Two Freaks (Quicksilver x Reader)

Two Freaks
Quicksilver x Reader

The year was 1973 and summer time had finally approached. (Y/n) and her friends spent the entire day, going to the mall, and buying everything they needed for the perfect house party.

"So who are we going to invite?" Her friend asked as she looked at the list of phone numbers in front of her. "If we call Cindy, she can ask her boyfriend. And said boyfriend, can ask the football team." She giggled. "I know the quarterback has some eyes for you."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and shook her head. "He doesn't 'have eyes for me'. He just looks at every girl like that." She sighed as she got a drink from the fridge. "But yeah, ask Cindy if she can call people too."

Her friend nodded and dialed the phone, laughing with her friend on the other line; not even watching as (Y/n) slipped out of the room, and the house all together.

She walked down to the mail box and sighed deeply as she looked at the mail in her hands. It seemed like every day, she would get her neighbors mail and have to walk over and give it back to them. Not that she minded, because every time she knocked on the door, the cute silver-haired teen would answer the door.
(Y/n) grabbed what looked to be all the mail that didn't belong to her and went over to the pale brick house that was next to hers. One firm knock on the door was all it took before the brown haired woman opened the door.

"Can I help you?" She asked while she took a sip from the coffee cup in her hands, her face already showing the signs of a headache.

"I was getting the mail today, and I noticed that most of it was yours." (Y/n) told her as she held out the mail to her, she let out a slight laugh as the woman kept staring her down. "I feel like this happens a lot, and--"

"Don't go snooping in my mail again." The woman snapped as she snatched the mail out of the girls hands, slamming the door behind her as she went back into the house.

(Y/n) huffed and flipped off the wooden door before she walked back down the steps so she could get back to her house and start planning the party.

But before she could, the door opened and the silver-headed teen she was thinking about walked out of the house and went over to her. "Sorry about my mom, she's kind of a bitch before she's finished at least two cups of coffee."

"Don't worry about it. I'll call it even because I flipped her off. Well, not her, but I'm pretty sure your front door got offended by it." She smiled at him, running a hand through her hair.

He laughed and nodded. "Hey, do you want to come inside for a bit? I have a ping pong table and we could play for a little bit." He smiled at her. "Oh, I'm Peter by the way." He told her as they walked inside his house; going right down into the basement.

(Y/n) smiled and looked around the room. "Is this all yours?" She asked him as she moved closer to the Pong game before going over to the ping pong table and picking up a paddle.

Peter nodded and smirked. "Yeah, it keeps me busy. I usual just play everything by myself though." He told her as he served the ball to her.

"You play by yourself?" She asked him, frowning as she realized that he went to the same school as her and she didn't even know until she actually talked to him.

He gave her a weak smile in return. "It's not too bad. But I can show you how I do it, if you can keep a secret."

(Y/n) giggled and nodded as she put the paddle down and went over to sit on the couch. "Alright, I'll keep the secret. Now show me."

Peter picked up the ping pong ball and batted it to the other side of the table, zipping around to the other side and hitting it back--this going on until he caught the ball and looked at her. "See? That's how you do it, just gotta run super fast like me."

She blinked and stood up and walked over to him. "So, you can run like, really fast?" She asked him.

"Yeah, that's what I can do. I told you a secret, now you tell me one of yours." He smirked at her.

(Y/n) sighed softly and rolled her eyes. "What are we, seven?"

Peter took the liberty of trying to get her to give him a secret by asking her over and over while he raced around the room. "Just come on, anything! I showed you one of my biggest ones!"

"Fine! I'll show you. But it's just as big as yours, so no telling anyone." She smiled as she took a deep breath while she backed away from him. She raises one hand near Peter and he ran out of the way just in time as three shards of ice flew at him.

"You were gonna hit me!" He yelled, a smirk on his lips as he really wasn't that mad at her.

(Y/n) looked down at her feet and nodded. "Well you want to see what I could do. I-I have a hard time controling it, I'm sorry.." She sighed softly as she saw he didn't look mad at her. "Are you okay with it?"

Peter smiled as he walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "I think that we're going to be really good friends (Y/n)."

"Hey, I'm having a party at my house tonight, and I would really like it if you--you know, stop by for a bit?" She asked with a slight blush as she looked at him.

Chuckling, he nodded. "Yeah, I'll go. But as a warning, I might just hang around with you all night." He told her as he pulled away from her to go over to his Pong game. "What are you gonna have at your party?"

She smiled and went to his side, watching him play his game at superspeed. "I know food, but it might not be anything good. I don't know who can get their hands on alcohol, so don't expect that."

Peter stopped his game and nodded. "Sounds like something I might like. I'll go, but as long as you provide fresh ice."

"I hope that I can trust you, because not even my best friend knows it. And if you tell anyone, I swear I'll freeze your face off." She warned as she started to walk over to the stairs that lead down to the basement. "So I'll see you there?"

"Yeah, I'll be there." He smiled as he watched her leave, before turning back to his game.
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"I can not believe that you invited Peter Maximoff to our party, he is such a loser!" Her friend yelled at her as they went into the kitchen together.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "Relax. He's a really nice." She said as she poured herself a soda. "I talked to him today, and we hung out for a little bit, and I asked if he wanted to come--"

"But he's lame (Y/n)! He's such a dork, and you're never going to get any guys with him around!" She yelled at the girl before she grabbed her own drink and walked back out into the living room.

Peter walked into the kitchen and smiled at (Y/n). "Hey, this party's okay." He chuckled as he grabbed himself a drink. "I usually like my partys with a little less name calling, but this ones alright."

(Y/n) huffed slightly as she couldn't help but feel bad. "Do you want to ditch this party?"

"Isn't this your house?" He asked her with a smirk as he took a sip of his drink.

"I don't think anyone's going to miss me." She sighed softly as she watched the party go on. "Nothing's going to happen, my friend won't let anything happen."

Peter gently grabbed her, pulling her close to himself. "Close your eyes." He said as he gently placed one hand on her neck.

She closed her eyes and felt a rush of wind, but when she opened them; the party was gone and she was standing in Peter's basement. "Who made fun of you at the party?" She asked him while she took a seat on his couch.

"I heard your friend talking about me. I will say though, I'm kind of glad you didn't agree with her." Peter said as he sat down on the couch next to her. "Or told her that I was even weirder than she thought."

(Y/n) looked at him and smiled. "Don't worry about her calling you names. She's just jealous of your hair." She giggled as she reached over and russled it.

He laughed and gently swatted her hand away. "Okay, so do you like me?"

She blinked and nodded. "Y-Yeah, I think I do." She smiled softly as she moved closer to him.

Peter smirked and leaned in closer, giving her a small kiss. "Two freaks, together." He laughed.