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Prompt: #3 "I don't know if I want to kill you or kiss you right now"

"Can I pick?"

#16 "You're a psychopath"

"I prefer creative."

#40 "It might be an unpopular opinion but not everyone can live a normal life."

#42 "Everything about this screams illegal"

Warnings: None

Extra: Enjoy!

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If you were to tell me that I was about to go on a date with a man who'd broken more laws than most mafia bosses, I'd tell you that you were insane. Why would I want to go out with someone who'd dedicated their life to crime?

Well, there was one exception to that statement. And that exception's name was Peter Maximoff.

His family had lived in the same neighborhood as mine for nearly ten years, and within that time, we became fast friends. He was the only person on the block the same age as me, so we bonded well.

It wasn't until we were eight years into our friendship that he showed me his true self. A mutant. I was a teenager then, but that didn't mean I was as close-minded as the rest of society. I accepted him, and he told me that for the first time, he had someone outside of his family who knew of his mutation.

After that, I was introduced into his life of crime. Small little heists that he knew he could get away with because who'd believe someone who said they'd been robbed by someone with super speed? They weren't necessarily serious crimes, but they definitely added up.

Two years after that he left, and I had as well. It wasn't to keep in touch with people back then, especially when you don't know their number. So, I chalked it down to "maybe we'll run into each other at the supermarket one day" and that was that.

A year after both of us left home to continue our lives, I'd returned to visit my family. My parents were making dinner, and I was unloading my car when a familiar voice called out my name.

"(Y/n)!"

Whipping around, I smiled widely. There was the man I thought I'd only see at a supermarket.

"Peter, hey!"

Peter sped across the road and met me at my car. I set my bag back into the trunk and greeted him with a hug.

"What are you doing here?"

"Visiting my mom. Are you visiting your parents too?"

"Yeah! I took the week off of work so I could come home and spend some time with them. We should hang out since we're both here."

Peter hummed in thought, "Nine on Friday? I can pick you up, not that it's a big deal."

"That works."

"Great. It's a date!"

Back in his house before I could blink, Peter was gone. Blushing when I finally processed the "It's a date", I retrieved my final bag from my car and rushed into the house, full of anticipation for the end of the week.

The rest of the week went by slowly, almost too slow. Sure, I loved spending time with my parents since I was living away from them, but I visited them as often as I could. Peter, on the other hand, asked me out on a date after I'd missed him for a year.

That Friday, I realized that Peter never told me where he'd wanted to take me, which meant I wasn't sure what I needed to dress for. So, I went semi-formal. You could never go wrong with that, because - obviously - it was in the middle of casual and formal.

"Mom, Dad, I'm going out," I called, getting robotic replies from my parents. They were on their last TV show for the night before they were going to bed, which meant they couldn't care less they were so tired.

Stepping onto the porch, wind whipped past me. Peter was there, wearing a bright smile, "Ready to go?"

"Mhm."

"Good. Hold on," Peter scooped me up, and took off.

I couldn't even register the wind against my skin we moved so fast. When we stopped, I was surprised by the lack of nausea and whip-lash. My neck felt warmer than the rest of my body, and I realized that Peter must have cradled it to prevent injury. That was sweet, and smart.

"Tada!"

It was the museum... after hours... and we were already inside. Eyes widening, I looked to Peter for an explanation. When he gave none, I panicked.

"Peter what the hell is this? We're in here, after hours!"

Waving his hand dismissively, Peter walked past me, motioning for me to follow him, "It's fine."

"No. It is not fine. Everything about this screams illegal!"

Peter didn't seem to mind. Instead he sent me a look that shut me up. It was a 'You're one to talk' look. He kept walking like he owned the place. He must have felt that way a lot considering his powers.

"The night guard is sleeping in the security room, and I already turned off the camera. I'll turn it back on when we leave. They'll call it a glitch in the system and never know that we were here."

"And what exactly are we doing here?"

Peter paused in front of a room. It was the newest exhibit on constellations. The museum had been announcing it for weeks. They'd gotten a state of the art projector for the show, making it feel like you were actually travelling through the galaxy.

"You're a psychopath," I whispered, following him into the exhibit.

"I prefer creative," Peter flicked on the projector and aimed it at the ceiling, "You've been complaining how illegal this is, but you're the one about to hack into the computer to start the show?"

Rolling my eyes, I stepped up to the clunky computer. Password protected as I expected, but there were easy ways around that.

