So, i attended a U2 concert the other night, right? Don’t judge me because i’m a U2 fan, okay? Anyway, here i am thinking me and Darren had a great night and all that jazz next thing i know i’m waking up this morning to a thread of text messages from the devil himself - to say they are embarrassing would be an understatement - he sent videos of me just having a tantrum over how much i love Bono and how much i…i want him to feed me coney island hot dogs in the streets of New York City until i can’t look at another hot dog. I’m a sick person, i know, my only excuse is that i had beer and well…me and beer are never a good combo.
Imagine the rest of the Avengers (or Team Cap or the Commandos) constantly have a tally to see how many times in a conversation/day/mission Steve will mention that he's from Brooklyn. There may or may not be bets placed.
They had a bet going. Two, really.
One to see how many times in a day Cap would mention that he was from
Brooklyn. The other was to see how long
it took before Cap noticed they were
So far, Dugan was winning
and he was damn proud of it.
“What’re the tally marks
for?” Steve was leaning over Dugan’s
shoulder peering at the much-folded wrapper of an MRE.
Dugan shrugged. “Just keeping track.”
“You know. Stuff.”
Dugan made sure to smile
wide and Steve merely nodded and wandered away.
When they made it back to
base, Dugan added three more marks before dinner.
Don’t see what’s so upsettin’ about that, the rats’re way bigger
Buck, can you believe this? They did a decent job of dinner. They ain’t Coney Island dogs, but they’re ok.
Don’t look surprised. Of
course I fight dirty. How do you think I
For three weeks, Steve
didn’t catch on. It wasn’t until Bucky,
with a wily look in his eye but a serious set to his mouth said:
“I dunno, Steve. I sorta like it here better. Brooklyn’s not so great. I might stay here after the war.”
That Steve nearly fainted
and Dugan and the rest of the Commandos had to give up their game they were
laughing so hard at Steve’s wounded expression.
“But – Buck –we’re –how –you
can’t- but we’re—“
“—From Brooklyn? I’d never have guessed.” Monty smiled.
Love interest: Peter/Pietro Maximoff /
Characters: Peter Maximoff | Anne Marie
/ Rogue | Bobby Drake / Iceman |
Warnings: Main character falls in love
with Peter Maximoff, her music professor. | 12 year age gap |
Swearing | Spanglish | Spanish | ANGST | Underage drinking | Alcohol
At first this was going to be a Reader
x Peter fanfic but it was really hard for me to do it so I created a
main character, but you can imagine it’s you.
The story takes place in 1990.
I am really sorry if my English kinda
sucks but it’s not my first language.
Feedback is always welcome.
close my eyes and let out a scream filled with pain an sorrow when
Peter dies in my arms, and then I feel everything freezing, when I
open my eyes, I’m running towards Mystique, Peter’s frozen in his
place and Psylocke will attack him in the next minute.
can’t stop shivering, the feeling of holding Peter’s dead body in my
arms is still haunting me, was it just a dream? This can’t be
happening, this can’t fucking be happening.
this one of Psylocke’s mind tricks? My mutation doesn’t work like
then I remember professor Xavier said I had precognition powers too.
I just predic Peter’s death? If so, there’s no fucking way I’m
letting him die.
have less than a minute before Psylocke attacks Peter, and I don’t
waste any second, I run toward him like I’ve never ran before,
pushing Peter onto the floor, facing Psylocke, and then I feel the
worst pain in my life as Psylocke’s energy blade pierces my rib,
maybe my lung or stomach, I can feel the blade coming out of my back.
can see my whole life flashing before my eyes -My childhood,
vacations in Mexico, going to church with la abuela, eating pozole on
September 15th, my parents hugging me every
day before school, Nate and my friends back in Queens, my first day
at Xavier’s, Peter stealing my Walkman, Peter singing along with me
The Cure’s Lullaby, the Friday nights we spent together eating
Twinkies with Vanilla coke, listening to music or just cuddling,
Coney Island, the Cyclone, hot dogs by the beach and the pink
dinosaur, the pain he caused in my heart when he left the school,
becoming best friends with Anne, learning physics with Nightcrawler,
seeing Peter after three months and the pain I felt in my heart as he
died in my arms,-as fall into someones arms andthe pain finally
blurrs my sight, the pain is unbearable, I can hear muffled voices
screaming but I can’t understand what they’re saying, I struggle to
fill my lungs with air but oh god, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe,
I c-an’t breathe…
open my eyes to bright white lights in a bright white ceiling,I can’t
recognize where I am although I’m really sure it’s not heaven, maybe
it’s the purgatory, I notice a needle in my right hand, IV lines
connected to an IV bag that’s hanging from a pole, I can also hear a
machine beeping next to me and there’s a cannula attached to my nose,
delivering oxygen from a machine on the floor.
