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ashes-writing · 2 years

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wanna be yours pt I | mcu ; p. maximoff

A/N: There will be a few parts to this and I will post them sporadically whenever the mood strikes -kind of in the same vein as my eddiexreader, stevexreader, jonathanxreader from stranger things, and this is also a reader fic BUT... reader/you is the daughter of Tony Stark and an unknown/deceased mother. Look, I had to do it, alright? This was begging to be done. Even if I'm the only one who reads this, it's out there and I had fun.

That said, the more people bother me for continuations to any of the reader x character things I've written lately, the more likely I am to post follow up stuff so... I guess what i'm saying is if you think you wanna see more of this, by all means, scream at me about it pls.

Pairing ; Pietro Maximoff x Stark!reader

Timeline ; we're scrapping the fact that Pietro died, okay? Also, we're scrapping Tony's death too. I'm pretty sure this takes place somewhere after Age of Ultron and the other movies and Pietro/Wanda are Avengers. So, this is kind of an au written in it's own damn timeline that probably makes zero sense but I like it.

Warnings ; for the time being, nothing. Just a lotta father/daughter fluff, mentions of a breakup, Pietro being a hothead and being very very... seductive without saying a word and that's it. As this one goes up in parts, it'll likely have other more important warnings tacked to it.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || rules + fandoms and some of the characters I write for || requests ; open.. pls pls pls... any fandom/character but wrestling and any headcanon / filth alphabet letters / fluff alphabet letters you have. Anything goes as long as it fits within the above perimeters but no pro wrestling because I'm not writing for it right now. anything else would be greatly greatly appreciated. pls.

Tag List ; @beardedbarba is the only person on my actual tag list for MCU. However... I wanna tag @readingandwritingandreading because I just feel like they'll get a kick out of this as it goes on. If you don't wanna be tagged bb, please feel free to ignore.

Lastly, I do not consent to have my work reposted here. I also do not consent to having it reworded/reworked/copied and reposted anywhere else.

After keying in your specific keycode to the compound, you waited -humming along to the radio as you watched for the wrought iron gates to swing open. When they finally did, you parked the red second hand Porsche that belonged to your father next to his muscle car of choice for the week.

“Friday.” you hold your wrist up to your mouth to dictate a text to send to the old man. “Yes?”

“Tell my father Tiny Dancer is incoming. So I won't catch him in a meeting or something.” you lowered your wrist and reached into the passenger seat to grab the grease-stained bag and the tray containing two large chocolate milkshakes.

This has been a tradition since you were old enough to sit in your father’s lap when he’d ride you around the block at your old place in Upper Manhattan. The tradition didn’t just end because you were a college girl now and when you spoke to your father the night before you could tell that something was bothering him. Something was stressing the normally calm and laid-back Tony Stark out and as his daughter, as the one person who’d always tried to take care of him -despite his insistence that it should always only be the other way around instead, you were making it your mission to stop by. Check in and hopefully, take his mind off of whatever had him all stressed out with nobody to choke.

Almost as soon as you got halfway across the parking lot of the compound, the storm that had been holding off all through the drive up let loose and you were soaked to the bone in literal seconds. The rain was cold. Wet as it soaked through your thin Rob Zombie concert tee and you could feel the little makeup you happened to be wearing as it ran down your face. The doors leading into the compound’s lobby slid open with a quiet hiss and the blast of cold air from above had you hugging yourself as you stopped in the middle of the drab, military grade concrete room to get your bearings.

Pepper caught sight of you and hurried over, grinning. Laughing softly at your drenched state which had you sticking out your tongue and laughing right back. “How hard is the old man workin himself?” you question before she can even ask you about college or your new roommate or the boy you were dating but have since broken up with.

She frowns. “They’ve been chasing this answer for months. Even with Bruce’s help he’s no closer to a solution.” You cringe at her answer and take a deep breath. “Do you think he’d be talked into taking a break? Just a little one, I uh…” you held up the tray with the two milkshakes and the iced coffee you’d gotten for Pepper as a little treat. “I kind of missed family dinner because stupid rehearsals last weekend and I wanted to make up for it.”

“Are you sure it was just rehearsals? Or did this happen to have anything to do with a certain little jerk that your father and I don’t happen to like?”

“Oh, the little jerk isn’t going to be a problem anymore. I dumped him on Monday. Yeah, apparently he was sleeping with one of the girls in the chorus line, that’s probably the only reason he bothered coming to watch my rehearsals all the time.” you sigh and shrug because there’s not much else to say about the end of your most recent relationship.

Nothing that your father would want to hear because for as long as you or him can remember, since the night your mother went into labor and passed just minutes after safely giving birth to you, it’s been you and your father against the world.

And Tony Stark is nothing if not fiercely overprotective. Especially since his near death experience in the Middle East.

So he tends to turn into a big ol’ baby when you even hint that you might be interested in somebody. And he hasn’t liked any of the guys you’ve dated since at least junior high, give or take a very small and select handful.

Pepper winced and slipped an arm around you. “Hey.. It’s his loss.”

“I know.” you sigh and take another deep breath as you hold out her iced coffee to her and she takes it, taking a sip, “It’s just the usual. Disappointment because so far, any guy I happen to show just a sliver of interest in is either a huge dog, an asshole pretending to be a nice guy or they’re rushing to check off some stupid mental checklist.”

“Maybe you just need a break. Stop looking. Take down the Tinder profile, stop letting your friends set you up with these idiots.” Pepper advised, giving you a soft smile. “Just focus on yourself and sooner or later, the rest will happen.”

You can only nod. Give her a smile because you know she cares about you as much as she cares about your father and she’s only trying to help. And her advice does make a lot of sense. If you stopped looking for the fairytale, for the prince charming or the rare knight in shining armor that doesn’t seem to exist anymore, you’d probably get a lot further in Nursing and maybe you could even open more doors for yourself with your dancing.

Without your stupid side quest for a dream guy who probably doesn’t exist, you could definitely focus more on your upcoming Fall Solo for the dance troupe you managed to get into and attend two days out of the week. They’re not a big deal, they’re local to the area your college campus happens to be located, but… At one of the last Solo shows, there were some pretty big names from Broadway in the crowd.

“Yes ma’am. Yeah… I think I’ll do that.” you smile at Pepper again just as Rhodey makes his way over. He’s all grins and hugs but he does pout when you tell him you didn’t bring food in for him. You laugh soft as you pull away from the man’s bear-like embrace and look up at him. “Has he thrown any chairs out of the lab yet, Uncle Rhodey?”

Rhodey chuckles and shakes his head no. “Banner almost hulked from sheer frustration earlier, damn near caused an incident.”

“Oh no!” your eyes widen and you laugh softly. Somehow, it never fails to make you laugh, picturing your father’s new close friend Bruce -a very quiet and very mild mannered, meek man, getting angry and turning into his alter, Hulk.

Your father tells you some things about his work with the Avengers and the US government. But he won’t tell you everything and as far as the world outside of the team, Pepper, Colson, Fury, Hill and your uncle Rhodey know, you’re not connected to Tony Stark at all.

It’s something that bothered you for quite a while until you realized your father was doing it solely for your sake. To keep you out of danger and the spotlight.

“And there comes the old man now, lil ballerina.” Rhodey nods in your approaching father’s direction and your entire face lights up in a grin as you race towards Tony Stark. He picks you up and spins you around and then he’s solemn. Thick brows knit in concern. “It’s not the weekend, little bit.”

You shrug and shuffle your trusty black leather boots against the speckled concrete flooring of the lobby. “Yeah, well… You sounded like you were verging into code red, old man. So here I am.”

Tony grinned, reaching out to fluff at your hair. You pout up at him a little and Pepper makes her way over to the two of you, holding out the milkshake to him. “Take a break, Tony. She came all this way.”

He chuckled and nodded. Then he turned his attention to you, searching your face with eyes filled full of concern. “Everything okay, little bit?”

“Yeah. It’s just what I said. You sounded and looked stressed out when we had our video call last night.”

His eyes settle on the grease stained bag and he grabs for it, making Pepper laugh as he unwraps the all american cheeseburger you’d gotten for him and nearly inhales it.

You and Pepper share a look.

Commotion from a set of massive and heavy looking double doors nearby has you glancing in that direction and when your gaze settles on the muscular platinum blond you seem to keep bumping into at the gym lately, you try not to stare. You look away and you’re smart enough to do it quick. The blond is being dragged one way by Bucky Barnes and the other guy, a trainee you recognized as security detail from your father’s New Years Eve party, he’s being dragged the opposite direction by Sam Wilson.

Neither Sam nor Bucky look particularly thrilled to be wrangling the hot-headed younger men and the younger men are still shouting, mostly obscenities with the platinum haired male almost feral with rage as he lapses into another language entirely.

Tony chuckles. “Eyes over here, little bit.” and he shakes his head. “It’s the fourth time today those two have tied up. Wilson says it’s over some girl they’re both into. Bucky’s solution was to let ‘em go in and spar a few rounds. Only now we can’t get ‘em to knock it off.”

You laugh softly. And despite knowing now that the platinum haired male is probably worlds away from in your league, there’s just something about him that makes you keep staring. Intently. Not as intently as you were the past few times you found yourself sneaking down to watch him box down at the quiet little gym you both go to, but intently.

,, Your father literally just said the man has a girlfriend… Or a girl he’s interested in.” your mind taunts and this prompts you to focus less on the confrontation in the background and more on what you originally came to the compound to do in the first place. You follow your father and Pepper into your father’s massive private office and you flop down into one of the big leather rolling chairs and promptly recline your feet on the desk as you dig into your own food. Pepper grabs her usual grilled chicken salad and applies her dressing to it and digs in also, the three of you eating in mostly silence.

“So that kid.. Dylan.”

“Hm?” you question.

“Did you ask if he wanted to come out this weekend?” your father asks. You can tell he’d really rather not deal with your former boyfriend. You laugh softly. “Nope. And I’m not going to, either.”

“Why not?”

“We broke up. I don’t move fast enough for him or something. Either way, he was sleeping with Marina, that chorus girl.”

Tony winced. Gazed at you in concern. “Are you alright? Do you wanna talk? Hug it out? Go somewhere and smash something together?” and his choices to help you get over the little bit of hurt you do feel make you laugh softly and shake your head. You take a sip of the thick milkshake through your straw, blowing noisy bubbles. You shrug as if it’s nothing because if you really stop and think about it, it kind of is.

You have standards. You weren’t feeling the connection required to even consider giving yourself to your former boyfriend.

“I think I’ll be okay. I can just focus on the nursing program and dance now. I mean..” you pause to take a bite of your own burger, grimacing when tomato drips down and onto your shirt just above the red lettering, “The fall solo is coming up. This just means I can work harder.”

