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Recruitment - Peter Maximoff

I watch amused as Peter plays a rather relaxed, at least from an insider's point of view, game of ping pong with himself. A faint knock can be heard from the front door, over the moderately loud music, from upstairs followed by smaller noises and then his mother calling down to him.

"Peter! The cops are here! Again..." I chuckle.

"What'd you do now?" He continues his fast paced game, shrugging at me quickly. I rub a hand over my eyes and forehead before leaning my elbow on the couches arm, and pressing my face into my palm. Three pairs of footsteps climb down the staircase, revealing an older man with a weird haircut and facial hair, a younger more studious guy with short hair and glasses, followed by a middle aged man with long hair, rubbing his eyes like I had done previously. They take notice of me first, myself giving them a small wave, before their attention is directed back to Peter, who doesn't stop his game.

"What chu guys want? I didn't do anything." They watch almost in awe but with a hint of familiarity. Okay, these guys are weird. Then, in a flash, I'm gently pulled out of my original position as he takes a new one sitting beside me, an arm around my shoulder as I lean comfortably into him, his legs propped up on the coffee table.

"I've been here all day." They all sharply turn around, standing directly in front of us.

"Just relax Peter, we're not cops." The one with the strange hair says.

"Of course you're not cops. If you were cops you wouldn't be driving a rental car." Peter states knowingly. He's already checked them all out.

"How'd you know we've got a rental car-?" The man with the long hair, and apparently english accent begins but Peter cuts him off.

"I checked your registration when you walked through the door. I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreements, saw you were from out of town." They all share the same face of pure astonishment. "Are you FBI?" Next thing he's standing behind them with one of their wallets in front of him, opened to the drivers license.

"Nope, you're not cops. Hey, what's with this gifted youngsters place?" He drops the business card he pulled out and the wallet onto the ping pong table.

"That's an...old...card..." The englishman sighs out, grabbing the wallet and card, putting things back in their rightful places.

"Well he's fascinating." The younger gentleman voices.

"He's a pain in the ass." I chuckle feeling his weight back beside me, and his hand in mine.

"What a teleporter?" The young man asks.

"No, he's just fast. But when I knew him, he wasn't so...young." The funny man says.

"Young? You're just old." They all sharply turn back around to face us on the couch.

"So you're not afraid to show your powers?" The young man asks almost rhetorically.

"Powers? What powers? What are you talking about?" They glance at each other in slight confusion. "You see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them." As he zips over to his old style arcade game on the other side of the room, they follow a few seconds after. "So who are you? What do you want?" His voice sounds bleak.

"We need your help Peter." The man with facial hair states.

"With what?"

"Break into a highly secured facility and get someone out."

"Prison break? That's illegal y'know."

"Uhmm..." They all glance around the basement, where piles of stolen TVs, radios, Twinkies, Ding Dongs, HoHos and more lie around.

"Well only if you get caught." The guy with facial hair reiterates.

"So what's in it for me?" The englishman speaks next,

"You...you collector maniac, get to break into the Pentagon." I watch Peter's body slow and he stares at the screen in contemplation. Turning, he faces them, disbelief and wariness on his face.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Because we're just like you." Peter glances between the men, slightly confused.

"Show him." The older man raises his fist, clenched, to his chest, holding it just in front as three pieces of sharp bone slowly, and painfully looking, extrude from between his knuckles. Peter shifts in surprise in his seat, all of them carefully gauging his reaction.

"It's cool. It's disgusting, but it's cool."

"It's fucking crazy." I stare in disbelief at my boyfriend. Is he seriously even considering this? Peter looks from the two men off to the side, to the man with the 'claws', then back to me before zipping over to sit beside me.

"Hey, this is something big-" I cut him off,

"Yeah, big. And suicidal, with a large chance of getting arrested."

"N/N please just trust me on this."

"You don't even know these people Peter. What is going on that you believe this, this mission of sorts, is so important?" He parts his lips to speak, searching for the right words. I scoff,

"Fine, have fun or whatever. But just because you're ridiculously fast doesn't mean you're invincible." I get up, pulling my hand from his grip. "From anything." I reiterate before giving a slight glare to the three men, then ascending the stairs quickly, I walk out the front door, small tears stinging in the corners of my eyes. As I reach my car, a hand places itself over mine as I grasp the door handle.
"Please Y/N, just hear me out alright."

"No Peter. I will not hear you out. Just like you've never, and I mean never, heard me out when I try to talk to you. And honestly I'm tired of it." I look into his face. "I'm not something you stole that will be with you forever no matter how you treat or care for it Maximoff. I love you Peter, and I can't keep watching you put yourself in some form of danger-"

"I know." He cuts me off quickly before I start ranting even more. "I-I know. I've been a terrible boyfriend to you. And I mean it when I say...this will be it."

"What..?" My voice breaks slightly.

"After this, I promise, and I mean promise, that I'll stop. Or at least try and stop. I'll start listening to you and your wise words," I giggle, a few tears escaping my eyes, "And I'll be the best boyfriend you'll ever have." He gently brushed my tears away. "Okay?" I take a moment before nodding vigorously.

"Okay." He pulls me into a tight hug, burying his face into my hair as I wrap my arms around his middle and grip onto the back of his jacket.

"I love you."

"I love you too, you dork."