in what seems to be a hospital room, that probably means I’m not dead
which would probably mean at least a few of the X-Men survived the
try to sit on the bed but it’s imposible, the left side of my body
aches, breathing hurts too, but less, I let out a soft cry and slowly
rest my back against the pillow.
my eyes begin to adjust to the lights, I recognize I’m not in the
hospital, I’m in the Xavier’s nursery, I had been there a couple
times in the past, mostly to get an aspirin when I got PMS-related
headaches but it looks more sophisticated now, filled with machines
you could only find in a hospital room.
door opens and Anne enters carrying a coffee.
my god Zelda, you’re awake!” She screams, almost dropping her
coffee, I offer her a shy smile.
Anne.” I say but my voice comes out as a whisper.
my god, let me go get McCoy and Xavier, I’ll be back.” She leaves
the coffee on a table with books piled in it, next to a chair, I try
my best to read the titles from the distance, To Kill a Mockingbird,
Anna Karenina, The Scarlet Letter, Crime and Punishment, those are
probably assigntments for Grey’s class.
it hits me, for how long have I’ve been gone? I begin to wonder as
the professor, McCoy and a man I’ve only seen on tv a few times, in
those flashback clips from the news to remember the day Mystique
saved the president, it’s Magneto, Peter’s father, enter the room, I
suppose Anne went back to our room.
we are glad to have you back.” The professor says, smiling
thanks, but, how long have I’ve been gone?” I ask, I probably look
like I’m going to faint any minute.
worry, you’ve been asleep for two weeks, it’s Tuesday.” McCoy says,
he has moved next to me and it’s taking notes from the machine that
measures my blood pressure.
weeks? Wow, that’s a lot.” I say, but at least I’m alive. “How is
Raven? Is she alive?”
even though the blades stabbed a great part of her body, they didn’t
pierce any vital organ, she’s recovering in her room.” McCoy
explains, I’m relieved, she’s alive too.
glad she’s okay, what about the others? What happened after Psylocke
stabbed me?” I ask, sounding kind of desperate.
not strong enough for having a huge impression Zel, but we all
survived, you were the only one who was critically injured, but
you’re recovering well.”
happened? The last thing I remember is that Psylocke stabbed me.”
her energy blade pierced your left lung, that kind of wound it’s
really delicate but you weren’t stabbed by a normal blade, that’s why
it’s been taking too long to heal.”
Hank explains me what are the consequences on my body, I can see the
professor talking to Magneto in the corner, when Hank finishes
talking, they approach the bed.
you may not know him.” Xavier says, “He’s Erik Lehnsherr, and old
it’s nice to meet you.” I say, smiling shyly, “You’re professor
usually not refered to as ‘Peter’s father’, but it’s a nice change.”
He smiles, through that smile, I can see why the professor it’s so
fond of him, he’s a good person.
I ask why are you here Mr. Lehnsherr?” It’s nice meeting him but I
don’t get why is he visiting me.
just wanted to thank you for saving Peter’s life.” He says, and he
sounds sincere, grateful.
really hadn’t stopped to think about Peter until now, and it’s a
relief knowing he’s at least, alive.
like a mentor to me, and he’s more useful to the team than me.” I
shrugged, wincing a little due to the pain.
there’s no need to be modest, he told me you almost defeated Psylocke
by yourself, but you ran to help Raven when she got hurt, that speaks
highly of you.” Magneto smiles again, I don’t get how the man
that killed JFK and the man that is thanking me right now are the
is professor Maximoff? Is he okay?” I ask, not sure of what kind
of answer to expect.
he’s okay, he went to see his mother but he should be back soon.”
