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Let It Snow
Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Summary: When the power goes out at the Facility, Pietro makes sure you’re keeping warm.
Note: Takes place in an “Everybody is alive and lives at the Avengers Facility” AU. Wanted to kick out one more Christmas/Winter imagine before getting into the New Year’s stuff.
Warnings: None?
Word Count: 1.5k
Reader Is: Gender Neutral, an Avenger.
To be honest, you didn’t notice it at first, the slight chill in the air. You continued your work, typing away on the loud, typewriter-style keyboard on the fancy, expensive computer Bruce had built for you (with Tony’s money, of course).
And then it got…worse.
Your toes were numb and you were shivering, despite the long sleeves you were wearing.
You slid your feet into some slippers and walked out into the hallway, arms huddled around yourself as you wandered from your room, down the hall to where the thermostat was. You gave the up button a cursory press, waiting for the screen to blink to life and tell you what it was set to, but it didn’t.
Huh. Well, that was something, wasn’t it?
“(Y/N). Hello.” Vision materialized beside you, causing you to jolt in shock. “My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.”
“It’s fine, Vision. Do you know what this is all about?” You asked, shivering and motioning to the busted thermostat.
“It appears the furnace is broken. Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner are attempting repairs now, but it may take quite some time.”
“Oh. Gotcha.” You nodded, “Thanks for the info.”
“Of course. I do recommend you bundle up. It seems your body temperature is steadily decreasing.”
“Will do.” You saluted and pivoted on your heel, just in time to catch a face full of Pietro as he sped down the hall, sliding to a stop.
You ever so gracefully fell on the floor, staring up at him, disgruntled. “Nice one, Sonic.”
He chuckled, offering a hand, but you got up on your own, dusting yourself off. “What is the problem?”
“Furnace is busted.” You explained, patting his arm as you began walking away.
Pietro started walking backwards, keeping pace with you. “Where are you going?”
“To get into something warmer. Might be a while.”
One of his eyebrows quirked up. “Well, you know, I’ve heard skin to skin contact is the fastest way to warm up, if you need some help with that. I do have ‘improved homeostasis,’ as Banner puts it.”
“I’m good, thanks.” You deadpanned, shutting your door in his face. You could feel him lingering there for a moment before running back down the hall to his room, you presumed. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. Pietro was a flirt. Always had been. But things like this never worked out with people like him. Not in your experience, at least.
You changed into a cozy, zip-up onesie, feeling a lot warmer than before, especially with the hood over your head. You got back to your tying for a while. A few hours at least…until the lights went out.
“Great!” You threw your hands up, rolling away from the desk in your dark room.
In a huff, you stood up and walked to your window. It was a blizzard out there, inches and inches of snow on the ground. There was a knock on the door and whirled around to answer it. Part of you expected it to be Pietro standing there, but instead, it was Steve with a flashlight.
“Oh, hey. Is this because of the blizzard?”
“No, Tony says he snipped the wrong wire.” Steve shook his head. “Or something. Might be a while before it gets fixed.”
It was already getting late, and you were planning on going to sleep soon, but now, you weren’t so sure you should if you didn’t want to wake up a popsicle. “Okay, thanks for letting me know.”
You said, turning back to grab your phone and your water bottle to refill it before you figured out exactly what it was you should do in the meantime.
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About an hour later, Pietro found you on the couch in the living room, shivering and reading a book by the light of a tiny, battery powered reading light. You were bundled up and, due to the lack of windows, you were pretty sure it was the warmest room in the facility. But as the temperature continued to drop, it didn’t seem to matter where you were.
“(Y/N), what are you doing in here?” He said, concern etched deep into his accented words. You met his eyes, wrought with worry and only offered a shaking shrug.
“I don’t want to g-go to sleep until the h-heat comes back on.”
He shook his head, crossing the room slowly for once, taking his time with each step. He sat beside you, not even bundled up beyond a hoodie and some sweatpants. For the first time in your life, you envied his powers. Carefully, giving you every opportunity to shove him off of you, he gently lifted your blanket, guided your book to the coffee table, and crawled on top of you, settling his body atop yours and sandwiching you between himself and the couch. He pulled the blanket back on top of the both of you, adjusting his head into the crook of your neck.
You were stiff at first, but at his warmth, you all but melted, eyes closing in bliss, your arms relaxing around him as you chased that feeling. His warmth. His scent, that sharp, woodsy cologne he was so infatuated with.
“Is this alright?” He asked, voice low and raspy.
You nodded, relaxing further into his hold, letting him warm you up. You pulled him closer, relishing in the feeling of your shivers slowly stopping. “Pietro…”
“I won’t say anything. The others don’t have to know.” He assured you, meeting your eyes before settling down again.
“I’m not too worried about that.” You whispered, suddenly overcome by it all. His proximity, his voice, the way his body felt melded against yours. It was right, what they said. Fitting like puzzle pieces.
“You’re not?” He asked, mischief at the edge of his tone. “Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?”
You scoffed. “You know, contrary to popular belief, I don’t dislike you, Pietro.”
“I don’t dislike you either.” He replied with a chuckle. “Kind of the opposite, in fact.”
Your heart picked up a quicker rhythm, cheeks flushing. You were kind of thankful the two of you were cuddled up in the dark. You hoped nightvision wasn’t one of his secret powers, or you were sure you’d never see the end of it.
“Please say something.” He murmured at the silence.
“You…”
“I thought it was obvious.” He muttered, words quick, flat at the edges.
You let another moment pass, choosing your words.
“I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to—”
You touched his face with a cold hand, guiding his chin so you could attempt to look him in the eyes in the silvery rays of light streaming in the window. “I like you, too.”
He grinned, breath catching in his throat. “You mean it?”
“I have for a while.” You confessed. “Since that first training session when you bulldozed me on the track.”
“I did not bulldoze you!”
“I don’t know, I felt pretty bulldozed, laying there, flat on my back, feet knocked out from under me.”
He chuckled. “I was trying to impress you.”
“Mission accomplished.” You laughed at the way frustration crept into his words. “I could never forget about it. My very first week on the team and already, someone was out to get me.”
“Oh my God.” He rolled his eyes, the words sounding unsure on his tongue. He shook his head, gaze softening as he reached up, a careful hand brushing the hair out of your face. “Are you warmer now, drága?”
“Much.” You nodded, brushing the tip of your nose against his. “I do have another idea for warming up, though…”
He smirked. “Such as?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?”
“Please do.”
You rolled your eyes, and looped an arm around his neck, tugging him down to you and crushing your lips to his. He hummed in agreement, calloused fingers hooking your jaw, keeping you close as his kissed you tenderly, passionately, lips soft and perfect and experienced. He was the perfect distraction from the freezing room around you.
Then, suddenly, there was a loud thrum and the power kicked back on, bathing the room in light. You squinted, the appliances in the kitchen all beeping as they came back to life.
Pietro shielded his eyes with a hand, still hovering over you. You stared up at him for a long, quiet moment, still not entirely sure it had happened until he dipped back down and pressed a long kiss to your cheek, his stubble tickling your skin.
“Now let’s get you to bed, hmm?” He asked, helping you off of the couch as the facility gradually warmed back up. The two of you walked down the hall together and you yawned.
“What were you two doing down there?” Bucky asked, standing in his doorway. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“I was just letting (Y/N) know the heat was back on.” Pietro shrugged. “I am the quickest, you know.”
“Uh-huh. Right.” Bucky nodded, suspicious, but backing away into his room anyway.
You got to your door and stopped in the doorway, turning to look at Pietro. His hand grabbed at your waist, tugging you in for a kiss that you gladly returned. When you parted, you watched him speed down the hall, hoping that when you woke, it wouldn’t all be some sweet, winter dream.
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hole in the wall || pietro maximoff
pietro maximoff x f!reader
summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him.
word count: 5k+
warnings: fighting, none rlly??
a/n: the russian is translated so i apologize if the translation is wrong. i wrote for pietro years ago but this is my first time in awhile :P reader is subjected to the same torture as bucky bc the character is kinda him, inaccuracies in the mcu but nothing crazy
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pietro often wondered about the girl who was held next door. he'd hear the screeching metal against the floor followed by a slight commotion and then a thud on the floor. small shuffling could be heard and then it was silence. no movement, no talking, no heavy breathing or cries, silence until the next time the metal door unleashed its harrowing song, and large boots could be heard entering the cell and dragging the girl away.
pietro couldn't tell how long he'd really been here nor how long it had been since the mysterious girl next to him was there but he did know it had been months on end and yet he had never seen a glimpse of the girl that shared the wall with him.
there was a small hole in the cement that allowed him to peer into the girl's cell but each time he looked he was met with the grey wall from beyond. he had heard murmurs that she was young like him and wanda. strong, fearless, one of the doctor's favorites. she was often sent out on missions and came back unscathed. each mission she was sent on was a success as if the concept of failure was unfathomable. she apparently spoke little, only when instructed, never talked back, never laughed, never screamed. almost robotic.
which is why it came to pietro's surprise after hearing the thud of her knees hit the floor and the guards march away he heard a soft sniffle. and then slightly louder ones followed by rapid and heavy breathing. pietro scuffled over to the hole in the wall and peered through. he could see her sitting against the far wall with her legs tucked closely to her, her forehead resting on her knees. he could only see half her body from where she was sitting but he could see her shoulder shaking.
"you... you need to breathe in and out. you are going to make yourself pass out," pietro was unsure, his voice quiet but loud enough for her to hear. her head shot up and looked directly at the hole. her hair was sticking to her face, her mouth was slightly parted, and eyes wide and red.
"it's okay. my name is pietro. you don't need to talk but i... i wanted to see if you are okay. you've never even made a noise before now," he felt funny slightly confessing the fact he's been taking note of your actions.
he watched as you wiped the tears off your cheek and raked the hair off your face.
"i don't know how i am," your voice sounded like you hadn't spoken in days.
"it's okay to not know."
from where you sat you could only see the boy's eye. it was a striking blue, "like the sky," you murmured.
"what?" you heard the voice call back.
you slowly stood up dragging your chained feet over to the wall. you held the wall, steadying yourself before sitting with a huff, "your eyes remind me of the sky."
pietro wasn't sure what to say back. he went months not hearing your voice or seeing you, only knowing the tales that the guards spoke of yet here you were inches from him, broken down and giving a compliment. a much different reality to the one he thought he knew before.
pietro didn't hear another word from you, he assumed you fell asleep against the wall. he tried looking through the hole at any angle he could to see you, but all he noticed was a piece of metal gleaming from the dull light in your cell.
a few days had passed since the interaction and pietro had little time to dwell on it. his testing was getting more intense, he was constantly being injected with needles he knew nothing about, there were many monitors reading whatever vitals they needed to document, and his training was becoming more rigorous. he was exhausted, he hadn't been in his cell in two days, and although the cell offered no comfort he much rather be locked behind the bars than strapped to a table.
the guards pushed him down the hallway, taunting him. each time he stood up they would push him back down. the shackles on his wrists rubbed his skin raw and those around his ankles prevented him from running. the guard gripped his shoulder tightly walking past wanda's cell as she called out to her brother.
"wanda!" he screamed out as he watched the other guard reach through the bars and grip at her neck. the guard holding onto him roughly pushed him into the cell causing him to stumble and land on his shoulder, his face grazed the cement floor.
you had heard the commotion from your cell, you stood at the door looking over at the guards who simply laughed at the twins who were now in pain. all you could do was grimace. you hated this, you hated this place, each day you yearned to leave this hell hole you've called home. you heard pietro scream in frustration and then heard his rapid movements as he ran around his cell, thrashing against the walls.
you had seen pietro from a distance a few times. you were never allowed to be near the enhanced people and only managed glimpses of them. you had seen his super speed and the way the scientists trained him. it was brutal and he endured a lot just from the few moments you had witnessed. you started to notice that after particularly rough days he would do this, run back and forth for what seemed like hours on end. slamming into the cement walls that would somehow rattle from the force. he would yell in anger, cursing the guards and scientists for what they were doing.
the noise settled and you hesitantly sat in front of the small hole. you could see his large frame hunched over catching his breath. he ran a hand through his messy silver hair, his white tank top was dirty and slightly damp from his running. you peered behind your shoulder at the hallway making sure it was empty. you swallowed thickly with nerves in fear of getting caught before forcing three fingers into the hole and ripping the cement block from the wall. you could now fit your head through the hole comfortably if you wanted to.
