I Hate You
“Hey- watch it,” Scott sighed, gripping Peter’s arm as he tripped forward.
“I’m trying to run us home, Kid!- I just- I can’t,” He ran a hand through his hair, Scott’s eyes widening.
“When you hurt your ankle out there-” He started, Peter sighing.
“It didn’t just get rolled,” He answered, pulling his pant leg up to reveal his now purpling ankle.
“Grade two or three sprain. I can’t fucking run,” He slumped against a large rock.
They forgot their exact location, but it was somewhere in the middle of no where.
“So, what? We’re stuck for the night?” Scott asked, Peter nodding.
“I guess- until they come back for us. I’m guessing Kurt passed out from teleporting everyone back,” He stood up, swatting Scott’s hand away when he went to help.
“Listen, I’m just trying to help. Your ankle looks really bad,” He said, Peter sighing.
“I don’t want your help- I don’t need anybody’s help. I never had it before, I don’t have to get it now,” He said, Scott feeling slightly bad.
“I saw a cave lookin’ thing when we were fighting. Let’s stay there for the night,” Peter said, walking away with a limp, wincing with every step.
Scott sighed, following after the older.
“I don’t want to be stuck with you, either,” He said, Peter giving him a glance.
“So keep your distance- what’ve you got in your backpack?” He asked, glancing at the bag on Scott’s shoulders.
“I dunno- a blanket, some food. A med kit, my contacts,” He listed.
“Extra clothes, a few water bottles- oh, and books,” He finished.
“Okay, at least we’ve got food and water,” He said, as the cave came into view.
After a few more minutes, they were finally there. Peter fell against the wall of the cave with a grunt.
“Gimme that med kit,” He ran a hand through his hair, Scott unzipping his bag and pulling it out. He passed it to Peter, who quickly kicked off his shoe and popped open the kit, wrapping his ankle up.
“I’ll heal by tomorrow,” He muttered, as the sun began to set.
“It’s gonna get cold. Where’s that food you packed?” He asked, Scott pulling out some snacks.
They ate in silence, on different sides of the cave. Then, Scott was pulling out the blanket, wrapping it tightly around himself as the night air nipped at him.
Peter looked up, biting his lip.
“Mind if I…” He trailed off, Scott sighing with a nod and lifting the blanket a bit.
“Come on,” He offered, Peter going over and fitting underneath it.
“Listen, Kid, I know you hate me, but you don’t gotta hog the whole blanket,” He shook his head, pulling at it a bit.
“What? You’re hogging the whole blanket!” He retorted, pulling it back to himself.
“I’m bigger- I need more,” He groaned, Scott snorting.
“And here I thought your insufferable ego could keep you warm,” He grumbled, pulling the blanket up to his neck.
“It’s fucking freezing, Jesus Christ,” Peter ran his hand through his hair, as Scott unzipped his bag.
“I can’t take it- I need to put in my contacts,” He murmured, taking out a small contact box.
He got them both in in about 30 seconds.
“Fuck, that’s better,” He sighed, pulling the blanket tighter against himself, taking it further from Peter.
“I can’t take this!” Peter suddenly groaned, holding the blanket up a bit.
“Look- come here, before we both freeze to death,” He said, Scott giving him a look.
“I would rather freeze to death then cuddle with you,” He glared, yelping when he was yanked into Peter’s side.
“Body warmth. Not cuddling,” He responded, arm tight around Scott.
“Yeah, okay,” Scott murmured, resting his head against Peter’s shoulder.
“This doesn’t mean we’re friends,” Peter placed his head on top of Scott’s, Scott nodding.
“We’ll never speak of this, ever,” He said, nuzzling closer to him.
“You’re warm,” He admitted, Peter humming and dragging Scott closer.
They huddled against each other in a stony silence, the only sounds being the ragged winds and their hushed breaths. Occasionally, one of them would murmur something to themselves, or shift a bit.
Scott sighed in contentment, somehow forgetting about everything for a bit. He shifted, tangling his legs with Peter’s and leaning more against him. Peter had both arms wrapped around Scott, and Scott tightly wrapped his own around Peter’s torso.
