Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Perfect Enemy Pt.2

Suspicion rose after Peter asked me to meet him at a park close to Town Hall and the store I almost robbed. This felt like the perfect setup for a sneak attack. It may have been impossible to take down Peter, but I was more than prepared for the others if I had to fight them. It felt like a dumb decision to show up here without my mask or suit, but turning back was not an option anymore as I approached the entrance.

The silver-haired guy sat on a bench while he listened to music, filling his stomach with Twinkies before the date started. Bobbing his head to the music, he bit his lip as I approached and sat by him. I grabbed his headphones and slid them off his head. He was too busy gawking at me to do it himself or realize that I had slid them into my bag.

"Wow, Y/n. You're gorgeous without the mask," he gasped.

The logic of putting on a mask and turning into a whole other person always confused me, but it somehow worked. I've been in the same room as Mystique in her human camouflage, but because I wasn't wearing my mask, she had no clue who I was; she thought I was looking at her because she was pretty, which is part of the reason I was staring at her, but I was more worried I'd have to go into attack mode. Stupid was an understatement for the logic, but it worked out in my favor.

"I think I look the same with the mask. I know you're not the brightest, but I'm confused about why this is such a surprise," I stated.

Being social was not one of my skills, and compliments were more complicated for me to give than people realized. Saying something nice without being rude right after was difficult for me.

"You look nice out of your suit, though. Although, you dress like you never leave your mom's basement. I would hope you have more to your wardrobe than Walmart band tees and hand-me-down jeans," I responded.

Most people got offended whenever I spoke to them, but my nice-nasty words didn't affect him. I would not give him too much credit about it since it made sense, as he was one of the cockiest men you could find within a 15-mile radius. Anything negative I said ricocheted off because it was blasphemy to him. He chuckled as he offered me a snack cake, which I happily took as I stole his box and slipped it into my bag.

"First, these came from Target. Second, as you can see, I left my mom's basement. It's why I'm in the X-Men now- well, that and shoplifting," Peter responded.

"Shoplifting? I'm intrigued now," I insisted.

"I'm not surprised, and neither are my Twinkies, but my kleptomania is behind me now, and I'm not giving you tips. You're not fast enough to try it my way anyways," he advised.

He reached his hand out.

"Now, you could do what's right and give it back, or I could take it myself," he suggested.

His off-duty heroism was the only turn-off. Being a hero was not a timed job, but once you're off the clock, the other problems are none of your business. I should be allowed to take anyone's Twinkies without consequences- even if they are his. I gave him the box of snack cakes back.

"The headphones, too," he ordered.

"I thought I was on a date with Peter, not Quicksilver," I sighed.

"Likewise. Is that why you agreed to join me on this date? Did you hope you could bring me back to my old ways," he interrogated.

"Not quite. Although, making you my cute sidekick would be a plus," I confessed.

He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief as I returned his headphones.

"You think I'd be the sidekick. That's the funniest thing I've heard all day," he chuckled.