Peter's little habit of stealing wasn't exactly a secret. And it wasn't little, either. It was like he couldn't even help himself. He stole whatever he wanted, which included shit he'd never ever use. He stole TVs, guitars, clothes, arcade games, records, food, and just about everything you could think of. He stole simply because he could. He was confident that he'd never get caught, and he was right. Occasionally, sure, he'd get the cops called on him but that was once in a blue moon. More often than not, most people didn't even know what hit them ─ his speed was a great tool in the art of theft.

His urge to steal was hard to control, but that didn't mean he couldn't put it to good use (more or less). Peter was well aware of his problem. While he usually stole just for fun, he found himself swiping little knick-knacks he thought you might like. A bracelet reminded him of you? Boom, he got it. The local bakery had your favorite treat? You bet it, he got it for you ─ and managed to deliver it to you while it was still warm. It started happening more and more often. Maybe he had a little crush on you, but it was easier to display those feelings through giving little gifts than actually telling you.

Peter was lucky enough to catch you in the evening as you finished teaching your last class of the day at the X-Mansion. You were sorting a few things, tidying up your desk as the students dispersed into their groups and left. Peter sauntered into your classroom through the open door, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. “Hi,” He spoke, gaining your attention as he leaned against your desk. “Got you a little something.”

He passed you a poorly wrapped box, small enough to fit in your palm. He wasn't technically lying. He did get it for you ─ even though that meant stealing it.