Who: Peter Maximoff maximoffp & Erik Lehnsherr magnetic_lord What: Coffee When: Monday, June 3, evening Where: Starbucks Rating: Reader Discretion is Advised Warnings: Potential awkwardness of the highest degree, strained family-ish relations, and Peter is definitely ADHD thought that might just be his mutation. Status: Closed/Incomplete
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FedEx took up less than an hour a day for Peter. He enjoyed having the sense of purpose delivering things gave him. Sometimes people wanted a gift to get there lightning fast and sometimes it was an important set of papers which could make a real impact on the lives of both the sender and the receiver. Peter didn't care what he was tasked with carrying. All he cared about was the fact his bosses treated him like an asset rather than a shameful secret and he was making money to support himself for the first time in his life.
Peter had always been too afraid to try to get a job in his own world. There were stories about mutants being persecuted, executed, having their families destroyed because they were exposed inadvertently in a world which did not want to accept they were a part of it which was here to stay. His mother and his sisters were his whole world; Peter had never been brave enough to step out into the world to get a job knowing he could be a threat to his family. If anything were to ever happen to his family because of him---Peter wasn't sure he'd live through it himself.
Drinking was a lot harder than eating. Peter tended to do his best attempts at slowing down when he had something to drink. Running his route didn't take much out of him, but he could get dehydrated from the heat. It was always a fine line for him when it came to drinking enough versus eating plenty to avoid having to take in liquids. At home, he resorted to Popsicles, frozen ice, and fruit. They were all a solid liquid which was a nice compromise for him. It was easy to keep them in stock at the house, too. Peter tended to do his own store running so his mother never had to worry about keeping him in food.
Mark was the barista Peter saw the most. He got him his drink with a smile and a friendly greeting and Peter was on his way out the door when he stopped cold at the side of the table to his left because---
"Erik? Hi! Umm, how are you? I'm Peter. I helped break you out of the Pentagon. I was there for the whole---Apocalypse thing? Do you, uhh, do you remember me?"