Your father nods. Then gazes at you with a gentle look of concern. “Just not too hard, kid. You started dancing because you love it. It starts to feel like work, you won’t anymore.” he says it in a gently firm tone and you nod, quick to reassure him that you’d never do that to yourself.

You can feel him relaxing the longer you stay but you also know that you need to get back into the city and it’s a good two hours drive. Your father’s never particularly liked you driving at night and honestly, you’ve never cared for it either.

As you hug him goodbye, you catch a glimpse of platinum hair and dark gray under armour as the platinum male speeds around a corner down the hallway, disappearing through a door and into a room. You want to roll your eyes at yourself.

He’s a fucking Avenger. So not only is he off limits for other reasons but if your father even thought something was going on between you two... oh my god.. And you’re just the typical garden-variety college girl. Sure, you’re Tony Stark’s daughter, but your father’s always been more of a normal, down to earth -and slightly eccentric, guy who just happens to have gotten lucky and made his way in the world.

You’ve always just seen him as Dad and yourself as a normal girl.

You convince yourself again that finding out the platinum blond male you’ve been eyeing at the gym for weeks now is definitely out of your league and you make yourself focus on saying goodbye to your father and Pepper. And you walk out of the compound into the fading sunlight.

As your hand reaches for the handle to the red sports car you drive, you catch sight of him lurking behind you in the reflection of your driver side window. You turn abruptly and this puts you molded tight against firm muscles and you have to try really hard to bite back any number of unholy noises threatening to fall from your lips as a large and rough hand settles palm down against the curve of your hip and his fingers dig against the thin fabric of your favorite shirt while he takes several long and deep breaths. He’s got icewater eyes locked on you, his gaze lingering heavily on your lips. You gulp because suddenly the air is thick and it’s hot; heavy enough you’re almost choking.

Some hair falls into your face and his other hand raises, catching softly against the side of your face as he pushes the fallen strands back behind your ear. His hips dig against your lower body.

He still hasn’t said a single word. But there’s something so territorial and yet so soft ; slow and gentle and yet somehow, slow doesn’t seem to fit him at all, about the touching, the look in his eyes. You swallow hard again and he bites his lip as he stares at your mouth.

You can feel the way he’s straining against dark gray sweatpants and before you can stop it, a whimper does fall from your mouth. The whimper makes him smirk ever so slightly.

And then, without a single word from either of you, he’s gone, leaving behind only a literal dust trail and the ghost of his scent to linger in the air just a little.

You lean back against the car and take several deep breaths.

“But of fucking course I want the one guy I know I can’t have. What happened to giving up on the fairytale?” you laugh aloud at yourself as you mumble the words in fading light, “Because that was… Not doing it.” you tug at your shirt and use it to fan yourself because your body feels hot all over. Especially the places his hands were against your skin or on you at all.

“Jesus christ.” you mutter as you finally calm down enough to unlock your sports car and get into it. As you drive away, all you can do is replay the whole thing in your mind.

And wonder why it felt like the little impromptu appearance he made while you were in the parking lot was him, staking his claim.

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wakanda-nonsense-is-this · 2 years

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Ghost of Us — Chapter 3

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This is the sequel to my book Ghost of You. Go check it out before reading this one.

Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: Ghosts, mention of the smell of bodies in decomposition

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Listen up folks,“ Steve announced seriously, after many hours of uncomfortable silence and glances in the jet. He stood in between Clint and Tony in the cabin and gazed at us at the back. His eyes lingered on me at the back away from everyone for a second, his eyes shone with pity and guilt, I tightened my fists in response. “We’ll be landing in 15 minutes. You know the drill, we get in, get the information, and then out. Is that clear?“ His stern gaze told everyone not to mess it up.

“Good. Clint, you wait here with Banner in case of any emergency. Sam, Tony, you’ll be our eyes in the sky.“ There was a pause right there that made me look at him in wariness and the look in his eyes made my stomach sink. No.

“Pietro, Y/n, you’re together.” Everyone gasped and the air filled with tension. I refused to acknowledge his presence and kept looking forward as his gaze burned the side of my face.

“What about me?“ Wanda protested, her eyes dancing between mine and Steve’s faces. Mine must have shown mortification but his only determination.

“You’re coming with Bucky and me, we need you in case anything is blocking our way.“ Steve explained, his voice apologetic.

“But...“

“But nothing.“ His voice was stern, authority laced his words. They stared at each other, a will battle happening between them. Huh. He must have won as Wanda averted her eyes and huffed under her breath.

That was our cue to prepare everything we would need for the mission. I strapped the vest tighter, struggling a bit. After all, when I accompanied Strange or Wong to missions I would wear more of a magical kind of protection. I double-checked my boots and made sure the enchanted daggers that Strange gave me when I started training were at my side. I flipped them in my hands and hid them in my black suit. If we were to encounter any danger these would take care of it.

The jet was abnormally silent. One could slice the tension with a knife. I raised my head and caught Wanda analyzing my movements. I raised an eyebrow in question. What the heck was her problem with me? She sighed with a pained look on her face and approached me. Pietro watched our interaction with a frown.

“If something happens to my brother because of you I swear on my life I’ll destroy you.“ Wanda growled, bitterness taking hold of her words as she glared at me. I blankly stared at her and cleared my mind from all thoughts, just like Strange taught me in case I ever encountered someone like her again.

She scrunched her eyebrows in concentration, and by the looks of it, she was trying to get inside my head but failed to see anything important. I smiled tightly, thankful for Wong’s constant nagging on meditation. That didn’t mean she couldn’t read my thoughts, it just meant she would only see what I wanted her to. But as Wong explained, there will be times when she’ll be able to infiltrate my head if my mind is weak. Like the day before.

The plane landed and not wanting to hear anything else from her I walked past her. She wasn’t worth it.

“Scared little Y/n, always running away.“

Wong was always on and on about being the bigger person. He said that’s the way to a healthy and stressless life. But Wong’s not here now.

I loosened a little bit of the control I had over the death and fed them enough power to make them tangible but not visible. Spirits have their own will and can’t be controlled but necromancers have such a tight relationship with them that some tend to follow orders when offered something in exchange. They approached her and I saw the moment Wanda realize we were not alone. As a telepath, she’s more perceptive of death but can’t quite feel it. She may not be a necromancer, but she’s still a witch. I heard her gasp and saw her eyes turn red. She should know by now her powers were useless against them. There was no running from them.

“If you ever threaten me again,” I whisper in her ear, “we’ll destroy you.“ I smiled sweetly, knowing Stephen would’ve high-fived me if he had been there. I got off the jet and made my way to the group. The sense of victory lasted around 2.3 seconds because Tony was approaching me, an unreadable expression on his face. He stopped a meter away from me.

“We need to talk,“ Tony demanded, his face hard as marble. I opened my mouth to argue we had nothing to talk about. And maybe send him to hell while I was at it, but the sudden tickling feeling at the base of my neck and the out-of-nowhere appearance of an arm resting on my shoulders shut me up.

“You ready for the best night of your life partner?“ His messy and overgrown hair tickled my cheek, making me lose any perspective of reality and leaving me speechless. I was completely aware of every part of our bodies touching. It felt familiar. Odd, considering that the only time we’ve ever been this close, I was partly dead and mostly unconscious.

His hand tightening his hold on my shoulder brought me back from stupid land and made me aware of the expectant look on his face. I threw him a bewildered look, confused at his actions, but unable to separate myself from him. A closed small smile formed on his lips as our eyes met. His warmth made me feel at ease. I wouldn't be surprised if I started purring. Instant horror filled me at the thought. I was pathetic.

He grinned as he could read my thoughts and winked.

Oh.

He was giving me a way out of the heart-to-heart convo daddy wanted to have. I winced at the mere thought. Resigned, I looped my arm around his waist and held him too. Surprising him by how his body tensed and then softened under my hands. The action brought me more pain than relief. It shouldn’t be like this.

“Yep, let’s go.“ I smiled tightly looking up at him, but he just stared me in the eyes. I heard his breath hitch and felt his chest tremble once. Suddenly, the burning sensation on my ribs made its appearance. For focusing on the cause of the ache at my side I completely overlooked the quiet groan of pain Pietro let out.

“Y/n-“, Tony started but was interrupted by an annoyed-looking Sam. “Let’s go, Tony. We don’t have all day.“ He cursed under his breath and stared at me regretfully, “We’ll talk later” and with a last look, he made his way to the whining falcon. I released a breath in relief and stepped away from the not-so-dead guy beside me. The pain disappeared instantaneously. Convincing myself it was just a coincidence I walked to Steve, who was distributing the earpieces and took one.

“Be careful, kid.“ His baby blue eyes made it impossible to be rude to him. I tried to smile and assure him I would be, but the red aura surrounding the base told me otherwise.

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“Y/n, anything on your side?“ Steve’s voice came through the earpiece. I felt Pietro’s eyes on me once again.

“Negative.“

It’s been around 30 minutes since we parted from the team and we were yet to find anything useful. The base being enormous and falling apart didn’t help us go faster either. Every turn we made or every room we entered was either destroyed or blocked by debris. I was getting annoyed, and Pietro’s useless presence and his obvious staring were not helping. We made another turn but we were again stopped by a destroyed wall. I groaned and hit my forehead on the wall in frustration.

“This is useless. We’re not going anywhere.“ I grumbled kicking the wall. Defeat weighing on my shoulders.

“No shit, Sherlock.“ Pietro’s useful input made my blood boil. He may not see the aura but I could. Every corner, every single piece of debris was painted red. Just once have I ever seen anything like this and Strange and I almost died. I faced him ready to hit that beautiful smile off his face but the distant sound of footsteps halt me in my steps.

“Did you hear that?“ I whispered lowly, praying I had imagined it. I knew we had to find spirits to complete the mission. That didn’t mean I wanted to.

“Hear what?“ Pietro’s eyes searched mine for answers and whatever he found made him go pale. A shiver ran down my spine and I gulped. They were here.

I ignored him and silently started walking in the direction of the echo. At this distance, all I got from the spirits was that he was alone. That was the tricky part of red auras.

“You’re scared,” Pietro stated knitting his eyebrows, “why are you scared?“

“I’m not scared.“ I lied blatantly. I was pooping my pants, I would be stupid if I wasn’t afraid after the last time. But he didn’t need to know that.

“You’re tapping your fingers against your thigh.“ He said matter of factly as if it was common sense. How did he know that? I stopped doing it immediately.

“What?“

“You always used to d-“ He stopped himself before he could finish, leaving me shocked. He frowned and looked even more lost than me. My eyes widened and against my will, they filled with tears that I refused to let go. I felt the air being knocked out of my lungs as if I had been kicked in the gut. I knew he didn’t remember me, so why did he keep doing that? It was cruel.

