Marvel and DC Imagines

Running with No Plans (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Y/N ran to the nearby park that she would always meet Pietro by. Sure enough, Pietro sat on the swing, his silver hair illuminated by the street light.

"Speedo!" You called, then stopping to catch your breath. Carrying a backpack of your essentials was heavy and you were definitely not fit enough.

"Hey, slowpoke, what took you so long?" A idiotic grin was on his face.

"I don't know, maybe because I was packing to runaway." You sarcastically retorted.

His eyes widen, "You actually want to leave?" He asked, his smile growing wider.

"No, I'm here to catch the train." You rolled your eyes.

"There is no train." He frowned, confused for a second.

"Dumbass."

"Idiot."

You glanced at him, "Where's your bag?"

"I didn't think you would come." He left in a blur of blue and silver but came back with a dark blue backpack in hand, wearing a goofy smile. "Let's go."

You smiled back.

Pietro always tried to convince you to leave your abusive home, but you always stayed because where else would you go?

Because you where a mutant like Pietro, you where basically disowned. You had the power to control gases, air and stuff like that. Pietro is your childhood friend and was always there for you when your bleeding or depressed.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"Wherever you want to go." He smiled.

A rush of adrenaline was in your veins as you smiled back, bracing yourself for the ride. He held out his arms and you hopped in them. The setting around you guys blurred as he ran.

Then he stopped and you hopped off, dizzy and ready to puke your guts out.

"I'm never going to get used to that." You mumble.

He just grinned, "You have to, your stuck with me remember?"

You scanned your surrounding and realized you guys where in front of a dim-lit, run-down building.

"A hotel?" You asked, frowning, "I don't—"

"They're open, and we are legal." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"What does—" you stopped for a moment to think about his words, "You horny—"

He pressed his finger against your mouth, shushing you. "I didn't say that, you thought it." He winked.

You rolled your eyes and strolled in the lobby.

The clerk looked bored and confused why 2 teenagers would want to book a room at 3 in the morning. But he didn't question anything.

"Can I have a room for 2 please?" You asked. "One night."

"Uh, Sure.... Can I have your ID." He said.

You handed him your fake ID and Peter did too. The clerk nodded and handed you guys your keys.

"B3" he said.

When you pushed open the door, it revealed two beds, a musty tv and a creaky couch. It was small, but it'll do.

"Wow, fancy." Pietro said, behind you. His blue eyes scanned the small room.

Peter set down your backpacks and pulled out a map out of his. He laid the map down on the coffee table across the couch and tv. You guys began to unpack.

"So we are about 4 towns away from home." He said home in a salty and bitter tone.

"Where are we going?" You asked again, from the bathroom where you where checking out.

There was a pause before he answered. "I don't know..." Pietro admitted.

You frowned and walked to the map where he is studying.

"We could just travel." Peter suggested.

"You mean run around with no plan?"

He shrugged.

You smiled and sat next to him, "Sounds good to me." You smiled at Pietro. You could see he was thankful you weren't bratty or strict on planning. You guys had always been a carefree and playful couple.

They may not have a plan.

They may not know their destination.

But all they had was themselves and things they salvaged,

But that was enough.

After all, it was better than the hell they ran from. For right now they where just reckless teenagers that just want to live.

And I guess, that's enough for now.

"I'm going to go take a shower." You said, getting up. Your few clothes was in your backpack.

Peter followed you into the bathroom, pulling off his jacket and shirt.

You frowned, "What are you doing?" Trying not to check him out,

"I thought we where taking shower." He said, innocently.

You pushed him out, red faced, "I am, you're not."