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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      X-Men_(Movieverse), The_Avengers_(Marvel_Movies)
  Relationship:
      Pietro_Maximoff/Original_Female_Character(s), Peter_Maximoff/Original
      Female_Character(s), Pietro_Maximoff/Original_Female_Character(s)_of
      Color, Peter_Maximoff/Original_Female_Character(s)_of_Color
  Character:
      Peter_Maximoff, Pietro_Maximoff, Ivy_Black
  Additional Tags:
      Teen_Ivy, Teen_Pietro, Teen_Peter, I_mixed_the_characters_together,
      Copyright_is_stupid, Let_the_boy_be_Pietro
  Series:
      Part 1 of Ivy's_Poisonous
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-03 Words: 2914
****** A.S.S. ******
by DeePet
Summary
     A trip to the arcade turns into a wager, a wager turns into a scam,
     and a prize is won.
Notes
     This is a one shot. A real deal one shot. This character is Ivy from
     my Ivy's Poisonous series, but it's her as a baby. Not a baby. A
     seventeen year old nuisance. The Pietro/Peter in this is a mixture of
     the Avengers and X-Men Pietro. Justice for my silver haired baby. I
     wrote this agesssss ago.
See the end of the work for more notes
The sun beamed down on New York city, making the buildings glisten in the
light. Brown eyes peeked from around the corner of an alley, belonging to a
pretty teenaged girl. Her skin was the tone of a roasted hazelnut and her hair
was a dark brown mop that currently was knotted at the top of her head.
Her name was Ivory Black and she was seventeen, though on the license she
flashed she was twenty-one. Born and raised in Fairhope, Alabama and the
daughter of a preacher, she was everything ever spoken about a preacher’s
child: wild as the curly tendrils on her head. She ran away from home at
sixteen, came to New York, and made her living from pickpocketing and stealing.
Though, she argued, it shouldn’t be considered stealing since they were giving
it to her willingly.
Ivory licked her lips and wiped her nose on the back of her hand, stepping out
of the alleyway once she thought the coast was clear and cop free. She stuffed
her hands in the pockets of her baggy jean shorts and made her way down the
street. She walked and walked until she got to the subway station, then she
trotted down the stairs and jumped the turntable with ease.
She walked through the crowd and got to work, her fingers easily snatching up
anything they could get their hands on. She stuffed her treasures in her
raggedy satchel and got on the train guilt-free.
Ivory rode the train all the way to Jersey, getting off and walking up the
steps. She put her heart shades over her eyes and scratched her scalp, walking
to the side of the street and jutting her thumb out. All the brunette needed
was someone to stop; they’d take her wherever she wanted to go. A car pulled
over and the driver rolled down the window. Ivory put a smirk on her lips and
leaned over, her arms on the window. The driver of the car was a middle-aged
man, the usual person who stopped for her, and he smiled back at her, though it
was tainted.
“Where to?”
Ivory bit her lip and looked into the man’s eyes, tilting her words just so,
“Take me to the mall.” The man leaned back in his seat and unlocked the door,
the teen girl hopping in and buckling up. The ride was silent, for the man’s
body was citing her command.
The girl was talented, in fact she had multiple talents, for Ivory Black was a
mutant. Unlike some, she possessed two powers instead of one; she could command
people to do whatever she liked and she could kill with a single touch. Ivory
did not know how any of these powers worked, she just knew that she had them
and she used them; frequently.
The car pulled up to the mall and she got out without a word, pulling her
ripped satchel farther up her shoulder. Her chucks hit the ground with soft
thuds as she made her way through the mall, following the trail to her desired
destination. When she finally reached the storefront of her desire, she smiled
and walked in.
Ivory loved the arcade. She had no friends in the city and the arcade put her
around people, even if those people were geeks.
She walked to the coin exchange and got her quarters, tucking them in a
compartment in her satchel. She then walked to her favorite game, Galaga, and
prepared herself for an afternoon of play. The brunette let her hair down and
pocketed the band before pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head. Licking
her lips, she took out an apple-flavored lolly from her bag and stuck it in her
mouth, ready for action.