"pietro," you said placing the block beside you. he faltered and gestured with an open hand in confusion at the now gaping hole in the wall. you couldn't help but pull your lips into a tight light suppressing the laugh you wanted to let out at the look on his face. using his speed he rushed to face you, eyes wide examining the open edges of the cement.
"you-"
"are strong," you cut him off jokingly.
the two of you sat staring at each other. it was weird to be face to face after countless months of unknowing the other despite being separated by only a wall. you took in his appearance. he was handsome. up close you could now see the slight curls to his hair and the short facial hair. his shoulders broad and built. under his sky-blue eyes were dark circles from the lack of sleep but it suited him. he was stunning and pietro was thinking the same about you. your hair fell haphazardly across your forehead. your eyes were kind and gentle, much different than the stone-cold eyes he had imagined in his head. your lips were pulled to one side in the tiniest of smiles as you took in his appearance. pietro found it hard to believe the stories he has heard about your reputation as he stared at you. expression soft, eyes and smile kind, you looked battered and worn down but still so youthful as if you didn't fit in with the surrounding grey walls.
"are you okay?" you finally asked.
pietro's nostrils flared and his eyes fluttered shut, "i don't know."
you hesitated a moment before repeating his words from a few days prior, "it's okay to not know."
if you weren't staring intently at the man before you you would've missed the smile that flashed across his face at your remark. it was soon washed away when you both heard loud footsteps from down the hall. you both quickly turned towards the noise that was approaching pietro's cell, he gulped harshly as a guard came into view. he looked back at the wall expecting to still see your face but instead, he saw a metal hand escaping through the hole as if the cement was never removed.
metal...?
it must have been late in the night. the guards had already dropped off the atrocious meal they call dinner and returned to pick the trays up. they rarely patrolled the hallways at night, opting to smoke outside. it was eerie each night. the sound of dripping water from pipes echoed, the occasional gunfire could be heard from the woods outside, slight whispers could be heard from the twins once in a blue moon but it was rare. in a place like this, they didn't let you be a person so it was hard to act like one.
pietro was lying on the bed facing the ceiling making a laughable attempt at trying to get some sort of sleep. he was imagining his life before this when his family was all together, when times were happy, when he was just a little kid and not a young adult performing for crazed scientists. his eyes scanned the room at the sound of bricks moving before seeing your head pop into vision from the hole. pietro let out a small laugh through his nose seeing your sheepish smile.
you sat facing the other not saying anything at first. it was oddly comfortable being face-to-face with the one they call quicksilver. you couldn't put your finger on why though. you've spoken so few words to him but then again it was the first time you let yourself speak to someone in this building that wasn't a doctor or a guard. maybe it was you being naive but it felt okay and safe.
"what made you cry the other day?" he finally spoke his question causing you to blink a few times.
"i think... i think they do something to my head. i mean, i know they do," you thought bringing your fingers to your temple as if the gesture helped you remember, "but i think i'm starting to notice when i'm on missions. it's hard to really know though it's all a blur."
pietro nodded softly taking in what you had to say, "like... brainwashing?"
"it has to be. they recite something each time and then it's like i'm not me," you confessed, "but these past few missions i'll overhear things from strangers passing by or i'll see something and i can feel myself start to wake from the trance. i'm starting to remember life before here and i'm becoming aware of what they have me doing."
"whatever it is they have you doing just know you are still a good person," pietro spoke quietly.
"i kill people," you said bluntly looking him straight in the eyes. he averted his gaze slightly, his hand coming to caress his jaw.
"the person they turn you into out there isn't you. the real you is sitting in front of me now."
"how can you be so sure, you don't even know me," you questioned.
"i don't think an out right evil person would check to see if a stranger is okay... or compliment them the first time they see them," pietro joked slightly. you hung your head as your lips pulled back into a smile. pietro couldn't help the way his body leaned closer to the hole with a big smile on his face observing the way you became shy.
"no one in this building is perfect. we've all done things that are considered evil but if we manage to hold on to some sort of sense of ourselves i think we will be okay. i hope wanda and i get out of here soon. it was a mistake yanno, being volunteers, i regret it. it makes me feel worse knowing you had no say in the matter. you're here every day as a puppet against your will and yet i walked through these doors. every day i'm in pain and every day i regret it," pietro's accent got thicker as he got emotional.
you frowned at the silver-haired man, "life in here is already hard enough, there is no point in being hard on yourself."
his eyes were glossed over, internally fighting himself for the choices he had made in the past. you reached your hand into the hole searching for his. this was out of character for you but it some selfish way you wanted the warmth of his hand to comfort you as well. it was peaceful sitting in silence holding each other's hand. the only form of physical touch the two of you ever received was in the form of torture. gruff hands slapping, punching, shoving, and poking you seemed like a far and distant sensation compared to the safety you felt as pietro's thumb traced the back of your hand.
"you should rest," pietro finally broke what felt like an hour's long silence, "they usually take you first."
you sighed deeply but you knew he was right. god knows what hour it was and you needed to try and get some sleep. pietro gently let go of your hand and allowed you to snake it back through the hole.
"thank you pietro. i hope we can talk more soon," you told him earnestly.
"i hope so too," he gave you a lopsided grin before you grabbed the brick.
it was mere days later when you two found yourself in the same position. the guards were out, pietro had finished his talks with wanda, the disgusting dinners were consumed and taken away, and here you were staring into the sky amongst grey walls. pietro noticed your face had small cuts scattered on it from a mission you were sent on a day prior but you had made no mention of it thus far. you were currently enthralled by pietro telling a story from his younger days. pietro was funny and he didn't even need to try, it had been years since you felt the burning sensation in your sides from laughing too much but he made it easy. and pietro loved the sound of your laugh, it was beautiful, irresistible almost. the two of you went back and forth sharing any memories you could remember from life before these walls and it was effortless but you knew just like the other nights it was soon time to hide the hole.
"you're really pretty," you confessed.
pietro's mouth formed an 'o' shape before turning into a giddy smile, "you are beautiful, dragă"
this time it was pietro plugging the brick back into the wall just as he was about to finish a loud booming voice came from your side of the wall. his hands shook slightly at the volume of the guard yelling 'soldier' in russian to you. pietro could no longer see what was happening but he heard you stand up and reply back and leave the cell.
although you and the guard walked in silence you knew he saw you talking to pietro. you continued to clench and unclench your fists trying to calm yourself for what was to come.
"Тебе нравится мальчик?" (do you like the boy?) the guard asked placing a firm grip on your shoulder, pushing you towards the all too familiar room. you stayed quiet and you heard the man snicker to himself, satisfied with your silence.
in the room, several other guards were standing in position, many holding guns. you saw the needles and wires spread across the small rolling table with a doctor in a white coat hunched over it. the monitors sitting idly waiting to read your vitals. the guard that escorted you pushed you into the contraption that stood before you forcing your body flush against the back. immediately automatic shackles secured your arms to the chair and the whirling sound of small electric plates situated themselves against the sides of your head.
"смешно... ты, кажется, молчишь только рядом с нами," (funny... you only seem to be quiet around us.) the doctor smirked, admitting they all were aware of you and pietro speaking. the doctor sucked his teeth as you glared at him, unwilling to confess to anything.
he picked up the mouth guard from the table wiggling it in front of your mouth waiting for you to open. you bit down in anger, all the muscles in your face twitching, your eyelids blinking rapidly pushing back any emotion daring to creep up at what you knew was about to happen. it wasn't often they wiped your memory, only when they deemed your actions defied them, like not getting enough information on missions which was rare. it had been months since the last time they did this. you screamed in agony as the electric volts zapped against your head. sweat started to bead across your thrashing body. it was indescribable and it wasn't a short process but once the currents stopped your world was black and each time you'd wake up in your cell with no recollection.
it was a week later you found yourself in the training room after being isolated since the memory wipe. your shoulders were hunched forward, chest facing the ground, your arms swayed ever so slightly by your side, your breathing was ragged after being beaten in the form of "training" for the last two hours. the doctors insisted it would be over soon, one final test for the day before you could go to your cell. the door creaked open and the familiar sound of boots entered, you didn't even bother looking up.
"солдат!" (soldier!) a guard yelled causing you to slowly pick your head up. at the door was a young man you'd never seen before, he wore tattered pants and a tank top, his hair was silver, and his blue eyes were opened wide in what you could only assume was shock. and though you didn't recognize him, pietro recognized you.
up until now, he had never seen your full figure before, only parts of your body that were visible through the hole. despite you clearly being injured and tired you stood tall and pietro could tell you were strong. the most alarming part about you was your arm... your metal arm. pietro's eyebrows scrunched together, head slightly cocked to the side examining the way the metal met your skin, some scar tissue bright red while others were faded.
before pietro could mutter any words aloud a doctor appeared from a side door and sauntered towards you holding a notebook.
"работа...установить..." (work...establish...) the doctor read.
"please, no," you whispered, your neck screwing to the side as if it will block the doctor's voice.
"станция..." (station...)
pietro watched as your chest heaved air in and out as the doctor continued reciting from the book, circling your body like a predator ready to attack. he watched as your teeth chatter together and your metal hand flexed. the doctor stopped behind your right shoulder leaning down slightly so his mouth was level with your ear. pietro couldn't hear the whispers but he felt nervous at the doctor's intense eye contact and the loud clap of the notebook being shut. the doctor lazily dragged his hand off your shoulder whispering one final command before exiting the way he came.
pietro jumped at the sound of the door behind him slamming shut as the guards snuck out, leaving only the two of you in the room.
"wha- WOAH!" pietro shrieked as you came barreling towards him at full speed, your metal arm raised high in the air to come down on his body.
"please i don't want to hurt you," but his pleas were left unheard as you socked him in the jaw, tossing him to the ground and repeatedly punching his stomach. although being fast, pietro found himself trapped beneath you and it took moments before he was able to get out and start running in different directions. slowly, you walked towards a vacant chair in the corner, eyes trained on the blue light racing around the room. you gripped the chair waiting for the right moment before launching it across the room and nailing pietro square in the back. you stalked towards his groaning figure grasping his shoulder and flipping him onto his back where you straddled him and punched at his face.
to pietro's relief, the doctor came back into the room beckoning an order to you. pietro watched from underneath your frame as your pupils twitched at him and your head robotically moved to face the doctor. you refrained from punching pietro anymore and stood up and walked to the doctor and the two guards who waited behind. one of the guards stabbed a needle into your neck and once more the world was black.
you couldn't even begin to guess what time or day it was when you finally woke up on the floor of your cell. your body was violently shaking from the cold and you started to panic. as much as you tried to think of any memories you couldn't, it was like your mind was a blank slate and it was causing you to panic even more which then turned into anger. you grabbed the small bed and threw it at the wall and screamed loudly. you repeatedly slammed your metal first into the wall causing dust to liter the air. guards walked past your cell but simply laughed and continued to make their way down the hall and off into the outside world.
"hey," a voice spoke unsteadily. you whipped your head around to the other wall and saw a face peeking through.
"it's okay," the man tried to ease seeing your angered state approaching him. you kneeled in front of the hole looking intensely at his face.
"who are you?"
this question confirmed pietro's fear that they wiped your memory. he had foolishly hoped that in the training room you were just too worn down to recognize him when he walked through the door before they sent you into your trance.
"my name is pietro. you may not remember but i am a friend," he spoke hoping to see any form of recollection cross your face. instead you examined him quietly before turning your head and examining the room. it was lit dully, your bed now turned on its side, and there was a tray of food sitting near the cell door that looked to be days old.
"this is a hydra base," pietro continued without you having to ask, "the people here are not good. they hurt us, they experiment on us, many people have died here. i have a sister here, a twin," he said pointing a finger behind him, "her name is wanda. they call us the enhanced. we both possess abilities no normal human would have due to their experimentations. we came as volunteers and i regret it."
"am i a volunteer?" you questioned.
"no, dragă. a few weeks ago you told me they found you during the winter, alone. you had been lost in the forest and they made promises to help you find home but you never returned. you said you aren't sure but you think it's been ten years since," pietro confessed, his accent thick with sorrow.
you hummed, unsure of what to say. you remembered none of this so what could you really say back? was pietro even telling the truth? how could you decipher fact from fiction in a state like this? despite the confusion and the absence of memory, something deep within you said it was all true, everything he was saying was right.