“You’re comfy,” He murmured against his chest, Peter chuckling lightly.
“Not too bad yourself, Summers, but God I can tell you’re still freezing,” He ran a hand down the younger’s arm.
“Mhm,” He stuffed his face into his chest, taking in the scent of pine.
“Smell like a forest,” He mumbled, tiredly, Peter’s brows raising as he placed his chin on Scott’s head.
“Yeah?” He asked, Scott nodding as he wound Peter’s shirt in his hands.
“I dunno why I hate you,” Scott randomly spoke up, Peter frowning in thought.
“Me neither, Kid, me neither,” He brushed a hand through his hair.
“Go to sleep, you’re tired,” He commanded, Scott nodding and moving a bit more. He moved so he was almost on Peter’s lap, head resting against him.
Peter nuzzled his face into his hair, taking in the scent of citrus.
They never spoke of it again, until another night about a week later.
“Hey, Maximoff,” Scott tapped his knuckle against the door, getting a ‘Come in!’ in return.
Upon walking in, Peter rose his brows at the male’s presence.
“What d’ya want, nerd?” He asked, Scott sighing as he fiddled with the sleep mask in his hand.
“I can’t sleep,” He said, Peter nodding his head as he realized what he was about to request.
“Come on,” He held the blanket up, Scott giving a grateful look as he walked over, replacing his glasses with the sleep mask as he did so.
“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He asked, pulling Scott against him.
“Nightmare,” He responded simply, nuzzling against Peter, trying to rid of any space between them.
“Why’d you need me?” He asked, running a hand through Scott’s hair.
“Good at cuddling,” He shrugged in response, and Peter could tell he was near tears.
“Kid, do you need to talk about it?” He asked, Scott letting out a broken sob.
“Shit- fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this in front of you,” He wiped under the mask.
“I shouldn’t be here,” He went to stand up, Peter keeping a firm grip on his waist.
“Hey, it’s okay. I understand, alright? You can talk about it,” He said, pulling Scott closer against him.
“I- it all happened fast- my parents- then Alex. I just, it kept repeating and I hate it,” He sobbed, Peter’s breath hitching.
“I’m sorry,” He murmured, pulling Scott against his lap and resting his head on top of his.
“Not your fault,” Scott wiped at his tears, Peter shaking his head.
“It kinda is- Alex’s death,” He said, sadly. Scott responded by punching Peter gently against his chest.
“No it’s not- he was already gone when you got there,” He retorted.
“I always thought you blamed me, y’know?” He whispered, Scott shaking his head.
“Never,” He said as an answer, conversation drifting off after that. Scott fell asleep there, and Peter fucking hated it when he planted a kiss against the top of his head.
“Hey, bitch,” Peter said as a greeting, as he entered the common room.
He planted himself beside Scott, Scott humming lightly.
“Maximoff. You need something?” He asked, looking away from where he was talking to Jean.
“Nah, I just like annoying you,” He responded, and suddenly there was a watch in his hand.
“This is nice, where’d ya get it?” He asked, Scott scowling.
“God, you’re infuriating,” He murmured, Peter grinning as he handed the watch back to him.
“I know I am,” He responded, as Jean watched the quarrel.
“Continue on with your conversation. Peter isn’t even here,” Peter joked, arm resting around Scott’s shoulder.
Jean rose her brows, but nodded, continuing to talk to Scott.
“What is up with those two?” Ororo asked one day, as she glanced into the common room.
“I hate you,” Peter said, Scott nodding his head from where he was reading his book.
“I know,” He said, fingers threading with Peter’s hair as he brushed his hand through, Peter’s head balanced against his lap.
“I hate you too. You’re so fucking annoying,” He said, Peter humming as he shut his eyes.
“Sometimes I wanna beat the ever living shit out of you. You aggravate me so much,” He said, Scott snorting.
“Feeling’s mutual,” He flipped the page of his book, gently scratching at Peter’s scalp. The older hummed again, Jean raising her brows.
“I can’t tell if they love or hate each other,” She said, Jubilee shrugging.
