Never The Outcast - Peter Maximoff x Fem! Reader
So! I've decided to try my hand at writing for baby Quicksilver! I mess about with CharacterAI at times, and one of the characters I love 'talking' to, is Quicksilver, he's just so freaking goofy! Anyway, you are a mutant in this story, and this is his reaction to your powers...
The school was relatively quiet today, nothing much was going on, classes were in session, the kids that weren't in classes were training, or just enjoying the sun, out on the grounds. The X-Men were busy training themselves, Mystique leading the group, as always, Hank observing from the side, taking notes of strengths and weaknesses, anything he could change to each member's suits to help. Jean was honing her abilities, whilst trying not to destroy the apple in front of her. Scott was busy focusing his blasts on one spot, so unknowingly like his older brother. Kurt was trying to lessen the time it took to be able to teleport again, as well as testing his agility by teleporting higher and higher, focusing on landing. Storm was outside, because obviously she couldn't practice much inside... And Peter was essentially figuring out how much of a menace he could be without getting into too much trouble, he was rushing about the school as usual, seeing how far he could push his limits. He was running between the classrooms, messing up hair, chalkboards, notes, anything he could to leave a mark that he'd been there.
So when he passed by the Professor's office, seeing him and Logan discussing something, seemingly quite perturbed about it, he decided to slow down for once in his life and find out why. He hid behind the wall next to the open door, I mean, if they didn't want anyone to spy on the conversation, surely they'd close the door? Charles was sat in his chair, his brow creased and his hand coming up to cup his chin, a worried expression on his face. Logan looked fairly indifferent, or rather, grumpy, as usual. "So... What do we do?" Logan asked, gruffly, facing away from the door, looking out the window.
Charles sighed, "Honestly, I'm not sure, we've tried bringing her here multiple times, but she's not a child anymore Logan, it would be more difficult. She's convinced herself that, even here, she'd be left out, ever the outcast..." He said softly, trying to keep his voice down, but he suddenly looked up, looking towards the door and raising a brow. "Peter." He said sternly, causing said speedster to flinch. Moving to lean inside the door frame, one hand gripping the top of the frame, he smiled weakly.
"Hey, Prof," He drawled, hoping if he acted like his regular, goofy self, it would get him out of trouble, not that they could catch him anyway... Charles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, but motioned for him to come in anyways. Peter cautiously made his way into the room, noting that, usually, he would have gotten into more trouble, but seemingly, the problem they were talking about, this mysterious her, was more of an issue, because the look Logan gave him, was more worried than irritated.
"No point in hiding it, especially if he's heard," Logan told Charles, "He'll tell half the school in less than a minute." He continued, looking at Peter, now seeming a bit more irritated. Charles nodded along, whilst Peter wondered if he should feel offended, he wasn't that much of a gossip, just liked talking to people and his mouth moved quicker than his brain did...
"Sit down Peter," Charles asked, motioning to the seats in front of his desk, Peter sat, crossing his ankle over his knee, quite relaxed considering the current situation. "We've known about a mutant a few cities away for quite some time now, about twelve years, each time someone from the school has gone to recruit her, she doesn't react well..." He told him, handing him a file with the name on the front blacked out.
Peter took the file, suddenly serious, in work mode, he leafed through the file, first, seeing a young girl, about fourteen, all candid shots. Then it shifted, she was a few years older, about eighteen, in each photo, she looked more and more sad... She had age in her eyes that shouldn't have been there, like she'd seen to much of the world and was already growing tired of it. He smiled slightly, "Nice shirt," He mentioned, seeing that she was wearing a Van Halen shirt. Logan murmured something about him being a typical guy, looking at her chest first, Peter gave him the finger in response.
Peter turned the page of the file, this time seeing pictures of the city that she seemingly left in her wake. The ground had been torn up, there was evidence of crowds of people running away, and there she was, sat alone, calm, but so, so sad. "What's her power?" Peter asked confused, it was too hard to figure it out with the pictures in the file.
Charles nodded at him to turn the page, he did, seeing a form filled with any information they could get on the girl, or woman now.
Name: (y/n) (l/n)
Age: 13 (On discovery), 23 (Current, roughly)
Status: Mutant, Alive
Power: Necromancy - Subject can raise and animate bodies from the ground, controlling them to her liking. Subject can communicate with spirits and the dead. Subject has the ability to kill plants and small animals if she wishes, could potentially kill humans, all through touch. Subject has tremendous control over her powers.
Determination: Dangerous.
Peter's eyes widened, "Necromancy?" He asked curiously, he hadn't heard of any mutant that could have power over life and death like that... Charles nodded gravely.
