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Quicksilver

QUICKSILVER IMAGINE
HIS MATCH
WARNING: swearing

     "Peter!" you shout. He was always zooming around everywhere not waiting for you. Today you decided to surprise him with one of your powers. He knew you could turn invisible, but he didn't know that you were a teleport. Peter stopped for a second.

     "What?" he asks.

     "I bet you I can beat you to the video game store," you smile.

     "You're on," he smiled. "3...2...1...go!" and with that, you teleported to the store. You leaned against the a pole outside the store waiting for him to show up. It only took 30 seconds, but you still had to wait. "Ha! I beat..." he trailed off when he saw you leaning against the pole. "How long you been there?" he asks you.

     "About 30 seconds," I shrugged, than I appeared behind him.

     "But! You don't have superspeed!" he exclaimed, frustrated that you had beaten him at his own game.

     "You're right, I don't!" you smirked, jumping on his back.

     "Then how'd you do that?" he raised his eyebrows.

     "It has something to do with a thing called teleportation," You tapped his nose, in front of him again. He groaned. "Grab my hand," I told him.

     "Why?" he seemed skeptical, so you just grabbed his hand and teleported the two of you back to his basement.

     "That's why, dumbass," you told him as he looked around in surprise. Then he smirked at you.

     "Come here," he told you. You raised one eyebrow.

     "Why?" you asked.

     "Come on before I lose my confidence," he groaned, seeming to be losing his confidence quickly. You shrugged and walked over to him. Before you could do anything to react you felt something on your lips and just as fast as it came it was gone. You rolled your eyes. Peter was standing on the other side of the room looking down in embarassment.

     "If you're gonna kiss me, Peter, do it properly," You told him. The truth was, you had been crushing on Peter ever since you had met him in senior year at highschool. Peter's eyes lit up and he slowly, if that was possible for the famous quicksilver, made his way over to you. When you two were so close that your chests were touching, he wrapped his arms around you and leaned in to kiss you. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck and you closed the gap between you and Peter. It was a passionate kiss full of love.

     "So I take it you like me too?" he asked.

     "No shit Sherlock," you giggled. He smiled and in an instant you two were on the couch, cuddling. "We gonna watch a movie?" you asked like a little kid.

     "And I quote, 'no shit Sherlock'," I chuckled at his comment. "Now, what movie?" he asked.

     "NOT one of your horror movies!" you said, ducking your head under the blanket.

     "How about The Lion King?" he asked. You nodded exitedly. Soon you were both singing the lyrics to "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" as loudly as you could. Peter used your hairbrush as a microphone and you used a pen from your purse. You guys officially had the best movie night of all time that a couple could have.