“Who knows anymore. They’re weird,” She said, giving them a look.
“I could kill you right now,” Peter pointed out, Scott nodding with a hum.
“I know. But you won’t.” He stated, Peter huffing and nuzzling his face more against Scott’s thigh.
“If you hated me so much, you’d have already killed me,” He pointed out, Peter shrugging.
“Maybe I’m waiting for the right moment, Dickwad,” He yawned lightly.
“Mhm,” Scott chuckled lightly, looking down at the older male.
“You aren’t. You’re also tired. You should sleep,” He said, Peter yawning again.
“Good idea. G’night, Douche,” He closed his eyes tighter.
“It’s the afternoon, but, good night, bitch,”
They constantly left their friends confused.
“Ugh,” Scott slumped against Peter, resting his face against his shoulder. Peter looked down at him, from where he was talking to Ororo.
“Bad day?” He asked, Scott nodding his head. Peter hummed, pulling him closer.
“I didn’t cause it? Damn, Summers, what could have happened?” He joked, eyebrows raised.
“Fuck you,” He whispered, wrapping his arms around his torso.
“Training wore me out. I didn’t get to study for the test I had today. We ran out of milk. A bunch of kids were being shit heads. Professor told me stories about Alex and Sean. Nobody’s gone shopping in forever, so all the food is shit. I’m just so done,” He listed, Peter nodding and running a hand through his hair.
“It’s okay, Kid. Days can be shit,” He said, as Ororo looked between them.
“I know. Thanks,” He moved closer, Peter resting his head on top of his.
“I fucking hate you,” Scott reminded, Peter nodding his head.
“I hate you too, Dick,”
Scott was surprised to find the fridge fully stocked the next time he walked in, and he knew exactly who did it.
“How are we looking?” Scott questioned, pressing his visor to project a beam. It hit an enemy, as he turned to punch one coming at him.
“Sexy. But not like we’re trying too hard,” Peter zoomed by, taking down multiple soldiers in the process.
“Like, sure, we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless,” Peter said, pausing his running to kick some dude in the groin.
“I meant with the enemies, Peter- Hey, Jean, on your left!” He called to the girl, whom automatically turned around, throwing the enemy against a tree.
Suddenly, Scott was tackled to the ground by someone.
“Shit- fuck,” He hissed, as the male punched at him before pulling a knife out of his holster.
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” He recommended, shifting his head when the knife was sent for it.
“Stop moving- it’ll make it easier,” The male hissed, Scott dodging it again.
He gripped at the man’s wrists, struggling to get the knife out of his hand as they rolled against the ground.
The man ended up giving him 2 light cuts against his cheek and arm, and he somehow got the knife swiped deeper against his thigh- and God, why was his ankle hurting so badly?
“Get the fuck off, man-,” He hissed pulling at the knife with one hand while pushing the guy's face back with the other.
Then, the male was gone in a silver flash, thrown somewhere on the battlefield.
“You okay?” Peter was at his side, helping him up. Scott nodded, going to stand up before he hissed, falling back down.
“Shit- my ankle,” He murmured, pulling his pant leg up a bit to reveal the swollen skin.
“Fuck- most likely a fracture. Let’s get you outta here,” He said, Scott going to talk when he was suddenly far from the fight.
In another fifteen minutes, it was all over.
“Okay, Kurt, do your bamf thing. I’ll take this guy home,” Peter commanded, Kurt nodding.
In a second, Scott was in his bathroom, seated against the toilet.
“You need to change for me to fix up that cut,” Peter commanded, placing a damp rag on Scott’s face. Scott just pushed his hand away.
“I can look over myself!” He hissed, Peter suddenly having a pair of shorts and a t-shirt in his hands.
“Not very well, obviously!” Peter signaled to his state, shoving the clothes into his hands.
“Look at you!” He said, Scott sighing as he took the clothes.
“I tend to not do that a lot, unlike someone, you vain bitch,” He murmured, Peter sighing and turning around.
“This is kinda serious, kid- your thigh looks cut up badly. Change, will you?” He asked, facing the other direction then Scott.
Scott quickly changed, occasionally wincing as he did so.
