Contrary to popular belief, Violet does venture outside.

It was a Saturday the first time she decided to go outside in her new neighbourhood. She had bought a new book, and felt it was too nice a day to just ignore, and it was one of the last few days of summer. So zipping up her hoodie, she took one of the fold up chairs her mother had bought last summer and placed it in the shade, cracking her book open and letting the summer breeze relax her.

After reaching the third chapter, Violet had a thought, a very dangerous thought. Her parents were gone grocery shopping, her neighbours weren't outside, there was nothing stopping her from using her powers, maybe even try to understand them more. Placing her book down, peeking over the wall to check to see if anyone was outside, Violet took off her hoodie and began to play.

Taking a breath in, she felt her body relax as the sun touched her skin, the heat began to rise inside her and around her body, already starting to feel the fire tingle at her fingertips. An orb of energy formed in the palm of her hand. Letting a smile cross her face at the relief that flooded her body at being able to exert that energy that she refused to use most of the time.

Spinning around, she noticed that the orb left her fingertips and became an almost liquid like substance, like a solar flare. Violet let out a laugh as the flare twirled around her body, not even burning it as it skirted across her clothing. It was like it had a mind of its own.

"Hi!"

The flare dissipated into the air, melding with the sun beams already in the sky. Violet whipped around to see Lorna, still in her warrior fairy outfit, peeking over the fence that divided her house from the Maximoff's. It seemed she hadn't seen anything, and if she did, wasn't perturbed by what she saw. "H-hi!" Violet greeted back, walking over to the fence. "Lorna, right?"

"Yep, that's me."

She smiled at the little girl. "What are you doing out here?"

The youngest Maximoff leaned in, like she was about to reveal a big secret. "I'm supposed to be doing my summer reading, but I came out here to hide from my brother."

Violet tried not to look too eager at the mention of her brother, so she tried to keep her gaze directed at Lorna and not have it stray to the open back window. "Your brother's home?"

"Yeah, he's babysitting while mommy tries to find a job."

"Lorna!" she heard the voice of said brother from the kitchen. "Come on, where are you?"

She giggled. "I'm out here talking to your girlfriend."

Violet didn't correct her, just rolled her eyes playfully.

"I don't have a girlfriend, unless she's one of your imaginary friends-"

"No silly! The girl from last night you couldn't stop talking abou-"

In the blink of an eye(and Violet means it literally, like she could've sworn he was nowhere near the backdoor) he was at her side, picking the little fairy up and whisking her away back into the kitchen and then back again, almost as quick.

"Hi." was all he said.

Leaning against the fence, she quirked an eyebrow. "Couldn't stop talking about me, huh?" the hammering of her heart did little to stop the giddy feeling rising in her stomach.

"Yeah, I mean, you lost pretty hard, felt like I had to share it with the world." he earned a smack against his metallic jacket for that one.

Violet pointed at him. "I still want that rematch."

"What? Wanted to relive the feeling of losing again?"

"You're such a sore winner."

"Well, when you have no friends like I do, then you tend to brag."

Violet's eyebrow raised incredulously at that. "No friends? I find that hard to believe."

"Why, because I'm so charming?"

Another smack against his jacket, hard enough to make him lean a little back with a snort. "Well, you're cool. Easy to hang out with."

There was something that changed in his gaze, almost like he was touched by what she had said. "Usually, people think I'm too crazy for them. Too "hyperactive", whatever the hell that means."

Violet shrugged, "Well, with the summer I've been having, there isn't such thing as too crazy in my life."

He watched her for a moment, a pensive look in his eye. "You wanna come by later? I've got some cool new tapes."

There was a moment before a smile hit her face. "Tell me you have Time in a Bottle."

"What kind of fake fan do you take me for?"

Violet laughed, nodding. "I'll see you later, Peter."

He beamed at her and watched her pick up her hoodie, the book and the chair, frowning as she stopped at her doorway to look at him.

"You know, I'm glad I'm your first friend."

Peter grinned. So was he.

xXx

A few hours later, Violet had left her house(and no, she informed her mother, she was not dressing up for him, she just wanted to look nice), ready to go to Peter's when something made her stop dead in her tracks.

Outside of Peter's house was a police car.

Immediately, her mind rushed to the worst possible scenario and so found herself jogging to the Maximoff's door, about to knock on it when it opened in front of her, causing her and the person opening to the door to recoil from each other. Violet was frozen, rigid as she came face to face with a police officer who recovered earlier than she and smiled.

"Oh, sorry little lady."

Violet blinked, pleading to god that her eyes weren't their burnt orange like they usually were.

"That's-that's fine, sir."

Ms. Maximoff, looking like she hadn't known sleep in a week sighed. "He's downstairs, sweetie."

Without even thinking, she raced down the stairs, the nervous, heavy feeling in her chest outweighed her want to see Peter. She barely kept a reign on her eye colour, having seen no need to do it because of how much time she spent indoors, but that run in, that not even two second run in with one police officer and she was freaking out that she was going to get caught with whatever mutation she had.

When she got to the basement, she saw Peter slumped on the couch with a scowl on his face, his tv blaring some obscure milk commercial. He made no indication that he knew she was there, because he wasn't his usual zippy self.

"Hey." She said, rather loudly it seemed because he nearly fell off the couch, whipping around to find the source of the voice.

When he saw her, his scowl lightened, but he still wasn't happy. "Hi."

"There's an officer in your house. Is everything alright?"

He blinked, seemingly put off by that question. "What?"

Violet had descended the stairs, now in the living room of his room. "Well, I assumed you'd been robbed or murdered or something." Peter shot her a look. "I don't know, I just assumed."

He crossed his arms with a huff, leaning back into the stool housed by the arcade machine. "I got busted for, uh, for this." He patted the pong game.

She didn't respond.

"Oh."

Again he blinked, thrown by her passive comment to it. "Oh?"

"Well, like I said, I thought you were robbed or something. It's just an arcade machine," she smirked. "And a few Twinkies and radios it seems."

His scowl had disappeared at this point. "You're so cool."

She went to sit on the other stool, beginning to start up the game. "I'm cool? You're the guy who went into an arcade, unplugged a machine, and came home with it and no one saw you."

He laughed, shrugging. "I am the shadows."

"Ha ha. Now, get ready for the butt whipping of your life."

(Long story short he looses 23-7, but he may have been distracted by the fact that Violet Jones has just become his most favourite person in a matter of seconds.)

xXx

A/N: Ahh I know it's short but the next one is longer I promise! Also, in response to Devona Everknight's review: I realised about a week after I wrote the first chapter that Sunspot was a mutant, and in DoFP so I decided to take a twist to her powers. All will be revealed in due time. And in response to anonymouscsifan's question: if I tell you if Wanda will make an appearance, isn't it considered spoilers ;)

See you guys next chapter! - E