"BAMF: Part Two" (Peter Maximoff x Reader) *Requested*
A/N: Part Two! Hope you enjoy it! Request and leave feedback if you want! I love it! Also, idk if those books were out yet when this is set. I didn't google it. Woops.
Warnings: Kissing, Swearing
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Jean wasn't afraid to admit that she wasn't quite safe to be around when she had first arrived at the school. A telepathic, Omega level mutant with no control over what kind of damage she does or does not cause is not really something you want to expose to hundreds of students. That's why she was so well acquainted with the Negative Room. While most mutation cancelling chambers were cold and concrete, built with the intention of imprisoning mutants unfairly, Charles' build the Negative Room for the exact opposite reason. Sometimes temporarily negating powers is useful. He wanted a place where students could willingly stay while they were trained, so that those plagued by more unruly mutations could learn without consequence and relax. Jean had stayed in the Negative Room for three months before she felt comfortable enough to join the students. It was rarely used, as Charles never wanted to make children feel trapped. As long as new students weren't necessarily worried about being a threat to others, the Negative Room stayed empty.
Now, Jean had never been one use her powers against people's free will, but this was different. She knew there weren't many options in the realm of getting Y/N to follow her down to the school's basement. By the time Y/N knew what happened, She had been locked in. She called for Jean through the door, hitting a fist against the thick wall.
Jean smiled, her plan going decently well so far, "The door's locked! It won't open! I'm going to go get someone who can unlock it. I'll be right back!"
"Can't you just open it with your brain or something?" Y/N's muffled voice called after her. Jean rolled her eyes and continued up the staircase.
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Peter followed Scott down the staircase, cautiously. Scott practically had to drag him to that point. Peter had wanted to do nothing more than lay around and sulk for the past few days. Scott grabbed his arm, dragging him along.
"Come on! Jean said they were down here!" Peter groaned and stumbled behind him.
"Why should I care about a bunch of old records?" Scott almost stopped in his tracks. That wasn't like Peter at all. He shook the idea out of his head and kept trekking downwards towards the basement.
"Man, what are you talking about? You go to yard sales all the time and buy tons of old records and stuff. Bands you've never even heard of. Stuff from decades ago. You buy sets just because the album cover looks cool."
Peter sighed, "Well, we both know that I'll be too busy withering away to nothing to be able to listen to new music." Scott rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that Peter didn't hear. The two turned a few corners until they spotted Jean, leaning passively against a wooden door.
"Took you long enough" She grumbled. "She's been in there for almost an hour!"
Peter gave a confused frown.
Jean shot Scott a dirty look, "You didn't tell him?"
The boy shrugged in response, "You didn't tell her!"
Peter's brow furrowed, "Tell who what?"
Jean glanced at him, as if just noticing he was there. Then, before he could even process the situation, Jean had flung open the wooden door and Scott had pushed him inside, roughly. The door slammed and gave a little click as it locked behind him.
He turned and rattled the door handle in hopes to jar it free but it was no use.
He heard Jean whisper something to Scott and give the door a friendly tap.
"You two have fun in there! We'll be back in three hours!"
"What do you..." Peter stopped in his tracks. You two. He whipped around to see a shocked looking Y/N standing about ten feet away, still holding a book. His heart lurched as the puzzle pieces started falling together. He stood there for a second in silence, waiting for the spark and the cloud. Waiting for her to vanish. But she didn't move. Her wide, e/c eyes stayed fixated on him. He bit his lip nervously.
"-I know." She frowned as redness crept to her cheeks.
"Well I uh...I didn't mean to scare you...I'm Peter." He held out a hand to shake hers and she took it, carefully.
"Oh, I know. I mean...Jean mentioned that you uh...God, I didn't mean for that to sound so creepy." She smiled a little and Peter could feel his heart soar up into his throat. He swallowed.
"No worries. I understand. I knew your name, too. If I'm being honest. I love hearing about you from Jean. She mentions you sometimes...you're really funny."
Peter froze, "Wait...what?"
"Hasn't anyone ever told you you're funny?"
"I mean, yeah. I guess so, but I thought you hated me?"
The girl laughed a bit, pushing some hair out of her eyes, "Now why would you think that?"
"Well, I just got the impression that I scared you or you didn't want to talk to me. Everytime I've tried to talk to you-"
"I bamf. I'm sorry, Peter. I can't control it. It's because I'm nervous..."
Y/N froze, realizing she had seemingly backed herself into a corner.