"why is my arm gone?" you whispered, slightly touching the contorting metal panels near the elbow.
pietro couldn't help but feel a pain in his chest as he observed you try and remember any semblance of yourself, "i- i don't know. what i do know is the doctors, they like you. you are very important to them and they make you do dirty work. the reason you can't remember anything is because they wipe your memory."
"i suppose that makes sense," you nodded slightly giving pietro a bitter smile.
"i am sorry for what they do to you," pietro stated earnestly. if he could help you in any way he would, over and over again, he would.
you paused, taking in pietro's face which held some serious injuries. the skin on his brow bone was split, his eye was bright red with blood and a nasty purple-green bruise on his jaw.
"did i do this to you?" you asked, slowly reaching your hand through to gently touch his jaw.
"of course you didn't my love," he murmured, tenderly grabbing your wrist and threading his fingers with yours.
"if there comes a time when i hurt you, please don't go easy on me," you pleaded.
"i cannot promise you that," he smiled at you softly, bringing his other hand to enclose your freezing one.
and pietro was being truthful. he couldn't nor he wouldn't harm you in the event the doctors forced you to fight. he would run and dodge the punches, and the chairs being thrown at him, but he couldn't fight you, he just couldn't. it pained him to see the different version of yourself, the real you locked inside begging to come out of the brainwashing.
pietro didn't think it would be so soon when he would be in the same position as before, standing across from you in the training room as the same doctor circled your body, reciting words in russian that would transform you into their super soldier. it was only hours after the two of you decided to sleep that pietro was ripped from his bed and dragged into the training room.
the doctor once again closed the notebook but before leaving he looked over at pietro, "it is a shame," he started with a thick russian accent, "her memory wiped twice in a week. i thought maybe you two would work well as a team. we could start sending you out on missions with her. but it seems she has developed a hm. what do you call it?" he fake pondered, "ah! a crush! and that is not something we take kindly here. she provides more to us here than you do so..." with that the doctor whispered one final thing in your ear before leaving.
pietro watched carefully as you headed towards him and at the last moment he sprinted away causing you to concave the metal door. you whipped your head around, eyes wide in anger, tracking the movements of the man. he was fast and this irritated you. sticking your leg out you managed to trip him at the last moment and his large frame hurled to the floor. you gripped his shirt in one hand and used your metal hand to punch him in the side of the face.
"it's me!" the man below you yelled. this had no effect on you and you raised your hand to hit him again but he grabbed your fist. the two of you violently struggled against each other before you used your hand clutched to his shirt to slide him away with great force.
"please i said i would never hurt you. it's me, pietro!" the man pleaded getting up to run past your approaching figure. for some reason hearing the name pietro caused a loud screeching pain in your head.
"what are you doing to my head?" you screamed, clutching your head in your hands, eyes screwed shut.
pietro stopped running and looked at your trembling figure, "i'm- i'm not doing anything."
you tried ignoring the high-pitched shrilling noise and stumbled to pietro. you grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him backward against the wall. although you moved him with force pietro could feel the weakness in your grip this time. he stayed silent looking into your eyes that were frantically examining him.
"the noise..." you muttered bringing your metal hand to hold your head.
"there... there is no noise," pietro spoke confused. there was no noise in the room besides heavy breathing.
"who are you?" you probed shoving him roughly against the wall.
"it's me. pietro. i live next to you in the cell. i came here as a volunteer with my twin sister wanda. you are here against your will. they found you when you were little and never let you leave. they hurt you every day, they aren't good people. trust me, please. it's me your friend," pietro rushed hoping to break through to you.
he felt your grip slightly falter as you looked him up and down. he couldn't make out the emotion in your face as you screwed and unscrewed your features together, internally fighting yourself. he wasn't scared, but nervous rather for your next move or action.
as pietro spoke the high-pitched noise continued to grow louder causing severe pain in your head. it made you nauseous and your vision would cloud with blinding bright light. you hung your head gasping for air as a vague image of a cell came to memory. you tried blinking it away but it would reappear, this time you'd see a man. the man you were pushing against the wall. his head was peeking through the cell wall. instinctually you pressed him further into the wall, pietro's shoulder blades started to ache. a new memory came and it was pietro holding your hand, his thumb caressing yours.
you shot your head up looking at the man. your eyes were glossy with tears from the pain you were experiencing. not just the physical pain of the intense noise but the mental pain as you tried to piece together who he was. his appearance was becoming familiar. his clothes, his broad shoulders, the facial hair on his jaw and upper lip, the cut on his eyebrow, the dark roots of his hair and the silver ends, and his eyes.
you dropped your grip and pietro's eyes contorted in confusion.
"like the sky..." you murmured.
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HEY OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH AND IM FINALLY ON TIME FOR WHEN YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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Would I please be allowed to request Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver (from age of Ultron) and him with Baby fever 😫😫😫
Sorry you haven't been these before, I only leave them open for about a week at a time cause there's so many coming in lmao.
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, fluff, breeding kink, dirty talk, creampie, leglock, pregnancy mention
A/N: Baby fever for Valentine's Day. Romantic yeah.
"I'm close." Pietro growled against your neck, his hips moving in a blur, hard cock slamming in and out of your wet pussy, "Can I... fuck... do you want me to..." His eyes closed in bliss as he felt your legs wrap around his back to keep him from pulling out.
"You said you wanted to try right Pietro?" You gipped his shoulders tight, arching your back against him and trying to lift up your hips to give him more room, "Wanna stop?"
"No." The very thought saddened him, "I want to make you pregnant tonight. I want us... to start a family." He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closing at the contact of your hand on his cheek. "Been wanting to for some time. It never seemed like we could before, so much going on, aliens, robots, gods. But nothing ever stopped me from coming back to you, my love. I love you, so very much. Let me make you happy, let me," He wasn't getting breathy because of the strain that the pace put on him, no he could go much faster, it was the idea of the two of you having a family that was making him dizzy with happiness, "make a baby with you."
Your pussy fluttered and spasmed around his cock as it throbbed inside of you, begging for sweet release, "Do it." You wrapped your arms tight around his shoulders, "Let's have a baby, a family. Fuck..." You could feel your orgasm approaching, "Pietro, fuck me until you're sure that it took."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Pietro groaned and moaned against you, "I'm going to make you the happiest woman alive, I promise. I'm going to give you every drop of my cum, let it all out into that sweet, tight hole. And just to be on the safe side, we're gonna fuck every night until you take the test." Sounds like the best way to make sure he makes you pregnant.
Your lips met as you reached your peak, your orgasm crashing over you, making you dizzy, Pietro's voice, hands, and loving words keeping you grounded. Moments later you felt a warm flood of cum flooding your womb as Pietro slowed down, pushing any cum that escapes back inside, wanting you to take in as much as you're able.
"I love you." He gently kissed your eyelids, his stubble tickling you, making you giggle. You hummed against him, melted into his hug, enveloped in his love.
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oooh oooh can i request edging with pietro ?
hii! omg yess! also apologies this has taken so long. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
late night meeting
Pietro Maximoff x f reader
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warnings || 18+ only explicit content (edging and little bit of overstimulation at end, praise and pietro being a little dominant) minors dni
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Pietro is the most charismatic of men, often getting his way with his sweet silver eyes and Sokovian charm. His velvet voice could convince you to do anything, even breaking Steve's only rule of room sharing, which is what had happened for the third time this week.
Everyone was in their rooms for the night except Pietro, who was hovering over you with his hands caressing your naked body, slowly stroking over your goosebumped skin as he gazed into your eyes. "Gotta be quiet, milovat. Steve's next door," he smirks, nodding to the wall behind you as he cups under your bare tit, gently rolling it in his palms. "…real quiet." he adds, his head hung low as he flicks over your nipple, lightly teasing as it stiffens against his tongue.
His hand slides down the side of your waist, brushing with featherlight touch as he slips his hand between your thighs, lightly trailing his middle finger through your slick folds. His satisfactory grin told you all that you needed to know.
He shifts his weight, hovering over you as he propped himself on his elbow beside you. Leaning into your side with a boyish grin as his finger gingerly circled over your clit, teasing the nub with the pad of it. His forehead drops into the crook of your neck where he litters the nape with slow soft kisses, lightly exhaling on your skin as his finger moves at a tantalising pace. Lightly rubbing over your clit in the way he knew you liked.
Itching his head up, he begins to kiss along your jaw, pecking under your ear as he focuses on your breathing, listening attentively to every hitch and stagger that left your lips. "You sound so pretty, draga." he praises, delicately nibbling and sucking on your ear lobe.
His fingers circle over your clit in a slow teasing motion, not giving you what you need to reach your high. "Patience, Milovat," he husks, slipping his spare hand into yours to stop you from touching yourself. His tone sweet yet, condescending as he softly speaks under your ear, lightly kissing the skin. "Getting close?" he rhetorically asks, his cocky smirk widening at the thought of you coming.
He listens to your body, watching your chest rise and fall as he waits for the right moment, rubbing slowly before snatching his hand away. "You can't do that," you whine, reaching your free hand to finish the job yourself.
Pietro grins at your needy whimper, pulling your hand away and gripping it above your head with your other hand, clasping them together. "I don't think so," he adds, shushing your displeased sounds with a tender kiss to your lips. "All in good time," parting with low blissed eyes as he gazes into yours.
He slides his hand over your inner thighs, gently kneading the doughy flesh between his fingers. His eyes fixated on you as he watched the desperate expressions on your face, teasing you further with a soft low chuckle. Trailing his fingers up the crease of your thigh, he drags them back over your pussy, leisurely caressing your folds between his fingers as he attaches his lips to the side of your throat, faintly suckling at it.
He dips the tip of his middle finger into you, slowly easing in and curling upwards to collect the creamy slick. Dragging his finger from your desperate pussy he guides it to his lips, licking it clean with a content sigh. "Was needing that," he whispers, another smirk spreads across his lips.
"Come on," you whine, trying to loosen from his grip so that you could reach the high you were chasing.
Tutting with disapproval as he tightens around your wrists, pushing them further into the mattress. "What did I say?" he questions, barely audible as he lowers to your ear. "Tell me…" he sultrily husks, kissing the side of your neck as his two middle fingers circled over your clit. His speed deliberate and precise as he rubbed you.
"To wait," you quietly reply, grinding up and into his hand.
"That's not waiting, draga…" he says, his tone dissatisfied as he removes his fingers. "You're not listening."
"I'll wait… I promise, please?" your voice littered with desperation, nodding eagerly to show your understanding. "I'll wait," you whisper, wanting nothing more than to feel the release you were aching for.
"Good," he replies, dragging his moistened fingers to where you needed him, gingerly circling over your clit. "That better?" he asks, his sole attention on you.
"Hm," you shakily respond, concentrating on the overwhelmingly engulfing feeling he gave you. Shutting off your mind as you absorbed all of the sensations. He continued to give you right what you needed, never faltering in motion as he got you all sorts of worked up. Rubbing your clit in a lust-filled haze.
He could tell by your strangled and erratic breathing that you were getting close, so he kept the same pace as he worked you up to your release. Getting himself worked up as he strummed your nub, breathing heavily under your ear.
He peppers your throat with brash hasty kisses, desperately suckling your skin. Pietro loosens the grip around your wrists, freeing them and immediately palming over your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index.
It was all starting to feel like too much. Pietro knew every way to get you off, and he was doing it all at once. Overwhelming you with pleasure as you felt the internal balloon stretch thinner and thinner. You felt the pressure of your release approach without warning, jolting and spasming against the mattress, aimlessly whimpering and mewling as you ground into his fingers.
His spare hand slides up the valley of your tits and along the length of your throat, softly squeezing before continuing the trail up to your lips. Clasping his palm over your moaning mouth as his leg slinked over yours, using his thigh to keep it open as he worked you through your elated high.
Rubbing you into a blubbering mess until you could take no more.
His movements halt, instantly wrapping you up in a tight embrace, rolling you onto his chest as he falls back into the bed, tenderly cuddling you.
"I think I'm gonna stay over," he softly chuckles, pulling the covers over you both.
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Kinktober Day 10: Pietro Maximoff- Praise Kink
Note: let’s just do Kinktober all the way into the new year 🙌🏻😂
Summary: training with Pietro is nice when he tells you how good you’re doing 😉
Word count: 1, 364 words
Pietro loved to tease and was a complete flirt. He loved finding ways to make people blush, even if he wasn’t necessarily wanting to sleep with them, he just thought it was cute and honestly fun. Once he found out what made you blush there was no stopping him.
