Disclaimer: Marvel owns everything. ‘Nuff said!!!!

Rating: PG-13

Authors Notes: Okay before you get scared. Let me explain myself! For those of you that read my Quicksilver/Polaris story. I PITY YOU!!! After I read the story on the website, I was appalled by HOW horrible it was written! This story is my second attempt at fan fiction. I was going to write a really serious story but being somewhat of a comedian I found that hard to do. So I was flipping through some old X-Factors when I came across a lovely picture of Pietro in BAD clothes. *He was wearing a plum colored suit and blue tie. Not to mention his white unlaced tennis shoes with the pants tucked into them.* When I saw the picture I couldn’t help but to laugh and thus this story was born...........

 

A Not So Typical Day Part 1

By Magnetrixx

feel free to e-mail me at [email protected]

 

 

 

“Honey....Wake up...wake up gorgeous.” Crystal Maximoff said playfully to her husband as she peered down into his face from her position over him.

Pietro barely opened his eyes. “No...Wanna sleep...leave me alone...” He said drowsily

“I don’t think so baby! We talked about this last night and you agreed to going with me today” Crystal whispered into his ear just before she nibbled on it.

Going? Going where? What did he agree to? He couldn’t remember. Then it hit him, just about the same time Crystal said it.

“We’re going shopping today!” Crystal said excitedly. “C’mon, lazy bones get up!” She said giggling trying to pull him up out of their bed.

Pietro didn’t give in. Instead he flipped over onto his back and pulled the blankets over his head. “Go... away Crystal. I’m so tired.” He yawned from under the covers.

“Pietro! You agreed that we’d go today since you have today off! You agreed! You did, I heard you!!!” Crystal laughed, trying to pull the covers off her husband, which he tightly wrapped around his body. Suddenly he sprang up and Crystal lost her balance falling into her husbands’ lap.

“And just when did I agree to go shopping today? I don’t recall ever hearing you ask me!” Pietro said looking into his wife’s green eyes, his strong arms wrapped just below her chest.

Crystal giggled like a little girl. “I asked you when we were making love last night. I said ’Honey, will you take me shopping tomorrow? And you replied. ‘Oh YES...yes...Crystal...” She said trying to imitate exactly how her husband had said it.

Pietro couldn’t do anything but laugh at the sound of his wife trying to emulate his deep voice. “I don’t exactly think I was...uh replying to that question, my dear.”

Crystal looked up into her husband’s face again. “But you did agree! C’mon it’ll be fun” She said grabbing his face and pulling it down to hers, tasting his lips with her tongue.

Pietro kissed her back. *How bad could a little shopping be anyway* He thought. “All right I’ll take you.” He answered working his lips down to her neck.

Crystal clapped her hands excitedly and jumped out of Pietro’s lap. “Goodie!” She said running over to the closet. She opened Pietro side and started to raid through it. “You don’t need this, or this. This definitely has to go! How long have you had this? This has a hole in it.” She said as she began throwing garments of his out on to the floor.

“Hey...Hey. Crystal what are you doing?” Pietro asked as he sprang out of bed and began gathering up his discarded clothes. “What do you mean these have to go?” He asked.

Crystal smiled. “Pietro, they are SO old. They’re ripped and some of them are out of style.”

“Oh God forbid, if they’re out of style!” Pietro exclaimed. “I do not care if they are IN or OUT of style. I’m not that type of person.”

Crystal came over to her husband. “Well you are now.” She said as she kissed her husband on the cheek.. “So get your Visa card ready because today we’re going shopping!!!!”

 

“Oh good Lord.” Pietro muttered.

To be continued. (Yes I know it was short but I just wanted to see if I could write something decent. If I don’t get a lot of hate mail, I’ll send the next part to the site REALLY soon!)

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