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It was a beautiful morning. The sky was bright blue with little to no clouds above you. Your black round sunglasses blocked out the sun as you laid back on one of the sun loungers on the cruise deck, facing the luxurious pool. You slowly closed your eyes and felt your body subtly sway back and forth as you unwind.
You were on a seven-day cruise vacation of relaxing amenities, poolside fun, and live music with your parents. This was the first cruise you’ve ever been on and the only other cruise you knew of was the Love Boats, Pacific Princess.
You took in a deep breath of fresh air as the sun warmed your skin, but you felt a little uncomfortable. You had on a vibrant orange two-piece bathing suit and a matching see-through top over your chest, fitted around the top and loose on the arms.
It was your first time trying it out, and it wasn't really your usual style. Your mom found it for you in one of those girly magazines. She suggested that you should change up your outfits a bit and keep them less dark and grungy. She was old fashion in that way and preferred seeing you in bright womanly colors.
Your eyes fluttered open as a tiny giggle caught your attention across the deck. You watched a little girl, around 9 or 10, run across and dove into the pool as her older brother playfully chased after her, shouting, “I’m gonna get you! Rrroar!!”
Her brother made a bit of a scene as one of the older couples who were sunbathing in some of the loungers looked over and groaned. You continued watching as the little girl swam around her brother, as you got a better look at him.
He was the only person you’d seen around your age, and he was super cute. He had a sweet smile and awesome silver hair. You couldn’t help but quietly chuckle to yourself. It was pretty freakin’ cute watching them playing together. He looked like a good brother.
After a few minutes of playing, Peter's head popped in the water. His silver hair, which was once fluffy, was now flat with water dripping down the strands. He looked up in your direction and spotted you in all your beauty. He was star-struck as butterflies filled his stomach, and a flutter of excitement rushed over him.
It was love at first sight.
“Woah,” Peter muttered beneath his breath. Lorna swam over and giggled, “Oooo, you have a crush!!” She teased, giving him a toothy grin.
“Huh? No. Mind your business.” He playfully splashed his little sister, bringing her to stick her tongue out at him in response before she swam over to the steps and began walking over to where their bags sat, which was right beside you.
Peter’s eyes widened, knowing what his little sister was up to, “Oh, shit.”
The little girl sat on the chair beside you and smiled widely, “Hi!”
You politely smiled back and lifted your glasses, placing them on your head, “Hello!”
Her brother was now quickly hopping out of the pool and walking up behind her.
“My brother thinks you are super pretty!”
You lightly smirked, looking up at the boy who stood behind her, his eyes went big, and his face became completely flushed. He quickly covered his hand over her mouth and blurted out, “No.”
“Well, wait no- I-I don't mean that I don't think you're pretty because I do, but I just meant for my little sister to stop.” He attempted to recover himself quickly, making you start to giggle softly. “It’s fine.”
Lorna looked up at him with a giant grin as he let go and groaned, mouthing, “I’m telling mom.”
Peter grabbed his Dark Side of the Moon shirt from the bag and threw it over his wet chest. You gazed over, admiring how the wet Pink Floyd shirt outlined his chest and subtle abs.
“Nice shirt!” You complement as he gazed over and smiled, “Thanks, you like Pink Floyd too?” He asked.
“I love them! They're one of my favorite bands.”
Peter sat down on the chair next to you and the two of you began sharing each other's love for the band. “Y-you know, they named themselves Pink Floyd because of their favorite singers, Pink Anderson and Floyd Council.”
“Really?” You knew this already but found it pretty cute that he wanted to tell you. He excitedly nodded in response, and introduced himself, “I’m Peter Maximoff.”
“Nice to meet you, Peter. I’m Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.”
It would be your first encounter with the silver-haired boy until later that night, while you were sneaking out of your bedroom and walking down the hall. Just as you turned the corner, in a quick blur your shoulder hit the passing stranger beside you, making you start to fall. You felt arms suddenly wrap around your body and firm hands hold your back before you could hit the ground.
Your eyes widened as they came into focus on Peter. His body was against yours, and you could feel his warm breath tickling your skin as his dark brown eyes looked down at you with concern, “Holy shit, are you okay?”
