Escape Room (Peter Maximoff x Reader)
The X-men sometimes had strange trials and test for the mutants who wanted to join their ranks. Y/N didnât particularly want to join the team since her mutation wasnât made for battle. Her hands, forearms, and feet were covered in an odd texture similar to a catâs tongue, which allowed Y/N to stick to virtually any surface. Unlike a catâs tongue, the mutation was visibly retractable although prone to appearing if caught off guard.
As Y/N raced through a maze of steel grey hallways that branched off with dark rooms, she were unaware of another X-men racing in the same direction. Every room looked dark and ominous except for the one both people were heading for. It was obviously a trap; it was the only lit room out of dozens. There had to be a reason.
Peter beat you to the room by several seconds, scanning the room at breakneck speed to find nothing except blank walls. A moment passed before Y/N rushed in and scanned the room in much the same way he had. The door slammed shut with a resounding slam.
âWhat the hell?â Y/N whispered as she ran her hands over the smooth surfaces, hoping to find some indication of difference.
It was only a few minutes before Peter became antsy to move again. The energy was building in his leg, stretching up his spine into his neck until every muscle felt ready to burst. He began to pace in what he considered to be a jog. Even this pace was enough to make someone motion sick in this cramped space.
âPeter, please. Youâre making me sick. You arenât helping.â Y/N rubbed her temples in an attempt to calm her spinning head.
âAnd feeling up the walls did so much.â Although Peter was prone to tease he did cease his jog for her.
âAt least Iâm trying.â
Peter laughed. There was no danger in their current situation, so he wasnât being serious about the exercise or what it may be teaching. Scott was going to be pissed. âSo walk up and stand on the ceiling.â
âThen weâll be opposite one another. âCause weâre so opposite. Iâm fast and youâre really really really slow.â Peter was teasing, his heavily lidded eyes sparkling as Y/N squinted defiantly and walked up to the wall to stand on the ceiling. âMaybe PX wants us to learn balance.â
âYouâre an idiot.â Y/N muttered, hanging upside down as if it were nothing thanks to an added benefit of her mutation. The bodyâs circulatory system was self-regulating so that no blood rushed to the head. Comes in handy for playing a vampire for Halloween. It also meant it was impossible to blush, which was currently beneficial.
âProbably right.â Peter ran several laps around the room, creating a whirlwind that sent Y/Nâs hair whipping in every direction. When he stopped, Peter was dangerously close to her face with the same lazy smile on his face.
âHey, Y/N?â His voice was quiet, drawing her in closer. Y/N nodded silently, too afraid her voice might squeak and give her away.
âYouâre Spiderman and Iâm Mary Jane.â Peter winked devilishly.
Caught off guard, Y/N instinctively released her foothold and gracelessly fell in a heap on the ground. She was suddenly very glad that her blood behaved itself because that had to be the most embarrassing thing that could have happened.
Peter reached out and lifted Y/N to her feet quickly, laughing uncontrollably.
When it seemed he may never stop laughing, the walls disappeared around the two and turned back into an empty training room. Scottâs voice crackled over the intercom.
âPeter, I swear, if you donât start taking these trainings seriously-â
âYou expect me to not laugh at that? She fell off the ceiling!â
âI hate you.â Y/N muttered in a monotone. In a second Peter had an arm swung around her shoulders, playfully pinching her cheek.
