Marvel Imagines [A Collection of Bucky, Loki, Pietro and Peter oneshots]

Stargazing ➳ Peter Maximoff

Pairing: Peter Maximoff X Reader

Setting: Prior to X-men: Days of Future Past | AU with present technology

Type: Fluff

Warning: None

Word Count: 1793

Notes: Okay, this book was originally only for MCU characters, but he's too cute omfg I can't. So I ended up adding him to my list of characters XD. Enjoy!

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It was around midnight. Unable to sleep, you kept turning around in your bed, trying to find the best position to drift off. Unfortunately, nothing had seemed to work for the past hours.

It's not like it was new: you were accustomed to this lack of sleep since a while already. Your mind was always so full of information to process that you unknowingly kept yourself awake. Sighing, you once again laid on the back, your gaze locked on the ceiling you couldn't see.

"I'm freaking tired, so why am I not sleeping?" you muttered to yourself.

You closed your eyes, once more trying to slumber, when a loud sharp noise resonated to your side. You winced in pain before turning around, to see your cellphone turned on. The ringtone kept playing over and over.

"Who the fuck is calling me at this hour..." you mumbled, attempting to take your phone in the laziest way possible.

Your fingers reached to it, and you flipped the cover to answer the caller, ready to make him go through bad times.

"(Y/n)!" shouted a familiar voice from the other side, which you instantly knew belonged to Peter Maximoff, your best friend. "How are you?"
"Trying to sleep, jackass..." you grumbled, leisurely sitting up in your bed. "Why would you be calling me at this hour?"
"My mom's annoying and I want to get out of here. Want to ramble around the city?"
"It's 12 in the morning, Peter. Besides, I'm tired—"
"You weren't sleeping, am I right?"

Your eyes widened in shock: you slightly pushed your window's curtain, afraid he would be down there stalking you. Seeing nothing, you turned around and concentrated on the conversation.

"How do you know?" you asked in complete awe.
"You're the one always complaining you can't sleep." he answered with a scoff. "What, you thought I wasn't listening to your constant rambles?"
"You're annoying, you know that?"
"Why thank you. Anyway, I'll be picking you up."
"I said I didn't—"

The conversation ended right away, and you exhaled loudly: he was no point in arguing with. You two were friends since Elementary school, and you had to say that when he had an idea in mind, never he would give up to it.

Thinking about theses old memories made you smile. You and Peter were closer than you had ever been with someone, and you were glad of it: even if he was stubborn, teasing and single-minded, he stayed the person you cared the most about in the entire world.

You were brutally drawn out of your thoughts by a clatter resonating on your window. Then another. At the third one, you pushed away the curtains and opened the window, gazing right down. You saw your silver-headed best friend, standing on the grass with a smirk stamped on his face.

"I thought you might have ditched me." he whispered, trying not to wake up the neighborhood.
"I've got to admit I considered that option." you replied, grinning.
"Real funny. Now could you please let me in?"
"Here."