A/N : That's all folks :-) Last chapter of this one. You better all go to your dentist after all that sweetness. Any more prompts you'd like to see?

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When Peter woke the following morning, it was to a headache from the unnatural angle of his head, not helped in the slightest by the quantity of whiskey he'd got through the night before. Wriggling into a more comfortable position before he realised that he was not freezing cold, and then that he could smell something absolutely delicious. Opened his eyes to see Angela wafting a mug of hot chocolate under his nose. She had tucked four warm, fleecy blankets around him, and he was swathed up to his chin in glorious warmth, loathe to emerge, but knowing he couldn't reach the mug without doing so.

"Morning Puppydog" she whispered, "Have a good night?"

"Dinner turned into drinks" he whispered back, smiled and took the mug from her hands, loving the warmth it spread through his fingers, "Dad's gonna have a hangover, but he brought it on himself. It was his idea"

She laughed very quietly, squeezed herself onto the sofa and wormed her way under the blankets with him. Kept very quiet so as not to wake Erik, who was still snoring very slightly with his head thrown back on the sofa. Almost wanted to take a picture, to use against him if she ever needed to. Even the Great and Terrible Magneto looked adorable when he was sleeping. Peter cuddled up close to her, took a sip of his drink, made a satisfied little noise of pleasure

"Did you make this with heavy cream?"

"Yep, and real grated chocolate, just the way Lorna does it. She taught me last Thanksgiving. Thought you might need it"

"You're a saint, honey" he told her, leaned and kissed her lightly on the ear. It tickled, and she stifled a giggle. She always tried to make sure she got Peter a hot drink first thing throughout the colder months, it helped get him going – he always woke up cold anyway, and with a freezing ambient temperature outside getting something hot inside him was a top priority, especially if she could make it something loaded down with sugar, calories and fat.

"Going for a run soon?" she whispered, "It's snowed overnight, you'll need extra layers"

"I'll skip it, need breakfast more. And a hug – think you could manage that?"

Beside them, Erik groaned deeply, raised a sleepy hand to rub over his face. Blearily half-opened his eyes to see the two of them regarding him with barely-concealed amusement. That was dignity out of the window, then.

"Good morning, Mr Lensherr" Angela said sweetly, "Want some coffee?"

"What time is it?" he moaned, tried to look at his watch and found that he had slept on his other arm, and it was a dead prickly weight that wouldn't respond to his wishes.

"Just gone six – Peter's slept late today"

"Must be all the whiskey" Erik muttered, "Good grief, aren't you even hung over?"

He watched his boy pushing the blankets down and getting up to stretch luxuriously, envious both of his youth and strength and of his apparent lack of suffering after last night. Peter offered him a smile and a hand to get to his feet.

"Come get a hot breakfast, Dadneto" he said kindly, "You'll feel better"

Much to Erik's gratitude, Peter hadn't chattered too much throughout the meal, and by the time they had sat for a long time over coffee and several more cups of creamy hot cocoa and Peter had departed for his training session, he had been feeling much better. Stayed for a time to chat with Angela before he had decided to drop in on Charles. It seemed rude to sleep in his house and not even stop in to say hello. Finally bid his son a quick but fond goodbye on his way over to the almost-finished new gymnasium around eleven, and went on his way hoping that Peter would screw his courage up sooner rather than later.

The gym was looking glorious, and Peter couldn't help but look around and observe the work going into the sprung floor in the mirrored studio room they had constructed. He had plans for martial arts training there, as well as dance to help the kids blow off some steam, which Angela had offered to help out with. Next door, a beautifully equipped new weights room stood with everything the student body could possibly need, a huge selection of free weights, even a few of the very latest StairMasters at his request – though he personally couldn't think of anything worse than climbing stairs and not getting anywhere, he'd heard they were excellent for people who actually had to work at their fitness. The obstacle room was his pride and joy though, and he could never resist having a go at the huge course, packed out with seventy unique and adjustable hazards, couldn't wait to put his students through their paces on it.

At last, the construction team had come through to let him know that they had finished reinforcing the floor, had even got Colossus to jump around on it to test the spring resistance and pronounced it virtually indestructible. Peter had been testing it out himself when Angela had entered without his notice.

She stood in the door for a while, watching her boyfriend turn handsprings and cartwheels, somersault and land effortlessly on his feet, graceful and strong as any gymnast. He'd been training with Jubilee for years now to perfect that addition to his incredible fighting prowess, enjoying the freedom of the movement and the ease with which it now came to him. At last he had noticed her, coming to rest after a series of back-flips that left him standing toe-to-toe with her and leaning to plant a kiss on her lips. She laughed, reached out to pull him into a tight hug.

"It's looking pretty cool in here, isn't it?" she remarked, gazing around the room, "Almost ready?"

"Uh-huh, just a few final touches. Think I'll make an okay instructor?"

"As long as you remember that other people have to take rests, I think you'll be amazing. I'm so glad this has all come together, Puppydog. I'm proud of you"

"Thanks, babe" he said quietly. Let her lead him out of the studio into the gymnasium proper, clamber up to sit on a vaulting horse and survey the room. He flipped himself up to sit beside her, snuggled close against her side, sat quietly a while.

"You've really come a long way, you know" she said admiringly, "Look at all this – you're going to make such a difference around here"

"And you're gonna help, right?" he said, grinned brilliantly at her. She nodded.

"I was wondering, actually, if you wanted to make our partnership more… official, shall we say?"

He frowned, not quite getting her meaning.

"In what way?"

She shook her head, laughed lightly. Fished in the pocket of her jeans and returned with a little red velvet box. Opened it to reveal a plain silver band and looked up at his shocked face shyly

"I mean, Peter Maximoff, will you be my husband?"

He stared at the glittering ring in disbelief, looked up at her nervously waiting for his answer. Couldn't get words out, instead reached into his own pocket and returned with the little blue box that had been a weight like a rock there all day. Nodded and held the Tiffany band out to her.

"Only if you'll be Mrs Maximoff" he said softly, "Which I suppose goes without saying, if I was your husband, unless you –"

She cut him off with her lips against his, crushing him against her for a long while until they were both breathless. When she pulled away, her eyes were glistening with tears and she was beaming. Held out her hand for him to slip the ring on for her, did likewise for him. They sat perched up on the horse for a long while, left hands interlaced, admiring how perfect the two rings looked together.

"I didn't ask your Dad" Peter said at last, "I hope he'll understand"

"That's okay Pup," she smiled back, pulled him close for another hug. "I asked yours."

"Bridesmaids?" he asked.

"Lorna and Wanda" she said decisively, "Gold dresses for them, silver satin for me, I want you in grey and lots of roses. And you're wearing a tie, no arguments."

"Wow, you've been planning this for a while haven't you?" he chuckled, cuddled her tighter. She returned his embrace, smiled with such genuine loveliness he thought his heart would burst from happiness.

"Only for about ten years" she said, and kissed him again.