“I- I don’t know why I said that.“ He stammered running a hand through his hair. I sought his eyes but he wouldn’t meet my gaze. I stared at him, praying he would look back at me in the darkness of the place and would recognize me. It didn’t happen. My mouth opened against my will but the same sound of footsteps stopped me. Right, the mission. I straightened up as much as I could and cleared my throat. The sooner we finish, the faster I’ll be home; all this will be just a memory.

“This way.“ I cleaned my voice of any emotion and walked ahead of him towards the creepy noises. He stood frozen but moments later he walked beside me. Silence embraced us. I hated it, but I grew to accept it. We were no longer right for each other, and nothing I did was going to change it.

We entered a new sector of the building. I gagged at the rotten smell of... dead. I covered my nose and breathed through my mouth. If the smell wasn’t enough of a hint then was the aura that grew more visible around every surface. I gulped. The dim light of our lanterns didn’t do much but gave us just enough clarity to distinguish our surroundings. The walls around us were moldy and partially destroyed. It was so dark even with lanterns I could barely see anything beyond my hands. The sound of our footsteps echoed in the walls around us giving the place a creepier vibe.

“Keep your eyes open, we’re close.“ I warned in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the dead. There was a second of silence.

“Can you really see them? Ghosts.“ Pietro clarified, I could barely see him but I just knew his eyes had rounded in curiosity. It used to be the cutest view back in the asylum. He somehow misunderstood my silence for an invitation to keep talking. “I’ve heard some things from the others but...“ He left his sentence unfinished but I knew what he meant. ...nobody really knows what I can do.

I hesitated for a second and consider not answering but something pushed me to do it.

“Yes, I can see them.“ He kept quiet out of surprise that I actually answered or fear about what I can do. I hoped it wasn’t the last one. I played with my fingers in anticipation.

“There’s no way you can get any cooler right now.“ He gushed, awe evident in his voice. I whipped my head in his direction. I could see the outline of his face and noticed his childish grin. A surprised laugh left my lips and couldn’t help the feeling of warmth in my chest or the tiny tears of laughter that appeared.

“You’re so weird.“ I said cleaning my tears with a smile on my face. He turned his head in my direction and smiled sweetly at me. His eyes softened, recreating the exact image of the Pietro I knew.

A ray of light blinded us out of nowhere. We shielded our eyes but as fast as it came, it left. We looked at each other and without a word being exchanged we ran after it. We reached the end of the aisle and turned left, at the distance, we could see the light turning right and disappearing into another corridor. At this pace, we were going to lose it. Pietro must have thought the same because one second we were standing on an empty aisle and the other, he was standing outside of a door carrying me bride style. With my arms around his neck, we stared at the light coming from the bottom of the door. With slow movements, Pietro put me down carefully. Giving him one last look I turned the knob and light flooded the dark corridor.

Together we entered the new room. The walls were bare but unlike the whole building, there was no sign of ruin. In the middle of the room was a box. But it wasn’t the box itself that caught my attention rather the name written in bold letters on the side of it. Not Y/n Stark, but Y/n Khalida. My necromancer’s name. I was petrified. I could feel my blood pounding in my ears, and sweat running down my back. This wasn’t right. There’s something wrong.

“We gotta go.“ I ordered, taking Pietro’s hand and running to the door but at that exact moment, it closed on our faces. I ran to it and tried to turn the knob but it wouldn’t move. I hit it once, twice but it didn’t even vibrate. The room turned completely red. And then I felt it. We were no longer alone. And when I turned around the spirit wasn’t the only one waiting for us.

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local-crying-boy · 2 months

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Writing Masterlist

A collection of all of the fanfictions I have written!

One-shots:

MCU:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Pietro Maximoff ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

New Years Eve Party / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

Mission Gone Wrong pt.1 / Fem!Reader - One-shot, fluff

Mission Gone Wrong pt.2 / Fem Reader - One-shot, fluff-angst

Waking Up with Pietro Maximoff / GN!Reader - drabble, fluff

Bodyguard Pietro Maximoff / GN!Reader - imagine

Kinktober 1-4 / Fem!Reader - Smut

Shakes and Shivers / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Wanda Maximoff ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Tough missions and warm hugs / M!Reader - one-shot, fluff

Twilight:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Carlisle Cullen ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Carlisle Cullen X Magic!Reader / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff(?)

As if to turn back time / Fem!Reader - One-shot, fluff, reunion

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Jasper Hale ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

If you dated Jasper Hale - headcannons

It was our plan pt.1/ Fem!Reader - angst

(req) It was our plan pt.2 / Fem!Reader - angst-fluff

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Jasper Hale and Alice Cullen ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

If you were their second mate - meeting them / GN!Reader - headcanons

Arcane:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Viktor ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Late Night Chats / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff, love confessions

Success! / GN!Doctor!Reader - One-shot, mutual pining

(req) Viktor helping his s/o who is sad / GN!Reader - one-shot, fluff, comfort fic

(req) Not Without You / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

(req) Viktor SFW Head cannons

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Legolass ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Fell In Love With You / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff, comfort, childhood friends to lovers

Criminal Minds:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Spencer Reid⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Pretty Boy / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff

Call of Duty:

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Headcannons⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

COD men / How they are like in a relationship

COD men / what they do when their s/o passes out

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Hadir Karim⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Waking up with him / GN!Reader - Imagine

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Multiple characters x reader⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Home, at last / Fem!Reader x John Price x Nikolai - Short one-shot, smut

Series:

MCU

Composure - A Pietro Maximoff Fanfic - Masterlist {UNFINISHED}

Cecelia Winslow, a twenty-five year old S.H.I.E.L.D agent, fights closely with the Avengers and with one small mistake, she ends up meeting the love of her life in a life or death situation. Though, with old memories coming back up due to a certain Maximoff twin, it gets difficult to save the world all the while managing her anxiety., alongside trying to deal with a Speedster's attractive looks and relentless flirtations.

Code Green JR - A Pietro Maximoff Fanfiction - Masterlist {YET TO BE RELEASED / BEING PLANNED AND WRITTEN CURRENTLY}

Seventeen-year-old Nikolai Banner had been living with the worry about turning into a miniature version of none other than the Hulk, but, either way, when billionaire, Tony Stark, shows up at Nikolai's and Bruce's apartment, he had no surprise. Along with battling some inner feelings and some normal teenage experiences (as normal as you can get when you may have a ticking time bomb that could cause you to become a big, green, rage monster), with some additional rage monster feelings, Nikolai ends up meeting a certain Sokovian Speedster.

#avengers fanfic #avengers fanfiction #avengers #cod #cod fanfic #cod Fanfiction #mcu fanfic masterlist #fanfic masterlist #masterlist

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littlebosleepmusings · 2 years

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Updated Masterlist (June 2022) ☽

(still being edited)

Archive of Our Own - you can find most of my work here as they update

Series

Collision Course (Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader, Past Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader)

Next Time We Meet (Sylvie Laufeydottir & Fem!Reader)

Side Effects (Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader)

Student of Nature (Loki x Fem!Reader) (wattpad)

Somebody's Watching Me (Marvel Slasher/Horror AU, Fem!Reader)

The Last Time (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

Warm Blood (Avengers & Reader/TBD x Reader) (wattpad)

Welcome to Spiderhead (Steve Abnesti x Fem!Reader)

Welcome to Westview (Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader) S: You’re a new resident of Westview after recently moving to town with your husband, Pietro Maximoff. Your sister-in-law, Wanda, lives only a few doors down. Things are great. You’ve always been happy and always been together…but you can’t help feel that something isn’t right.

(To be updated episodically on tumblr, but will be cross posted on AO3 as I will have a different image for each decade episode.)

One-Shots

Secret Santa (Xavier, Hank, Alex, Sean & Fem!Reader)

Imagines

A Mother’s Love (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Be Careful (Jack Mercer x Reader)

Beware the Krays (Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader)

Few People In This World (Eric Northman x Fem!Reader)

Happy Birthday, Marie (Rogue x Reader)

Here Come the Queen (Margaery Tyrell x Fem!Reader)

King’s Choice (Tommen Baratheon x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me Part 2 (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me Part 3 (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Moments (Jon Snow x Fem!Reader)

Never Again (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Not Alone (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

Not Alone pt 2

Not Alone pt 3

Not Alone pt 4

Not Alone pt 5

Shy (Eggsy x Fem!Reader)

Stay (Charles Xavier x Reader)

The One I Want (Robb Stark x Fem!Reader)

Watchful Eyes (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

Wounds (Francis Freeman aka “Ajax” x Fem!Reader)

You Don’t Have to Hide (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Fanfiction (mostly old stuff)

A Blessing And A Curse (Underage OFC & Parental Figure!Bane/Talia) - on hold

A Face I Couldn’t Forget, Even If I Tried (The Joker x OFC Julia) - on hold

Face the Music (Eames x Wife!OFC Sophia) - on hold (wattpad) (ff.net)

The Fire In Your Veins (Bane x OFC Natalie) - on hold (wattpad) (a03) (ff.net)

The Price (Enid & Father Figure!Negan) - on hold (a03) (wattpad)

You Found Me (Tommy Conlon x OFC Danielle Cassidy) - on hold (ff.net) (a03)

Headcanons

Harley Quinn (Dating)

Reggie Kray (Shy/Affectionate Reader)

Sean Cassidy AKA Banshee (First Time)

CYOA

Restart (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader) *on hold*

RPF (AU ONLY)

The Wreckage - Tom Hardy x Reader (Zombie Apocalypse)

The Forgotten - Chris Evans x Fem!Reader (Semi Post-Apocalyptic)

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marvels-things · 3 years

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Invisible - Part 3

Avengers x teen!OC

When Angelese is moved into the tower she's frightened and closed off. With the ability to turn invisable it's not hard to hide from the things that scare her, but when she starts to bond with the team she starts to realize how nice it feels to have a family.

Part 1, Part 2

(I promise things will get more interesting in Part 4, but bear with me :)

While Nick Fury talked to the rest of the team, Natasha led Angelese into what looked like the kitchen.

The young girl looked to each exit in the room, something the red head woman took note of. Angelese slightly jumped to sit on one of the three bar stools that occupied the marble island while Natasha rummaged through the freezer.

"So you must be Angelese. You have a beautiful name." Natasha commented, handing the girl a pouch of frozen peas.

Angelese wearily glanced at the woman leaning on the counter next to her, but didn't say a word. She pressed the pouch to the aching spot on her head where Tony had hit her.

Natasha smiled gently at the dark haired girl, "I know this is probably scary, but we're all going to have dinner later. We should all get to know you and vise versa, especially if you're staying here." Her tone was soft. If any of the others heard her speaking in such a way she would never live in down.