You were relatively new to the team and like him and his sister you had powers you were learning to properly control. You didn’t think you were improving and were convinced you’d done terribly at training, that was until a certain speedster had said otherwise.
Stark and Rogers had teamed you two up for training, since Pietro had more control of his powers he could help you with yours. Sitting outside with Pietro beside you, you focused on the small bowl of water in front of you. Breathing smoothly you managed to make it move, nice and smoothly and beautiful. Your moment of pride was soon diminished however when the water crashed down and splashed into your face.
“It’s okay, printsessa, you’re doing well. I’m proud of how far you’ve come.” Pietro encouraged with a hand on your shoulder.
Seeing the blush creep up on your cheeks and the way you stutter out a ‘thank you’ makes Pietro smirk. Slowly his hand reaches your other shoulder and he leans in the whisper in your ear.
“Do you like when I tell you how good you’ve done, Printsessa?” The way he whispers in your ear makes you feel all warm inside and you begin to squirm.
“Yes.” You reply with a half sigh, half moan as he begins to kiss and nip at the delicate skin on your neck.
“Do you want to be a good girl for me?” He now asks, both hands on your face, making you look intensely into his eyes.
The mood of the afternoon shifted so quickly you weren’t sure it was real. For a moment you couldn’t reply, your eyes just darting from his eyes to his lips.
“Yes, I want to be your good girl.” You almost plead with a moan.
“You’re such a good girl.” He chuckles, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. One hand now around your neck and the other is tangled in your hair, all you could do was grab onto his shirt as tight as you could.
The kiss was so full of passion and desire that you just let him lead, being a slave to the passion of the kiss. Breaking the kiss a little early for your liking you look up at him with big doe eyes, pleading for him to continue.
“Be a good girl for me. Go up to my room, take off your clothes and touch yourself, I’ll be there soon.” He orders you, never breaking his intense stare.
Once he lets you go you race as fast as you can back to the compound, leaving a chucking and pining Pietro behind.
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Walking through the door of his bedroom he finds you exactly how he told you to be. As soon as you heard the bedroom door open your eyes shot open but your fingers on your clit don’t slow down.
“Mmmhmm, now that’s a pretty site, Printsessa.” Pietro praises as he slowly saunters over to you, his eyes raking all over your body.
Despite his powers of super speed the way he took off his clothes was anything but. He took his sweet time removing each item of his clothes, while controlling your movements with just a raise of his eye brow or a tut every time you went too fast. Watching him undress so slowly and controlling the way you pleasured yourself was torture.
Your skin was prickling with need and your moans were absolutely desperate by the time he was completely naked. When you finally saw his cock you couldn’t help but speed up your movements and your eyes grow wide with need.
Finally using his speed, he raced over to you, quickly kneeing between your split legs. He ripped your hands away from pussy and held them both over your head with one big hand, earning him a desperate moan. With the other hand he begins to lightly trace down your body, so slowly and so lightly with just the tips of his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful like this, all spread out and needing. Such a pretty girl.” He taunts, his finger tip lightly tracing around your clit, making you give out another desperate whine.
Slowly he removes his fingers to take a hold of his cock, slowly lining it up with your entrance. At the feel of him so close to you, you lightly grind against him.
“Ah ah, be a good girl for me. You’ve been so good so far, come on, darling, keep being my good little girl. Good girls gets my cock, is that what you want?” He asks as he teasingly rubs his cock from your clit all the way down your entrance and back again. Biting his lip he watches your reaction so intensely.
“Yes! I want your cock! Please I’ll be a good girl!” You desperately whine out.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe i need a little convincing. You gonna beg for me, Printsessa?” He taunts you with his low and dominating voice, his accent dripping over his words like honey.
“Please, Pietro! Please give me your cock! I’ve been a good girl! Please I need yo-“ before you can continue your desperate pleads he slams is cock into you. Taking the air right out of your lungs as the pure force of the act shoves your head back.
Once the air comes back to you he’s already fucking you into the mattress and you let out a loud animalistic moan. Now releasing your hands from above your head he’s grabbed a hold of both your hips and is shoving you down onto him while he fucks into you.
“Oh fuck! You’ve got such a tight fucking pussy! Oh fuck, baby! You feel so fucking good.” He growls out, eyes never leaving your pussy, amazed at the way his cock goes in and out of you.
You let out another desperate moan, taking him out of his trance and making his eyes shoot back up to you. Seeing how big your eyes have gotten and the desperate look in them makes him growl. Taking one of his hands away from your hips he puts 2 fingers into your mouth, giving you something to suck on.
“Oh what a good girl, taking my cock so good and sucking my fingers like a good little slut. Is that how you’d suck my cock, baby?” He asks, pushing his fingers further into your mouth, making you gag a little.
Your eyes begin to well with tears from how hard he’s fucking you and the way his fingers are plunging into your mouth. Taking his fingers out of your mouth they come down onto your clit, rubbing as fast as his thrusts are. With this new added pressure you can’t help but let out a loud moan and mumbled pleads.
“Come on, Printsessa, cum on my cock. Come on, baby. Be a good girl and scream my name.” He growls out, rubbing and fucking you harder.
“Oh fuck, Pietro!” You scream out in ecstasy as your head flys back.
Barely having enough time to come down from your mind blowing orgasm and Pietro has already flipped you over and filled you with his cock again. Already so drunk off his cock and power, your body almost goes limp, just enough energy to keep your legs bent and your ass out.
Grabbing onto your hips he fucks into you even faster then before. It only takes a few fast strokes before he lets out his own scream and he’s filling you up, grabbing onto your hips with a few more hard thrusts.
Hearing his breath even out you feel him lightly slap and grab at both of your cheeks before he scoops you into his arms, both of you catching your breaths.
“Such a good girl.” He tells you as he holds you tightly and kisses your forehead.
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Pietro Maximoff
🦋 is that my shirt 🦋 jealousy 🦋
@nyctophicbtch
🦋 sleepy sex 🦋
@psychedelic-ink
🦋 you're mine 🦋
@babylonhockey
🦋 sokovian vodka 🦋
@acciopietro
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Going to the beach at night with Pietro hcs pls <33
this idea is so cute hello where is my pietro😓
warnings: the word “fuck” like once, fluff!!!
going to the beach at night with Pietro would include…
omg ok so to set the scene!!
he was planning it kind of like a picnic but with more activities
and by more activities i mean like swimming lol
very dangerous especially at night but danger is almost like his middle name LMFAOO
he packs your favorite foods ofc
and a few of his favorites
he would carry it
and you on his back😭
it’s slightly chilly out because its only the beginning of summer and it’s night time so you two wear sweats over your bathing suits
you two would set up all of your stuff when you arrive
and when he takes off his sweats….
you were obviously not disappointed
eating and having fun in each other’s companies!!
you both having laughing fits because why wouldn’t you, you’re with each other!!
going on walks around the beach after you eattt
then swimming
he will try to scare you and then “protect” you💀
he’s something else i stg
splashing each other
attempting to kiss underwater😭
him again, scaring you but featuring seaweed
the seaweed was a paid actor ofc
you get him back so good too
“ah, fuck!” he swears out, glaring at you as if he didn’t just do the same thing LMAOO
hope you enjoyed!!
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In the Blink of an Eye - 18
Avengers Age of Ultron | Quicksilver x Female Reader Fan-fiction.
*WARNING SPOILERS*
Contains strong language, sexual references and mentions of death.
2743 words
CHAPTER 18
The next morning I was jolted awake by a rapid succession of thumps on my door.
“Rise and shine y/n, Stark wants us in the briefing room in 10 minutes,” Clint yelled through the door.
“M’kay,” I managed to shout back, eyes full of sleep and still groggy from my deep slumber.
A heavy arm snaked tighter around my waist as a pair of lips ghosted along my jawline, “Five more minutes,” Pietro whined as he nuzzled his face further into the crook of my neck.
“Come on you big baby it’s time to get up,” I teased, untangling myself from his limbs as I attempted to haul myself out of bed. As tempting as it was to lay in bed with Pietro for five more minutes, I knew that in reality if I laid in bed any longer I most likely wouldn’t get up at all. In any case, if Tony had called a meeting then maybe he and the others had finally finished assessing the files we managed to snatch from Hydra.
After hastily brushing my teeth, throwing on some clean clothes and somehow managing to wrestle Pietro out of bed, we both made it downstairs in time for the meeting, hurrying in behind Thor as he held the door for us to follow in after him. Everyone gathered around the large table in the centre of the briefing room as Steve pressed his knuckles to the table top and leant forward to address us all.
“Okay, so as you all know, we’ve spent the past few days assessing the intel we gathered the other night, and well – the files are interesting to say the least,” Steve pressed himself back up off of the table and folded his arms over his chest before continuing, “As we mentioned before, the files listed a number of high profile Hydra members that we didn’t know about previously, but they also contained a large amount of information regarding their upcoming plans, which – included you, y/n.”
He looked directly at me as he said this, everyone else in the room collectively turning their heads to look at me as well. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks from having all the attention diverted towards myself. I thought I was just some crude experiment, but to learn that Hydra had bigger plans for me was a chilling thought.
“The files provided a rather useful insight into how exactly your powers work, using the power of the moon – as you told us previously – but also the fact that the strength of your abilities increases and decreases with the waxing and waning of the moon, meaning that you’ll be weakest during a new moon and at your most powerful during the full moon,” Tony finished his explanation and took a quick glance around the room, eyes finally coming to land on me once more.
“I – I had no idea,” I stuttered, lost for words at this ground-breaking revelation as to how my powers worked.
“I’m afraid that’s not all,” Vision began, “Hydra were planning a targeted attack on our base, here, in two weeks’ time, during the full moon.”
“They were planning to use you as a weapon,” Bruce summarised.
I had of course worked out for myself that whatever Hydra wanted with me could not have been anything good, however I never thought that they would use me for something so extreme, so severe.
“I’m willing to bet your escape threw a bit of a spanner in the works though,” Tony remarked, stepping back to perch himself on the edge of the desk positioned just behind him.
“Exactly, without you they can’t go through with their original plan,” Steve announced, continuing with Tony’s line of thinking before gesturing to himself, Tony, Vision and Bruce as he resumed his speech, “Now, the four of us have been talking, and we think we’ve come up with a reasonable plan – “
“How reasonable?” Natasha interjected, quirking an eyebrow. She, as well as the rest of us, was no stranger to one of the many not-so-straightforward plans thought up by the self-appointed leaders of the group.
“Reasonable enough,” Tony answered, displaying an expression that wasn’t entirely reassuring to the group but that no one objected to nonetheless.
Steve spared a glance at Tony and then took this as his cue to carry on explaining the plan they’d come up with, “The full moon is two weeks away – I suggest we use their own plan against them and orchestrate an ambush to take place during the full moon and take out the Hydra base listed in the file.”
“So where exactly is this base?” enquired Thor.
“Montauk, hidden within the cliff underneath the lighthouse,” Steve replied, “Now, like I mentioned before, we’re planning to carry out this ambush on the night of the full moon; if we’re gonna pull this off, we’ll need everyone to be at their best, which means we also need your powers to be at their strongest, y/n. That way we’ll have our best chance at defeating Hydra and shutting this base down once and for all.”
I began to panic slightly at this, “The full moon is only two weeks away, I don’t know if I – ”
“You’ll be ready, we’ll make sure of it,” Nat reasuured me, giving me a soft pat on the shoulder as she did so.
I looked around the room to see everyone giving gentle smiles and nods of encouragement. Despite the fear of not being strong enough niggling at the back of my mind, I knew I had to set that aside and just focus on training and improving my powers so that I would be able to support and protect my team to the best of my ability. After all, that’s what we were, a team; a team that I was now fully part of. Determination set in and I was ready to start refining my powers as soon as possible.
“In order to fully embrace your abilities moving forward, I think it’s best you start to practice using your powers at night, when the moon is out in full force,” said Steve, “that way you can get used to the influence the lunar cycle has on your powers and how it can enhance them.”
“I can help you with that,” Vision spoke, a warm smile gracing itself across his features.
“Thank you,” I smiled back, “thank you, all of you. I promise I will try my absolute best, and in two weeks’ time, I’ll be ready to kick some Hydra butt.”
“That’s the spirit,” Thor chuckled, raising his fist in support at the notion of well and truly kicking Hydra’s ass.