An hour and five dollars later, Ivory’s name was once again on the top of the
score list and all was right in the world. The teen decided to move her
attentions to her second favorite game; Mrs. Pac Man. She set a goal to beat
the idiotic initials at the top of the score list; A.S.S. Ivory rolled her eyes
and popped a cherry lolly in her mouth, getting to work.
In two hours, she wasn’t able to beat the score and she was starting to get
frustrated. She had gone through four lollies and she was working on her fifth,
the cherry flavor beginning to tint her lips red. Her hair was tied away from
her face in a ponytail and there was sweat on her furrowed brow.
“Shit!” Ivory growled as she died, her frustration getting the better of her.
“Tough luck.” A accented voice sounded from seemingly nowhere and Ivory’s head
whipped to the side of her. Standing next to her was a teenaged boy with
horrible dyed shoulder-length blue hair. He was dressed in a Pink Floyd band
tee, leather jackets, and black jeans. He was slightly taller than her, had
goggles on his head, and a pensive look on his face. “Heard this guy was
tough.”
“Hmmph.” Ivory huffed in reply, taking her lollipop out of her mouth and fixing
her lips in a straight line. “I’ve been at it for a couple hours and can’t even
get close.”
The band-teed boy wrinkled his nose and fixated his brown eyes on her, “What is
that accent?”
The brunette pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, “You’re one to talk. Did
you want somethin’?”
A lopsided smile appeared on the boy’s face and dimples appeared on each of his
cheeks, “I wanted to challenge you to a Pac Man off. My treat.” He stated,
holding up two quarters.
Ivory’s tongue darted out, licking at her lolly, as she thought for a moment,
looking away from the boy. She suckled on her candy in thought before returning
her gaze to the boy, smirking as she saw his gaze was locked on her lips. She
slid her lolly in her mouth and nodded, “Okay. Cue up, blueberry.”
The boy lazily rose his gaze to her eyes and grinned, flipping the coins
between his fingers. “What should we play for?”
“Whaddya want?” Ivory retorted, finishing her lollipop and discarding the
stick. She took another one out of her bag and unwrapped it, waiting for the
boy to answer her.
The boy’s face twisted into an expression of mock pensiveness and he put a
finger to his chin, humming. “A lollipop.”
Ivory snorted and raised a brow, “A lolly? That’s all you want?”
The boy smirked and nodded, rocking on his feet, “What are you wagering, pretty
girl?”
“Your silence.” Ivory immediately answered, a smirk of her own on her round
face. “I win, you leave me alone.” The boy grinned wider and nodded, holding
his hand out for her to shake. The brunette put her lollipop in her mouth and
slid her hand into his, shaking it firmly. The boy then put two quarters into
the machine and mockingly bowed, “Ladies first.”
Ivory rolled her eyes and took her place in front of the game, quickly
loosening her ponytail and making a bun. She placed her hands on the controls,
her nails bitten to the nubs, and prepared herself. Ivory played her three
rounds like a champ, not dying once. She sucked on her candy in concentration
and cheered as she leveled up. When she was finished, she had racked up enough
points for a personal best. She arrogantly inputted her initials as second on
the scorelist, smirking at the boy beside her. She moved to the side and leaned
against the machine. “Good luck, blueberry. You’re gonna need it.”
The boy grinned at her before cracking his knuckles and placing them on the
controls. The little tune began to play from the machine and the level started.
The boy began slow, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. Ivory smugly
stared at the screen, holding in a laugh when he lost one of his lives. She
took her lollipop out of her mouth and watched as the level started once again.
The smug feeling she felt melted away as the Mrs. Pac Man began to dodge the
ghosts at a faster speed. She mouth began to drop and her eyebrows shot up,
looking from the screen to the boy’s face. His pale face was still
concentrated, though his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth. Level
up after level up, minute after minute, Ivory began to deflate. She slid her
lollipop in her mouth and watched helplessly as his score tripled hers. Her
gaze went to his fingers and her eyes widened even more; his hands appeared to
be vibrating. The ending sound of the game played and the scorelist came up.
