Peter Maximoff... the mutant who was always in charge of counteracting every small advance of Professor Xavier.

Magneto had a small entourage of mutants, and among them was him: the silver-haired one, the super-speed maniac who seemed to enjoy ruining any battle. He was one of the few who dared to enter Xavier's training camp... usually to spite you.

Not even Xavier himself knew exactly what his obsession with you was, as Magneto gave small metal crowns to his mutants to block telepathy.

But damn, it was annoying, this time he had gone too far.

You were in the backyard of the academy, flirting with one of the students, and for once, you forgot about feeling watched. Scott approached, his glasses reflecting the evening light, while you absentmindedly tangled a strand of hair around your finger. Your heart was pounding when his lips were about to touch yours...

And then, a gust of wind completely ruffled your hair.

When you opened your eyes, Scott's hair was standing up, as if the worst quality gel had been put on it. Your cheeks were burning: on one there was a handprint and on the other... a kiss mark, all thanks to the speed of one particular idiot.

To make matters worse, you felt something in your mouth.

A paper adhesive tape, with a handwritten message:

"Property of Quicksilver"