“Decent?” Peter asked, Scott giving the short response of, ‘Yes,’.
“Okay, kid, this is gonna hurt,” He said, kneeling down.
“Hank’s working it out with the police, so, you’re stuck with me. We’ve got to stitch this,” He said, Scott nodding.
“Go ahead, then,”
Peter was, surprisingly, good with wounds.
“Good morning,” Peter greeted one morning, trudging into the kitchen. He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms, and his hair looked almost perfect.
“Good morning to you,” Scott responded, as Ororo, Jean, and Warren watched from the table.
“They’re dating?” Warren asked, both Jean and Ororo sighing.
“It’s complicated,” They responded in unison, as Peter wrapped his arms around Scott’s waist, draping himself over his back.
" 'missed you this morning," He hummed, kissing at his jaw.
"Yeah?" Scott questioned, shivering a bit as the kisses trailed to his neck.
"Weren't there when I woke up. Was cold. Worried," He explained, nuzzling his nose into Scott's neck and inhaling deeply.
“I hate you,” He murmured, Scott chuckling as he poured himself and Peter a cup of coffee.
“I know. I hate you too,” He said, as Peter nuzzled his head deeper into his shoulder.
Scott just brought his hand up to Peter’s hair as he stirred in the sugar, massaging through his locks.
“Can I tell you something?” Scott asked, one day. They were seated against a wall, Scott’s legs pulled to his chest as Peter had his arms tight around him. Peter gave a nod for the younger to continue.
“You make me feel safe,” He confessed, shyly. Peter felt his breath hitch lightly.
The strong grip around him tightened, bundling Scott away from the world in a set of protective arms.
“I’m happy I do,” He finally said, brushing a hand through Scott’s hair.
"Doesn't mean I hate you any less," He added, Peter chuckling.
"Hate you too, Bitch,"
Oh, and the day some girl was flirting with Scott infuriated Peter.
"Big, strong, X-Men, huh?" She asked, fingers tracing his bicep.
"Yeah, I guess," He shrugged, not realizing the flirtatious tone.
"That's hot," She breathed out, biting her lip.
Peter glared down the corridor, before speeding over behind Scott.
"Hey, Kid," He greeted, stuffing his face into Scott's hair as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind.
"When're you gonna stop calling me that?" Scott hummed, leaning back into his touch.
"You'll always be a Kid to me," Peter shrugged, kissing the top of his head gently.
"Oh- you two are-?" The girl raised her brows, Scott making a disgusted face as he stuck his tongue out.
"What- no way. I fucking hate him," He said, though smiling when Peter kissed his neck gently.
"Same," Peter murmured, against his neck. Scott just smiled wider, turning his head to kiss Peter's cheek.
"Yeah, uh-huh," She nodded, Scott furrowing his brows.
"For real, I hate him. Despise him," He said, Peter nodding.
"My little arch-nemesis here," He ruffled his hair, Scott swatting his hand away.
The girl just slowly nodded, walking away from them.
They were not dating. Not even close. Just, touch starved. Yeah.
"And here are the training rooms," Scott continued, leading the small group to the training area.
Peter was already there, and he seemed to be fighting a training bot without using his powers, most likely practicing for the worst.
He was sweating a shit ton, brushing a hand through his damp hair.
"Who is he?" One of the two girls there asked- Scott remembered her as Alyssa.
"That's Peter Maximoff, or Quicksilver as most will call him," He explained, staring at the Male. He had just taken down the bot, and moved to grab his water bottle.
"Hot damn!" Madison swooned, blush over her face.
"Watch it, girl, I saw him first- ooh!" Alyssa grinned, as Peter disposed of his shirt, using it to wipe the sweat from his face.
"I saw him second- is he single?" She turned to Scott, who quickly looked away from Peter with a blush.
"Um-" He started, before feeling a breeze, Peter suddenly at his side.
"Hey, Nerd," He greeted, Scott rolling his eyes with a smile.
" 'Silver. How long you been training?" He asked, as Peter wrapped an arm around his waist.