So he’s gone, again and guessing for Magneto’s tone, he’s not coming
back soon. “I’ll leave today in the afternoon, but it was nice
meeting you Miss Ruiz.”
an awkward good-bye wave with my right hand -the one that’s connected
to the IV thingy- Xavier leaves with him leaving me with McCoy, he
stays for a while, checking my vital signs, Kitty comes in shorty
after and makes McCoy turn around when she changes my bandages -which
hurts like hell-, the left side of my chest now has a large stitched
wound, that’s going to leave a big scar.
she’s finished, Hank explains me that I should be fully recovered in
the next two weeks, I’ll be able to move back to my room within the
next two days, I eat a light meal afterwards, chicken breasts with
vegetables some rice and lemonade, hospital food like my mom would
say, Anne enters the room when I’m done eating and we talk for a
finally moved back to my room and began to recover slowly, breathing
got much easier and I had my stitches removed a week afte, as I had
predicted, the wound left a big scar under my left breast, but I was
ok with it, I’m the only one that has to see it every day, it’s not a
first two weeks after I woke up, I waited patiently for news about
Peter, but no one seemed to know more than I did, he was visiting his
mother or something like that, but that really hurt me -not the
mother part-, but I had saved his fucking live and I didn’t even get
a Thank you? Like, really?
in classes, I had a lot of homework, I had arrived to Xavier’s in
September, in the middle of March I began to worry about college,
Iwas a Senior when I left Queens and Xavier’s classes would allow me
to graduate in June,I had applied for a few colleges when I lived in
Queens, I got into Law School but much to my family’s dissapointment,
I didn’t want to be a lawyer, I mean, I respected lawyers but I
wasn’t really passionate about practicing law.
the end, I decided to apply for a major in Fine Arts in an University
near Xavier’s, ironically, Anne applied for Law School at the same
University, she was planning to move to New York while studying and
eventually gong back to the X-Men, but first we needed to get our
acceptance letter and that wouldn’t come until mid-April.
arrived with our acceptance letters, Bobby was getting an Accounting
Major, John wanted to draw comic books, Doug had a year left on the
School but he wanted to major in International Relations.
tried to forget about Peter but hell, it was so difficult, the whole
house reminded me of him, his room was locked but I would sneak onto
the kitchen at 3 am, hoping to hear him playing bass or Pac Man, it
never happened, they say time is supossed to heal you but I missed
him, I still loved him.
and Bobby are moving out of their appartament next week, we’re
packing her stuff and I’m tired of stacking her whole library in
boxes, after begging for two hours, they finally decide it’s time to
eat, we are all covered in sweat so Bobby goes back to his room to
change, we do the same and wait for him in the hallways, he takes
longer than us in picking up outfits.
are sitting in the hallways, still looking sweaty and tired but we’re
just going to McDonald’s so I don’t really care, Bobby arrives and we
head to his car, I trip with the stairs and before I reach the
ground, I feel a familiar sensation as a pair of arms keeps me from
stumbling, I’m sure it’s Peter.
thanks.” I say, unwrapping myself from the embrace, I look at my
saviour and I feel my heart stop beating, it’s Peter, it’s fucking
Peter, but dammit, he looks terrible, his silver hair is shorter, his
eyes look lifeless, his embrace is colder, someone had erased his
should watch where you’re going Miss Ruiz.” He replies coldy, I whisper an apology and run to the
car, Bobby and Anne stay silent, they saw the awkward interaction, I
can see them staring at me with pity from the mirror, they both knew
my story with Peter, they both hated him, specially Anne, we couldn’t
understand why he never thanked me for saving his life.
are you really sure you don’t want to move with us?” Bobby asks,
they’ve been making me the same question since they decided to move
in together, I want to say yes, but I don’t think I’m ready to leave
Xavier’s, the professor was going to allow me to live there while I
visit you on weekends guys, and we’ll see each other really often
Ann, we can grab lunch together everyday.” I reply, eating my
jalapeño-covered fries, I can’t stop thinking about Peter, what
is he doing in the school? He hasn’t been there in months.
we go back to the school it’s late, almost midnight, we went to a bar
after McDonalds to grab a beer, I don’t usually drink, I kind of hate
it actually but I really couldn’t stop thinking about Peter, I needed
to forget him for a while and the beer was there, two beers were
enough to blur my mind, Anne got sleepy on the drive home and
collapsed in her bed the minute I opened the door to our room.
grab one of the empty boxes Anne bought to pack her stuff and fill it
with everything that reminded me of Peter, the jacket, the Pink Floyd
t-shirt, a bunch of records, the pink dinosaur, the stuffed toy is
way to big to close the box, I manage to carry it all the way down
the stairs to Peter’s room without waking anyone up, I try to leave
it outside his door as silently as I can, he’s in there, I can hear
him playing Pac Man and tears start to fill my eyes when I remember
all the things we went through, dammit alcohol, I hate you for
making me so damn sensible.