“Well, we’re gonna come up with a more thorough plan of attack for the mission ahead, but as for right now, that’s all we’ve got,” Steve concluded the meeting, signalling that we were free to leave and get on with our respective training and preparation for the upcoming mission.
The next few days were really tough. Not only was I still doing all of my regular training activities during the day, I was also training nightly with Vision as well. Every evening, after dinner, we would both venture outside so that I could practice using my powers in the moonlight in the hopes of getting stronger and becoming more powerful. However, the progress so far was extremely slow going. I couldn’t help but feel like this didn’t bode well for the upcoming mission and subsequent deadline that was now looming over me and filling me with a sense of dread.
“Try again,” Vision spoke calmly, trying to ease my evident frustration.
I let out an exasperated sigh and attempted to move the pile of saturated tree trunks once more. I raised my arms, took a deep breath, and began to raise the pile up off of the ground at a painfully slow speed. Sure, I had moved tree trunks before, I had moved people before; I had even moved multiple people at once – but I had never moved such a sheer quantity of objects at the same time before. I tried to concentrate, a few beads of sweat slowly gathering along my brow as I strained against the weight of the tree trunks. I closed my eyes for a second as I attempted to gather my thoughts.
“You can do this,” Vision’s voice chimed in my ear, “Dig deep within yourself and find your power within.”
Suddenly I found myself thinking of all the things Hydra had done to me, the pain and torment they’d put me through for years. The mental trauma that would never go away, that would stick with me until my dying breath. In one swift motion, my eyes snapped open and I hurled the pile of tree trunks across the open field, a cry escaping from my lips as I did so. They landed in a chaotic heap on the opposite side of the field, creating a rather forceful cacophony of thumps as they did so.
I collapsed onto the grass, limbs stretched out like a starfish as I lay on my back trying to catch my breath.
“Nicely done,” Vision smirked, seemingly impressed at my efforts, “I think we shall leave it there for today. Good work y/n.”
I couldn’t manage a reply, too exhausted from the physical and mental strain I’d just subjected myself to. Instead I just gave a thumbs up from my current position on the grass before Vision let out a slight chuckle and began making his way back inside. I lay there for a while by myself, thoughts circling round and around my head as I thought about everything I’d been through and dealt with up until this point, everything that had led me to where I was – who I was right now.
“Training was that bad huh?” Pietro was standing over me, looking down at my exhausted form with a quirked eyebrow.
“You have no idea,” I answered flatly.
He let out a light-hearted laugh as he crouched down and laid himself next to me on the soft grass. For a few moments we both just laid there in silence staring up at the night sky, stars twinkling as the pale light of the moon shone down on us.
“What’s on your mind?” Pietro queried, concern etching his features as his hand came up to brush against my own.
I let out a sigh I didn’t realise I’d been holding in, lips parting as I tried to put my complex thoughts into words.
“While I was training just now, with Vision, it – it brought back some memories from when I was being held captive by Hydra. I think it was about a year after they first took me from my home – they had brought my parents to the facility where I was being kept. I always assumed they had killed them the night they kidnapped me, but there they were, standing right in front of me. I remember, they were both crying; they thought I was dead too – honestly it probably would’ve been better for both them and me if I had been,” a hollow laugh escaped my lips; I kept my gaze on the sky as I spoke, too scared to look at Pietro as I relived the horror of my memories, “They told me that I would be free to leave and go home if I did what they asked, if I – if I used my powers to…to kill one of my parents.”
A single tear rolled down the side of my face as I closed my eyes and took in a shaky breath. I could feel Pietro’s thumb stroking the back of my hand as he waited patiently for me to continue.
“I couldn’t do it, of course. I – I wouldn’t. So instead, one of the guards…he took out a gun, and he shot both my parents right in front of me. I felt helpless, I had these powers they’d cursed me with but had no idea how to use them properly – it wasn’t until they killed my parents right in front of my eyes that something in me snapped and I…I felt this surge of power and rage surface from deep within me. The next thing I knew there were two dead guards on the floor and I was being sedated. I killed them, Pietro – not just those guards, but my parents as well. It was my fault.”
The tears were flowing freely by now as I maintained my gaze on the sky, fear of judgement and unbelievable sadness overcoming me. I had never told anybody this before. I had tried so hard to bury my trauma and leave it in the past, but of course that never worked, and I remained haunted by my guilt and the image of my dead parents.
“It’s only now looking back that I realise they were trying to test the strength of my powers during the full moon. Then tonight, with Vision, I hadn’t felt a surge of power like that since that night, all that anger and raw emotion bubbling up to the surface. I think by pushing those memories down I’d been supressing my powers, and I’m afraid that if I start tapping into those emotions that I won’t be able to control the effect it has. I’m scared that my powers are going to end up hurting people rather than helping them.”
“I’m so sorry y/n,” Pietro began slowly, uncertain of what to say next, “I can’t imagine the pain caused by the things you’ve had to go through. I know that none of it was your fault though. Not what happened to you, not what they put you through, and certainly not your parents deaths. As for you hurting people with your powers – I think I know you pretty well by now, and I can say with confidence that you would never use your powers to hurt anyone.”
“But what if I can’t control them?” I breathed out rapidly.
“You will learn to, and I’ll be there every step of the way to support you and help wherever I can,” Pietro reassured as he held my small hand in his larger one. “You know, Wanda and I weren’t always fighting on the same side as the Avengers…”
I chanced a look at him as he said this, confused as to what exactly he meant.
“Remember that crazy robot I mentioned before, Ultron? Well originally Wanda and I were working with him, against the Avengers. He convinced Wanda and I that what he was doing was for good reason, and after years of manipulation and brain-washing at the hands of Hydra, we believed him. However, after realising that what he was planning wasn’t what we had first thought, we changed sides and started working with everyone here to stop Ultron’s plan. My point is, we may have done some bad things, or things we regret. We may have hurt people, even – but it’s never too late to change. It’s never too late to choose to do good.”
All I could do was look at him with a puzzled expression. I had never once suspected that at one point in time he and Wanda had been working against the Avengers. I gazed at him a moment longer, gaze flickering between his eyes for any trace of insincerity – of which there was none. I brought my hand up steadily to rest against the side of his face. We were both lying on our sides, facing each other now. Ever so slowly, our faces inched closer to one another, until our lips were mere millimetres apart, noses brushing against each other cautiously. I took in another breath before connecting my lips with his. They were soft and sweet, the kiss slow and delicate as if we were both made of glass, fearful that one of us might break under the slightest pressure.
Eventually we both pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes as we just lay there. We had both spilled the secrets of our past and accepted one another nonetheless. Being with Pietro made me feel hopeful, like I could do good and not be plagued by my past – destined to live out a life of destruction and misery.
“Let’s head inside,” he spoke softly, lifting his hand from my waist up to my face to wipe away my tears.
“Okay,” I whispered.
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a/n - well chapter 18 is up finally! sorry it was a bit of a wait between me posting the last chapter and this one, i'm gonna try and stick to a more regular posting schedule from now on. this chapter is a little longer than all the others i've posted, and i'm gonna try and keep them a bit longer as well going forward. anyways sorry for the waffle and hope you enjoy the new chapter!
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Amusement park date imagine!!
CW: fear of heights, mentions of food
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Spending the whole day at the amusement park together, eating greasy food and standing in long lines where you both can sneak a kiss or two. You hug him from behind as you wait in the longest line for the most popular roller coaster in the whole park, he knows you’re nervous about how high it goes so he gives you a little encouragement “it’ll only be two minutes max, baby” he whispers to you as he gently rubs your arm, he can feel your heart pounding against his back “I’ll hold your hand the entire time”Once on the ride you cling onto him as it starts to move, you’re completely terrified at first but as it goes on you find a lot of comfort in him being there with you.
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The Family Business Ch.2
WandaNat x Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Ch Notes: No warnings for this chapter, Krolik=Bunny, Sestra=Sister
Summary: Wanda was sent away on important business, by the time she comes back you're all grown up and a part of the family company. Wanda doesn't come back home empty handed in fact she returns with a brand new wife.
An: Ok someone asked me for Ch.2 early and I had to deliver. Next Ch.3 will be up on Monday. Stay tuned and hope you enjoy.
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True to their word, the Maximoff’s provided you with a roof over your head and protection wherever you went. You never worried about your mother again and you saw your father whenever his schedule permitted. However, your primary residence was with the Maximoff’s. They were just as kind as they had always been.
Dragos and Flora paid for anything you could ever want or need. They paid for your tuition at NYU, though you tried to argue against it. You double majored in software engineering and physics. Without the constant insecurities that your parents piled on you, you were able to reach new academic heights.
Wanda had gone off right before her college graduation, Dragos said she was doing important work internationally. He didn’t know when she would be returning. There was a small part of you that hated that the woman didn’t come to your graduation, but a card from her in the mail was enough to make you smile.
Once you had your degrees you weighed your options. After multiple boring interviews and under stimulating work you finally asked Dragos if there was anything you could do in the family business. Pietro wasn’t thrilled about you wanting to be involved, but once he saw you at work, he knew you’d fit right in.
The crime was fronted by a legitimate business that Dragos owned. Which meant that you got to work out of one the tallest office buildings in New York. Your standing with the family also afforded you a desk pretty high up. When you weren’t hacking into competitors’ systems or running field operations, you did simple accounting for the company. It was easier that way, as the numbers for both the true business and the under-cover business were vetted by you.
“Y/n, come on a delivery with me?” Pietro pops his head into your office space.
“What kind of delivery?”
He smirks, “Special.”
You quickly grab your jacket and follow him out of your office. As you navigate to the bottom floor the two of you make small talk.
“So, when are you going to stop playing around and ask Monica out?”
Pietro rolls his eyes, “When you date someone for more than 2 outings.”
You feign a pained look, “Ouch, that one hurts Piet.”
“The truth often does.”
Once you both are out of the building and into the car your demeanor changes a bit, “So who are these going to?”
“Mr. H.”
You groan, “That guy’s sketchy, I don't like him.”
Pietro laughs, “I’m sure a lot of people feel the same way about us. “
“Whatever,” you mumble, scrolling through your phone.
The rest of the ride is quiet, until you pull up to the drop of location. “So, I’m going in and dropping the stuff off. You’re going to wait for me in the driver's seat.”
“Why the driver’s seat?”
He blinks at you, “In case we need to get away faster, you'll already be in here. Keep the car running, this should be quick.”
While Pietro goes in to handle the business, you let your mind spiral into thoughts about Wanda. You miss her and feel like it has been too long. Dragos said that she ended up staying in Russia for awhile before heading to their home country of Sokovia. Apparently, while he ran the business here, she ran the operations over there.
You weren’t surprised that Wanda was trusted with such an important role, she always had leadership qualities. For a long while you thought you wanted to be just like her. Instead, you realized that the older woman had been someone you were interested in. Wanda had nearly a decade on you in age, but how could you not like her as a young queer girl.
Sometimes you could still feel her hand delicately grazing your torso as she patched up the wounds your mother inflicted. For awhile in the Maximoff’s home everyone treated you as if you would break into a million pieces. Maybe Wanda did too, but it was different with her.
She wasn’t just careful with you because she was scared, you’d break, but she truly believed that you deserved the care. Even when you began training with her, she treated you delicately. You wanted to learn how to protect yourself and she stepped right in and became the perfect teacher. You also began going to the gym with Pietro at least once a week. You weren’t trying to be buff, but just in shape enough to defend yourself if you needed.
Even though your outward appearance changed to be stronger. You felt as though Wanda saw right through that into your deepest insecurities and tended to them accordingly.
Your daydreaming is cut short by Pietro busting out of the warehouse where the drop was supposed to take place, with the goods still in his hand.
“DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!”
He jumps into the passenger seat, and you hit the gas. Pietro is talking to you, but your adrenaline is kicking in. Your fieldwork doesn’t really get this exciting without a debrief. Getaway driver is definitely a new change in speed.
Your eyes focus solely on the road, ignoring what the man is saying as his chest heaves up and down. A quick glance in the rearview mirror tells you that they are following you. While you are curious about what happened, those questions can be answered later.
Pietro is actually mildly impressed with your driving skills. Your sharp turns and redirections are top notch in his opinion. Though you are doing great the guys are still tailing you.
You think for a moment, trying to remember the nearest parking garage. You realize that it’s behind you and brake hard, you weave through oncoming traffic to try to get to the parking garage.
