~ various character x reader

> Quicksilver

*X-men

Mission

You were helping this man named Logan, a man who came here to help prevent the apocalypse from happening in the future.

The four of you had to make a quick stop at someone's door for a boy who apparently would be of use. Or should you dare say it was because of the ability he had.

You jump out the car, followed by the others and walk up to a house.

Standing there, you felt a breeze go right by you, nearly taking the air out of your lungs. You passed it off as the wind and waited till a middle aged woman came to the door.

"Does a boy named Petiro live here?" The professor asked.

"Peter, the cops are here!" His mum called for him. His voice calling out from the basement.

You took a step inside. The house was lovely. You told the three men you were with that you'll talk with the mother while they talked to the boy in the basement. You could sense the mum was tense, seemingly fed up.

A little girl came skipping in and looked at you with a bright smile.

"Hello! My name is Lorna, what's your name?" She asks.

"Well hi, Lorna. I'm {Y/n}." You smile. She giggles and asked if you wanted to see her dolls and play dress up. If you weren't on a mission, you would have, but instead you politely declined. You miss being a child at times.

She looked upset but smiled anyways before skipping off elsewhere.

You made small talk with Peters mum as she was telling you how her son was always getting into trouble. The amount of times shes had to move because of the things he'd stolen or broke was bad enough. Seemed like she never got a break.

"Why are yous here?" She asked, changing the subject.

"In all honestly, I don't know myself. The men I'm here with are on an important job that basically needs me and your sons assistance." You shrugged.

"They must be getting too old for doing stuff like this," you added, clearly trying to defuse the tension.

She laughs at your commnet, taking a sip from her tea.

"Thanks for the coffee, Mrs Maximoff. I hope it wasn't too much trouble." You say.

"Oh, don't be daft," she waves you off dismissively.

You placed the empty cup in the sink and saw Hank, Charles and Logan followed by a boy around your age wearing black jeans, a black shirt and silver jacket with what looked like goggles around his neck and a walkman. His hair was silver matching his jacket and shoes. He appeared to like pink Floyd.

The boy looked shocked when he spots you standing over at the sink. Logan shakes his head and heads for the door muttering something under his breath.

He decided to drive this time since Charles was a terrible driver. Hank sat at the back with you in the middle and Peter on the other side. It was all quiet until Peter broke it.

"Who are you then?" He asks, making you jump, placing a hand to sit over your heart.

"Jesus!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya," he laughs.

"Its fine," you waved him off.

"Got a name?" He repeats.

"Most people call me Blaise, but Its {Y/n}." You reply.

"Nice. I see you've got good taste," he smirks, causing your brow to quirk.

"I'm sorry?"

He points to the band on your shirt.

"Oh, yeah. I could say the same with you," you reply.

A cocky smirk playing at his lips.

"Having great taste in music will forever be my biggest flex," he says.

"I'll say," you giggle.

"Sorry for all the questions but, your mutant too, right?" He asked cautiously.

"Why you ask?"

"Just wondering. What can you do?" He ponders.

You looked down at your feet then met back with his eyes.

"Its complicated. I need to be careful when using them," you reply.

His eyes widened. You didn't know what it was about him, but his eyes were so relaxing. They made you feel safe. In fact, his whole appearance was calming to be around.

You take a breath before letting a blue flame consume your plam and watched his face turn to awe.

"Pfftt you ain't seen nothing yet, Silver" he looked at you and smirked.

"I see why they call you Blaise. Like a Blaze," He smiles, attempting to make a joke from it.

"Good attempt," you pat his shoulder.

You placed your other ear phone in your ear and rest your head on the seat behind you.

"I personally always preferred that name to my actual one," you smirk before looking out the window. You could still feel the young boys eyes on you every now and then.

"It suits you," he says.

"As does yours," you smile.