X-Men Oneshots

Steam (Peter Maximoff)

Y/N sighed heavily as she closed the bathroom door behind her, the weight of the mission clinging to her like the dirt and grime that covered her skin. The mission had been long, grueling, and emotionally draining, leaving her feeling like she was running on fumes. All she wanted was a hot shower to wash away the stress of the day.

The water sputtered to life, steam quickly filling the room as Y/N stripped off her battle-worn clothes, dropping them into a pile by the door. She stepped under the spray, letting the hot water cascade down her back, its warmth soothing her aching muscles. For a moment, she closed her eyes, the steady stream of water drowning out the world outside as she let herself relax, if only for a moment.

The mission had taken a toll on all of them, but especially her. Being out in the field always left her with a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion, the thrill of battle colliding with the emotional toll it inevitably left behind. She scrubbed at her skin, her thoughts drifting to the team—and to him.

Peter Maximoff.

There was no denying that Peter had a way of lightening the mood, his snarky remarks and casual attitude often masking the true extent of his abilities. He could be cocky, infuriating even, but over the years, Y/N had come to know the person behind the jokes. The way he'd zip in at the last moment to save the day, the way he was always checking on her when he thought no one else was looking.

She had always been aware of him, more so than she cared to admit. His quick wit was matched only by his disarming charm, but beneath that playful exterior, there was a depth to him that drew her in. And maybe, just maybe, there was something more between them—something neither of them had addressed.

But now, in the sanctuary of the shower, she could at least push those thoughts aside and focus on herself.

Or so she thought.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open made Y/N's heart lurch in her chest. Startled, she pulled the shower curtain slightly aside, peeking out just as Peter stepped into the bathroom. His silver hair was slightly tousled, and he was wearing that signature cocky grin that both annoyed and amused her. His eyes widened as he realized what he'd walked in on.

"Oh, shit! Sorry!" Peter blurted, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink as he froze in place.

"Peter!" Y/N hissed, quickly pulling the curtain back to cover herself. "What are you doing in here?"

"I—uh—I didn't know you were in here! Honest!" His words came out in a rush, his usual speed kicking in as he backpedaled, his embarrassment evident in his tone. "I thought the room was empty, just—just wanted to grab some stuff."

Y/N rolled her eyes, the frustration mingling with the sudden and undeniable tension that had settled between them. She could hear the nervousness in Peter's voice, and while she knew his entrance had been a mistake, the situation was too awkward to ignore.

There was a pause, and then Peter's voice softened. "Do you, uh, want me to leave?"

Y/N bit her lip, her heart still racing. She should tell him to leave. She should end the conversation now and continue her shower in peace. But something stopped her, something unspoken that hung in the air between them.

She peeked out from behind the curtain again, her gaze meeting his. There was something in the way he was looking at her now—not his usual playful smirk, but something deeper. His eyes, normally so full of mischief, were dark, filled with something she couldn't quite name.

And suddenly, all the tension that had been building between them—the stolen glances, the playful teasing, the unspoken connection—seemed to crystallize in that moment.

Y/N swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "No... you don't have to leave."

Peter's eyes widened slightly in surprise, his breath catching in his throat as he took a small step closer. He seemed unsure, hesitant, and for once, not zipping around with his usual overconfidence. The air between them was thick with something more than awkwardness now—it was charged, electric.

"You sure?" he asked, his voice soft, careful.

Y/N nodded slowly, her pulse quickening as she looked at him. The steam from the shower had filled the room, the heat making everything feel more intense, more real. She didn't know what she was doing—only that she didn't want him to walk away.

Peter took another step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. His usually fast-paced movements were slow, deliberate, as if he was afraid of breaking the moment. The tension between them was palpable now, the air thick with anticipation.

"I didn't mean to..." Peter started, his voice trailing off as his gaze flickered to the steam-covered shower curtain, then back to her. "But... you know... I've kind of always..."

Y/N's heart raced as she stepped out from behind the curtain, the heat from the shower mingling with the heat of Peter's gaze as she stood before him. She was still wrapped in the towel, the water droplets on her skin glistening in the soft light, and the way he was looking at her—like he couldn't take his eyes off her—made her pulse quicken even more.

"You've always what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Peter's breath hitched, his usual cockiness nowhere to be found as he took another step closer, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wasn't sure what to do with them.

"I've always... kind of liked you," he admitted, his voice soft but sincere, the words hanging in the air between them like a confession. "More than I probably should."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words. She'd always known there was something there, but hearing him say it out loud made her feel like the ground beneath her was shifting. The steam from the shower curled around them, the heat making everything feel more intense, more urgent.

Without thinking, Y/N reached for him, her hand gently resting on his chest. Peter's breath hitched at the contact, his eyes darkening as he looked down at her, his usual bravado completely stripped away. He didn't say anything—he didn't need to. The way he looked at her, the way his hand hesitantly came up to brush a strand of wet hair from her face, said everything.

And then, as if drawn by some invisible force, Peter leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that started soft, almost tentative, but quickly grew into something deeper, more passionate. The moment their lips met, it was like the floodgates opened, all the tension, all the unspoken feelings between them spilling out in that single heated kiss.

Y/N's arms wrapped around his neck as Peter pulled her closer, his hands gripping her waist as if he couldn't bear to let go. The kiss was intense, fueled by the adrenaline of the mission and the feelings they'd both been holding back for so long. It wasn't just a kiss—it was a release, a surrender to everything they had been denying for too long.

Peter's usual fast-paced energy was nowhere to be found. Instead, his movements were slow, deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, the heat between them growing with every passing moment.

Y/N could feel the steam from the shower swirling around them, the heat from the water and the intensity of Peter's touch making her feel like she was burning from the inside out. She had always felt a connection to him, but now, with his hands on her skin and his lips on hers, that connection felt undeniable, inevitable.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Peter rested his forehead against hers, his hands still gripping her waist as if he didn't want to let go.

"I... uh... guess that's been building up for a while, huh?" Peter said with a breathless laugh, his usual humor returning, though his voice was still thick with emotion.

Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Yeah... I guess it has."

Peter grinned, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievous spark. "Well, I'm really glad I walked in on you now."

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. "You're lucky I didn't blast you."

Peter chuckled, pulling her in for another quick, playful kiss. "Worth the risk."