Disclaimer(I keep forgetting to do this whoops): I do not own X-Men or any Marvel property. I only own Violet Jones.

23th December, 1972

Did Peter mention he hated Christmas parties?

Now, he loved Christmas. Getting high on candy canes and the decorations and not to mention the presents he got from his aunt. But the Christmas parties his mom dragged him too were the ultimate snore fest. He was surrounded by people he didn't know, teenagers he didn't like, nor did they like him. His mother forced to be someone she wasn't. A bunch of snooty adults who gave him odd looks when he reached for not only a handful of sweets, but the whole bowl.

Mrs. Greene usually held the party. He didn't like her. She would always make him feel as small as possible. "So, how's school Peter?" She would ask him in her smug voice, knowing full well he wasn't in school anymore. "Peter, has your mother got a job yet?" His mother was currently unemployed.

"Did you hear, Kieran is captain of the debate team." Yeah, like that was something to be proud of.

"Oh, Peter, I'm so smart, I'm so fancy. My son is so much better than you."

Okay, so maybe she didn't exactly say that last thing, but her eyes did.

He had told his mother countless times that she shouldn't be herself through the constant belittling. She already had enough of it for being a single mother of three, one being one half of an odd pair, the other half hasn't been seen in a month. He was fast, she was weird. It was hard to explain. He wished she was here, she would make these parties so much better. He could imagine her blowing the cork off the top of the champagne bottle, soaking all who were near it with just a look, as he stole the obvious wigs off the heads of the women.

But now, here he sat, in an uncomfortable position as Lorna snored on his crossed legs, alone and more importantly, lonely. He brushed a piece of his little sister's frizzy hair out of her face, watching her content face with a frown. He wished she was awake, because then he might have a chance of getting out of here. He could persuade her to cause a scene and he would out of there in a second.

Lifting his gaze to the crowd that was slowly getting drunker by the hour(damn his fast metabolism), he noticed someone. Just walking into the room was Daisy Jones, Violet's mother, and her father Henry. They didn't look very happy. If his mind wasn't playing games on him than Violet was sure to follow. And sure enough, she did.

He didn't think he would've been able to miss her.

She wore a fiery red dress, like a burnt orange and matching lipstick. The skirt of the dress was ruffled under a glittery broach that she fiddled with. Her hair was curled elegantly, tied in a half up half down hairstyle. He chuckled once he noticed her footwear, simple red sneakers. Normally, he'd never admire a girls outfit, being fashionable didn't really matter to him, but now he couldn't stop staring. Anyone around him would see the absolutely dumbfounded look he wore. He ducked his head a little, was he blushing?

Violet caught sight of him and smiled wide. He copied her as she walked over. "Hey!" He said, a little too excitedly, but he was so bored.

"I guess you hate this as much as I am." she joked.

"I am dying of boredom."

"Sorry for making you wait." She cleared her throat. "There was some... debating whether I should be dragged along."

There was something more to her words but Peter didn't press because he was too busy buzzing over the fact that he wasn't alone. She crouched down to giggle as Lorna's sleeping figure. "She's tapped out."

"Didn't take long." He felt his legs begin to protest, begging to get his sister off him before they went dead. Gently, he fiddled with her until her head was perched on his shoulder and he was standing. She didn't even stir. "I should probably take her home."

"Take me with you!" Violet cried. He chuckled at her desperation. "Come on, babysitting might be fun!"

"Okay, come on." he said, rushing to find his mother. He got her to agree to them babysitting, but only if they didn't wreck the house.

Peter took that as go crazy, which he intended to do so.

They were just heading for the door when lovely Mrs. Greene pulled him back with a sickly sweet smile. "Sweetie, leaving so soon?"

"Yeah, Lorna's tired."

"But you didn't introduce us." she gestured between herself and Violet.

"Mrs. Greene, this is Violet. Violet, Mrs. Greene."

The older woman stuck out her horribly manicured hand. "Pleasure."

Violet reached out a took her head, shaking it twice before the host of party dropped her champagne glass with a hiss. The whole party turned its attention to her as she blew on her hand. "The glass was boiling hot." She told her husband who had come over.