Logan picked up for him, "We've tried a few times to bring her here, but each time we tried when she was a kid, she gave us the slip, difficult to kill whatever she sent at us when they were already dead, I impaled one through the eye socket, it just kept coming for me." He said, it was unnerving to hear Logan, Wolverine, sound so scared. Peter stared back at the photo of the young girl, in the first picture of her, she looked so calm, it was slightly unnerving, only a child, but she held the maturity of an adult.
"So have you tried asking her again? I mean, since she's an adult now, it's not like you can just bring her here..." Peter asked curiously.
Charles scoffed, "We've tried, multiple times Peter, she refuses to come here, she believes she'll be treated exactly the way she always has been. We're running out of options and, whilst we'd rather have her as an ally than an enemy, we might be forced to bring her here and keep her here, indefinitely. She's dangerous Peter." The professor told him.
Peter's face soured a little, "You can't just kidnap her, you definitely can't keep her locked up somewhere, cause we know how well that works." He said disgruntled. Peter knew the feeling of being the odd one out, and with a power like that, he wasn't really surprised this woman felt that way, she'd be looked at like a freak by some of the kids here too...
Charles nodded, a bit miffed that Peter had brought up their past endeavours, "We know that, but again, we're running out of options, we want the team to go and speak to her, best bring everyone, it's been a while since we've seen her, we don't know the extent of her power..." Peter nodded in response, "How quickly can you go and let the team know?" Charles asked. Peter raised a brow, his face asking, seriously?
Charles nodded, "Right." He realised his error, as Peter zipped out of the room, back down the training arena in the lower floors under the school.
The X-Men, in all their spandex glory, left the quinjet, looking around at what was supposed to be a neutral area that this mysterious woman had agreed to meet them at. Everyone was on high alert, except for Peter, he was more intrigued by this woman, this (y/n). As they looked around, they hadn't noticed the figure sitting in the tree nearby, "Wow, didn't know I'd be dealing with the men in tights," A voice called out.
The team spun around, seeing the woman in question, sat a few feet in the air, quite calmly, even though it was obvious by the group they were on edge. Scott had a hand on the side of his glasses, Mystique was bent at the knees, Hank mimicking her, Jean was stood to one side, trying to reach inside (y/n)'s mind, but seeming to struggle.
(y/n) chuckled, "Don't bother red," She smirked, "You're not getting in here, not that you'd want to." She informed, tapping her temple. Jean looked up at her confused, it was rare that someone with no telepathic powers could be hidden from her. "I've dealt with telepaths before," She explained softly, "Not that I'd like to again, it's fairly invasive." She told the group, Peter was happy to notice that she was once again wearing a band shirt, Queen this time.
"So, what do you guys want?" She asked, jumping down from the branches, trying not to be hurt when they all stepped away from her, she sighed, "I'm not going to hurt you, not unless I have to." She told them, sitting down at a nearby picnic table, gesturing for them to sit.
Peter did, without much prompting, the other seemed a bit more hesitant. Mystique got straight to it, "We want to take you back to the school, apparently you already know about it, so I probably don't have to explain much." She said, fairly gruff.
(y/n) scoffed, "Oh I know about it, each person who tried to recruit me when I was a kid, wound up screaming and calling me a freak..." She told them coldly, "It wouldn't shock me if you people did the same."
Jean looked sad, and almost angry, "Why would we do that?" She asked softly, "We're all freaks, at least in this society."
(y/n) shook her head, "When it's other mutants, who are scared of you and so busy running away that you can't explain how scared of yourself you are, you don't take too kindly to the rest of them." She told them, standing and pacing as she spoke.
Peter felt awful for her, he loved his powers, sure they were hard to deal with at times, like in high school, he hated having to sit still for so long to do classes and exams, but most people thought his power was kinda cool, including regular humans. "Could you show me-us?" He asked, trying to correct himself before anyone noticed his slip up.
(y/n) looked at him confused, "Show you what?" She asked, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she took him in, he was like no X-man she'd seen, he was fairly laid back, his silly goggles messing up his silver hair, he was sat, leaning back against the table of the picnic bench, with a lollipop hanging out of his mouth.
"Your powers," He answered, hoping she'd say yes. The others looked at him in shock, what would stop this random woman from using her powers against them? (y/n) looked at Peter, suspicious, wondering briefly if he was mocking her, but the look on his face, his eyes meeting hers and his mouth straight, seemed deadly serious.
(y/n) sat next to him, he was sat on the bench closest to her, alone, everyone else staying on the other side of the table, probably to avoid her. Sighing, confused, to herself, (y/n) held her hand above the ground, palm facing the grass. Closing her eyes, Peter managed to catch them flashing a vibrant purple before they shut, the earth beneath them began to rumble, not so much an angry feeling, just a gentle tremble. The soil seemed to open up, sprouting some bones, that lay there relatively, well, lifeless.
