin placed on your lips and your hand playing with the bottom of his hair.

He smiled at you, turning around fully, and pulling you closer to him. You let out a small giggle and pressed a kiss to his nose, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

You pursed your lips, your hand running through his hair, an idea popping in your mind.

"Let me braid your hair." You said suddenly, making Peter laugh. "Babe, I'm not up for that right now. Too tired. Must sleep." He replied with a yawn, cuddling closer.

"But Peeettteer." You dragged out his name, kissing his neck. "Please?"

He shook his head, jumping suddenly when his phone went off. He let go of you to grab it, checking who it was.

"Charles needs me." Peter told you, sitting up. You whined in refusal, crossing your arms. "Can't you stay in bed for a little longer? I still want to braid your hair." He chuckled, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. "No, babe. I wish I could, but the C-Man needs me. I'll be back soon, I promise." He winked, standing up.

Around three hours later you were sitting on the bed with a book, still waiting for Peter to get back. All the sudden the door burst open, Peter running through it and shutting it behind him, jumping on top of you.

You let out a laugh, setting your book aside, and wrapping your arms around his neck. "You know how earlier I wanted to braid your hair?"

He raised his eyebrow, nodding. "Yeah?"

"Well, my offer still stands."