I wasn’t silent enough, when I start walking back to my room, the
door opens and Peter’s face comes out of the room, our eyes meet for
a moment and he speeds next to me.
it’s past midnight, the younger children are sleeping, what are you
doing here?” He asks, I lost him, I finally realize I’ve lost him,
he’s not the same Peter I fell in love with, but a part of me wants
to wrap my arms around him, breakdown in tears and discover if my
Peter is buried deep down that armor. “You smell like alcohol, you
can’t drink on campus,you’re not even old enough to drink, what were
just sick of your bullshit Maximoff, you’re an asshole.” I hear my
voice say, but it’s not me, it’s the alcohol talking.
He looks surprised, but at this point I don’t care.
the biggest asshole I’ve ever met Maximoff, I saved your fucking life
and you’re not kind enough to thank me, maybe I should go back time
and never speak to you, I could spare myself all the suffering of
being with you.” My voice cracks and the tears start rolling down
I…” He wraps his arms around me and in the blink of an eye, we’re
in his room.
Steve Rogers is the only one in the Avengers team who knows what happened in Budapest.
Clint states that it is not possible to tell this story without several boxes of pizza, Nat’s favorite Hong Kong Style Fish Fillet With Garlic from that Chinese place down the block from his apartment, beer and vodka.
He told Steve to bring the beer. “I trust your taste, buddy.”
Incidentally, despite the fact that he can’t actually get drunk on anything alcoholic anymore, Steve does drink. He brings in Piels and this great microbrew that he discovered, courtesy of Agent “My Name is Not Actually Galaga” Wade.
Amazingly, Steve discovered he has a taste for vodka.
Also, ever since that particular day, Natasha decided that Steve would be Stepushka for her and she was pleased as punch when he learned that the proper affectionate diminutive for her was Natashenka.
She was also inordinately pleased that he could speak Russian and pass for a native of Saint Petersburg.
After they tell him the real story about Budapest, Steve manages to tell them about his second-favorite memory about Bucky.
It’s really the one about Coney Island, where Bucky double dog dared him to go on the Cyclone, even though he knew it was a truly bad idea. Throwing up on Bucky’s spit-shined shoes was Steve’s idea of payback.
He tells them about the sea air and Bucky’s laughter and disgusted noises and the two of them settling down on the sand to watch the waves, mainly so that Steve’s world could stop spinning and that he could take more than a couple of steps without Bucky deciding to carry him piggy back.
When Natasha asks him what his favorite memory was, Steve manages a smile.
(The smile is the one that Bucky claims he hates most.)
But he tells them they’ll need to save that story for another day.
“Another day” arrives after the Ultron Incident, when they’re all raw and aching and hurting so much and Steve still burdened with the knowledge that Bucky, the Winter Soldier, is still out there and not wanting to be found.
So Clint orders the pizza. Natasha gets her Chinese and the vodka. Steve brings the beers.
They are five beers and a bottle of vodka down when Steve finally manages to start talking.
It’s not hard to taste apples on his tongue again, because that was the way Bucky tasted when they shared that first, sweet, secret kiss, when they were both young and stupid and stupid again in love and Steve teasing Bucky about wedding vows that were impossible to make between them and Bucky teasing back that there was no need to say the words, since they were living it anyway.
Clint tells him about the circus and his brother.
Natasha strokes his hair and whispers quietly about a memory that is maybe not a memory at all. Maybe it’s a dream that she had three sisters and a doting Papa who would summon them with a clear, musical whistle that echoed through the halls. Maybe it’s a dream that when Steve would talk about being tiny and sick all the time, that Natasha imagines him as a younger, beloved brother, which is why Stepushka rolls so easily off her tongue.
And then they go back to the Budapest story, because that one gets bigger and more different every time it’s retold.
They drink and they eat and they trade stories and memories until it’s dawn.