I said I'd never date someone who's committed crimes because we'd be too similar in nature. Having found no solace in normal career options, I turned to my passion. Hacking. After high school, and a few computer courses in college, I moved to New York and became a hacker for higher. Sure, it was highly illegal, but I commited Robin Hood crimes so I didn't feel that bad about my lifestyle. The only one who knew the true depth of what I did was Peter. I told him my job plan before we parted ways, and he remembered.

"We're good," I announced, pressing play and rushing to sit next to Peter in the middle of the rows of seats; the best view apparently.

Both of us leaned back and admired the beautiful stars above us, without the boring voice of a museum worker explaining what constellations they were and how the universe was formed. It was nice, and peaceful. Until I was tempted to break the silence.

"So where have you been?" I asked quietly, eyes not straying from the Milky Way.

"A school for mutants. You know last year, when that guy almost destroyed the world?"

It was hard to forget Apocalypse. Everyone assumed that the world would be ending for everyone except mutants. Until he was mysteriously defeated by a group of people the press could never identify.

"Don't tell me-"

"Yep. It was me and a group of people from that school. Some adults, some teenagers. But damn, all of them were really powerful. It was cool, and I started living there to teach physics and to keep going on missions."

"There were reports about Magneto being there. Did you... you know, talk to him?"

"Yeah. But I didn't tell him that I'm his son. It felt like a bad time. He left after that, and I'm not sure if I'll see him again. But I met him, and saved the world with him, and that led me to all of my friends now. So, I'm okay if he doesn't know."

We gasped in unison as a star exploded, forming a new galaxy of purples and blues. Gorgeous, otherworldly.

"So, teacher and a hero on the side?"

"Well, contrary to popular belief, not everyone can live a normal life. You of all people should know that. Speaking of which, what's been your most interesting contract?"

"I stopped the Soviet Union from hacking the government, that was pretty cool. I talked to the president over the phone. He was chill. And I got a lot of money from that contract too. All I have to do is keep quiet about it, or I'll die mysteriously. We made a deal too, I've got immunity."

"You're telling me the government hired you to protect itself from the Soviet Union instead of using one of their own hackers?"

Chuckling, I smirked smugly, "What can I say? I'm the best in the business."

Peter smiled. After that, it became quiet again. All that was there was the fake stars, the both too loud and too quiet music going along with the presentation, and Peter. I nearly gasped when he reached over and grabbed my hand. My eyes flicked to it, then to him. He wasn't looking at me, instead focusing on the ceiling. Lips quirking, I returned my attention to the show.

After, I shut down the computer system, and walked out of the museum hand in hand with Peter. He left me for a few seconds to turn the cameras back on, but besides that, we stuck to each other like glue. Our hands hadn't left the others since Peter grabbed mine during the show.

"It's weird to see the actual sky after staring at a projection for so long," I told him after we stopped on my doorstep.

"I guess it is. Unless all of this is a projection," Peter joked, causing me to laugh.

"I would say let's do this again, but both of us have important jobs to go back to. They make it kind of hard for dating, don't they?" It was the disappointing reality I'd been avoiding that entire night. I'd agreed to go on the date, had been more than willing to act on my long-term crush, but in the end, we'd have to part ways and continued out 'maybe see you at the supermarket' phase.

"Hey, uh, where are you living right now?" Peter asked suddenly, ignoring my previous statement.

"New York, more in the country surprisingly. It's peaceful, and easy to work up there. Why?" My brows furrowed in confusion.

"How far from Westchester County?"

"Forty minutes, maybe. Why do you ask?" I was slowly getting more confused.

The mischievous glint I loved so much shined in Peter's eyes, "Well... I got a new contract for you. A permanent one, at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. The headmaster is awesome, and is offering you a room if you want it, pay, and, well, you'd get to see me all the time. There's a lot of organizations that are doing shady things to mutants out there, and we need someone who can figure them out."

My jaw fell. Peter had planned all of that in how little time? Three days? He got me a new job, a new home, all so we could continue to see each other.

"I don't know if I want to kill you or kiss you right now," I muttered in astonishment.

"Can I pick?" There was that mischievous glint again.

"Nope. I've figured it out," I tugged on Peter's jacket and pushed my lips to his. It was nice, and something I'd daydreamed of for nearly five years, "When do I start?"

Peter grinned, "Monday. I'll see you there."

"Count on it, Maximoff."