When she looked back, Violet had dragged Peter out of the house.

xXx

Violet shivered in the cold D.C air. She loved Christmas, she did, but she despised the cold. Especially when she wore strapless dresses like tonight. In her rush to leave she forgot to bring her jacket and now she was stuck slowly freezing to death as Peter dug for his keys, keeping sure not to disturb his little sister. Every now and then she would make a noise, or turn her head and he would have to freeze, but so far so good.

As well as this, she would catch his eyes drifting to her figure, letting his eyes dance over. When he thought she had noticed, he would flush beet red and continue to rummage in his pocket. Violet was about to ask what was wrong when he jingled them in her face with a triumphant laugh. He unlocked the door and told her to make herself at home. She was not even two minutes sitting down when he was down the stairs again, brushing his hands on his shirt. "All done! You want pizza?"

She blinked, wondering how he got up the stairs so quick without waking his sister. "Yeah, sure."

He ordered the pizza and then flopped down on the couch next to her as a pop chart show began. Violet huffed as Peter repeated what he had been doing the majority of the night, staring at her with this weird hesitant look. She scoffed as he turned away for the fourth time. "Is something wrong?"

"Wha-?" he blinked.

"Is there something in my dress or something?" She got up and brushed the fabric down. "Show me." she twirled.

Unbeknownst to her, she was making Peter even more dumbstruck. "F-fine." He stammered, blinking rapidly. "You l-look beau-beautiful."

She stopped twirling and stared at him with a confused, but flattered look. "Oh, uh, thank you." her face was as red as her dress at this point.

It was like he realised what he had said and immediately shot up to face her. "That's not to say you're not always beautiful. Unless you don't want to hear that, then you're ugly." he frowned at himself. "Hold on."

"I think I'll stick to being called beautiful." They both chuckled.

"And honestly, matching your dress with your eyes?" He pointed to her magma hued irises. "Good call." he smirked.

She scrunched her nose up in a silent laugh. "I colour coordinate." Peter gave her a mock offended look, knowing he had said those words about himself back in June.

There was silence for a moment before Violet looked up. "Uh, Peter?"

"Yeah?" she pointed upwards and he followed. He gulped. "Oh."

Above them was a sprig of mistletoe.

He was going to kill his mother. How was he so stupid and not realise what she was doing when she came home with the groceries and didn't show him what she bought?

Violet was smiling both in awkwardness and nervousness. She had never been kissed before, and gauging by the look Peter was giving the mistletoe, it seemed he hadn't been either. They sort of stared at each other, both as red and embarrassed and the other party. She bit her lip as she watched Peter flounder for an excuse to get her out of this. "You don't have to if you don't want to." He said sheepishly, looking down at his shoes that had become very interesting all of a sudden. It's a stupid tradition anyway, I mean it's just a piece of twig and berries, like why is it so significant?" He then began to ramble on about Christmas in general and the stuff he was going to get and what was she going to get? Did she like Christmas? Is she going to get him something?

Violet thought it was simultaneously the most adorable and annoying thing ever. She laughed lowly, placing her hands on his shoulders which silenced him immediately. Rising to her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his cheek softly, feeling his body tense in anticipation but relax as her lips made contact with his cheek. She broke out into a grin, using her thumb to wipe the lipstick stain that she given him. He was staring at her with unblinking, wide eyes that she met and her thumb halted, her hand just cupping his face now.

"Merry Christmas, you idiot." she whispered with a soft smile.

His eyes began to blink lazily, his smile dopey. "Merry Christmas, Vi."

Her hand was still cupping his face, and she swore he began to lean in, but the doorbell ringing made them practically jump apart from each other. "I think that's the pizza." Peter said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, yeah. Pizza." she said in reply, rushing to open the door.

Eventually, when their parents came back to the house, they were both asleep in the couch, Violet's head resting on Peter's. "Told you it work." Magda said with a smirk.

Daisy just chuckled. Henry wasn't so pleased.

A/N: I can't believe nearly 2000 people have viewed this story? I know it may not seem like a massive number in the grand scheme of things but I'm so happy that that many people like this story. I'd just like to thank you all. Now, a question for you all:

Should I do the reveals next, or a look into their relationship in Logan's timeline?

Love to know your thoughts! See you next chapter! - E