Days of future past (Peter Maximoff x Reader)

The car trip

He goes to move and run again but I use my mutation to pin him in mid-run.
He starts to look around panicked until his eyes land on my smiling face.
"I'm telekinetic. You probably couldn't runaway if you tried."
The look on his face makes him look surprised but the pink in his cheeks makes him look more embarrassed. Then I hear Peters voice

I don't think I mind

I feel heat rise to my cheeks and my stomach do flips. In my embarrassment I nearly let go of his hands.
"She can also read your mind." Charles glares at Peter, he may not be able to read thoughts any more but he can still easily read people.

I release the hold I have on him and then he steps slightly closer to me,
"Impressive."

Logan claps his hands together and loudly says, "WELL, we should get going. C'mon we'll talk about the plan in the car" then walks up and out of the basement with hank and Charles following suit. As I go to follow Peter chirps up,
"Wait, what am I supposed to tell my Mom?"

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(The car in the movie has three people in the front of the car so I'm keeping that so you and Peter sit together Jfhdbdjd)

The three older men had all squeezed themselves into the front leaving me and Peter to sit in the back. As I go to reach for the door handle I feel the wind I that it's starting to become familiar and Peter is there with the openned door offering his hand to help me in. I giggle slightly but ignore his gestures and get in the car. I blink and my door has been shut and Peter now takes his place in the car seat beside me looking eagerly out the front window. I use this moment to take in his side profile, wow I could get a paper cut on his jawline and the bridge of his nose is so perfect I just want to trace my finger along it.
'OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU BEHAVING THIS WAY' my brain practically screams at me 'this boy is a thieving overactive nuisance and I KNOW we don't get to meet anyone new often but you cannot fall for a boy who is quite literally about to commit an extreme federal crime'
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{3rd person pov}

(Y/n) had been zoned out for a few moments over analysing Peters Features, little did she know that he had done a similar thing to her before she had even introduced herself. In his own slowed down world Peter gazed into her (e/c) eyes and studied all her features. He'd never seen anyone like her - any other girls he met before (which was not many as most wrote him off as a weird kid and avoided him) paled in comparison to her. He had to take a moment to push down any trace of feeling flustered of embarrassed so he could keep his nonchalant persona for the three other men in the room.

The drive to the pentagon from Westchester could take a little over 5 hours without traffic. The two teenagers in the backseat do not have much in common with the three men sat on the bench in the front of the vehicle - this was going to be a long ride, and (y/n) needed to find a way to speed it up.

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{1st person pov}

Staring out of the window, listening to the faint sound of "puppy love" by Paul Anka playing over the radio, is how I'm choosing to fill my time.

Logan had been over the plan 3 times in the last hour, he said it's so we definitely know what we're doing but I know it's the only thing he can say without feeling awkward. Hanks mind is suspiciously calm for what we were about to do, instead choosing to replay the memories of the time he spent with Raven in the 60's (that poor blue man missing his blue lady). I don't even attempt to take a glimpse at Charles's mind- the fog from his medication would give me a headache.

Peters mind however was a whirlwind of sounds and images and emotions; there were multiple songs playing at twice the normal speed and all at once, thoughts of what dinner he'd missed out on by going on this heist and thoughts of ... the smell of my perfume? Okay let me see if I can talk with him

Hi Peter

"Huh?" Peter perks his head up suddenly,

It's me, I'm in your head. It's to awkward in here to speak so I'd really prefer to talk this way.

Oh okay I see, so you do want to talk to me. I was just starting to think you didn't like me sweetheart.

I'm sorry, I just don't really get to talk much

I do

I can tell. Do you always attempt to charm all the women who take you on prison brakes?

This may come as a surprise but you're the first one darlin'

As we 'talk' we have somehow inched closer to each other, our eyes now capturing each others. Charles watches us from the rear view mirror with a stern look in his eye, he is the closest thing to a father I've ever had which makes him a tad over protective.
"(Y/n), knock it off" he scolded,
"I-I wasn't- I just" I sigh exasperatedly, a pink hue tinting my ears. What's the point of trying to get to know him? I probably won't ever see him again after this, I'll just go back to that secluded mansion.

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Somehow I'd managed to fallen asleep as I awake to Charles turning the car into a motel parking lot. "What are we doing?" I question,
"I've been driving for 6 hours, that's including the time it took for us to get to Westchester and the hour long traffic you missed when you were asleep. It's nearly midnight." Charles replied

There was an obnoxiously large sign with the word Motel written in red and a somehow larger arrow pointing to the front desk. I yawn loudly and stretch my arms. I lazily reach for the door handle to find that it has already been opened and Peter was resting one hand on the door and the other reaching out to me. What a cutie. Taking his hand and stepping out of the car I utter a small think you, he smile this gorgeous smile then speeds away.
I follow behind my uncle and his friends as they walk to the front desks- they talk with the middle aged woman at the desk who briefly notes down in a book the date and then the words "Xavier, 2 king bed rooms, $50"

Two rooms? I let my mind wonder, who would be with who? Would I be alone in a motel room with Peter maximoff? In the same bed even? Would we talk all night? Would I like that? A sound of static interrupts my spiralling thoughts; Peter has appeared beside me rubbing his eyes and yawning cartoonishly.
"All done? Great. Me and (y/n) will just go and-"
"Woah who said you and (y/n) would be going anywhere together?" Hank interrupts him
"Well I just-I thought- maybe" Peter sputters
"Pete me and you can go in one room so I can keep an eye on you. I know you've got a habit of running off" logan interjects. I suppose it makes sense being in one room with my family but I really did hold out on my day dream of being left alone with another mutant for the first time in however many years.
"Let's get a move on, the quicker we do this the quicker we get Erik back" Charles states as he groans and begins walking towards the room, Hank following shortly behind him.
I take one last look at Peter and logan "goodnight you two" I offer a smile and a small wave before turning to catch up to my father figures.

We have a big day ahead of us.