kleptomaniacs

She sat in the kleptomaniac's room, bright eyes flicking from one stolen gadget to another. Though she wasn't actually fearful of the boy, Peter Maximoff set off a thousand butterflies in her stomach, making her bashful and nervous around him, though he compensated for this with his forward, albeit somewhat arrogant, manner. Teeth biting down on her plush rosy lips she stood up, leaving the soft kingdom of pillows and worn-in sofa cushions and making her way across the tattered carpet to the myriad of arcade games that sat on the other side of the room. Acting upon instinct she stepped towards Ms Pacman, a personal favourite of hers and one that Peter had 'found' for her. She slotted a stray coin from her pocket into the machine and began to play, quickly becoming absorbed, the pressure of her teeth on her lips increasing as her concentration grew. Just as she was nearing victory a pair of familiar arms snaked around her waist, and although familiar she jumped and whisked around to the face of the one, the only Peter Maximoff. A blush rose to dust her cheeks a light pink, the tips of her ears getting red at the proximity of his face. It seemed no matter how much time she spent with him, she just couldn't shake off the loving nervousness she had when she first laid eyes on him.

The proximity of his pink lips grew closer to her own, a smirk slunk onto his features, a soft grin on hers. With a deep breath she reached up on her toes to fill the gap, her arms beginning to slide around his neck and her lips coming into contact with his. She sunk into the embrace, feeling herself finally relax. He kissed back gently, savoring the moment as a precious treasure. Deepening the kiss Peter pressed his body onto hers, pushing her back towards the sofa. Heat rushed up towards her cheeks when she felt cold air hit her stomach, the kiss broken as her t-shirt was lifted over her head, leaving her in just her bra. Lifting her head to reconnect with Peter, he gently pushed her away.

"I just gotta go check something, okay?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and standing up with a gentle groan before bolting off in a flash of a second. However before she could as much as sit up, he was back, a smirk on his face.

"It's all fine, just keep an ear out," Peter made his way back to the sofa, lifting her body up in his arms and settling back down, sitting her on his lap. A gently grin curved her lips as she examined the face she loved so dearly, a faint red dusted his cheeks and a genuine smile overtook his usually brash yet composed expression.

He pressed his forehead onto hers, "god I really love you, y'know that?" Their eyes locked onto one another's, "I love you too," she whispered, reconnecting their lips, unable to resist the taste of twinkies and sugar. Her arms twisted around his neck once again and his arms held her waist in an affectionate embrace, both pulling the other closer. Captivated by each other, neither noticed the trope of people making their way down the stairs to Peter's room who then stood in an uncomfortable silence for a solid minute before one coughed in an attempt to make their appearance known. She looked up with wide eyes, an embarrassed squeak leaving her lips upon her noticing her attire, or rather lack of attire. Peter smirked at his girlfriend's actions, pulling one of his band shirts over her head and whispering,

“We’ll continue this later,” with one suggestive eyebrow raised. The warmth of his breath on her ears brought a deep blush to her cheeks and a wide grin to her face. He slowly stood up, stretching his arms over his head and gently moving her off her position on his lap.

"What do you guys want?" he said, continuing before they could react, "I didn't do anything, been here all day, she can attest," he winked at her, racing back across the room to sit beside her. The largest of the men took a step towards him,

"Relax, Peter, we're not cops," he said gruffly, at this Peter rolled his eyes.

"Of course you're not cops, if you were cops you wouldn't be driving a rental car,"

"How'd you know we've got a rental car?" another of them asked, confusion written across his face.

Peter smirked, " I checked your registration when you walked in," she turned to face him, "So that's what you were doing? I thought you said we'd be fine?" she frowned and pouted. He slunk an arm around her shoulders, pulling her face towards him and whispering softly in her ear, "And? We are fine, though I do remember telling you to keep your ears out." His breath on her ear once again managed to send a shiver down her spine and a blush to her cheeks, "ah..i guess so," he grinned at her response, turning his attention back to the group of men, who were now having a conversation of their own.

"Well he's fascinating," the slightly nerdy looking one smiled,

"He's a pain in the arse," the British sounding one uttered in annoyance.

"What? A teleporter?"

"No, he's just fast, though when I knew him he wasn't so" the gruff one paused, "young."

Peter looked up, a strand of his girlfriend's hair twirled around his finger, "young? You're just old." She giggled softly at his response.

The nerdy one took a step towards them, "so you're not afraid to show your powers?"

A look of faux confusion passes across Peters' face, "Powers, what powers? What are you talking about?" he paused for a second, the group exchanging looks, "You see something strange here?"

She piped up, knowing what he was about to say, "Nothing anybody would believe if you told them anyway," he beamed at her with loving eyes, lifting her into his arms again and racing across the room, placing her into his lap again as he sat, playing pong on one of his many arcade machines.

Never taking his eyes off the machine he said, "So who are you? And what do you want?"

"We need your help Peter," the gruff one remarked,

"With what?" she questioned, eyebrows furrowed and shifting her position on his lap so her head now rested on Peter’s shoulder and her legs were now straddled around his waist, to face them, as he continued to play.

"To break into a highly secured facility and well,” he paused “get someone out."

"A prison break? That's illegal you know?" Peter smirked and she watched their eyes hover over his vast collection of gadgets and arcade machines, "Well only if you get caught," she chuckled.

"So what's in it for me?" Peter asked, his signature smirk beginning to form on his mouth.

The British one rubbed his eyes in irritance, "you kleptomaniac get to break into the Pentagon"

Realisation dawns on Peters' face and his smirk grows quickly, seeing this she inquires,"How does he know he can trust you? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he got hurt."

"Because we're just like you," the gruff one answers, looking towards his friends.

"Show him," the british one commands. A strained expression slips across the gruff one's face and slowly he pushes out white bone claws from his knuckles. She grimaces.

"That's cool, just disgusting,"