“Yeah. I think so.” You nodded, gazing down at his hand attached to the side of your waist as you felt the other rest on the middle of your back, holding you up with his strong arms. He looked down, realizing his hand placement before lifting you back on your feet and letting go. “Sorry.”
“Oh, it’s fine! I’m sorry. I should have been watching where I was walking.” You nervously smiled and glanced down, trying to hide the redness that was forming across your cheeks. “Thank you.”
“Oh, y-yeah, of course.” He nodded and nervously scratched the back of his neck.
“Your Peter, right? We met by the pool earlier with your little sister?” You asked. You knew it Peter. How could you not? With the small amount of time you’d spent with him, you’d admire everything about him. His cuteness caught your eye. He had dark brown eyes that you could get lost in, pretty, soft-looking lips, an adorable nose with a little beauty mark on it, and an awesome style.
“Yes! Wait, you remember my name?” His eyes widened with a glimmer of surprise.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I remember?”
Peter glanced down at his converse shoes and fidgeted with the end of his silver jacket, “I honestly just expected you to think I was a loser and not care.”
“I would never think that!” You shook your head before leaning in close with a little smirk, “and trust me. You're the coolest person I’ve met here.”
Peter's eyes meet yours and his cheeks dimpled as he let out a timid chuckle.
“So, Y/n, what are you doing out this late?” He crossed his arms and suspiciously tilted his head, somehow recognizing that you weren’t allowed to be out this late. “Just needed some fresh air.”
“Wanna come walk with me?” Your lips curled into a smile that made Peter's heart flutter, “Yeah, sure!”
“What about you? What are you doing out?” You questioned, looking over at him.
“I wanted to explore and pick up some souvenirs from the front desk's candy bowl.”
You giggled at the man-child who stood before you, revealing the front pocket of his silver jacket, full of wrapped candies. “Jesus Pete, what did you steal the whole bowl?”
“No, only like… Half of it.” He gave you a giant grin, “Want some?”
“I’m good, Peter, thanks.” You chuckled.
The two of you walked together up to the top of the deck. The crackling of the ocean waves filled the air, and a nice breeze against your back cooled you off. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and admired you from afar as you gazed out towards the deep sea. He could watch you forever. You were beautiful as your hair blew in the wind with a small twinkle in your e/c eyes. “So, Y/n, where are you from?” He broke the silence.
You looked over, noticing a tootsie pop suddenly sticking out his mouth. “I’m from D.C.”
His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, “No way, we’re just a little outside of D.C.”
“Really? Well, maybe, after we get off this cruise, we can see each other sometime.” You suggested with a little smile, watching his head happily nod as he held the lollipop in his cheek and nervously smiled back. His mind was racing as the words spilled out, “Hey. I-I know it might be early to ask this but… Tomorrow night, do you want to go on a date with me?”
You swallowed back all the fluttering warmth this boy made grow inside you and looked passionately into his eyes, “I’d love to.”
He felt the relief of excitement rush over him, “Okay, I’ll pick you up tomorrow?”
“Sounds great!”
The next night came. You had just finished slipping on some jeans, putting on your favorite shirt, and one of your jean jackets that had pins and patches lined across it before hearing a gentle knock on your bedroom door and rushed over, widely opening it to see the silver-haired boy. “H-Hey, Y/n!”
“Hi, Peter!” You greeted sweetly, “My dad told me that we have an hour and a half.”
“Perfect! I set everything up.” Peter told you as he gently took your hand in his and pulled you along. “Set what up?” You asked, still very unknown to what he had planned for the two of you.
“It’s a surprise!”
Peter led you up to the deck, over to a little corner where some small lit candles were set around the sprawled-out blanket and rose petals sprinkled around. It was a perfect night for the two of you. The moon was bright, the stars were out, and little to no wind, so the rose petals weren't blown away.
Your heart melted at the sight. It was so sweet how much effort he put into making this date special. He looked over at you and fidgeted on his feet, “I-I didn't really think you’d agree to go on a date with me when I asked, and I haven't had much time to plan it out. I know it's not the best spot for our date, but-”
“Peter, It’s perfect!” You stopped him from his cute nervous rambling.