"No! I mean, yes...but it's not a bad thing! I like being nervous!
Peter laughed a little, obviously disheartened as he tried to unscramble her words in his head, "You like being nervous?"
"-It's more like being excited. If that makes sense."
Peter made a "Ohhh" face and nodded, sitting down next to her, "So, I excite you. That's what you're saying." He smirked playfully.
Y/N blushed, "You're an exciting person, Maximoff."
Peter bit his lip, extremely happy about that use of his last name, "Well, I hope I'm real exciting because I've heard from an anonymous source from behind the door that we're going to be locked in here for three hours."
Y/N groaned and plopped herself onto the nicely made bed, "This all my fault."
"Is it now?" Peter raised his brow, "I was thinking the blame should fall to the people that locked us in here."
Y/N shrugged, "I was stupid enough to put the idea in Jean's head."
"Well I'm sure I wasn't very...discouraging either." Y/N paused. Had he talked about her? He glanced at her, meeting her eyes for a moment. He had nice eyes. A deep brown color. She cleared her throat.
"So you think this is the Negative Room?"
Peter exhaled and laid down beside her, stretching out his arms as he stared at the ceiling.
"Affirmative. You didn't Bamf and everything seems to be going at a pretty normal pace for me...but I haven't found our stay to have been a negative experience at all, so far." Y/N tried to stifle her smile at the stupid joke, which only made Peter's grin grow wider.
"I guess I was wrong about you being funny."
Peter mock gasped, giving her a look of betrayal as she laughed beside him.
"Well I'll have you know that I find myself, halarious."
She laughed again. He loved that laugh. It was like a wind chime or a bird song. Melodious.
"You've got the best laugh," He blurted out. Her heart fluttered and heat crawled up her neck. She finally managed to speak.
"Are you kidding? It's nothing compared to yours."
There was another silence.
"Goddamnit, Scott." He whispered under his breath. Y/Ns heart dropped back down into her stomach.
"I'm sorry. I know I'm not that fun to hang out with. I just-"
"No!" Peter shot up, giving her a shocked look, "No, it's not that at all. It's...it's the opposite really." He groaned as he ran his hands through his hair.
"He..Scott, I mean...It's all my fault. He locked us in here because...because he knows I've been stuck on you since I first met you." Peter's ears was tomato red. Y/N was frozen. She had suddenly lost the ability to speak. Peter shook his head, sitting up from the bed, "I'm sorry. Just...nevermind." He distanced himself, walking over to the bookshelf and pretending to be distracted.
Y/N sat up, "Peter...I..." She followed him across the room, approaching him slowly.
He opened a random book, "Can we just pretend like I didn't say-"
"-I really don't know if I can handle rejection from you, especially now that I know you're so funny and sweet and you actually don't hate me and-"
"Just forget I ever said anything!" He spat back.
Y/N stopped for a second, starting to get annoyed with his anxious rambling. She grabbed his arm.
"Don't tell me what to do."
With that she placed a soft peck against Peter's lips, pulling back almost immediately.
It was as if his endless supply of words had finally run dry. Those deep brown eyes were so close now and they were swimming with shock and confusion.
Uncertainty began running through her head. Was he kidding? Had she misread the situation?
They stayed there, nose to nose until Peter couldn't wait any longer to kiss her again.
He kissed her like had been waiting for months to do so. He had been. The boy finally let himself indulge in her. Like she was candy. He backed her against a wall gently as her arms snaked around his neck. She felt a deep groan in his chest. The air was thick and needy and loving. He held her face in his hands, running his thumb over her cheek as the other arm wrapped tightly around her waist. As the kiss slowed and the two struggled to catch their breath. He held her tighter and pressed his nose to the side of her head, "You have no idea how much I've thought about doing that."
"Probably about as much as I have."
He beamed, giving her one last little peck on the cheek. She let out a breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding in and laid her head back against the wall.
"You're an exciting person, Maximoff."
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When their captors returned an hour or two later, Jean gave the door a little rap before entering.
"Make yourselves decent!"
There was no response. Worriedly, she and Scott pushed open the door to find their friends in a much different position than they'd suspected. It seemed the two had found Charles' collection of Dr. Seuss' classics and it was now spread around over the floor. In the middle of the hoard laid their captives. Y/N was sprawled out on her stomach, still holding a copy of, "Horton Hears a Who", whilst Peter, who was also fast asleep, laid on his back with his head resting on Y/Ns shoulders.
Scott smiled to himself, taking in the scene.
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