𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 (X-Men ~ Peter Maximoff)

Prom '74

Jennifer was finally living a normal life again perhaps for the first time since nineteen sixty three. She lived in a house, had a bed, had a part time job, and was a full time student. She was a normal teenager - mostly. Her injuries were long healed now, a single persistent scar on her knee the only sign that she had ever fought, and even that was easily passed off as falling over.  

Through endless studying for finals and stress about university starting in only a few months, Jennifer had never been more grateful for Laura Maximoff's relentless kindness and understanding, especially when the girl ventured outside the basement to study, leaving cluttered messes of notes and books scattered around the families living space. Now though, finals were over, and although it would be another few weeks until graduation, there was another very important date on the horizon - prom. 

Jennifer had been influenced by the excitement of all her friends about the dance, and although she was somewhat anxious about the event, she couldn't help but engage in the gossiping and general buzz for the event. Two weekends prior to the dance, the six friends made plans to go to the mall to get dresses for the dance. Much to everyone's distain, the green and gold theme had won the vote for homecoming last year, but luckily, thanks to Rebecca's position in the school events committee, she managed to get the pink and silver theme for their final dance. The amount of cheers she got for that when it was confirmed was almost deafening.

Much to Jennifer's surprise, Peter had been excited to hear that the theme was pink and silver. She didn't understand why he was interested in the theme for a prom for a school he hardly even attended.  When she'd asked why, he had grinned at her from the kitchen counter.

"I'm already silver," he'd said, pointing to his hair with both hands. "And you always look good in pink."

Jennifer frowned, trying to connect what he was saying. Then it hit her. "Are you asking me to prom Pete?," she'd asked, a smile playing on her lips.

He looked at her blankly. "I thought we already were going to together?"

Jennifer shook her head gently. "I was hoping we would but you didn't ask me, so..."

Peter grabbed her hands in his. "Jennifer Jones, will you do me the honour of being my date to prom?"

She grinned. "I'd love to."

Prom was a very American tradition, and Jennifer felt so incredibly blessed to experience it with the best friends she could've asked for. Excitement was bubbling in their voices as they made their way into the new clothing outlet. Most of them had a vague idea of what they wanted, having flicked through magazines previously in the week. Jennifer didn't think she had the same choice as the girls around her - she needed something that would cover her back, and she would take anything that did that.

Mannequins and hangars filled the shop floor in an assortment of vibrant colours. Shoes filled a wall to their left, and a sign hung on the ceiling pointing to changing rooms at the back of the shop near the tills. The place was absolutely stunning, and for a moment Jennifer thought about how much Maisie would love this place. She'd maybe take her here as a birthday gift, knowing full well that the price tags on the back of the dresses would make this shop a luxury.

The six girls split up, some headed to the silver tones and the rest to the pinks, every colour having its own circular racks. Jennifer flicked through the pinks with Mary, Gale and Linda, the latter who was constantly pulling hot pinks off the rack and piling in her arms. They both chuckled at her as she kept exclaiming "Oooo I like this one", and yanking the hangar towards her.

Jennifer's eyes kept landing upon absolutely gorgeous dresses that she would love to wear, but just couldn't. It was upsetting that she couldn't dress freely because of her mutation, but it was probably just for one night anyway so she supposed it wasn't a big deal. Her hands played with the hangar of a cute pastel pink dress with a strappy cross back. After a moment she pulled it off the rack and displayed it to Mary beside her. "Hey, you'd look stunning in this. You should try it on."