A small nod was the only thing Natasha received from the girl but she smiled none the less, it was a start, "Look, I'm going to let you in on a little something. I used to have nothing. Then I got this...this family, and I was better because of it. And I'm still trying to be better."

The corner of Angelese's mouth quirked up just a bit.

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"Okay," Natasha started as the two made their way back to the common room, "Angelese, why don't you talk to the rest of the team while Stark fills me in."

Natasha walked over to Tony as Wanda introduced herself to the girl, the billionaire speaking first, "I bet my fortune that she's never lost a game of hide and seek in her life."

Natasha chuckled, "Fill me in. She hasn't said a word and I doubt that's going to change right now."

"Well, apparently Fury got a call from her foster parents telling him that he should come take her. And that girl has been in 14 foster homes in the past six months, she kept getting sent back to the orphanage because she 'wasn't normal'."

Natasha frowned, her eyebrows furrowed, "No wonder she's like a deer in the headlights."

Tony nodded, "That's not all, in one of the homes the kids foster father made her wear a bell when he found out what she could do. Thought it was a fun party trick to show his friends. That's why she has a scar on here neck."

"And the first thing you did was clock her on the side of the head. Unbelievable."

The billionaire gave the woman an exasperated look, "I'll make it up to her! It's not like I did it in purpose." He grumbled.

Natasha stood up straight before heading to the door with a sigh, "Well, we're all having dinner together tonight so, maybe just try not to throw your food or utensils at her."

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It had been fifteen minutes since dinner had started and nobody had said a word. The Avengers sat and ate in silence but they all stole glances at Angelese.

Oh god this is awkward, Angelese thought.

Steve had been the one to make the teenagers plate, making sure that every healthy food group was included. However, despite that, Angelese hadn't taken a bite. She sat with her head down and her arms coiled around her middle.

"Okay, someone needs to start a conversation or I will start throwing food. Get something exciting going, C'mon." Tony muttered the last sentence, but everyone heard it.

Angelese became completely transparent again, causing the hero to sigh in defeat.

"Uh, okay, well Tony and I started working on the upgrades to the suits so any requests should probably be made." Bruce spoke. Angelese listened on.

Bucky shoved a potato in his mouth before shooting the scientist a look, “Can I get more of those knives you put together, the weight was great on those.”

Bruce nodded.

"Redwing could use a tune up. He was flying around a bit funny earlier." Sam commented, shoveling some pasta into his mouth.

Tony scoffed, "I checked that thing two days ago, it's fine."

As Sam went to argue a quiet mumble came from where Angelese was supposedly sitting. It was too quiet for anyone else to hear except for Bucky who was sitting to the girl’s right.

"His sensor is cracked. In the top right corner. It was probably caused by the shortage of wires connected to the side propeller."

Angelese reappeared, the rest of the table to engrossed in Tony and Sam’s argument to realize. She slowly made eye contact with the metal armed man.

Bucky smiled softly before banging his hand on the table. Angeles jumped, receiving an apologetic look from the man before he spoke, Angel knows what’s wrong with Redwing.”

The girls eyes went wide as she stared at the man. He sent her back a reassuring smile, “go ahead, it’s alright.”

The team stared at her as she repeated herself, this time just a little louder. Her voice was quiet and soft. It matched the way she looked perfectly. However, the attention must have made her question herself as she mumbled a quiet sorry after her statement.

Tony sat up in his seat and placed his elbows on the table. He received a sharp look from Steve and rolled his eyes, taking his elbows down, but still speaking.

"Nuh uh, this is good. So how about tomorrow you stop by the lab and help me fix it, Casper?"

The girl whispered an almost inaudible 'Okay'.

The team smiled when the young girl flushed and smiled a little to herself, picking up her fork. Natasha swore she saw Steve beaming with pride as she took a bite of chicken.

"If I may," Vision started, "Do you have control over your abilities, Angelese?"

The girls eyes flickered to meet the android's as she slowly nodded.

Wanda also spoke up, "Do you mind me asking why I can't look into your head?" She asked.

Angelese's eyes snapped to the older girl, "I set up a block. Anyone can do it with some practice." Her voice was still almost inaudible.

Wanda nodded, not wanting to question any further. Clint was about to say something when Angelese felt a cool breeze whip past her. Suddenly a boy appeared, one with a strong build and platinum blonde hair.

Due to his quick appearance, Angelese turned invisible. Despite that, she studied him from her chair.

God he’s handsome.

The boys face held a wide grin, “Raise your hand if you missed me!” He called out, the team shaking their heads as they kept eating. Wanda smiled and reached back to elbow the boy before pulling him into the empty seat beside her, “Pietro, now that you’re back I’d like you to meet Angelese, she’ll be staying here from now on.” She motioned to the chair across from her where Angelese’s invisible form sat.

Pietro raised his eyebrows, glancing around the table, “Are we pulling another prank on Rogers that someone forgot to tell me abou-“

His accented words died off when Angelese became visible her hesitant brown doe eyes slowly rising to meet his striking blue ones.

A smirk grew over the boys face as he took in her features, her long dark hair, her petite figure, her round eyes, and pale rosy lips.

“I’m Pietro, the oldest and most attractive twin. You’re absolutely adorable, Princessa.” His accent was thick and both Bucky and Steve sent the Sokovian a hard look at his flirtatious tone.

Angelese quickly flushed a scarlet red and snapped into invisibility, “It’s nice to meet you.” She muttered.

Natasha was quick to slap a hand over Tony’s mouth before he made a comment.

A/N - Just for the future Wanda and Pietro are 17 and Angelese is 15 but a month from turning 16.

#avengers x teen!oc #avengers x teen reader #avengers #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #vision #bruce banner #clint barton #sam wilson #OC #natasha romanoff #avengers fanfiction #invisible #avenger x reader #avengers x fem!reader #avengers x fem!OC

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angeli-marco-writes · 3 years

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The Avengers - hope ur ok

A/N & WC - I am not trying to pretend I am Olivia Rodrigo at all: total credit for all songs and lyrics used here goes to her and her team. No disrespect is meant towards her. I do not own the songs, I also do not own the characters I’m writing these blurbs for. Please read the preface. This is the final blurb: thank you for the support, I hope you enjoy this blurb and have enjoyed the event. 2.4k.

Warnings - angst, swearing, mentions of a breakup, talk of betrayal, brainwashing, family issues, allusions to SH, lots and lots of crying.

I take a deep breath, my guitar in my clammy hand. I don’t say a word, not as I glance out to see their faces all smiling up at me encouragingly with a melancholy twinge. The atmosphere of anticipation is thick in the room, anxiety skittering over my skin, stippling my arms with goosebumps. This… is vertiginous. Despite being the only song on the album not necessarily about the breakup, it’s been heavily influenced by so many aspects throughout my whole life, but I never quite found the words to say it. Now, at last, I have, and once I sing it, those words won’t be a secret anymore. They’ll all see my heart, hear the bittersweet melody it's been singing for far too long. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but it’s too late to go back on it now. I ground myself one final time, connect my gaze with Stephen’s, and begin to play.

Different aspects about each person's lives have made their way into these lyrics, woven in there as Easter eggs that only the people themselves will be able to decipher, a whisper of a message just for them, a piece of my soul paired with theirs, keeping their secrets safe. They shared their lives with me over the course of the years the team has been together, but I learnt the darkest aspects, the most heart-breaking stories only after this breakup. That’s what I mean when I say it’s for them all. For the stories they helped me create, for the outlet they helped provide. Every single thing that’s happened in my life has contributed to my story, the story told through this album, this song, and I just hope they realise what part they’ve played in that.

I alternate soft strums with my fingers—no pick—between C major and A minor chords, I and VI. And then I’m singing, and every other thought leaves my head.

I keep my voice quiet, a whisper even in my own ears, as I sing about Peter, about the life he had before he came to the compound, before my dad found him and gave him what he needed. He played in the school band, but quit when his Spider-Man responsibilities caught up to him. He’s still a boy in my eyes, through the lens of youth, a lovely boy who decided to help me express my feelings through music when I was too lost to fathom the words. It helped him get over losing his Uncle Ben, so why shouldn’t it help me?

‘I knew a boy once, when I was small

A tow-head blond, with eyes of salt

He played the drums in the marching band.’

I catch his eye as I catch my breath. He was right. His chocolate eyes twinkle, shimmering with tears, not salt. He smiles at me, and I half-smile back, knowing that my next words will hit both me and the recipient with a harsh, nauseating punch to the gut. I have to brace myself, blinking my eyes rapidly.

‘His parents cared more about the Bible

Than being good to their own child

He wore long sleeves 'cause of his dad.’

The slower tempo and hushed acoustics on the guitar I employ during this line are pointed, putting a pause over my words. I connect with Loki in the silence, his green eyes already weeping tears, his hands convulsively pulling at the edges of his sleeves. His pale face employs a bluish tinge, one that should threaten me, since I’m the one who caused it, but I know he won’t hurt me. He doesn’t have it in him to cause pain any longer, not so himself or anyone else. I stumbled upon his arms completely by accident, since he and Stephen were the first ones I stumbled home to after the breakup. Both were in a state of undress playing strip poker, but Loki’s illusions dropped when he saw the mascara bled tears staining my bloodshot eyes. They were back up in a moment, but the irreparable damage to my already broken heart had already been done. I’d seen what he’s hidden beneath his sleeves all those years. Thor had disclosed to us years ago about Loki’s past, about why he started the Battle of New York, and for once, well understood. What an unimaginable turmoil for a child to go through. All his dad cared about was war and Thor, Loki didn’t have a fucking chance. And that’s when it all made sense, the retaliatory abuse. I look him in the face, I challenge him to hold my gaze. I challenge him to love me and forgive me, but most of all to love himself and forgive himself. None of his father’s behaviour was his fault. I hope, one day, he realises this. He smiles as I switch my focus onto Sam’s the second my chords change into the second idea in the verse.

‘And somehow, we fell out of touch

Hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush.’

After the snap, my relationship with Sam was never the same. I don’t know why. He’s still always here for me, whatever I need, but he’s never at the compound anymore. Understandably. He has a family to be with, and I think that may be where the fraction of contempt comes from. I survived, but now he’s having to get to know his two not-so-baby nephews all over again. I don’t blame him, I still love him, and I wish him all the best, even if he never forgives me. He deserves all the joy in the world, and I’ve already offered him support he’s too proud to accept, but his bad deal will serve him well one day soon. I’m sure of it. The poker talk, the Royal Flush. This gets him. Everyone’s surprised that my dad didn’t teach me cards, but in fact Sam did when I first met him. It’s how I can beat everyone. Our secret.