The boy smirked to himself and entered his initials; A.S.S.
The blue-haired teen turned to Ivory with a grin and stuffed his hands in his
pockets, rocking on his feet. “So…” He started, taking in the sight of Ivory’s
wide eyes, “I’d like to take my prize now.” The boy finished, smugness heavy in
his tone. He reached out and pulled the stick of the candy, the cherry treat
pulling from between her full lips, and slid it in his mouth.
Ivory licked her lips and blinked, searching the boy’s brown eyes as he stared
back at her. “What are you?” She whispered. The girl had never met another
mutant before, if that was what the boy was.
The boy pulled the lollipop from his mouth, smacking obscenely. “Pietro.” He
answered cheekily, grinning at the short girl. He took a step forward and
looked down at her, biting the treat in his mouth. He rolled the stick in his
mouth and she swallowed thickly, looking through her lashes at Pietro. “You’re
not supposed to chomp on it.” She muttered, biting her lip.
Pietro shrugged, rocking on his feet once more, “I’m impatient.” He retorted,
though it seemed to have a double meaning with the way his eyes gleamed.
Ivory’s eyebrow twitched and she suddenly grabbed his pale hand, dragging him
out of the arcade. The brunette was on a mission and found her desired location
quite quickly. She opened the door to the custodial closet and closed it behind
them, looking around in the darkness.
A sound clicked through the closet and Ivory looked up to see Pietro right in
front of her. “Hi.” A lopsided smile stretched over his face.
“Shut up.” Ivory muttered, pulling him down by his coat and pressing her lips
to his. His mouth was hot against hers as he clicked the light off, his arms
going around her waist. He pulled her body flush against his and tilted his
head, his tongue licking at her lip. Before he actually entered her mouth he
pulled away slightly, his nose against hers.
His voice echoed through the darkness, “I actually won, so I don’t have to be
quiet.”
“Do you always talk when someone’s tryin’ to fuck you?” Ivory asked, rolling
her eyes.
The light clicked on again and Pietro’s face was deathly serious. “You wanna do
what?”
The brunette’s eyes rolled again and she crossed her arms, huffing, “Are you
serious?”
“I just need clarification.” Pietro stated, his eyes wide, “This kinda thing
doesn’t usually happen to me… I’m kind of a loser.”
Ivory sighed and let her hair down, running a hand through her curls. “So what?
Do you not want to?” She questioned, pressing one of her feet against the wall
and leaning against it with her arms crossed.
Pietro opened his mouth to reply, his eyes scanning her body, before closing
it. He repeated this process two more times before Ivory rolled her eyes and
pushed off the wall, walking up to the boy and palming him through his jeans.
Pietro let out a choked groan as Ivory pressed her lips against his again,
sucking on his bottom lip. He tasted like cherries and tab.
“God, who are you?” He questioned as she moved her attention to the pale skin
of his neck.
“Just touch me, loser.” Ivory ordered and she found herself pinned to the wall
of the closet. She moaned at the show of force and pressed her lips to his
again, burying a hand in his cobalt hair. In the next moment her legs were
wrapped around his waist and his hands were gripping her thighs tightly.
Ivory pulled back with a bite of his lip and yanked at his jacket. “Why are you
wearin’ all these clothes in the summertime?”
Pietro leaned away from her and removed his jacket in a blur of movement,
burying his head in her neck. “Fashion.” He drawled out, sucking hard on her
hazel skin.
Ivory moaned and pushed the back of his head further into her, biting her lip.
“Bite me.” She muttered and the command was quickly followed, making her arch
her back.
“You’re a kinky one, aren’t cha?” Pietro asked rhetorically, dropping her legs
and unbuttoning her shorts. Ivory opened her mouth to answer but it got caught
in her throat as he stroked her bare skin. The pale boy got very close to her
face and began to move his hand at a lightning fast pace, making it vibrate
against her.