"I dunno- four hours? Too long," He shrugged, as Scott stood on his tiptoes, running his hand through Peter's hair.
"God, you need to shower," He joked, Peter snorting.
"I know- go to bed after, yeah?" He asked, Scott nodding.
"Mhm. I'll just wait in your room for you after I finish touring," He said, as Peter pulled him tight against him.
He wrapped his arms around Scott's waist, leaning down to place a kiss against his jaw.
"You smell like shit," Scott pointed out, moving his head a bit so Peter could plant a kiss on his neck.
"I hate you with a passion," Peter hummed against his skin, Scott nodding.
"I know. I hate you too. More than anything," He responded, shivering a bit as Peter's hands trailed up his shirt.
They always felt like they had to reassure the other with that information.
"Go shower, Peter, I'll be up soon," He commanded, Peter letting out a small groan but nodding.
"Yeah, see you soon," He pecked his head, before disappearing in a silver streak.
Scott stared at where he was for a moment, before turning back to the group.
"Yeah, he's single," He answered, Madison's mouth falling open.
"You two, you're-" Alyssa started, Scott quickly shaking his head.
"No, we're not. Never in a million years," He shook his head, confusion crossing a few faces.
"Shall we continue?" He questioned.
“You seemed a little protective yesterday, around that girl,” Scott hummed, as he wrapped his arms around Peter’s neck.
“You seemed a little overprotective around that group of kids,” Peter retorted, running his hands across his waist.
“Hey, we’re talking about what I said first,” He jokingly glared, Peter shrugging.
“Maybe I was,” He responded, Scott’s brows raising as he tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of Peter’s neck.
“Why?” Scott questioned, his voice quiet as he stared up at the older.
“I don’t want to lose this,” Peter responded, his breath hitched a bit.
“This?” Scott bit his lip, Peter nodding his head.
“This. Whatever the fuck we’ve been doing. I like it, love it,” He explained, and Scott couldn’t hide the heat that rose to his cheeks.
“Makes me feel wanted. I want to keep this up, but if you get with someone, we probably won’t be able to,” He continued, Scott lightly biting his lip.
“I like waking up to you in the mornings and being around you and listening to you talk. As soon as you start dating someone, or vice versa, all that would end,” He said, trailing one of his hands to Scott’s face.
He moved his thumb to his lips, gently pushing his bottom lip out from under his teeth.
“Stop that- you’re lips are too pretty to be doing that,” He murmured, Scott inhaling deeply.
“I don’t want to lose this either, Peter,” He whispered, taking Peter’s other hand and intertwining their fingers.
“I don’t want to be with anyone, by the way. I want to stay the way we have been,” He ran his thumb around the back of Peter’s hand.
“You’ve been too good to me since this all started. You make me feel things- I get happy every time I see you, Jesus Christ,” He wetted his lips, as Peter massaged his cheek with his thumb.
“Those girls were talking about you- like, all flirty and shit. God, it infuriated me. I didn’t even know why, really. I just felt like walking over to you and begging you to hold me in front of them,” He unintentionally went back to biting his lip, Peter doing as he’d done before, taking his lip from under his teeth.
“I told you to stop that, Scott,” He scowled, Scott nodding lightly as Peter ran his thumb against his lip.
“I like this, and I like you, somehow,” He rested his head against Scott’s, the younger chuckling.
“I’m gonna kiss you, alright?” He asked, Scott’s breath hitching as he gave a curt nod.
“Yeah, do it,” He whispered, as Peter brushed their lips against each other.
Scott pushed forward, fully capturing Peter’s lips in his.
Their lips moved in a slow sync, Scott’s hands tangling in his hair as Peter gripped his face tightly. The kiss lasted a good 15 seconds, before they eventually pulled back.
“Wow,” Scott murmured, Peter nodding his head.
“Yeah, wow. Finally,” He ran a hand through his hair, before gripping Scott’s face again.
“So, what now?” Scott asked, as Peter gently kissed his forehead.
“Well, what d’ya say, Summers? Be my boyfriend?” He asked, Scott nodding his head.
“Practically already am, so, of course,” He chuckled, before dragging Peter in for another kiss.