He nods to me in concession, but smiles nonetheless, even as I shift my eyes up to the ceiling, fluttering them shut in order to conjure up an image of Carol.

‘Don't know if I'll see you again someday

But if you're out there, I hope that you're okay.’

An instrumental break commences as I think of Aunt Carol. Dad hates her because they’re so similar, because she's a woman with an ego the size of his: rightfully so, I say, but he tended to disagree. She hasn’t stopped by in a while, so she’s probably just floating around in space. One day I’ll see her again, I swear it.

The next verse starts in a brief flurry, allowing me to lock my gaze onto the Scarlet Witch herself. Red flares around her obsidian pupils.

‘My middle school friend grew up alone

She raised her brother on her own.’

They raised each other, and, from Sokovia, I know he cared so deeply for her, but she was the mother, it’s in her nature. It was just them, from orphanages to HYDRA, they had no one. And here she is, having lost the love of her life as well. I hope she knows how much I love her and appreciate her growth.

Her parents hated who she loved.

Well, who I loved. The main line focussed on me throughout this whole song. The rest of it is full of characterisations, of silent truths contorted to fit the story I want to tell, but this… I make sure my eyes burn into my dad’s at this. He hated the boys, men, I was into when I came of age. He hated it so much, he was so obsessively overprotective and let me have no freedom, that I rebelled. And because of the hate that was fed into my attractions, the second I was able to, I found a man I knew, subconsciously, would break my fucking heart. I look at Stephen, though, the first person around here to treat me like an adult, his blue eyes twinkling. He supported who I loved when we both knew I should’ve loved him first instead.

He couldn't wait to go to college.

I’m the only person to know about this, thanks to our intimate bond. I’m the only one he trusts enough to tell about his familial troubles, about how his parents hated the fact he was so clever and so different, constantly trying to dumb him down, make him conform, erase his talent. Savant syndrome prevailed, and not only was he the top neurosurgeon possibly in all of America—aided by his eidetic memory and insanely high IQ—but he’s the sorcerer supreme, succeeding some crazy, hypocritical bat. He suppresses his smile but nods deeply at me, a sign of respect and adoration I know, at least from the dictionary of Stephen Strange.

‘He was tired 'cause she was brought

Into a world where family was merely blood.’

I was the first real family my dad had. He loved his mom, and was comme-ci, comme-ca about his dad with a lot of animosity between them: family was only who he was related to, and he thought that was how the rest of his life had been. I was his best friend when I was a baby, and from there, he expanded his circle, and grew his family. I hope I was worth it.

‘Does she know how proud I am she was created

With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred.’

My eyes snag on Natasha, her understanding smile. She was bred as an elite form, a spy and an assassin, trained to kill. It’s a miracle she was able to free herself from that and become the empathetic, loving soul I’m so proud to know. The part of her that she despises is still within her, something she might never rid herself of, but her soul broke free of the apathetic confines it was shackled in for so many years. Her cunning, dedication and intelligence are immense qualities, but above all else, her bravery is what I admire. I beam at Natasha, before an austerity settles over me like a fog.

There’s an angel in our presence, his soul still around.

‘We don't talk much but I just gotta say

"I miss you, and I hope that you're okay."’

I should speak to him more. He saved me in Sokovia, looked after me at a point where everyone else was too busy fighting to care for me. I was younger then, naïve perhaps, but Pietro was kind. And I miss him. I detach my gaze from the ceiling, and let a single tear slip from my left eye. Wanda catches it, and steals my gaze with her red cheeks as I switch to Bucky, his sad teddy-bear expression causing my thumb to momentarily slip on the string.

‘Address the letters, to the holes in my butterfly wings

Nothing's forever, nothing is as good as it seems.’

Nothing in Bucky’s life has been simple or kind or consistent. He, like Steve, was born during the First World War, grew up through the Spanish Flu, the Spanish Civil War, the Prohibition, the Suffragettes movement, the Wall Street Crash, and was then enlisted into the army during World War Two against his will. The rest is history: very well publicised history. He should’ve been able to fly, to soar: he’s a complete darling, but his beautiful, colourful wings were torn before he was able to fix them, and his life was stolen from him, his mind, his memories, his identity. He knows nothing is as good as it seems, hence the mandates of his lack of arrest, therapy with someone who cares so little for his well being it’s upsetting. Bucky is a life source for me, whether or not he realises such. He has the prettiest wings of all: I plan on tattooing them on my wrist.

‘And when the clouds are ironed out

And the monsters creep into your house,’

Thor is a God, he’s omnipotent, and yet still one of the most vulnerable of us all. He’s seen intergalactic horrors, fought in wars over his thousand year life that we mortals can but imagine. His home was destroyed, and even the endless skies couldn’t change that. He’s slain monsters, and he’s also lived with them. He’s fought the monster within himself that thrived during a fight. He’s strong and weak, the perfect blend, to make him the most human of us all. He nods towards me respectfully, recognising what I’m on about, appreciating the lyricism and skill I put into the riff on the last couple of words.

‘And every door is hard to close.’ I turn to Steve; this one’s for him.

‘Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created

With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred.’

Just like Bucky, Steve grew up in the early twentieth century when things couldn’t be more different to what they are now. Views on women, race and sexuality were frankly abhorrent, and Steve has overcome those since defrosting in 2011, coming with the times, correcting himself conscientiously every minute of the day. It takes a lot, but he’s doing it. He thought he'd lost everything when he came back to us, and then when he got Bucky back, and realised Peggy was still alive, and that he had a chance of happiness once again, he couldn’t let go of that chance, he couldn’t close that door. The finality was too much for him to handle, understandably. So he fought. He did something for himself. And that unending dedication to what he loves is a skill I hope to inherit one day.

“Thank you,” I whisper to the room.

“We love you, Bean!”

This last one… this is for them all. For every single person that is or has been at some point a part of this team, whether in this room or not, dead or alive. They’re my family, the only one I’ve ever known. I didn’t have the fairy-tale family of most, it was just me, my dad, Pep and the avengers as I grew older. No cousins, no grandparents, no siblings. Wanda and Peter are my siblings, Steve and Thor and Bucky and Sam are my uncles, Carol and Nat are my aunts, Loki and Stephen are my beloved. They’re all pieces of me, like a mosaic, and they’re all a part of my story: it’s only right for me to credit them as such. The room is in tears now, every face I look at glistening with a sheen of water. I feel hot, fat tears rolling down my own cheeks, my voice breaking, warbling, as I sing my final line, the most appreciative smile I’ve ever worn gracing my lips.

‘God, I hope that you're happier today

'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay.’

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binkysteebnpewter · 4 years

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Slices of Life

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: Trauma, Violence, Mental Heath, ‘Death’, Torture, Dysphoria, Dissociation, Manic Episodes, Murder, Obssessive Behavior, etc.

Please read at your own discretion! SoL will live to its name and be, well, Slices of Life of the Winter Soldier. Warnings may be subject to change or addition, so they will be updated accordingly here.

I’d also like to note that, yes, I was planning to do a Pietro x Fem Vigilante but my creativity and mood for it was extremely dampened when I was hurt recently so I’ll be postponing it.

This is dedicated for @nightunite , my munchkin had the idea for this and I’m bringing into the world. Ideas/Headcanons for SoL come from The Fam Group chat consisting of: @andyl394 , @breadgenie892 , @nightunite , @fuzzy-cloud-head-queen , and myself.

Taglist: Open

Opening Scene

Chapter One

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lxdyred · 5 years

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Almost 300 followers!

So I know I've been inactive for a year (due to personal issues and lack of inspiration), and I'm really sorry about that, but I'm tired of not letting my imagination flow and improving my way of writing. I want you to send me all the requests you can think of. It doesn't matter how long they are and what category you would like! Just send me the requests and I will make them ASAP! I hope you will help me to improve and let me please you!

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folkwhorerain · 3 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy (Wanda Maximoff x fem reader)

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

Summary: reader is a shy and insecure Avenger whit a crush on Wanda, but she never made the first move on the sokovian. What if, during a party, finally something happens between the two of them?

Warnings: angst, reader being insecure, language (I think?), alcohol and sexual tension (feel free to tell me if I should add more).

English is not my first language, so bare with my grammar please, lol. This is my first fanfiction ever so forgive me if it's not anything special or it is lame.

I got inspired by "Jealousy, Jealousy" by Olivia Rodrigo, so I suggest you listen to it while reading, if you want.♥️

You hated them. You hated Tony's parties.

Don't get me wrong, you enjoyed the Avengers company, but parties were definitely not your thing. You always felt... out of place.

You were fine with chatting with the team during this day when you spent some time together, but when parties where that huge like tonight's one, all you wanted to do was staying in your room.

The fact is that you can't help but compare yourself to the others. You never felt enough and you were intimated by Tony's friends and the other heroes. You were just... You. No one special with no cool superpowers, you were good at hand to hand combat and you were really smart, but that was it; you always thought that was lame. Like that wasn't enough, you were the newest recruit in the team. The Avengers all welcomed you well and you grew attached to all of them, especially Natasha, but still, you didn't feel like that was enough for you to be considered "the cool Avenger", and you were still private about your feelings and emotions; when something was wrong the only answer that you had when they asked you what bothered you was "it's nothing". But it wasn't nothing. You felt an outsider in the team, you felt like you weren't enough for them and the worst part is that you knew it was all in your head, but you couldn't help it.

The first person that always comes to your mind when you think of someone cool is Wanda. Her powers affascinates you and you loved her determination. You can't say you two are close, but she always treated you well and she respected your boundaries, that's why now you have a crush on her and that's part of the reason you didn't want to go to the party. Seeing her well dressed while smiling to people who weren't you and while Vision was trying to get her attention would only make it worse.

You considered staying in your room while scrolling your social media, not having any strength to get up and get ready, especially when you were still in your bathrobe and your thoughts were only about a certain witch. However you knew Natasha would've dragged you out of the room if you wouldn't come so, after a few curses and annoyed groans, you threw your phone on the pillow and started to get dressed.

You didn't want to get the attention to you, people would start a conversation and tonight you weren't into it at all, so you opted for a green skirt and a black, cropped sweater and a little bit of makeup. Nothing more.

I'm already so sick of this bullshit, you thought to yourself, then you took a deep breath and went downstairs.

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As you expected, the biggest room of the Stark Tower was filled with people you didn't know, but you were sure they were mostly Tony's friends.

They were all so confident with their drinks in hands, perfect combed hair and fancy dresses worth millions of dollars.

You weren't nothing like these people: you didn't get why people would spend millions for pieces of cloth. It was a waste of money, but how you wished you saw it differently, maybe you would be one of these apparently happy people with a lot of friends, and not the weirdo of the group with a lack of confidence so evident you couldn't even enjoy a relaxing event.