“Get ready to hop out,” you say to Pietro parking the car. Once you do the blonde starts running on foot and you call after him. He stops in his tracks frantic until he sees you breaking into another car. When you get in you drive normally out of the parking structure and straight back to the office.
“Jesus Christ, Y/n I didn’t know you could drive like that?”
Pietro grabs the wooden box from his lap before walking to the elevator. He wipes his hands on his jeans and proceeds as though it was a just another day.
“So, what the fuck happened?”
He raises an eyebrow, “You weren’t listening in the car?”
“Duh, I was a little preoccupied with the whole driving for my life thing.”
“I guess you'll hear it when I tell Papa then.”
The two of you are definitely headed to the top floor of the building to inform Dragos of what has transpired. Pietro is never one for knocking and simply barges into the man’s office.
“Papa, do you have a- Sestra?”
Pietro’s sentence dies in his throat as he gets a glimpse of his older sister. He wastes no time sitting in the wooden box on a couch nearby and scooping up the redhead in a tight hug. You could hear them exchanging more words in their mother language. It’s an unexpectedly tender moment as Pietro tries to keep things on the light side.
Somewhere in the hug Wanda’s eyes land on you and they widen slightly. She untangles herself from her brother to get a good look at you. She’s older, as expected, but age had been more than kind to her. Wanda looks as elegant as ever, an air of distinguish surrounds her.
The way she looks at you makes you feel like a teenager again. You do your best not to squirm under her gaze. When a smile placed itself on her lips, you feel relief washing over you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulls you in to a big hug.
Her hands rise to hold your face, pulling back just slightly. She wants to get a good look at you. The softness of her hands causes you to blush.
“You’ve grown up on me little krolik.”
She releases the hold, and you speak, “You’ve been gone a long time, Wanda.”
There it is, in your voice for the first time in years; That fragile tone that you had only ever allowed Wanda to hear. You hope it didn't sound as desperate to everyone else in the room and it didn't. But Wanda picked up on it instantly.
“I have, but now I'm back; permanently,” Wanda says, keeping her eyes on you.
“And she brought a friend,” Dragos interjects, and you watch Wanda roll her eyes.
“She’s more than a friend Papa, she’s my wife and she’s sitting right here. I expect you to treat her kindly.”
Wanda is married and to a woman. Your mind scrambles to piece together what had happened in the years that she was gone for this to be the case. It is hard for you to digest what the woman had said. Your breathing becomes a little shallow, but no one takes notice.
Finally, you take notice of the other woman in the room, sitting in the chair next to the one Wanda had just been sitting in. Your mouth dries at the sight of her. The woman is stunning. Her auburn hair is a few shades darker than Wanda’s. She has a button nose, soft pink lips and piercing green eyes. You couldn't be mad at Wanda for marrying such a beautiful woman.
“Sestra, you’re married?” Pietro exclaims, looking between the two women dramatically.
“Yes; Y/n, Pietro, this is my wife, Natasha Romanoff.”
Your eyes linger on the woman even when Dragos claps his hands together to get the attention of the room, “Piet you were saying something important. I see that Mr. H didn't get his package.”
Any further pleasantries would have to wait.
“Papa it was a bad deal. They tried short me on our exchange, so I told them they could either bring me the rest of what they owe, or I’d be walking. They planned to take the package from me, so I ran immediately to the car. Of course they chased after me, but thanks to need for speed over here we got away.”
Dragos pinches the bridge of his nose lightly, “Don’t I always say being back up?”
Pietro answers back, “I took Y/n.”
This causes Natasha to chuckle a bit.
Your eyes narrow at her, “Something funny?”
She doesn’t back down, “Well from the way Wanda described you, you don't necessarily scream back up.”
Your jaw clenches slightly and you steal a quick glance at Wanda, “Wanda hasn’t seen me in over 5 years. I’m not that fragile little kid anymore.”
Dragos nods proudly, “Y/n is the biggest asset we have in this organization. She’s by far the glue that holds this all together and I will not tolerate any disrespect thrown her way.” The final part of his sentence carries a lot of weight to it, it’s a verbal warning.
Wanda clears her throat, “Hammerhead is a loyal customer, why would he try to cheat us?”
“He could have a new dealer,” you speak up. “Someone who might be charging less for similar goods.”
“You think someone is dumb enough to try to undercut us?” Pietro questions.
You speak candidly, “I think that people in this city can be greedy, and greed blinds all good sense.”
Dragos clearly agrees, “We need eyes and ears on the streets listening to anything about dealers that aren't us. I need a meeting with Hammerhead to make sure he’s got that big ugly head of his on straight. Y/n if I can't sell this, I'm going to have see a profit of this quantity somewhere else on the sheets.”
“Let Natasha and I come with you to your meeting Papa. I want you to see what we're capable of.”
“Papa, is this woman going to be joining our group?” Pietro asks.
You turn your attention to Dragos, curious of what the man has to say. There is an unbridled shine in Wanda’s eyes and a small upturn of Natasha’s lip. They seem to think that the man would say yes immediately.
Instead, he heavily sighs, “For now Ms. Romanoff is simply Wanda’s… wife. There is a chance that she’ll be given access to join. However, her involvement isn’t guaranteed. So just to be clear, she’s not going to be sitting in on the meeting.”
Wanda wants to fight back, you can tell, but she refrains. The playfulness of her features dissipates as she responds, “Is she at least allowed to stay and watch them work?”
“Y/n do you mind if Ms. Romanoff shadows you for the rest of the day?” You know what Dragos was actually asking of you. He wants you to vet her.
Your eyes land on the woman, staring at her intensely, “Sure.”
She squirms in her seat which makes you smile a bit.
“Pietro,” Dragos starts.
“Eyes & ears I’ve got it Papa,” he’s out of the door fast, setting the plan in motion.
Dragos presses a small button on his desk, “Kate can you set up a meeting between Hammerhead & I. It needs to be as soon as possible. Make it clear that if I’m kept waiting, there will be extra fees to pay. Ones that can't be bought by money.”
“No problem Mr. Maximoff. Should I have Clint get the car ready?” She responds over the intercom.
“That’ll be great, thank you Kate.”
Now it is Wanda who claps her hands, “So I guess it’s time to get to work. Which mean it’s time to say goodbye to my beautiful wife and my little krolik.”
Natasha stands from her seat and places a gentle kiss on Wanda’s lips. “Be safe,” she murmurs, not quite ready to part from her wife.
“I’ll be fine Nat, it’s just business as usual.”
Something about the two women in the same line of sight together made you feel weird. You had seen beautiful couples before, but you seem to be a little mesmerized by the sight of Natasha and Wanda. For now, you would say that it was just the shock of seeing Wanda after all these years and being blindsided by the news of her marriage.
“Have you changed too much to give me a hug before you go?”
The teasing tone in Wanda’s voice makes you roll your eyes. You walk over to her nonetheless, “I hugged you earlier, you know.”
Wanda doesn’t hesitate to pull you into another hug. “I know, but maybe two is too much for the new Y/n.”
You look up at her, maybe for a second too long, and you can’t help yourself, “Don’t worry, part of me is still your little krolik.”
A slight blush paints over her features as she smiles at you, “Good, keep my wife safe, ok?”
Your eyes cut to Natasha, “Of course, I’ll leave you guys to it.”
You walk out of the office with Wanda’s wife trailing closely behind you.
“So, are you going to show me what makes you the glue?”
Her words make smile tug on the edge of your lips, “If you’re lucky.”
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Happy Birthday
Summary: It's your birthday and the only person who doesn't seem to be excited about it is you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death. Angst. Fluff. Language probably. My poor attempts at being funny.
Word Count: 2.5K
A/N: This story was completely self-indulgent, but I hope someone out there likes it!
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You’ve always been very reluctant to celebrate your birthday.
You haven’t had a birthday party since you were 12. The following year your mom died a couple of days before and neither you nor your family were in the mood to celebrate anything.
It wasn’t by any means unexpected, she had been sick for a few years, but it still hit you hard.
You were the youngest and were far too young when she first got sick to really understand everything going on.
You were 8 and all you really remember is watching your mom get more and more sick until eventually there was nothing more the doctors could do.
Her death hit you hard and you closed yourself off, never talking about it or even crying after the day of her funeral. To this day you’ve still never cried, in front of others or even by yourself.
You started exercising to channel all your energy, refusing to do anything more like the therapy your family suggested.
When you were 15 you discovered SHIELD and decided you wanted to help others, so you signed up for the SHIELD Academy, working your hardest and pushing yourself to your very limit.
You ended up being not only the youngest cadet ever, but the youngest to actually graduate and then the youngest recruit at SHIELD at only 16 years old.
Natasha was very impressed when she heard about you and took a liking to you, convincing Fury to make you part of her team during her missions and teaching you everything she knows.
That’s how you ended up in the Avengers Initiative, not that you felt you didn’t deserve it since you know how hard you worked and everything you gave up to work towards this achievement.
The team themselves were initially skeptical since you were barely 18 during the battle of New York, but they were quickly proven wrong when they saw how well you handled yourself against the Chitauri.
You were devastated when SHIELD fell, but carried on as an Avenger, battling Ultron and then moving to the Compound with the team.
You met the actual Bucky for the first time when you were 22, during the whole Civil War thing with Baron Zemo. Like Natasha, you were on Tony’s team, fighting mostly Pietro, but the conflict eventually ended.
It took Tony some time to get over the whole “Bucky killing his parents while brainwashed” thing, but, as he likes to say, he can’t call himself a genius without admitting that Bucky didn’t have much of a choice.
Thanks to Tony’s help Shuri was able to find a solution to Bucky’s brainwashing faster than she would’ve alone, meaning Bucky didn’t have to go back into cryo and was pretty quickly cleared to join the team, about a year after the airport battle in Leipzig.
You were warmly accepted by everybody and, the more the team grew the more you felt at home with these people.
And now you wish you could burn down the whole compound because, somehow, Tony convinced you to have a birthday party for the first time in 13 years because, in his words, 'you only turn 25 once'.
Good news is you managed to make him limit the guest list to the team and other people close to you like Maria Hill and Fury. Bad news is you’re still gonna be the center of attention, which you hate.
You couldn’t stop Tony from making everyone dress up for the party, and you couldn’t stop the team from getting you gifts even though you insisted all you wanted was everyone together and to have fun with them since for the longest time nobody ever even knew when your birthday was.
What you didn’t realize was that the only person more worried than you about your gifts was Bucky.
Since he joined the team the two of you have gotten close, starting with his first training with the team where he very loudly told Steve about his disbelief that someone as young and small as you could actually be an asset to the team.
You quickly put him in his place by taking him down after less than two minutes of sparring, taking full advantage of his underestimating you because he “didn’t want to hurt a pretty little thing like you.”
Admittedly he was impressed and wasn’t shy about letting you know that, while the rest of the team snickered at his initial shock when you pinned him down.
You became friends after that, not as close as you’d like but friends nonetheless.
If you were honest with yourself you’ve been harboring a little crush on the supersoldier, but he’s never shown any interest so you resigned yourself to just being his friend.
Something that you did come to treasure, though, is your and Bucky’s late night talks.
It started with you walking in on him in the kitchen on a late night where you couldn’t sleep, nothing new to you, but the two of you barely talked other than acknowledging each other.
You took a bottle of water and left.
A couple of days later you ran into him again and you stood there in silence while you made yourself a cup of tea and then left for your room.
A few days later again he was just sitting there and said nothing as you made your tea, except this time you put a cup in front of him and silently took a seat next to him at the counter.
Two nights later when you arrived at the kitchen he was already there with a cup of tea in front of him and one in front of the seat next to him.
You didn’t want to assume it was for you, but you took a chance when you noticed it was the cup you always used, a blue mug with Stitch on it that says “Let’s get weird”. Your favorite in fact.
You hesitantly sat down next to him and, without you having to ask or without even looking at you, he told you that the nights you stay up late because you can’t sleep you tend to be more quiet during the team dinners and while you hang out afterwards.
You didn’t say anything in return and just sat there, trying not to overthink how much he seemed to watch you.
But the more nights you spent like that, the more you two talked and you gathered quickly that Bucky is a very observant person, nothing more.
You loved the time you spent together after dark where you’d talk about everything and anything, but come morning it was almost as if it never happened, which you came to accept.
It weirdly made the nights you spent talking even more special, which was almost every night.