The two of you sat beside each other, and Peter sweetly wrapped the wool blanket around his and your shoulders and looked up, admiring the stars together. “It's such a beautiful night.”
Peter gazed at you as his cheeks dimpled, “Not as beautiful as you.” He said cheesily, earning a little giggle from you while you playfully rolled your eyes. “Your too sweet, Pete.”
The water swayed the cruise ship pushing your arms against each other, bringing you closer together as the two of you talked. You felt so comfortable around Peter. It was almost like you’ve been together your whole lives. You laid your head on his shoulder, making his heart melt as you doted over his comforting scent of soft lavender that filled your nose.
“I’m so happy I’ve gotten to meet you, Maximoff.”
Peter's cheeks reddened as he let out a sheepish chuckle, “Yeah, I'm happy we met too. You’ve been like the best thing on this cruise.”
“Thanks.” Your lips curled into a smile that you hid against his shoulder as you continued looking up at the moon of love that shined down on top of you.
The two of you enjoyed each other's warmth and comfort. A few minutes passed before you heard your tummy lightly rumble beneath you, making Peter grin and glance back at you, “Shall I get some snacks, m’lady?”
You nodded with a little chuckle, “Yes, please!”
Before you could say another word, you watched in disbelief as your date suddenly disappeared from your sight in a split second and stood in front of you with a handful of little snacks. Your eyes widened as it dawned on Peter what he had just done.
“Shit-” He whispered, under his breath, concerned that this would completely freak you out and fuck up everything. You tilted your head to the side and asked, “Woah. You're a mutant?”
“Yeah… I'm sorry.” He avoided eye contact as he shook his head.
“Why are you apologizing?” You stood from the bundled blanket and walked over.
“Because I ruined everything… I- I didn't want to scare you.”
You placed one hand on his shoulder and used your other to place your fingers on the bottom of his chin and raise his head to look at you. “You didn’t scare me. In fact, I'm amazed. It’s pretty incredible that you have these abilities, Peter, and I promise you didn't ruin our date.”
Those dimples appeared across his adorable cheeks before he sped the snacks aside, and you wrapped his arms around you. He gently picked you up off your feet and spun you around as you laughed while wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “You’re the best, Y/n! You're the best!”
It was that summer night when you fell in love, and in the six days you had left on the cruise, you and Peter became inseparable and hung out with each other more than your own families.
You loved him, and every night when you’d get into your bed, the only thing that was racing through your mind was him. Only a few rooms down, Peter laid in his bed and holding his pillow to his chest, imagining it was you burying your head in the crevice of his shoulder, kissing his neck as you laid against him.
You promised yourself that at the end of the cruise trip, you’d shoot your shot and finally kiss him, and on your last day, while your parents were waiting for you in the car. You stood with Peter on the dock as passengers exited the cruise ship.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye?” Peter’s eyebrows scrunched as he frowned sadly and stared deeply into your eyes. “Yeah...” You sighed, feeling a wave of sadness wash over you.
“I’ll call you tonight?”
“You better!” You told him, slowly leaning in and draping your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around your waist and melted against the hug. He didn't want you to leave his arms, but he knew you had to, and as you pulled away, you gently caressed his cheek in the palm of his hand and pushed your lips against his, sharing a tender, passionate kiss, one that filled Peter's tummy with butterflies and gave him goosebumps.
You stood up on your tippy-toes to reach as he held your body against his chest and his soft, satisfying lips kissed you back.
What felt like minutes was only a few seconds. You slowly detached your lips and smirked. He stood there with wide eyes and a bright blushing face, starstruck with euphoria. That day, he had kissed you, long and good. It was everything he'd dreamed of ever since he met you.
“See you around, Maximoff.”
Peter watched you wink before walking away, back to your parent’s car. But after that morning, he knew it wouldn't be very long until he was holding you in his arms and calling you, his.
He sped to his mother’s car, and when he hopped in, he found Lorna and his mother, Magda, both staring at him with surprise. “See, aren't you happy I told her how pretty you thought she was?” Lorna asked, making him laugh.
“Yeah. I am.” Peter said, looking off into the distance with the happiest grin his mother had ever seen.