A few tears tried to escape your eyes, but you wouldn't let them. Steve was watching you and, from the look he was giving you, he already sensed something was off with you; so you did what was best and faked a smile, which he returned gladly before he went back to his conversation with Bucky.

You felt like a creep standing in the corner of the room doing nothing, so you started looking around searching for Nat. After a few second you saw her talking, or better, flirting with Bruce at the bar while she had a Martini on her hand.

You frowned sympathetically. Cute. He really likes her a lot, you thought seeing Bruce embarrassed and intimidated by the widow.

Suddenly a waiter asked you if you wanted a glass of wine and you accepted, maybe a little alcohol would help you get through this more easily. You took a sip and enjoyed the feeling of the wine in your throat.

“This is ridiculous.” you whispered.

“What is ridiculous?” you heard someone ask you.

You turned to see who it was and that's when you saw her: Wanda was smiling at you with a curious expression on her face.

You blinked a few times, amazed by the girl in front of you: she was wearing a short, black dress, and her ginger hair was loose on her shoulders. She decided to put on a little bit of makeup and a red lipstick. Not like her typical style, but you liked her anyway. She was always so beautiful.

You shook your head, realizing she was waiting for an answer. "Uhm, parties, I guess.” She nodded. “I mean, Tony's events are always too exaggerated.” you added before biting your lips, clearly embarrassed.

“I know how you feel.” Wanda agreed. “I always have to try so hard to fit in during things like these.” She chuckled while looking around the room.

“Well, at least you're trying.” You said before giving her a dry laugh, looking down at your glass.

The ginger tilted her head sympathetically. “Well, maybe that's the problem.”

You frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean... trying too hard is the problem.” She explained. “If you feel like you have to try so hard it becomes unbearable, maybe that means that the thing you're doing is not good for you.” She added before biting the inside of her cheek.

You simply hummed in agreement and took another sip of wine, too intimated by her beauty.

Don't think something awkward. She can read minds. Don't think how beautiful she is- shit. Stop thinking.

“If you'll excuse me, Vision is looking for me.” She said with a smirk on her face before leaving you alone again.

You watched her walk away, analizing her every move. God, how you wanted her to be yours. She was not, of course. Why would she be with someone like you? She could have Vision and every other man in this room, so why would she choose a girl like you? Speaking of the devil, Vision approached her with a few guys and she gave him her brightest smile.

You watched all the interaction, still in the corner of the room.

He was so confident with his perfect posture and his good manners. He would be the best for her. He's the kind of man, or synthezoid, or whatever, that could always reassure her and find the perfect words to make her feel better. He would try and cheer her up and find the better jokes to tell, just like he's probably doing right now. In fact the sokovian was laughing at something he said and her beautiful laugh echoed through the room.

You felt jealousy rush through your veins.

“I wanna be him so bad!”

All the people in the room turned to look at you with puzzled expression.

Your eyes went wide when you realized you practically yelled what you wanted was just a thought so, without a second thought, you rushed out of the party and went straight to your room.

You slammed the door and let the tears escape. You took off your make up and headed straight to bed, overthinking what just happened, screaming in your pillow.

I always ruin everything!

You didn't expect you would've said that out loud and right now you didn't expect to hear someone to knock on your door. You didn't answer, though, you kept your head buried in the pillow. It was probably Natasha who wanted to talk about what happened and you definitely weren't going to say a word.

The door opened anyway and you groaned in annoyance.

“Listen, Nat-” You started to say but stopped immediately when you saw it wasn't the russian spy, but Wanda.

“Hi.” She greeted you with a shy smile. “May I sit?” She asked pointing the bed.

You composed yourself and nodded shyly. “Yeah.”

Wanda gave you a swift smile and sat next to you, crossing her legs on the bed. Your breath itched when you felt your knees touching. You two have never been this close and the situation was making you nervous, thing that didn't go unnoticed by Wanda considering the fact that you were playing with the ring on your index finger.

You never noticed but Wanda knows you very well. She knows your moves, the way you play with your hands when you're nervous, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your interests or the way you are quieter than usual when you're sad.

The truth is that Wanda liked you very much and she knew you liked her too. She didn't want to tell you 'cause she wanted you to take courage and say it first and, to be fully honest, she was scared. What if your crush was temporary and you would eventually get bored? What if she loses you just like she lost her parents and Pietro? She would never, ever accept it.

“So... Why did you run away?” She asked like it wasn't obvious you just yelled in front of everyone.

“Are you seriously asking, Wanda?” You snapped before you could stop yourself.

She looked at you with sad eyes before looking down at her hands. “Sorry…”

“No, no... Don't apologize.” You whispered. “You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn't have… God, I'm pathetic.”

You threw your head in your hands and sighed. I'm so sick of myself!

“Why are you sick of yourself?” The sokovian asked you before placing a hand on your knee.

You looked at the hand and then at her.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have read your mind, but sometimes your thoughts are really loud.” she chuckled, starting to rub her thumb on your knee. You were speechless, all this interaction was making you crazy. You craved more of her touch and now, more than ever, you wanted to kiss her. However you pushed those feelings aways and started to open up to avoid thinking about something inappropriate. “I'm just… me. I mean, I'm not special.”

“Why do you think that?” She asked raising an eyebrow, her hand never leaving your skin.

You took a deep breath. “Wanda, come on! Tony's friends are so cool, he's loved by everyone, Natasha is a badass russian spy, you have these amazing superpower. Thor is literally a God, for fuck's sake!”

“You compare yourself to the others too much. It's not healthy, Y/N.” She sweetly stated wiping away a tear from you cheek.

You closed your eyes for a second, enjoying her touch, but then you came back to reality. “I know, but I can't help it. The others seem to be so confident and happy, and all the girls at the party... Fuck, they're so pretty-”

"Beauty is not your lack.” She interrupted you smirking, her hand still on your cheek.

“I- I just wish I was them... I wish I had the courage Vision has.” You admitted, looking down.

“Why him?” The ginger asked placing two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at her in those piercing green eyes.

“Because I'm so jealous he gets all your attentions and I don't just because I'm too insecure.” You said it in a whisper, almost inaudible, but Wanda heard you and you knew judging by the smile on her face.

“You want my attentions?” She asked leaning in.

Her face was so close to yours that it was hard to breathe. You could smell her perfume and that alone was making you want her more. You had the urge to kiss her and touch her and taste her, but right now Wanda was waiting for a response so you simply nodded, not trusting your voice.

“You already have them.” She admitted, making you frown in confusion. “There might be a hundred people in the room, but I would always notice you and only you, Y/n.” You were speechless, partly because of her confession, partly because she was so damn close to your face it made your heart race fast, and before you could realise, she kissed you.

Her lips were so soft against yours and her hands were in the right places. However, after a few moments, you realized you froze and didn't reproached the kiss. Wanda broke the kiss, a disappointed look on her face.

“I'm sorry, I thought you liked me t-”

Before she could finish her sentence, you kissed her. You kissed her with so much confidence it surprised both you and Wanda.

Your right hand was on her neck and the other was on her waist, pulling her close.

You felt her smirk on the kiss and the hand that before was on your knee now was up your thigh.

“God, this skirt was making me crazy the whole night.” She breathed out, making the hand go higher and higher where you needed it the most.

Before you could realize you still had your party outfit on, Wanda started caressing slowly your inner thigh, making you gasp. Hearing the affect she had on you, the ginger bite your lobe before whispering something that made you shiver.

“Let me show you all the attentions I have for you, babygirl.”

alright, that was it. I know it's not good, but I had this idea the other night and I just had to write it.

Feedback is appreciated. <3

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wanna be yours pt. II | mcu ; p.maximoff

A/N; if we thought it got intense in the last part, holy... Look. There's no way to skirt this. Pietro is staking his claim on Stark!reader. Maybe he's not making it blindingly obvious, but the fact remains. This one is loaded with this weird possessive / protective sexual tension. So, obvs, there are more parts to come to this.

Just curious, are there any other readerxcharacter stories I've done you guys want more parts to? Because I could do several, tbh...Tell me pls bc I am curious.

Pairing ; Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Fem reader.

Warnings ; heavy sexual tension, mentions of an injury (am operating on the theory that when Pietro lived through the incident in AoU, part of the recovery process is that he's lost some speed -not entirely, and he heals a little slower until he's up to full power again), a very intense confrontation between reader x Pietro. For now, that's all.

Timeline / Other Stuff ; we're going to go with the assumption here being that this is shortly after AoU but before all the other shit that unfolds. As before, reader/you are Tony Stark's daughter with a deceased woman and he's raised you since you were hours old. I am not sure how far I will go with this yet but.. There will be massive changes to the last movie (Tony will not be dying) if I go that far. Also, when Pietro uses his native tongue, I'm using Romanian for a basis.

Summary ; Two to three days later, you encounter Pietro in the gym. After a rather... intense confrontation (in the sexually tense sense) you get the sense that somehow, he's staking his claim.

Translations needed ; -- thanks Google translator.

draga mea - my darling , Felul în care te miști este hipnotic, draga mea - the way you move is so hypnotic + — Nu mă pot opri să te privesc. - i can’t stop watching you. — E doar o zgârietură, prințesă. - it’s just a scratch, princess. + — Mulțumesc, pisicuță. - thank you, kitten.

Tag List ; @beardedbarba is the only person on my actual MCU taglist. However, I extend a courtesy tag to @readingandwritingandreading because I feel like they'll enjoy this. Feel free to ignore, bb.

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He spotted you the second you slunk in off the street with the Nike gym bag tossed over your shoulder. His eyes follow your body intently, fixed on and focused on the way your black leotard and the leopard print leggings fit you like a second skin. The oversized shirt you’ve got over the top of the leotard is somehow both loose and tight, tied at the bottom as one side of the garment seems to have given up in surrender and it’s hanging down below your shoulder.

If the spotter hadn’t grabbed the barbell in his hand, he’d have dropped it on his chest. You disappear into the dance studio and a few seconds later, some slow song by The Weeknd starts to play, filtering out the open door of the room you’re currently inside of.

Pietro rests the barbell against the supports made to hold it in place and he slips off the weight bench. In the blink of an eye, he’s leaned in the open door of the little dance studio and he’s watching you as you writhe, roll and leap around the room slowly. Gracefully.

In comparison to his super speed, it’s the total opposite. He shifts the way he stands and takes a shaky breath as the way your body felt against his and under his hands felt two nights ago during your little wordless encounter resurfaces.

This makes the speedster’s fists clench and flex at either side of his body and for lack of something else, something better to do with his hands, he folds his arms over his chest.