Ivory’s mouth dropped open and her eyes fluttered closed, never having felt a
feeling like that before. She felt Pietro’s breath on her mouth and he rasped
out, “Look at me, babe.”
Always the disobedient one, Ivory kept her eyes closed, but one of her eyebrows
quirked up. “Make me.” In a quick motion, two fingers were shoved inside her
and being shoved in and out at a rapid pace. Still, Ivory just bit her lip and
kept her eyes closed, wanting to see what this boy would do. She felt him move
closer to her and the fingers in her curled upwards, making her whimper. “Oh my
God.”
Ivory toes curled in her chucks and her blunt nails buried into Pietro’s
shoulders. She felt herself tighten around the fingers inside of her and she
pulled Pietro closer to her. Right as she was about to let go, the fingers were
removed her from.
Ivory’s eyes flew open and she glared into Pietro’s eyes. “Asshole.” She
hissed, balling her fists into his shirt.
“I told you to look at me.” Pietro smirked, shrugging, “And you didn’t so…”
Ivory set her jaw and she narrowed her eyes. Tilting her voice, she commanded,
“Finish.”
Pietro’s pupils dilated and he advanced towards her once more, his hand going
into her panties and returning to their actions. Ivory let out a sigh and she
stared into his eyes once more, tilting her voice again, “Kiss me.” She
demanded breathlessly.
A hot mouth was pressed against hers and a tongue brushed against hers
desperately. With the flick of his wrist, Ivory came hard, shaking against the
wall and groaning into his mouth. When she came down from her high, Pietro’s
eyes returned to normal and he took a step away from here's .
Ivory zipped up her shorts and ran a hand through her hair, feeling Pietro’s
eyes on her. She looked up at him and his eyebrows raised.
“You too, huh?” He questioned, an impressed look on his face.
Ivory cleared her throat and blinked innocently, “I don’t know what you’re
talking about.”
“‘Finish’.” The teenaged boy mimicked her voice shrilly, taking a step closer
to her. “What was that about?”
Ivory just knotted her curls at the top of her head and walked around the boy,
ignoring how his gaze made her twitch. She moved to open the door to the closet
but was stopped by Pietro zooming in front of her and switching their
positions, so that she was against the door and he was leaning over her.
“What’s your name?” Ivory just stared up at him and said nothing. “Right…” He
muttered, taking out a coin. “Heads you tell me, tails you don’t.”
A smile almost spread over her face but she fought it, instead watching the
teen in front of her. Pietro flipped the coin in the air and caught it, taking
a glance at it. Quickly, without Ivory noticing, he flipped the coin on the
other side before showing her. “Heads.” He smugly stated.
The girl bit her lip and rolled her eyes, before acquiescing. “It’s Ivory.” She
drawled.
“Ivy?” Pietro questioned, cupping his hand over his ear. “Didn’t quite hear ya,
babe.”
Ivory pursed her lips and scoffed, “Ivory.” She said louder, “Not Ivy. What
kind of name is Ivy?”
Pietro shrugged, “A nice one, it suits you better than ‘Ivory’.” He stepped
towards her and lowered his voice, “You look to wild to be an ‘Ivory’.”
Ivory looked in Pietro’s eyes and her eyebrow twitched, “Well that’s my name.”
She muttered, shrugging. She reached behind her and opened the door, “‘Cuse me,
loser, but I gotta train to catch.”
Pietro reached behind her and shut the door again. “One last thing, babe.”
“Don’t call me that.” Ivory snapped, before softening her voice, “What?”
“Can I see you again?” The pale questioned, his dimples being showcased in a
lopsided grin. He rocked on his heels and looked every bit of boyish, making
Ivory hold in her harsh comment.
Instead, the brunette settled for kinder response, “We’ll see.” She opened the
door, but paused before she left the closet. She peeked at the teen who grinned
at her. “See you later, A.S.S.”
 
End Notes
     If you liked Ivy and you also enjoy Wade Wilson, go check out my
     other Ivy stories with her all grown up. She's still just as
     hardheaded.
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