Until they seemed to shiver, connecting themselves until what was stood there, was a small creature, a kitten, Peter thought. The team looked between (y/n) and the creature, Storm was mumbling to herself in Arabic, Scott just silently swore. The kitten's skull looked at each person, no emotions behind its eyeless sockets, until its 'eyes' finally landed on (y/n), it perked up, carefully tottering over to her, walking on its skeletal paws as though it were walking on ice, still not quite used to the feeling. It stumbled over and rubbed its skull against her ankle, still not big enough to reach any higher.
Peter looked on in awe, "That's incredible," He whispered, and he really meant it. The rest of the team, Jean especially, looked like they might be sick, but Peter thought it was oddly beautiful.
(y/n) smiled, a real smile, not a smirk or a grimace, a genuine smile, and all of a sudden her face seemed years younger. "Wow, you actually mean that," She said, looking fairly shocked.
Peter nodded, becoming more and more excited, "Are you kiddin'!? You're like a video game character!" He said ecstatic. (y/n) laughed a little, and now Peter was in awe for a different reason. She bent down and picked up the kitten, and it stayed together, as if it still had muscles and tendons, she placed it on the table, playing with it and a bit of grass.
Peter looked at (y/n), not wanting to rush her but wanting to ask again, "Would you at least consider coming to the school?" He asked, hoping the answer would be yes but the relaxed smile dropped from (y/n)'s face, "You don't have to say yes now, but it might have changed around there, since the last time?" Peter offered weakly.
(y/n) thought to herself, "I never caught your names," She mentioned softly.
Peter smiled, "I'm Peter, mutant name, Quicksilver," He told her proudly.
(y/n) chuckled, "Mutant name, what like a hero name?" She asked, mostly teasing, but stopped when he nodded. "Seriously?"
Now it was (y/n)'s turn to be surprised, "So what powers do you have, to earn the name Quicksilver?" She asked curiously. Peter smirked and stood to his feet, brushing off his suit. And in a moment, he was gone, (y/n) looking around wildly, the others chuckling, remembering their first encounters with his super speed. In the next second, he'd returned with a handful of flowers he'd 'found' and mustard on his face from the hotdog he was halfway through eating.
(y/n) looked up at him in shock, but a smile appeared on her face as she took the flowers he offered her. "Super speed?" She asked him. He nodded smirking. (y/n) fiddled with the flowers in her hand, smiling a little.
Jean took the lead of the group that was still a bit unsure of their new acquaintance, "I know what it's like, to be the outcast, even in a school full of weirdos, they all seemed to hate me, or be afraid," She said solemnly, "As someone who knows just how badly that kind of thing hurts, I can't believe I acted that way... I'm sorry..." She finished, sitting nearer to (y/n), playing with the skeletal cat herself.
Peter smiled at Jean, silently thanking her and hoping the others would follow her lead. He looked back to (y/n), "I get why you'd want to avoid the school, and you're not exactly a youngster anymore, but maybe you can show them. Show them how cool your powers are, show them how kind you can be, that you're not dangerous?" Peter asked softly.
The others were a bit shocked at how eloquently Peter was speaking, expecting him to finish it with a joke or sarcastic comment, but he didn't. (y/n) thought to herself, the world had never been kind to her, who's to say they would be, that this school would be better for her?
(y/n) sighed, "Do you know what it feels like?" She asked gently, "To have been abandoned by everybody who's supposed to care about you..." Her voice shook with strong emotions. "My parents... They left me as soon as they could when they'd found out about my powers..."
Peter's eyes widened in shock, he felt such sadness for this woman, and anger towards her parents. They were no parents if this was how they treated their child. "Last I knew, they'd moved to California, they had new kids, normal kids..." She murmured, "At least they're happy now. All I know now, is that when I'm around others, they're at risk of getting hurt, when I'm alone, I can't hurt anyone and they can't hurt me." (y/n)'s voice was becoming more stoic as she continued.
Peter crouched down in front of her, looking up to meet her eyes, his own were imploring, the soft brown making the cold girl feel weak. "I can't imagine what you've been through, but know, I would never let that happen to you again. Anyone who decided to turn against you for having such amazing powers, are idiots." He said, placing a hand on hers, rubbing a thumb against her knuckles, "See? You're not hurting me." He said gently, "I promise you, this is a place you can be safe, you'll never be an outcast around me." He seemed fairly confident as he spoke.
(y/n) looked down at their hands, turning her's over to entwine their fingers, smiling when nothing bad happened. She looked to Peter and nodded, "Okay..." She murmured. This seemed to be the beginning of something and she was interested to see what happened next.
