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The Heist: Peter Maximoff Imagine

"Peter, your friend is here!" Peter's mother calls him from his 'basement lair', as he referred to it. "Y/n, I don't know how you put up with him. Do try to keep out of trouble?"
"I promise to try, Ms. Maximoff," you smile as Peter comes to a stop at the top of his stairs.
"Y/n! Good. You're here. Let's go," he starts down the stairs, you following behind him.
"What's the plan for today?" You ask. "More stealing? If you keep that up you'll get shot."
He laughs as if he can't imagine that. "Y/n, you're way too serious. I'm too fast for that."
Suddenly you're sitting on the ping pong table and he's holding a picture of a nice building. "Do you know what this is?" He asks.
"Please tell me it's not a bank," you laugh a little nervously. It wasn't really past him, he'd broken a man out of the pentagon. But that was different.
"No, but it's a nice jewelry place. We can steal a few nicer pieces and sell them. I know a guy who would pay good money," he seems really excited about it, which makes you smile.
"So what's the game plan?" He didn't really need your help, he was always too fast to get caught, but he usually let you in. You were better with people then him, so you always were good at finding out closing and opening hours, plus you could read people well, so you usually could pickup hints that would tell you where they keep the keys. Better than breaking anything.
"We need to go talk to the owners. See what you can pick up," he chews a Twinkie he got from who knows where.
"Alright," you agree, a plan already forming in your mind.
"Have a plan then?" He asks, his voice distorted from the Twinkie in his mouth.
"Yup. Well, half a plan," you laugh. "If it doesn't seem like it'll work out, we can just head back."
"Okay," he swoops you up bridal style, and within a second you guys are standing outside the store. "Hey, y/n, you seem lighter than usual. You okay?"
You seem kind of puzzled at his odd question, but nod anyway. It was good to know he cares. "Yeah. I'm fine."
"Okay, if you say so," he looks to you again. "See anything?"
"Look," you point to rickety security cameras on the left and right of the door. "He's cheap. Those aren't real, but he wants to scare away the thieves."
Peter looks close at the cameras. "How do you know they're not real?"
You're starting to get a bit of a headache, but you shove it to the back of your mind. "No flashing red light. See? It's a fake."
"Awesome. What's the plan of attack?" He leans against the brick wall, then suddenly was on the other side of you.
"He's suspicious. I'll talk to him as if I'm going to buy something and try to figure him out, you just walk around acting suspicious," a devilish grin spreads across his face. "Don't actually steal anything just...act like yourself. Hands in the hoodie, get the look on your face that you always do when you're going to steal something," you instruct.
"What look?" He raises an eyebrow. "I keep my cool. 100%."
"No, you get a look on your face like you're the happiest person in the world and they're the stupidest," you mimic his expression.
"Do I really look like that?" He laughs. "God. I guess that's kinda bad if I look that suspicious."
"It's no wonder you get caught so much," you point out.
"Considering how much I steal, I hardly get caught," In a flash the door was open. "Ladies first."
"Thank you," you walked in, looking around. It certainly was a beautiful store, all of the jewelry was priceless. "Woah."
"Definitely 'woah'," Peter has that look on his face, a little forced this time.
"Can I help you?" The store owner asks, his eyes trailing Peter's movements.
"Yes," you move forward to the counter. "I was wondering, how long has this store been open? Surely a while, it's so nice you must have loyal costumers who keep coming back."
He's eyes flicker over to Peter again before coming back to you. "Yeah, we have people who've been coming here since we opened. It's been probably about twenty years? Thirty? It's hard to tell. My father opened it but I've been running it."
Judging by the sixties look to it, that was easy to tell. The man seemed like someone who would keep up with tradition, so wherever the key was hidden, it was probably the same place for ages. His eyes dart to Peter again before landing back on you. Anytime now, and his eyes would give away the hiding spot.
You're about to ask about good times to pick up specific orders-that would get him to tell the closing times without being suspicious-when suddenly you're very dizzy. Millions of voices came crashing into your head. It must've shown on your face, because the store owner asks, "Hey buddy, is your girlfriend okay?" You can't even focus enough to say that you're not dating.
In a second Peter's next to you, one arm wrapped around your shoulder in a supportive motion.
"It's just one of her headaches. It'll pass, but we should go," Peter steers you out the door.
/I need to get us out of here,/ it sounds like he was saying it, but you didn't see his lips move, which makes you wonder if you were imagining it.
"Feel better. Have a nice day," the storekeeper waves. /good riddance. That boy was probably trying to steal from me. I better go do inventory./
As soon as you were out the door, Peter swoops you up and runs back home. When you open your eyes, you're in his basement.
"Y/n, can you hear me?" He asks, setting you on the ping pong table and putting his hands on either side of you.
"I can hear everything," you hiss, covering your ears. Still, thoughts kept invading your head.
/I think I felt a breeze...was that Peter? He better not have stolen anything./ Was that Ms. Maximoff? It sounds like her.
/What if y/n's like, dying? I can get to the hospital faster than an ambulance./ that was Peter. You know how he sounds.
"I don't think I'm dying," you say over the roar of voices.
"Wait-what? How did you hear that?" Slowly a grin makes its way against his face. /Is she...? No way.../ "You're a telepath! Like that Charles dude! That's awesome!"
It's hard to pick his voice out of the general mass, so you shake your head. "No...I can't focus. It's like they're crawling into my head..."
"Ooh ooh. Okay. I've got this," he seems excited at an opportunity to teach you how to use your powers. "Focus on my voice. Just make everything else white noise."
You did as you were told, listening in to his voice. Not his thoughts, his voice. "I'm trying but it's hard. Keep talking," you order.
"Okay. Well, you know that guy that I had to break out of the pentagon for the people from the future?" He smirks a little bit as he says this.
"You realize how crazy you sound?" You giggle lightly. "Yeah, I know."
"Well, I was thinking, my mom knew a man who could control metal about a year before I was born, and she went to visit someone about a year before Wanda was born, and then again about a year before Lorna was born," you could see where he was going with this.
"So you think...no!" Your eyes widen. "You think he's your dad?"
"It seems likely. Kinda weird though, to think my dad was in the pentagon. But that's not the point," he raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk. "Did you drown it out?"
You realize as he said that that all you heard was his voice. Nothing else. A relieved smile spreads across your face. "Yeah. It's all quiet."
"Awesome! Next time I should totally charge for my services!" You both laugh, it's not like he had a lack of money.
"Yeah. Alright," you jump off the table. "Sorry about ruining the heist."
"No big deal. With your awesome mind reading powers we can break in a lot easier," even though he could rob them blind and they would never see him coming, he liked the thrill of planning it all out.
"Definitely," you agree.
"We should have a team name," he said in all seriousness.
"Really?" You raise an eyebrow. "And what should that be?"
"Hmm..." Peter thought about it. "I dunno. I guess we'll have to think about it."
"Whatever you say," you smirk in reply.