Apocolypse

Camp Camp Apocalyptic AU: A Prologue

A/N: In which our favorite trio of little bastards come together in a world where kids can be in charge and peanut butter is worth the life of another. 

Fan-Fiction; concept and ideas belong to me, the characters do not. 

(I apologize it’s not well written but I wrote it and I’m gonna post it)

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Apparently The World Ended (Prologue)

He was ten years old when the world ended, alone in his large, empty, robotic-filled house as bombs crashed down and sirens rang out.

Once the disaster ended, and he and parts of the world were very much still alive, he collected what he could from the rubble and ran without any desire to return.

He still had the scars from his father, his dreams were still filled with cold, harsh stares of disapproval and disappointment, but he was free and independent and damn, did it feel good.

But he was ten, and despite his sharp wit and natural brilliance, he wasn’t quite as untouchable as he often felt he was.

“Oh Maxwell,” Pikeman spat, gesturing for Snake to deal another blow to Max’s ribs, “you really are way in over your head, aren’t you?”

“Suck a dick Pikeman,” Max growled, using the wall of the abandoned convenience store to hold him up, “I was just passing through your territory so I didn’t-”

“Excuses, excuses,” Pikeman kicked forward, sending Max tumbling down to the dirt, “now, what were you really doing here?”

“I told you, you fucking idiot,” Max pushed himself up onto his arms, looking his enemy straight in the eyes, “I’m just passing through.”

“Through our surplus room?” Snake gestured to the old store.

Max said nothing, dropping his gaze as he tried to pull his strength together. Pikeman merely smirked.

“I knew it; you just can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you Maxwell?” He gave an ugly, snot-driven laugh, reaching his sweaty hand out  to his defeated opponent. “Hand it over now, Maxwell.”

“Dude come on,” Max coughed, standing himself back up, “it was just a fucking jar of peanut butter. You have over two hundred in there, man. Can’t I trade it for something else? Candles? A broken watch?”

Pikeman froze, his forehead crumpled in thought for a few moments before a yellow, toothy smile began to grow.

“Actually, I have a proposition for you,” he swiped Max’s bag, tripping him once again with a swift kick to the knees, “there’s this weird girl who came through yesterday, stole some of our canned goods and bread. She ran across the tiny desert into the mountains, but she was injured, so she couldn’t have gone far.”

“So why the hell should I care?”

“Because if you want this bag back with the jar, you need to bring her to us by tomorrow mid-day. If you don’t, you either leave without it, or you have to stay as an honorary Wood Scout recruit. Do I make myself clear?”

“Do I have a fucking choice?”

“Twenty four hours, Maxwell,” Pikeman threw down a coil of rope and a hunting knife, “she’s tiny and fast and has a bushel of green curly hair. We’ll be waiting.” Max stood himself up, taking a few breaths before exiting the alleyway to the small desert that lay before him.

It wasn’t exactly a desert; it was just an old field that had been burned and ruined by the Great Disaster and its following conflict. But everyone who lived and roamed in the Mountain Valley area called it a desert, so desert it was named. Max quietly limped across the cracked, dry ground, feeling the eyes of Pikeman watching him from their base tower.

He fucking hated everything that had to do with the Wood Scouts. They were nothing but an imposing, whiny group of abandoned military-school children who bullied any survivor who refused to comply with them.

Max had been stealing shit from them for months now; but in four weeks they somehow came up with a ridiculous new line of defense.

A ridiculously tall, muscular, line of defense.

Max shifted his feet, trudging forward towards the large block of trees as he tried to scan the ground for any trace of her.

He didn’t expect to find a trail of orange paint, but that would work as well.

Max continued to walk slowly, his mind quiet and meditated on the decent weather and the speckles of orange paint that dotted the tall grass and trees that sprouted amongst the dry clay. The grey sky faded into a light orange blending into purple, and as soon as the sun had swollen on the edge of the valley, Max had found what he was looking for.

Er, at least, he thought he did.

“Will you hold the fuck still, Nikki?”

“It’s seriously no big deal Neil; it’s just my wrist!”

“An hour ago you were screaming how you’d rather be eaten by wolves than deal with the pain.”

“See? It’s just getting better!”

Max stared from behind the shrub, hidden from sight among the tall shadows and twigs. Both of them were kids, not much older than himself, if they were even older at all. As Pikeman had explained, the girl possessed a wild mane of green curls and a numerous amount of scars and bruises along her arms and face. The boy, while clearly worn and exhausted, was a lot less banged-up than his companion. He was scrappy and boney and, Max figured, would probably die and be eaten by wolves or some shit if he wasn’t friends with crazy-eyes.

Max glanced down at his rope and knife, and looked back up at his supposed targets. Rolling his eyes, he stepped out of the brush, loosely holding the weapons at his side.