But back to the present, you’re currently getting ready with Natasha and Wanda, who know much more than you about hair and makeup and are always happy to help you out with getting ready for Stark parties.
You put on the black cocktail dress with rhinestones all over the corset and a slit down the left side, then the three of you make your way to the party room and you take a deep breath before entering.
Everyone is already there, all dressed up in fancy clothes as they all shout “Happy Birthday”.
You laugh and say hi to everybody while they all take turns hugging you, there’s not too many people but everyone important to you is there.
Even Laura and Clint’s kids are there, which you consider a second family at this point, since Laura always did treat you like a daughter.
You hate to admit that it's a nice party.
Knowing you, everyone makes an effort to not put you too much at the center of attention and you just go around talking to your friends like every other party.
Eventually time comes for the cake and, the moment you kind of dreaded, opening the gifts.
Since it's the first birthday you allowed the team to celebrate everyone decided to go all in for your gifts, which you picked up on from the very first gift you open.
Pietro got you a first edition of “The Picture Of Dorian Gray” which is your all time favorite book, Wanda and Maria got you a leather jacket and an amazing pair of boots that you knew were expensive because you were all out shopping together when you came across them.
Steve got you a gold heart-shaped locker with a picture of the team inside it, Natasha got you a charm bracelet with a little charm to represent everyone on the team, and Sam got you a cute necklace with your birth stone on it.
When you open Fury’s gift you start laughing since it's a gun, a SIG SAUER P226 to be precise, which is very Fury.
“It was my first gun when I joined SHIELD.” He says with a smile and you smile back, knowing how much thought he put into this gift.
You open Clint’s gift next, a bow and arrow that he already taught you how to use, and Laura got you a pair of diamond earrings.
Your heart melts when you open Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel’s gifts, respectively a friendship bracelet, an Avengers action figure of yourself and a Stitch plushie.
The three of them hug you tightly as you say thank you and now you only have two gifts left, Tony’s and Bucky’s, and they’re both little boxes.
You open Tony’s next, thinking it’s some fancy necklace or earring but you frown when you see a car key.
“Is this the key to your car?” you ask Tony, knowing full well you’re holding the key to an Audi R8 Spyder, the car Tony’s let you borrow so many times you’re now wondering if he’s gifting you his spare set of keys.
“No.” He says casually “It’s the key to your car.”
You’re even more confused and simply stare at him with your mouth gaped, not really processing the information.
“Y-you… You got me a car?!” You almost yell out of shock and everyone else starts laughing at your antics when you start basically jumping up and down and hugging Tony, squealing like a little girl.
“Well, come on, let’s go see it!” Tony says enthusiastically after you’ve calmed down, and you get up, just as enthusiastic, but are stopped by Steve’s voice.
“Wait, wait. You have one gift left.” He says, picking up the small box and giving it to you. “It’s from Bucky.”
You were so pumped up by the car, you almost forgot about it and completely miss the mischievous look Steve gives Bucky and the murderous glare Bucky gives back.
You also miss Bucky starting to protest before you open his gift, but he instantly shuts up when he sees your face falling the second you open it.
It’s a small necklace with a blue rose in it, it really looks like something you’d give a little girl more than a 25 year old woman.
You look at it for a minute, running your finger on it before you raise your head and look at Bucky.
The whole room goes silent as they all watch you worriedly, everyone noticing immediately that tears are streaming down your face.
Nobody understands what’s happening and nobody knows how to react or what to do, it’s like they’re all frozen by the sight of you being vulnerable for the first time ever.
Meanwhile Bucky’s heart is beating so loud he’s sure everyone around him can hear it, and he feels himself starting to panic at the thought of having ruined your birthday with that stupid gift.
Everybody else got you expensive gifts and all he did was get you a small, cheap necklace that reminded him of a story you briefly talked about once on one of your late night talks about a necklace you had as a kid.
He saw it at the mall while looking for a gift for you, remembering the sweet smile you had on your face when you mentioned it and the fleeting sad look he thought he saw when you told him you lost it when you were 12.
He was really proud of himself for that gift, but the more he saw the other gifts you got the more he regretted his choice, especially after Tony gave you a fucking car.
And now you were crying, not saying anything while just looking at him.
He doesn’t know what to expect from you at the moment, nobody does, he thinks you might yell, throw his gift back at him, tell him how much you hate it and him.
But you surprise everyone by throwing your arms around Bucky’s neck, hugging him tightly while crying into his shoulder.
You honestly forgot telling Bucky about that story and certainly didn’t expect him to remember it, especially since you always got the feeling that he didn’t care about your talks as much as you.
You just assumed that come morning he deleted everything you told him to make room for more important things, and you didn’t blame him.
But he didn’t.
What you didn’t tell him about the necklace is that your mom gave it to you because blue roses were her favorite, you had that necklace since you were born but you somehow lost it the day of her funeral.
That day you lost the two most important things in your life and cried yourself to sleep, and that was the last time you allowed yourself to be weak and cry.
Until today.
Bucky hesitantly wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back hoping to get you to calm down. He looks around at the rest of the team, panicking a little and not knowing what to do.
Everyone else is as clueless as he is, never having seen you in such a state before.
Bucky starts apologizing, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying, and he feels horrible that it’s because of him.
You shake your head quickly and pull away a little to look at him, wanting to reassure him you’re not sad or angry but incredibly happy, but words refuse to come. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and finally manage to speak.
“Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” It’s quiet, but it’s something, and it’s enough to make Bucky let out a breath of relief at knowing you don’t hate him or his gift.
He brings you back in for another tight hug, almost forgetting about everyone else in the room as you hug him back without hesitation.
You’re honestly not even embarrassed at crying, all you care about at the moment is Bucky, his arms around you while he lets you bury your face in his neck, like you’ve been wanting to do for years now.
“Happy birthday, doll.” He whispers in your ear and, for the first time in 13 years, you really feel like it is.
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phantom pain || pietro maximoff
pietro maximoff x reader
summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been
warnings: insecurities, none really?? (i think)
word count: 2.9k+ ; angst, comfort
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a/n: this is a rewrite of a bucky fic i wrote 6 years ago but now much longer, better, and for pietro. sorry for grammar/editing mistakes that are prob here but still enjoy
pietro knew you had been hiding something. he had known you for three years and had been dating you for almost two. over the course of the months and weeks spent with the other he had grown accustomed to your silent cues. the silence that would consume you when tony's party carried on too late and you desperately wished to exit or when you performed poorly during training and steve berated you with tips. but mostly the silence that would linger around you when you were alone. not all the time, no, but there were times when pietro could feel and see the physical shift in your body language.
he never wanted to pry not as a friend or a boyfriend. pietro understood that every avenger has a past life, one that the others are unaware of. though he loved playing back the memories of his childhood and his parents, he too would shift into a silent shell of a person and he would want nothing more than to be left alone and not questioned. pietro loved the abilities he had but some days he wondered whether the extreme heat of his body or the slow-moving world around him actually made him sad. life was no longer normal, his body was no longer normal, nothing was normal.
this is exactly how you felt. the tragedies in your life were sometimes unbearable and if you could disappear you would but you had so much to be thankful for. if it wasn't for the accident you wouldn't be an avenger, you wouldn't have the friends you have, you wouldn't experience even half of what you've had now, and you wouldn't have pietro, the love of your life. at the end of the day you were alive and more than often, incredibly happy.
but there were those times you fell into silence over your newfound life, mainly the consequences of the accident. your memory still struggled, you were weak for a very long time, and when the weather got too cold you could feel the ache in your bones. you weren't like the rest of the avengers who possessed special abilities or were highly skilled in combat. three and a half years ago you were a normal person. you had a normal life, job, family, and friends, up until the accident. and every day the phantom pain reminds you of what was taken.
it was winter when you first met all the avengers. they all lived together and after you recovered from the accident, tony wanted you here, to live here. you protested the idea for a while claiming that tony's generosity was far too much. he had already saved you from the accident and offering a space to live and a job was incredulous, but after much debate you agreed. that first day you silently sat in the corner of the room while all the avengers had a meeting. you swayed back and forth in the rolling chair, taking in the information and occasionally stealing glances at a silver-haired man.
"and this is (y/n)!," tony exclaimed, "our newest friend here so please for the love of god be kind during the acclamation period. i'm already prematurely greying and i don't need anymore."
the meeting was over and one by one the avengers came to greet you, offering their names and welcomes and soon the silver-haired man approached you.
pietro stuck his hand out to shake yours. he found it odd that despite the room being almost swelteringly hot from the heater, you still had your gloves on.
"i'm pietro."
it was about three weeks later you found yourself sitting with pietro, clint, steve, and natasha. everyone was sitting on the couch talking about whatever topic you possibly could conjure up. there was a lull in conversation before clint spoke up.
"hey," he said turning towards you, "why do you have gloves on?"
it was as if clint never spoke and without missing a beat you stood up, looking down at pietro, "wanna help me finish building my desk?"
pietro hesitated a moment, eyes flickering over to clint, "of course."
pietro had come to learn not to question why you covered your hands in those first few months. any mention of you hiding them was never met with an answer. he was protective of you and he felt himself falling for you each day, and you the same. the two of you did a lot together, you cooked, clean, went out, watched movies, almost everything together and you loved it. it felt like home here and pietro felt like home.
it was a big dinner, the night you finally took your gloves off. there was no special reason why, to be frank, you just decided to no longer be embarrassed.
"c'mon kid we all got something weird about us. i play in a suit all day, cap runs around in tights, pietro is faster than the speed of light, and parker shoots webs... from his hands!" tony ranted on.
you sighed, "i know. i just feel weird on top of this because i am still new here."
"we all have been new," tony started, inspecting your hands one final time, "no one will judge you, kid, but take it at your own pace. you don't owe anyone nothing. well, maybe except me," he winked.
only two hours later you were all seated at the big table with everyone to eat. from tony, to pietro, to thor, to natasha, to sam, everyone was here. next to you was tony and rhodey, pietro across from you pulling funny faces while the food was served out. you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap trying to stall picking up the fork and knife. everyone had started eating and chatting amongst the group when you finally lifted your arms to the table and started cutting into the chicken.
pietro watched as you shifted in your seat, your forearms coming to rest on the white cloth and your fingers wrapping around the fork and knife. the first time he has ever seen your hands.
your metal hands.
after that night there were murmurs throughout the crew about the state of your hands. people were confused why someone who led a normal life ended up with metal hands, similar to bucky's arm. the word accident had floated through the air but you never commented on it.
winter had turned into spring that ended all too quickly and now it was the dead of summer. the day was slow and pietro was bored and craving movement. his head was hanging over the arm of the couch, his silver hair hung to the floor.
"want to get ice cream?" he asked.
"it's like you read my mind," you grinned swiping your wallet off the counter.
you and pietro wandered around town aimlessly before stopping at the ice cream shop. he admired the way you threw your head back in laughter and the way you covered your mouth when he said something outlandish. even though pietro's body ran warm he could feel the increasing heat spread throughout his cheeks each time you shot him a smile and his name rolled off your lips.
in an instant, he thought he ruined it all when he reached out and wrapped his fingers in yours. he felt your fingers twitching and the way you misstepped.
"i'm sorry," accent thick as he retracted his hand.
you smiled softly at him before gently grabbing his hand, "don't be."
it was that day over a hot fudge sundae that you told pietro what had happened. it was a horrible car accident early in the winter before you met the avengers. there were several cars and buses involved. not only did you lose your hands that day but your family. tony was also in this accident, his car had actually collided with yours, though his vehicle wasn't the one that caused your injuries. he had rushed to help you and immediately took on a parental role when he observed the condition of everyone else in the car. you were bruised and bloody with several fractured bones, but mainly, every bone in both your hands were shattered beyond repair. tony took you to his doctors where you all came to the difficult decision that your hands had to go, but tony offered you a solution. to replace the once skin and bones with metal.
pietro listened the entire time letting you go on and on to which you apologized for being boring. 'no dragă' he would whisper and you continued on with his thumb running over your knuckles. the gesture comforted you but the voice in the back of your head nagged that it was out of pity.
the months began to fly past faster than you could imagine. you and pietro were inseparable. anytime the members walked past the two of you they'd fake gag or pretend to cry. once wanda had muttered under her breath how she never thought pietro would actually date someone. you would only get shy over it and pietro found it amusing and would pinch at your cheeks. it was only when the two of you officially started dating when pietro would notice the different type of silence you'd fall into.
he would sometimes catch you sitting on the edge of your bed staring at your hands the features on your face contorted with disgust.