The song starts to fade out and your body comes to a stop, back against dark stained hardwood floorboards. Your arm raises and falls dramatically across your forehead and Pietro finds himself mesmerized by the hectic rise and fall of your chest, it’s damn near hypnotic, especially as your breathing starts to return to normal rhythm.

You pull yourself up from the floor and Pietro’s standing in front of you at the speed of light -quite literally. Your head tilts to one side and Pietro stares; hypnotized for a few seconds too long by the soft graceful curve of your neck. Fantasies of his mouth latching against your skin. His hands, all over your body.

You look light as a feather to him, he towers over you.

“Draga mea.” the words come out quiet. Husky and from way down in the depths of his chest and for a second or two, you’re mesmerized by ice blue eyes only to have your trance broken and your eyes drift down, settling on his mouth as his tongue dragged the outline of his lips, thick and wet.

You gulped. And despite any and all notions to stay where you were standing, you found yourself stepping just a little closer. And then a little more. Until no space remained and you could feel the firmness and the warmth of him pressed into you completely.

“— Felul în care te miști este hipnotic, draga mea.” he mumbles quietly. Shifting the way he’s standing but it’s too little, too late. One of his rough hands catches against your hip as the words come rolling out in his mother tongue and you tilt your head to look up at him, brows knit together in confusion. But he doesn’t repeat what he’s just said, instead, he continues to speak, “— Nu mă pot opri să te privesc.”

Your tongue drags over the outline of your lips, slow. You try to pull yourself out of his eyes but you can’t and you have the passing thought that it’s almost like being lost in a stormy sea. Then you want to smack yourself in the back of the head because you’ve spent two days telling yourself that no matter how strong the pull you felt to him was that night, it won’t happen again.

Now here it is, happening again.

And he’s talking to you in that damned seductive velvety growl - a langauge that you can’t understand but whatever he’s saying is said in such a way that you’re dripping, soaked almost uncomfortable with just two mere sentences, , distracting as hell in the tank top and track pants that hang just a little too loose and low on his hips.

His hand raises, busted knuckles graze against hair sticking to your forehead. The hair is brushed away and you lightly tap a sneaker against the wood floorboards as you try to process everything all at once. This feels like a game of cat and mouse. One that you won’t win.

You feel very much like prey under his calm blue sky gaze. And you’re not entirely sure how you feel about that fact. You pout a little, trying and failing to figure out what he could possibly be up to. Maybe he’d seen you lurking in the doorway of the gym down the hall, watching in awe as he hoisted heavy weight sets in the air as if they were feather light?

Maybe it’s payback, maybe it’s something else.

Either way, all you can do is stare. And the feeling you previously had about Pietro silently marking his territory is doubling by the second.

Your eyes catch on his knuckles and you grab hold of his hand before you can censor yourself, hissing quietly as you look at the healing damage. Your finger grazes over his knuckles and you shake your head. “If you’d stop fighting everybody that breathes.” you mumble, mostly to yourself and only half joking.

The chuckle that comes at your words is deep. His chest rumbles with it. You tilt your head to look up at him. “Did you even bother cleaning these out? Hm?”

Pietro shrugs.

“— E doar o zgârietură, prințesă.” he finally mumbles. You can feel your cheeks burn a little and you can feel ocean colored eyes as they burn into you intently. You finally manage to make yourself look up at him to find him staring at you. “C’mon.” you’re grabbing his hand, guiding him over to a long bench that lines one wall of the studio. Once you have him sitting down, you place his hand in your lap and he watches as you dig around in your gym bag for the bare bones you call a first aid kit that you usually keep on your person. You find an alcohol pad and you grab hold of his hand to pull it back into your lap and he hisses as the alcohol stings the wounds just a little, trying to wrench his hand away.

You gaze up at him patiently. Giving him another pout. “Can you just be still?”

The quiet and slow drawl of your voice has him compliant before he even fully stops to think about it and normally, he’d be a stubborn ass with most other people.

But you’re not most other people. You’re the girl he can’t seem to get off his mind lately and while it’s become something of a problem, an irritant if you will, he’s starting to realize that it’s something that’s also not going away anytime soon.

Because he’s tried fucking everything but so far, nothing’s worked.

And he knows by this point that you’re off limits, Bucky sat him down when he caught him staring at you after accompanying him to the gym earlier in the week. Before you showed up at the compound. Bucky told him in the firmest and most direct way possible that your father would never allow it.

And Pietro doesn’t want to allow it either. What he’ll be doing with the team is going to be dangerous at times. And it’s bad enough that his sister followed him straight into danger once already. The last thing he wants is you being put in harms way.

But he can’t fucking stay away. He can’t get you out of his head and it’s been this way for a while now.

He’s dangerously close to caving, just saying to hell with consequence because he just wants you so much. All to himself. In any way you’ll allow him to have you.

It’s the most he’s wanted anything in his entire life… Except for the period of time when he was hell-bent on revenge for his parents death and the destruction of his life.

You’re humming to yourself as you work the alcohol soaked pad over his knuckles and all he can do is stare at you. You can feel him watching you and when you finish, you look up. “That’ll do.” you mumble as you find yourself drowning in blue sky depths. You manage to tear your eyes off him and you turn to rifle through your bag again, this time producing just enough gauze to wrap the hand. You grab hold of his hand again and he tries to hold it away at first but you give him this little pout.

The pout and the way you tilt your head is going to be his ruin, he just knows it. Wordlessly, with a little scowl, he deposits his hand onto your lap again. Resting his palm flat against your thigh. Your breath catches in your throat for a second and when you finally breathe again, it comes out all shaky.

You wrap the gauze around his knuckles carefully and then you place his hand back into his own lap as you stand.

You’re halfway to the door of the studio when he presses against you from behind.

“— Mulțumesc, pisicuță.” he mumbles in that same velvet gravel husk. You turn to face him and this puts you body to body with him. You shrug. Raise up on your toes to give puffed up platinum hair a little fluff.

“Hm?” you mumble quietly as you stare up at him.

“I said.. Thank you, kitten.” Pietro mutters quietly. When he leans into you a little more, you gulp. You know the smart thing to do is probably to back away but for some reason, there’s a disconnect between your brain and the smart thing to do. Your stomach does a lazy flip when he calls you kitten because there’s this look of sheer hunger in his eyes that you try to convince yourself you’re imagining.

Or you’re trying to do that until he steps closer, leaving no space between your bodies in the open doorway of the dance studio. A bandaged hand raises and catches against the side of your face gingerly sending a hot flush to race through your body. “Again tomorrow?” he questions, a little smirk playing at his lips.

“Y-yeah. I’ve gotta work on my piece for the fall solo with my dance troupe.” you shrug as you say it and you want to kick yourself because somehow, the platinum blond towering over you right now has managed to make you a wet and stammering, rambling mess and he’s barely said or done anything to you in the first place.

He eyes you intently. Like he wants to say something but then just doesn’t. You bite your lip and shuffle your feet against the floor of the studio. “Can you stop fighting everybody who breathes? Please?” you ask the question quietly. With the gentlest teasing laugh. But you’re being serious.

“Perhaps.” he shrugs casually. The way muscles flex with the movement catches your eye and you swallow hard and try not to be hypnotized by the movement. “Maybe if they will stop saying disgusting things.”

“Listen.. That trainee you keep locking horns with is just a perv, alright? I busted his nose at my dad’s New Years Eve thing because he tried to cop a feel.”

For a split second, blue sky eyes cloud over and if you’d been looking down you would’ve seen the exact second his fist clenched at the side of his body. But you didn’t, luckily. And you’re completely clueless as to the fuel you’ve just added to the fire.

You step away and drag a hand through sweat dampened hair. “I’ll uh.. I’ll see you around.” you mumble quietly.

Pietro chuckles, a lopsided grin playing at his mouth. “Tomorrow.”

And you nod as you hurry out of the gym and in your haste to just… get somewhere to breathe and attempt pulling yourself together again, you nearly walk into the damned men’s shower just up the hall.

“Fuck my life.” you palm at your forehead as you hurry and make your way out of the gym and into the crowded street.

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wanna be yours pt five | mcu ; p.maximoff

A/N ; Okay, so first of all... Oops. i have not updated this in lifetimes. I honestly got a little stuck as to what I wanted to do next BUT... trying to work on this pivotal future scene for a Stranger Things x reader fic I'm writing ironically is what brought me this idea? So anyway, yeah... This is uh... spicy.

Pairing ; Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part I - part II - part III - part IIII can all be found by clicking. after AoU, Stark will not be dying, Pietro did not die, and frankly, Idk how much of the events in the actual films I'm pulling from just yet -if any. I might just do this like a lil "sneaky" relationship kind of thing, maaaybe.

Tag List ; @beardedbarba is the only person on my MCU masterlist however, I would like to tag @micolegg - feel free to ignore if you like dear! . if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including MCU , please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; blackout, reader is scared of the dark ooh, dry humping -kinda, making out on the couch in the dark, cute fluffy moments leading up to that.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (headcanons fluff/filth alphabet only + no wrestling) -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

Everyone else was on a mission or out on the town for a night. This left you and Pietro alone together in the towers. You settled in on the sofa with red vines, popcorn, sour patch kids and a few sodas and your favorite horror movies and you figured that at some point, Pietro must have left too because you hadn’t seen him in hours.

Nightmare on Elm Street was just getting to the really good part, one of the gorier ones in the movie where Glenn is pretty much eaten by his waterbed and then thrown up all over his bedroom walls and ceiling. The storm that’s been threatening to hit for hours by now finally decides to start and outside in the city, the thunder and lightning roll noisily in the sky. At one point, just as Glenn is about to get it, you can feel someone watching you, so you pause the movie on the big screen and you turn around to find only yourself in the room.

You shrug it off and lean forward, picking up the package of red vines and peeling one away. As you raise it to your mouth to take a bite, eyes glued to the bloodbath on the screen in front of you, Pietro’s sudden appearance in the room makes you jump up a foot in the air and clutch your heart as the scream dies on your lips.

He glances at the screen and cringes, chuckling quietly. “How do you watch this shit, draga mea?”

“With my eyes, Pietro.” you retort, giving him a playful smirk. Pietro falls to the couch right beside you and you nearly choke on the bite you’d taken of your red vine when you feel his hair against your bare thigh upon sitting down again. You can feel the damp of his hair against your leg. You can also feel his eyes fix on you and linger.

But you don’t say anything to acknowledge it. You’ve gotten used to him being around. And now that he’s actually started to talk to you more instead of just being sexy and broody all the time when he’s lingering like this, it’s kind of nice.

Comforting.

Your hand lowers and cards through damp platinum and brown curls as you continue to watch the rest of the movie. Pietro rolls onto his side at one point and when his mouth grazes against the exposed skin of your thigh, it’s like someone’s just given you a low volt electric shock. And your tummy flutters a little before you can stop it from happening. After he settles into place, you lower your hand again, dragging it back through his hair.