“Hey,” Max threw his arm out to Nikki “were you the crazy dumb-ass that stole from the Wood Scouts?”

The two companions froze, before Nikki jumped up to her feet, Neil’s hands still firmly locked on the set splint. “Who the fuck wants to know?”

“Name’s Max,” he threw up his arms and dropped his weapons, rolling his eyes, “Wood Scouts sent me to kidnap you and bring you back to the camp so they could imprison you or some dumb shit and I could get my fucking bag back.”

“…But, who are you?” Neil asked, giving the splint one final tug before letting go of Nikki’s wrist. “Are you a Wood Scout?”

“Hell no,” Max grunted, “they’re just holding all my weapons and ammunition hostage until I bring you back.”

Nikki blinked. “And you just expect us to walk back with you and get kidnapped.”

“…I mean,” Max shifted, a tad hesitant in his voice, “I wasn’t going to fucking cut you and tie you up like an animal.”

“Then what were you going to do?”

Max scrunched his forehead, remaining quiet for a few moments before a small idea came to his head.

“You escaped the Wood Scouts before, right?”

“I have,” Nikki proudly held her head high, “but Neil here’s a big chicken!”

“I am not!” He protested, “I’m just not built to be super durable, that’s all.”

“Look, who gives a fuck,” Max rolled his eyes, “we’re all out here trying to survive, right? Why don’t we all work together and steal some more shit from them and get the hell out of dodge?”

“And how are we supposed to fight?” Neil protested.

“Like I said Neil,” Nikki scoffed, running over to Max’s side and picking up the pocket knife, “it’s no biggie! I can still fight!”

“And what about me?”

“You got a gun Neil?” Max asked. The young boy faltered, his face turning red.

“How did you-”

“It’s the fucking Apocalypse, okay?” Max shrugged, “everybody’s carrying around fucked up shit. So you got a gun?”

“Yeah, but all I have are blanks.”

“They won’t fucking know the difference,” Max smiled, dropping to the ground and sketching out a plan in the mud, “now, Neil, Nikki, here’s what we’re going to do…”

***

Pikeman made it far too easy, agreeing to meet behind the convenience store to retrieve Nikki. The rope was tied to her ankle, and she sat cross legged, obviously bored and irritated by the time the Wood Scouts had bothered to show up.

“Alright Max,” Pikeman spat, tossing him his bag back, “all your items back, including the jar of peanut butter.”

“You know I’m not giving her to you until I check this, right?” Max asked, his black eye shooting daggers back at the Wood Scout Leader.

“Fine.” Pikeman pouted, agonizingly watching as Max checked the contents of his bag. Despite his slimy persona, Pikeman had kept his promise, not a single blade or box had been tampered with.

“Okay, here you go,” Max shrugged, dropping Nikki’s rope. Without missing a beat, she charged ahead, ramming herself into Snake and biting his nose like some wild, vicious animal.

“Max!” Pikeman screamed, charging towards Max with his wobbly chicken legs. Max merely turned, stretching his leg just far enough to send Pikeman tumbling into the ground.

“Where the fuck is Neil?” Max yelled to Nikki, who had begun to brutally beat the tall, muscular kid she had pinned to the ground. Suddenly, the squeaking of rubber filled the air, as Niel sped over in one of the Wood Scout’s golf carts, holding the gun backwards in his hand like a crazy idiot.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here!” he shouted, as Nikki and Max bolted to the cart. The Wood Scouts that could began to chase after them, but it was too late; they had already reached the untouched prairie fields three miles ahead of them.

“Suck a dick losers!” Nikki howled with laughter, standing up in the back seat. “What a bunch of pussies!”

“Calm down Nick,” Max called from shotgun, “our nerd here’s one second from throwing you from the back seat if you don’t sit your ass down.”

“Hey!” Neil shouted, sharply turning to plunge down into one of the lower mountain valleys, “if you have a problem with my driving, why don’t you drive the fucking vehicle?”

“Man come on, they beat the shit out of me yesterday!”

“Hey guys?” Nikki called, crawling to stick her own head between the two boys, “where are we going anyways?”

“Eh, wherever,” Max shrugged, “as long as we stay away from god damn weirdos for a while.”

“Holy Shit”

 Pairing: Peter Maximoff x reader (the reader is a female whose skins can turn into diamonds and can control all things electrical) 

Description: Logan, Charles, and Hank all came to your house before breaking into The Pentagon because they needed your help in order to break out Erik successfully. After they get you, you all go to Peter Maximoff’s house, where he is immediately taken with you.

Requested by: no one but having major Peter Maximoff feels rn

A/N: If you want part 2 of this feel free to ask!! I always imagine this plot line would happen if I were apart of this universe so I am always thinking about this kind of stuff. Also, I looked it up and a ton of courses told me that Peter was 15 during this time but I am making him 16 because that is driving age and he drives in this movie so it just seemed to make sense. And 2nd person narrative is like “you do this” in case y’all did not know. 


Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

2ND PERSON NARRATIVE

It took you forever to convince your parents that you could do this. You were only 16 but you could help people in some way. And even though you really wanted to do this, the three men kind of looked like they wouldn’t give you a choice either way. They told your parents that this was just a visit to the State Captial because someone has hacked their systems and they needed someone with electricity manipulation to reset their private systems and help with the power grid. They called you Radio. Anything that involved electricity you can fix and control. Oh, and your skin can also be diamonds if you want it to be. That’s the part people are usually more interested in.

“So how long do you think the drive is going to be?” you ask the three dark-haired men, whose names are apparently Charles, Hank, and Logan. You just buckled your seatbelt. “We’re not going to the State Captial,” Logan says in a flat voice. Your stomach does a flip and your turn your skin into diamonds. “I will break out of this car, I swear to Go-” “No! No, it’s not like that,” Charles interrupts you. “We are breaking into the Pentagon,” “Oh, okay, well, in that case, count me in!” you exclaim sarcastically. “Let me out of this car. Now,” 

Logan pulls over and looks back at you. “Listen, kid. You’re not going to believe this but I’m from the future and if you don’t come with us then all of our kind is fu- effin’ screwed. So you are going to help us break out this man from The Pentagon and then you are going to go on with your life, knowing you did the world some justice,” You just sat there for a moment. You didn’t know if you believed him or not, but you always wanted to have a life like the people you read about in your books. You never wanted to be ordinary. And this sure was anything but normal. “Fine. But I can defend myself against the three of you. Just know that.” “Yeah, yeah,” Logan starts, “We just have one stop before we get there,”

PETER’S POV

Huh. Someone’s here. I run out the door. Let’s seeeeeee. One hippie looking guy in sunglasses, one creepy looking guy who seems like he would be fun to mess with, one nerdy looking guy in prescription glasses, and- holy shit. It feels like my heart skipped a beat. A girl. Well, no duh she’s a girl it’s just- I mean, she’s stunning. And I’m in love with her. What the fuck, dude? You’re not in love- no I definitely am. Oh my god, shut up brain! Okay, Peter, you know there is a pretty girl now. That’s good. So when she comes in you act cool and charming like you always are. No sweat. Okay, stop thinking about her man. What if she hates music or something weird like that? You don’t even know her. I quickly run back to the hippie. Though quickly run is an understatement. I mean I’m quick-effing-silver. I see the rental agreement that comes with the car and, just for fun, I go through the rental agreement. They are out of town. Weird. I run back down to my basement and play ping-pong. With myself. Like usual.

2ND PERSON NARRATIVE

You, Charles, Hank, and Logan head down to the basement after talking to his mom. You see someone moving at an impossible speed playing ping-pong with himself. “What do you guys want? I didn’t do anything. I’ve been here all day,” he rapidly moves to a couch and sits down. At this point, you are smiling so wide. This is amazing! That has to be like, the coolest mutation out there. He gazes at you and your eyes immediately turn to silver. You start to cough and look right at Logan. You see, this happens when you feel a strong emotion. If you are really scared, angry, happy, and what-not. But this is weird. Could it be lo- SHUT UP Y/N! you tell yourself DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT DEVELOPING A SILLY CRUSH ON SOMEONE BECAUSE IT ALWAYS ENDS UP REALY SUCKY

“Relax, Peter, we’re not cops,” Logan tells him. They keep talking but you feel stuck in time. You feel so small and a little intimidated. I mean look at these guys. They have insane mutations. And what can you do? Turn into pretty rocks and flicker some lights. “So what’s your mutation? And why did your eyes turn silver? And do you have a name?” Breaking out of your haze, you answer him. “Electricity manipulation and I can have diamonds as skin if I want to. And it’s Y/N. Uh- some people call me Radio,” “That’s really awesome. Jesus Christ, if I had electricity manipulation I would just use it to scare the shit you of people. But, you didn’t answer the second question. What’s that all about?”

 He is talking fast but you talk really fast too so you understand him. “Uh, it can be just random sometimes,” you badly lie. You didn’t want him to think you had any strong emotions towards him. That’s just borderline creepy considering you just met him. “I thought it was when you feel strongly about something?” Hank asks innocently. “Uh, yeah, well I mean that too. Same thing am I right?” you laugh, trying to cover the lie up. Whatever. He was going to find out sooner or later. “Ahhh,” Peter says slyly and winks at you. You feel your face get red and roll your eyes. “I mean, if it makes you feel any better I am madly in love with you too,” he smiles, obviously joking. You laugh. “You are insane. I am not madly in love with you. Though, I will admit you are very funny which is why my eyes lit up. Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you laugh. He raises his eyebrows and smiles. “What are we still talking for? Let’s go kick some Pentagon ass!”

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