Y/N's POV
I was at Peter's house, we weren't doing much. I was playing video games while Peter played ping pong by himself.
"Peter, the setting are too fast, I can't play" I said.
Peter had somehow managed to 'fix' his Pong arcade machine by making the game faster so he could play using his powers.
"I'll fix it" He said and he used his super speed to reset the machine's settings.
"Thanks"
We heard a car stopping in front of the house.
"I'll go check" Peter left and came back in the same second.
"Cops ?" I asked, concentrated on my game.
"No, three dudes. They don't seem like cops" He said as he watched the arcade machine.
"Maybe the FBI is after you for stealing Twinkies" I said with a laugh as I brought his face close to my lips and kissed his cheek.
"You know they can't catch me" Peter said, resuming his ping pong game.
The arcade's screen read 'game over'. I sighed and got up from my seat. I lowered the music that was playing on the radio.
I sat down on the couch and I heard Peter's mother talk to him from upstairs.
"Peter, the cops are here... again" She said.
"You said they weren't cops" I said.
"They're not"
"You sure ?"
"You doubting me ?" He asked, with an amused tone.
The three men finally walked downstairs. They looked extremely different from one another. Peter continued playing ping pong by himself as I took a music magazine that was on a coffee table next to me and began reading it.
"What do you guys want ? I didn't do anything" Peter said.
"Me neither" I added.
"I've been here all day, Y/N can vouch for me" Peter said as he used his super speed to lay down on the couch I was on, his head on my lap.
"Relax, guys, we're not cops" Said one of the men.
"Of course you're not cops, if you were you wouldn't be driving a rental car" Peter answered quickly.
"How'd you know we have a rental car ?" The man with an english accent asked.
"I checked your registration when you were walking to the door. I also had some time to kill, so I went trough your rental agreement and I saw you're from out of town. Are you FBI ?" Peter said freakishly fast, trying to scare them.
I kept my focus on my magazine and slowly turned the pages. Peter ran behind the men and stole one of their wallets.
"Nope, you're not cops. Hey, what's with this school for gifted youngsters place ?" Peter said as he dropped the wallet.
"That's an... old card" Said the man with long hair, with annoyance in his voice.
"Well he is fascinating" The man with glasses added
"He's a pain in the arse"
"A teleporter ?"
"No, he's just really fast" I answered.
"What about you ?" He asked me.
I shrugged.
"Well, it's good that you're here because I didn't feel like going to two different houses. Would've been a waste of time" Said the man with sideburns. "When I knew them, they weren't so young" He added.
"Young ? You're just old" Peter said as he sat down next to me an arm around my shoulders this time as he ate a popsicle. I put the magazine back on the coffee table.
"So you're not afraid to show your..." The man with glasses started but looked at me before he finished his sentence.
He looked at the man with the strange haircut for confirmation to finish his statement, and the man nodded.
"...Powers ?" The man with glasses finally asked.
"Powers what powers ? What are you talking about ? Do I have powers ?" He asked me.
I shook my head, signalling no.
"Do you see something strange here ?" Peter added.
"Nothing anybody would believe if you told them" I said, with a very slightly threatening tone.
Peter used his super speed to sit in front of his arcade machine. He also used his powers to make me sit on the chair next to him.
"Forgot I changed the settings" Peter said as he used his super speed to adjust the game's settings once again to make them fast.
"Who are you anyway ?" I asked the men.
"And what do you want ?" Peter added.
"We need your help"
"For what ?" I asked since Peter was too concentrated on his game.
"To break into a highly secured facility and to get someone out"
"Prison break ? That's illegal, you know" Peter said, finally paying attention.
The men looked around at the stolen objects in Peter's room.
"Well, only if you get caught" One of them whispered.
"So what's in it for us ?" Peter asked.
"You, you kleptomaniacs, get to break into the Pentagon" Said the long haired man, tiredly.
Peter stopped his game and turned around to face the guests.
"How do we know we can trust you ?" Peter asked.
"'Cause we're just like you"
I looked at Peter and he looked at me before we looked back at the men with an unconvinced look.
"Show them" The long haired man told the one who claimed to know us.
He showed us his hand, and from it, three bone-like claws covered in blood and goo appeared.
"That's disgusting" I said.
"It's still cool, but yeah, it's disgusting" Peter said.
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We walked out of the house and into the men's car with no doubts about their intentions.
"What's your mutation ?" The man with glasses asked me.
"I can create and control plants and vegetation" I explained.
"That's slightly impressive, but how will it help on our mission ?" He answered.
"It's more useful than it sounds" I said, irritated.
"Yeah, she would always help on missions. Trust me she was one of our best" The man who still claimed to know us said.
"What are you talking about ?" I said, not understanding what he meant.
"Nothing" He answered with a sigh.
It was strange. We'd never seen nor known him so how could he know so much about us ? Our names, our mutations, our addresses. Maybe these guys really were FBI.
Published : 12-01-23
Number of Words : 1033
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𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 (Peter Maximoff x Y/N)
Fanfiction"Cops ?" I asked, concentrated on my game. "No, three dudes. They don't seem like cops" He said as he watched the arcade machine. "Maybe the FBI is after you for stealing Twinkies" I said with a laugh as I brought his face close to my lips and kis...
