Title: Haunted Houses. Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader. Words: 646. Rating: K.
“Do you like it here?” Rolling your shoulders to loosen up some small knots, you gave Peter a quick smile of assurance, letting the Sharpie in your dominant hand doodle. The marker smell was stinging the inside of your nose. “The school, I mean.”
Peter licked his bottom lip, popping his mouth before answering simply, “It’s better than my mom’s basement. There really aren’t any rules here, and I can totally bring chicks over without her knowing.” He joked, Peter’s lips tugging into a small smile before dropping back to a flat expression as he explained, “I’m closer to you, my friends,” He thought for a few moments, his nose scrunching, “My mom wanted me out of the house more, I wonder if this is what she meant.”
You chuckled, the sound reverberating in Peter’s ears before silence fell over the two of you. Shots of pain would come from his broken leg here and there, but nothing that wasn’t used to. Pulling on his REO Speedwagon T-shirt, Peter lifted himself, slightly to readjust in the bed before puffing out a small sigh. Peter was restless, and you could tell. And for a guy who was always one for speed, and the extreme nature of sure, that didn’t surprise you.
It had only been a week or so since the fight against Apocalypse, but Peter was still paying the price of being brave. Reckon, it was only a broken leg, and it’d be better with time, but, time and patience was something Peter didn’t like to tango with.
“Does it hurt?” You asked Peter in a soft voice, idly letting the Sharpie in your hand trace along the cast that was snug around his leg. His only response was only a shrug of his slender shoulders as he watched you with a small pout. You knew his answer of course; asking was merely you trying to start a conversation with him. There was nothing you could really say to him to make him feel better about the situation, but you still tried. “You’ll be back on your feet in no time,” You told your boyfriend, adding a small heart to his cast. Peter watched your fingers intently, almost entranced by it. “I mean, look at it this way, you get to lay around all day, eat your snacks and watch T.V. Maybe, go bother Kurt or Scott.”
“Those are things I already do, though.” He chuckled, but you could tell it was a forced action. He was physically drained, and you could see it in his face, how he was holding his body against the headboard of your bed, and the heavy bags under his eyes. Heavier than usual, you thought to yourself, frowning a bit when he caught eyes with you. Peter’s dark eyes glanced over you, from the curve of your neck that seemed semi-inviting, down to your crossed legs where they lingered longingly. “You could join me though, keep me company.” The grin that expanded onto his face was childish as Peter’s eyes tugged back up to make eye contact. His expression made you smile, as studied the wrinkles around his eyes that would show themselves when he smiled widely. “I kind of want you to stay.”
“Awe,” You smiled, setting the Sharpie onto the side table, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Peter brushed back some of his soft, silver hair and laughed ever so gently, leaning over to press a hot kiss against your cheek, “This school is old as dirt, what if there’s ghost? Someone needs to protect me.”
“I’ll try my best to protect you, Pete.” You laughed, tilting your head down to give him a firm kiss, which seemed to be appreciated as he was eager to kiss you back, “As long as you protect me.”
“Trust me, no ghost is gonna even look at you after I’m done with ‘em.”
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