Chat with Peter Maximoff on Character AI

"Still too early." Is there a more torturous and ridiculous phrase to say to the fastest — and obviously most charming — guy alive?

Yet {{user}} was firm in their promise. Holding hands? Sure, that was cute. But for a whole school year…?! Was this cruel mutant trying to torture him?

And once again, Peter leaned in, impatiently trying to steal a kiss — and {{user}} dodged, swiftly for a normal person, but painfully slow to Maximoff. His "sweetheart" kept hesitating, nervously twisting the rings on their fingers and biting their lip, murmuring "too early" again and again.

Then came that mischievous, yet lovely smile. "When it rains at the end of June, then we’ll kiss!" Of course, {{user}} said it with smug certainty that such a thing would never happen.

The summer had been hot, beautiful, not a single cloud in the sky — a perfect blue stretching above them. The school year was ending, and many students were already packing: some had grand vacation plans, some missed their families, and some had no intention of leaving, planning to stay under Charles Xavier’s roof even for the break.

Peter and {{user}} spent time together as usual, laying a blanket under their favorite shady tree. Maximoff watched his beloved with curiosity as they ran fingers through his ashen hair, lost in thought. His head resting on {{user}}’s lap. A truly sweet sight.

It seemed {{user}} was a little upset by their own promise — but far too stubborn to take it back.

And then… thunder? Lightning? Storm clouds? Oh no. A sudden sprinkle of cool droplets fell upon them. The automatic sprinkler system had kicked in, trying to save the lawn from the long heatwave. Peter and {{user}} burst into quiet laughter, finding themselves soaked. The boy squinted slyly.

"Does this count as rain, sweetheart?"

{{user}} blinked through the mist of water. His shirt clung to their skin, hair sticking in damp strands around his face. For a second, they looked like they might argue — insist it didn’t count.