Marvel Imagines

Peter Q ~ Roleplay

You and your boyfriend, Peter, love doing roleplay. It was always a fun way to pass time on the ship. The rest of the crew always thought it was weird to act like a different person, so they never bothered you while you were in character, which always made you happy. 

Most days, you and Peter would do stories from his favorite comics or books from when he was a child, but today was different. You decided to create original characters. You both went through the closet of miscellaneous clothes to create the perfect character.

You walked into the room wearing a black dress with a beautiful headpiece covering your hair that was done-up into a curled bun.

"Hello beautiful," says Peter, dressed in a nice dress shirt, a striped tie, shades and a blue jacket labeled FBI, "Who are you?"

"I'm Janet Snakehole," you reply in an over-dramatic accent, "I'm a very rich widow with a terrible secret. Who are you?"

"Burt Macklin, FBI. The best damn agent they had until I was framed for a crime I didn't commit," he replied, as you gasped.

"I was framed, for stealing the president's rubies," he said, in a dark voice, "Now I work alone."

"Lovely to meet you."

"I gotta admit," he said in his regular voice, "I thought your costume would have maybe been a little more sluttier."

Still in character, you slap him screaming, "How dare you?" as you run into the piolets room, looking over your shoulder to see that damned, sexy smirk.

You stayed in the room for twenty minutes, before getting worried.

"Peter?" you called out, walking back into your room.

Suddenly, everything went dark and you felt someone gently shove you into a chair, binding your hands together behind your back.

"My name is not Peter," he whispered in your ear, before switching on a single light, revealing his face, "It is Burt Macklin, and I was hired to discover your secret. Tell me who you are, who you work for, and don't bother trying to lie to me, because I'm amazing."

"I am not Janet Snakehole, for my name is Judy Hitler," you say, playing along, "And I am the spoiled, only daughter of Adolf. And I'm going to tell my daddy you were mean to me, Bert Macklin. He's not going to like it very much. So untie me!" 

"Nice try, Miss Hitler, but you have something that I want," he says as you struggle in your bonds, "Where's the necklace with all of Germany's war secrets?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," you lie, feeling the rope finally slip off your hands.

"I think you do!" he yells, throwing a chair across the room.

"I don't!" you scream, staring at him.

"Now you give me that war-ending necklace or I will resort to torture," he says.

"Fine, I'll show you where it is, damn it," you give in. Suddenly, you get an idea.

"Your too good Macklin," you say, looking into his eyes, slightly leaning towards him.

"Don't you do it, Hitler," he said. "Don't you dare fall in love with me."

You lean up, closing the gap between his and your lips attacking them wildly.

He pulls back, yelling, "Hitler, you sexy bastard. No!"

"Yes!" you yell back, standing up and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him to you for another kiss. 

You guys kiss for a minute until you take the rope that was holding your hands, and loosely wrapping it around his neck, pretending to be choking him.

He plays along, throwing himself back against the wall, choking as you run into the hallway. Halfway down the hall, you jump into the vent, crawling into the kitchen and hiding behind the counter, noticing that the rest of the Guardians and Thor were sitting at the table eating.

After a minute, you hear Peter... Burt Macklin, run into the kitchen asking the Guardians where you were. They exchanged puzzled looks, and tell him they haven't seen you. You hear the footsteps scurry away. Once you knew he was gone, you jump out of your hiding spot.

"I was never here!" you whisper-yell as you run down the hall.

Suddenly, you scream in fear as the closet door opens, and he tackles you with more kisses.

You get lost in the moment, kissing him back, until you realize his lips were coated with a harmless poison that would knock you out for a couple of hours.

Right before you faint, you hear him whisper, "Macklin, you son of a bitch."

You knew you were gonna see more of Burt Macklin in your roleplay.