"what is the matter?" he questioned.
"oh nothing," you sighed with a fake smile, placing your hands beside you.
or the times pietro noticed the way you hesitated before touching him.
"am i that scary dragă?" pietro joked with a sickly smile.
your features would soften and the lines between your brows disappeared, "the most terrifying," you winked.
or the times pietro saw the way you gazed at other people's hands when they came into contact with pietro.
"doesn't his hair look good like this?" wanda asked you as she finished braiding her brother's hair. the two of them looking at you in the mirror.
you didn't respond right away. you were too distracted watching the way her fingers weaved their way through his silver hair and grazed his scalp while pulling hair into its pattern. with the most pitiful smile, you responded.
"amazing."
pietro knew that eventually, you would confide in him over the way you viewed your hands. he didn't want to overstep, that wasn't the relationship the two of you had. the late nights pietro spent shaking under the blankets from nightmares, you never asked him. you held him close to you and hummed a small tune to calm him down and you did that every night without fail. one day over breakfast he finally confided in you over the terrors that haunted his dreams.
what pietro didn't expect was that today on your second anniversary was the day you would finally scream your frustrations out. the two of you weren't doing anything special and nor did you want to. all the avengers insisted you at least leave home and do something for a little while. that's why you found yourselves lazily walking around a park, hand-in-hand, arms swinging and shoulders bumping. the sound of laughter echoed through the park and you swore the leaves shook. you were happy, beyond happy. pietro and you were madly in love and there wasn't one thing you could wish for, maybe.
suddenly the wind picked up and the dark clouds rolled above and unleashed raindrops that were nearly the size of baseballs.
"oh my god!" you squealed.
"it is so cold!" pietro laughed loudly.
you were squinting through the pouring rain, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin, pietro was dancing around in a circle with his tongue out in hopes of catching the water. pietro grabbed onto your forearms pulling you into him.
"you look so cute right now," he yelled over the thunderous rain.
"don't be silly! i look like a mess!" you giggled slightly swatting at his chest.
pietro leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his smile growing wider as if his mouth was a plant and the rain was helping it grow. his fingers brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you once more on the forehead.
"there's so many droplets on your lashes!" you exclaimed. pietro watched your lips pull into a smile. the sun wasn't out but he could've been fooled by the way your eyes shined at him. he watched as you lifted your hand to brush the droplets off, and then suddenly, it all changed.
pietro watched as your smile dropped into parted lips of disgust and shame, your eyebrows pulled together in the middle, and rain was no longer the only thing running down your face. you faltered in your step backward and pietro reached out to steady you but you pulled back further. it was like you were a toy and your batteries had just run out you were so still.
"b-baby what is wrong?" the worried etched onto his face was almost painful.
"i'm jealous," you cried, your bottom lip shaking violently.
pietro shook his head, "my love what is going on? you are worrying me."
you lifted your hands in front of your face, your eyes trailed down every finger and across your palm to the back of your hand. the small metal panels almost mocking you as you could see your eyes reflect back at you. at this moment pietro started to piece together all the instances in the past.
"i can't feel you," you wallowed, "i can't feel your skin, pietro. my hands!" he watched as you stretched your arms out to show him your hands as if he'd never seen them before.
"i'm envious of everything that can feel you! the rain, your clothes, everyone else, but not me, i can't! do you know how badly i want to feel the texture of your hair or the tears you cry or-or the skin on your lips and i can't! i crave the feeling of you and i'll never get to know that. i want to feel the plastic of a pen or grass between my fingers or the calluses of training too hard and i'll never get that again. the phantom pain i have will never be as painful as never being able to hold you with my real hands."
as your cries grew louder the storm cleared up to let you have the stage. you stood in front of pietro as the shell of the person he would see those times you were alone silently observing your hands. even though he wasn't the one yelling, he felt as if his own vocal chords were being shredded, he could feel the chambers in his heart slowly start to shut down one by one, and the burn in his eyes was almost blinding.
he slowly stepped towards you cautious not to make you jerk backwards again. the tears in each of your eyes seemed to sync up and roll down together. pietro gently grabbed your hand, grateful that you let him, and held it to his cheek.
"this, my love, this is me. this is the me that only you will know and no one else. it is not the same as everyone else but different much like us," he said gently, his other hand gesturing between your bodies, "if i could do anything in the world, no matter the cost, to help with your hands i would and i am so sorry i cannot," pietro was now holding your face in his hands.
"but i want you to know i love you for everything that you are and i always will. no matter what the future has in store for us, in my heart, you will always be first. and- and i know there are other reasons why you dislike your hands but i never want to be the reason that you dislike something about yourself. maybe i can talk to mr. stark, yeah?" he pondered nodding his head rapidly, "maybe we can figure something out and give your hands an upgrade. maybe he knows someone?"
you sniffled, looking lovingly at pietro who was trying to think of any possibility even though you both had discussed in the past that there was nothing that could be done for your hands. that day tony saved you was the best opportunity you could get to help your hands and nothing in the world could beat it.
"i love you so much pietro, you are everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and more," you spoke, resting your face further into his hands.
pietro ran his hands across your shoulders and down your arms to hold onto your wrists. he brought your hand up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to your fingertips until all ten were loved. pietro pulled you into a hug, one palm resting flat against your spine and the other holding the back of your head. you leaned into his chest and let your ear listen to the thump of his heart. the two of you stood there motionless. minutes passed by and neither of you dared to move. to an unobservant eye, you two could've passed as a statue. two lovers forever memorialized in the dusk of the sky, the rain puddles collecting at your feet, and a love story forever admired over.
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Could request Pietro, Druig and Loki (my top 3) from marvel and them being jealous? Thanks alot appreciate it and even if you decline I appreciate your blog so much
Top 3? That's good taste!
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Loki x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, jealousy, power use, kissing, public display of affection, flirting
A/N: I'm a little behind on Loki but I plan to catch up soon.
Pietro can easily take you both somewhere where you're alone if someone is hitting on you too much. But there is definitely an element of jealousy in the way he holds you very close when he does so. He doesn't even try to hide this from you.
If someone hits on you when he isn't there he will drop everything the moment you let him know and run to your side. It leaves everyone stunned that he appeared there so fast, wrapped his arm around you, glared at the people flirting with you, and kissed you on the cheek before whisking you away.
"Heard you were flirting with my girl. Where did I come from? A little bit of everywhere when you're as fast as me. But right now, sweetheart, do you mind leaving with me for a minute. It will be a minute I promise. We can do a lot in a minute"
Druig doesn't have to do anything physically, his powers can easily make the problem go away. Literally. Tell him he's bragging and yeah he probably is when he walks up in his sleeveless top and pulls you against him to show that you're his partner.
When he feels like really rubbing your relationship into someone's face he will make them stand there when he kisses you. Nothing more then that, he's not a freak, but he makes damn sure everyone knows you're in a relationship with him. Through the night he will also become progressively more clingy until you're sitting in his lap.
"Up for giving them a little show my love? Since they love staring so much we should give them something to really stare at. I'm not at all ashamed if you're not. And just to make it stick I think you should stay by my side for the rest of the night."
Loki makes a joke out of his whoever is flirting with you, or more of a prank really. When it comes to beaning jealous he knows that just his status alone can get someone to back off, so he uses that to his full advantage. It's one of the many benefits of his status.
A go to strategy for him is for him to ask if the reason they're flirting is cause they hope it would get attention from him, if they're that desperate for it? You try not to laugh as the other person gets in his face and says how the only reason he's popular is the fact that he's a prince. And the next thing you know they're running after their own pants.
"I would hardly say me being a royal is the only factor to me managing to get this cutie to love me. There is also my sense of humor and my many, many skills in bed. Oh and... are you a little cold down there? Look at them run, ha! I wasn't gonna fight them, this is much more fun."
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OMG OMG SO I FINISHED READING YOUR MOST RECENT PETER FIC AND IM OBSESSED SO OMG I was wondering how you think pietro would react in that situation?? If he saw you flirting with another avenger? Maybe you coukd write something on that if that's okay?
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Pietro Maximoff x f reader
wc || 795
warnings || none?
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Pietro is the kind of guy that was often hard to read, the sort that hid his thoughts and feelings behind snarky expressions and remarks. Near enough impossible to get a sneak peek inside his brain.
Recently things have taken a little turn in your platonic relationship. Ever so slowly moving towards the more romantic side. The thing is, you were both stubborn when it came to sharing emotions. Neither of you wanted to be the first in case the feeling wasn't mutual, even though it was clear you were really into one another.
It was coming to the stage where it began to get slightly awkward, the part of the relationship where it became somewhat tiresome. You wanted Pietro to crack first, much like how he wanted you to.
So today, after a quiet day at the compound, you join the rest of the team in the communal area, blending in seamlessly with a bottle of beer as you sit between Steve and Clint. Turning to face Clint, you see him emersed in conversation with Natasha, so you twist back around, noticing Steve sitting quietly to himself. "How's you?" you sweetly ask, politely including him.
"I'm doing good, thank you," he smiles, crossing his leg towards you, getting more comfortable. " How are you?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good, thanks. Just a long day," you reply, leaning a little closer so he could hear you over the loud private conversations that filled the room.
Glancing over to the kitchen, out of the corner of your eye, you see Pietro make his way over with a bottle in hand, talking with Wanda. You discreetly follow his movements as you continue your conversation with Steve, peering over every thirty seconds, trying not to make your gaze obvious.
"How did that house viewing go? That place in Brooklyn," you ask, speaking with genuine interest.
"I don't think it was the one for me. There'll be more, right?" Steve rhetorically asks with a wry smile, his beer bottle pressed under his chin.
Peeking over at Pietro, you see an expression you hadn't yet seen before, something bitter. He isn't usually the envious type, but when he notices you and Steve sitting so close together, with your legs crossed towards each other? That's when his mind starts to wander.
There was no reason for Pietro to be jealous as there's nothing going on between you and Steve. He's a generally sweet person to talk to, just all-around good company. But by the way, Pietro's eyes squint in focus told you he didn't quite understand that.
You watch him stealthily, secretly glancing over every time you take a sip from your bottle, waiting somewhat patiently for Pietro to say what was bothering him. He didn't have to speak in order for you to understand his displeasure, the envious expression on his face telling you multitudes.
"I'll be right back," Steve says, leaning closer at a friendly distance for you to hear him. "I've been summoned," he chuckles, excusing himself as he walks towards the kitchen.
You scratch the side of your head, discreetly looking over to Pietro to see if he's still staring. To your surprise, he was gone. Searching around, you spot the back of him as he's about to leave the room.
You place your beer on the coffee table and subtly chase after him. "Pietro," you whisper, making your way down the corridor. "Pietro," you say again, slightly louder.
"Milovat," the familiar voice of Pietro calls. Following the sound, you see him leaning with his back against the wall, arms folded. "Wondering when you were gonna show up," he smirks, his gaze following you as you rest against the opposite wall.
"You knew I'd follow you?"
"Hm," he grins, nodding cutely. "Kinda counting on it. Why are you being so hard to get, draga?"
"Me?" you reply, your tone sounding offended. "No, that's you,"
"Nuh-uh," he says, his gaze fixed on you. "What's with all these games?"
"I'm not playing games, P. I don't-- I don't like games," you say sincerely, eyes softening.
"With Steve back there," he points with his head, nodding backwards.
"We were just talking... he seemed sad," you speak sweetly, trying to reassure him.
"Really?" he asks, his eyes sweetly widen as he straightens from the wall. "You're not just saying that?" slowly making his way over to you.
"Yeah, I mean it. I don't like him in that way,"
"Then who do you like?" he asks suggestively, standing a foot away.
"Who do you like?" you tease, trying to coax him into answering first.
"You're so stubborn, draga," he grins as his hands reach for your face, cupping around your cheeks. He leans forward slightly, kissing the tip of your nose. Whispering. "You."
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Pietro: where have you been?
Wanda and Y/N, their hair total messes, look to one another...
Wanda: nowhere
Y/N: out...uh...nowhere
Pietro: well which is it?
Wanda: out nowhere.
Pietro: sestra you haven't responded to Vis' date request
Y/N: I read her answer loud and clear-
Wanda ribs Y/N...
Wanda: I'm just not interested in Vis.
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