A fic about Laura for X23 Maximoff. It ended up becoming a Scott x Laura because well... I'm trash.
Scott was surprised to see the girl they had brought back looking… normal. Her skin had grown back and her hair was long, she didn't even have scars. Scott was leaning against the doorway, curious eyes behind his glasses when she woke up, screaming and yelling. She looked absolutely normal, despite the frantic panic. When she calmed down, Scott walked over to her, his hands up in a peaceful gesture.
"Y-you look… you look very nice," he said, mentally punching himself. "I mean, for someone who was just missing most of their skin, you look highly presentable." Fucking-a, Summers. Shut up.
She scowled at him, no trust in her eyes, and actually growled a little bit. Scott swallowed and kept his hands up. "Listen, I just.. I just want to talk to you. You're somewhere safe. My name is Scott Summers-"
"Cyclops!" She stood up, metal claws sliding out her knuckles and Scott suddenly felt really queasy. "You're Cyclops! You're the one who did this to all of us!"
He back away as she took a step toward him. "N-No, I mean, yes! But I'm not him. I'm him from the past, before he became… himself." His heart was pounding in his chest. "I haven't killed anyone or started any mutant genocides, I swear. I'm just Scott Summers."
She stepped closer to him, scowling fiercely. He swallowed hard and felt his head getting light. "And we just saved your life, so I'd appreciate it if you spared mine."
She spat. "If there's no Scott Summers, then there's no Cyclops."
Scott was itching at his leg under his cast with a ruler, thankful that they were still something that existed in this time. Laura had been pacing around the safe house for the past few hours, pissed that Warren had flown off somewhere even though he technically had asked if anyone wanted to join him.
She was driving Scott insane and it was already bad enough to be driven crazy by an itch you can't quite sedate, he didn't need her to be an itch in his brain. "Laura," he called out to her. She entered the room, scowling fiercely, her hair in disarray. "Y-you look… you look very nice," Scott forced out past a snort.
"Shut the fuck up, Scott. What do you want."
"I have a list of missions here," he began. It didn't take very long for him to convince her to run off and play hero.
Scott was standing, waiting, nervously messing with the bottom of his sleeve. The music started and he felt his chest grow tight. Right now, he'd love to be anywhere else because he was never the type of person to enjoy having all eyes on him. Laura walked past everyone and up to him. He could tell she was scowling underneath her forced smile, he could tell by the way her eyes looked like she was in pain and her jaw was firm. "Y-you look… you look very nice," he forced out, despite the way his mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls. She really did look nice.
The dress she was wearing was long and form fitting, white with lacy patterns of flowers down the sleeves and her chest. She was holding a bouquet of red flowers. "Thanks," she breathed, the tension in her shoulders leaving some and the clenched tension in her jaw diminishing. "I hate having all eyes on me," she admitted. "I feel like prey."
"Same," Scott breathed, chest expanding. Laura was so beautiful and today, he got to really appreciate that beauty. Today, they got married.