He looks up at you and bites his lip, his eyes settling on your mouth for seconds that stretch and linger just long enough that you can feel your stomach really flutter as your lips tingle and you find yourself unable to think about anything other than what his mouth might taste like.

The movie playing comes to an end and you look down at him. “Do you wanna watch something different?” as you hold out the slim remote in your hand. Pietro takes it and as the remote changes hands, your fingers brush against his palm and you bite your lip. He pulls himself to a sitting position and starts to flip through the movies you have saved on your profile on the television.

As the realization hits that you only have horror, true crime documentaries or those silly romantic movies saved, Pietro’s gaze shifts to you. Then he smirks. He picks the first Indiana Jones movie and holds the remote back out to you. You take it and stifle a yawn as you sit it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Pietro glances at his leg and stares at you and you swallow hard.

“If you’re tired.” he says with a mild shrug. You know it’s probably not a smart idea all things considered, but your desire to be close to him outweighs rational thought at the moment so you stretch out on the sofa with your head on his thigh. The opening credits roll and Pietro’s fingers move through your hair slow as he settles in. You reach out to grab the bowl of popcorn and with a chuckle, he grabs it first. You pout and he shrugs, taking a handful for himself. “Open your mouth.” he mutters quietly. When you do, he tosses a piece of popcorn in. You roll onto your side so that you can reach up into the bowl and you dig around, collecting a handful for yourself. “Open your mouth.” you’re smirking when you look up at him and say it.

This turns into you and Pietro, sitting up on the sofa and tossing popcorn at each other’s open mouths. Laughing about it when him or you misses. The storm outside picks up and the electricity flickers for a moment and then it’s total darkness.

Because while your father is Tony Stark, this does not mean that the Tower is immune to blackouts.

You’ve never particularly liked the dark and the blackout happens quick enough that before you’ve realized what you’ve done, you’re sitting in Pietro’s lap. You hide your face because it’s so stupid and childish, it’s only a little storm and darkness.

Muscular arms wrap around you before he can think to stop himself. Thick fingers drag up and down your back, trailing over your spine as he pulls away a little to look at you in concern. “Afraid?”

“Ha ha.” you mumble, pouting. “I know it’s stupid, I just… I hate these fucking blackouts. The darkness, bad storms and small spaces are my biggest three fears.”

Pietro makes a mental note of this, although… In the back of his mind, he can’t say he’s entirely displeased about the fact that the blackout and the storm have led to you, sitting in his lap with your head against his neck. The scent of strawberry and cream shampoo filling his nose as his nose nestles against the top of your head. He can feel his cock getting harder by the second so in order to keep things from being too awkward, he shifts himself around a little.

But it doesn’t help.

And as the storm starts to intensify, you seem to melt into him and breathe in and out, the soft warmth of your breath tickling at his neck. His fingers dig into your body a little and he’s humming because he wants to relax you while taking his own mind off of the effect your body against his body is having on him.

But the humming doesn’t actually work. And then you’re looking up at him and all he can do is stare at your lips with heavy debate on kissing you. You swallow hard because you can’t stop staring at his mouth and when he drags his tongue along the outline of his lips while staring at your mouth, you can’t take another second.

Your hands drift upward, one resting against the thick column of his neck as your fingers caress his cheeks. The other hand clutches at his bare chest. Before you know it, you’ve settled yourself even closer to his body with your legs wrapped around his waist as your mouth slowly closes the distance to his. Pietro seems to pick up on what’s happening at the same time and he starts to lean in too, his rough lips collide with yours as his hand tangles up in your hair and uses the grip he has on it to deepen the kiss. The first time he rolls his hips up into you from below, your nails dig against his chest until there are little crescents in his skin. His tongue dominates and he’s mumbling to himself in a mix of Sokovian and English, kissing you harder and more frantically until you’ve forgotten to breathe a time or two and you can feel your lips start to swell. His hands are all over you, they won’t stay still or settled in one place too long and the more he touches you, the more you come alive in his lap. Rocking yourself against the way he’s pitched a tent in the track pants he’s wearing. And those track pants are thin. Unforgiving. You can feel every single inch with each rub against him.

You pull apart to breathe and you’re dizzy and breathless. As you both catch your breath, you lean against him.

One thing is inescapable for you. Now that you know what his kiss and his touch feels like, how can you possibly expect yourself to keep trying to fight whatever is happening off?

You can’t. You’re fucked.

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wanna be yours pt III | mcu ; p.maximoff

A/N ; And here we are. Another chapter and even more intense sexual tension. Maybe a lil softness here and there too. This just came to me on a whim earlier so I present it to you without any beta whatsoever because honestly, I fly by the seat of my ass here. Anyway, let's get to it, shall we? There will be more parts to this incoming.

Pairing ; Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Fem reader. I realize this possibly narrows the whole 'reader' thing, but alas... I will try to be as vague as humanly possible so that anybody who wants can imagine themselves in this, I'm still new to this tho.

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part I || part II can be found by clicking the links I just gave. Again, let it be noted.. This is after AoU. Before all the other shit and Pietro's death is ignored. Also, Spidey makes an intro to the fold a little sooner because sue me, Reader needs her psuedo lil bro and she will in the future parts of this too. We're also pretending that Stark Towers is not destroyed or that it's been renovated / rebuilt and the Avengers are now staying at the tower and working at the compound. Makes sense? I hope so.

Tag List ; @beardedbarba is the only person on my MCU tag list. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including fandom piece in question is for, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; Even more heavy lingering sexual tension, babes and dolls. Even more. This is going to be one of those intense ones, me thinks. There is just a little touching, an intimate moment here and there but overall, this one is safe to read.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

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Translations if any; — Ți-e foame, prințesă? - “ are you hungry, princess?” -- thanks to google translate. as per usual, draga mea means my darling / my dear and I'm basing Sokovian on Romanian.

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“It’s impressive.” Wanda mumbles from beside her twin. Pietro’s eyes flit around the massive foyer of Stark Towers and he shrugs. But his eyes are still wandering and Wanda doesn’t need her nifty little abilities to know exactly what her twin is searching for. Or who, more to the point. She gives him a nudge as Natasha tosses keycards on a lanyard in their direction. Pietro catches his and turns it over in his hands, gazing at the credit card sized plastic just to avoid the pointed look his twin is giving him.

Natasha speaks up. “The living space out here, the game room, the kitchen, the bar, the home gym and the home theater and the spa are ours to use too. We just have to stay out of the garage, the basement lab and the fourth wing.”

“What’s the fourth wing?” Peter Parker asks.

Bucky chuckles and reaches out, smacking the bright eyed teenager in the back of the head. “That’s baby Stark’s personal wing. You oughta know that, kid.” and briefly, the hardened soldier locks eyes with Pietro Maximoff and shakes his head while mouthing, “Don’t you fucking dare either, kid or so help me God.”

And almost as if summoned, you wander out into the living room, pausing at a control panel on the wall. The ambience of the room goes from soft classic rock to loud and angry hard rock with heavy emphasis on guitars and screaming. It's Avenged Sevenfold, this is what they're known for and also, they happen to be one of your many favorite bands...

You wander right past the group lingering in the room and into the kitchen, your nose stuck in a thick book as you walk.

Wanda elbows her twin. Pietro’s gaze is locked on you and he’s biting his lip. He’s doing that thing he does where he’s thinking entirely too hard about doing something that’s likely not a good idea. Wanda palms her face.

Peter nudges Pietro. “Dude, I’ve seen her leg sweep a guy.” Peter nods at you and laughs to himself in amusement upon seeing the way Pietro is staring at you like you're on fire and he's got a hose.

“Mhm.” Pietro’s only half listening, instead he’s watching you as you slice tomato on a carving board. You pile the tomato into a bowl. A few seconds later, you’re tearing lettuce and letting the leafy green vegetable fall into a slightly bigger silver bowl. Then you’re scaling the counter, poking around in a cabinet that’s way over your head, pots and pans clanging together noisily as you dig into the cabinet as deep as you can. You find the frying pan and in your triumph, you lose your balance a little.

Before you even have a chance to steady yourself on your own, Pietro’s taken off in a blue streak blur and he’s scooped you up into strong arms bridal style just as you nearly take a tumble off of your high perch. You stare at him with a raised brow and wide eyes as you blow some hair out of your face. Pietro stands you on your own feet in the kitchen and he’s doing that thing again where he lingers, towering over you. Staring at you intently as if he wants to say something.

Blue sky eyes settle on the various ingredients spread out on the counter and the battered Ace of Spades playing card that’s marking your page in the thick textbook you’d been reading as you navigated the living room a few minutes before. He nods to the ingredients and chuckles quietly.

“— Ți-e foame, prințesă?” the question is asked quietly. You tilt your head and you’re pouting at him. “English, please? Or at least, y’know… Teach me your language?”

Pietro leans in a little. “I asked if you are hungry, princess.” as he nods to the food on the counter again. You glance back at it and laugh softly while nodding. “Starved, actually. I kind of missed lunch today. I was working, it slipped my mind.” you shrug as you say it.

“How do you forget to eat?”

“Uh, you realize who my father is, yeah? It’s a genetic thing.” you shuffle bare feet against the marble flooring of the kitchen as you try to look somewhere else, anywhere else but his eyes. But you’re lost in them and drowning all over again.

You jump a little, startled when Natasha makes her way in, watching you and Pietro like a hawk. A little smirk on her face as she opens the fridge and digs around until she finds her usual beverage of choice. Once she’s popped the cap against the edge of the quartz countertop, she shotguns the drink down and drags her hand across the back of her mouth, glancing at Pietro.

“Stop bothering her, Speedy.”

“He’s not, uh.. He’s not bothering me, Nat. It’s fine.” you smile to reassure the older woman. You nod to the thick book sitting nearby. “That’s what’s bothering me and if Finals week doesn’t hurry and end I swear to God I’ll punt that book out of the Tower.”

“I thought you were in the dorms.” Natasha questions.

“I was. But my roommate is in the honeymoon phase with this idiot she met on a dating app, so…. Home it is, I guess.” you grimace and Natasha laughs. “Yeah, I don’t blame you.” and she’s made herself comfortable sitting on the kitchen island as she takes a tomato slice and pops it into her mouth, much to your chagrin.

Pietro’s gaze lingers on you. You reach for the soda you’d gotten yourself while foraging through the fridge across the kitchen and you twist off the cap and take a sip, staring right back at him. Stepping just a little closer before you even realize you’ve done it.

Natasha clears her throat and glances from you to Pietro and then hops down from the counter, sauntering out of the room. You take a deep breath or two and they come out just a little shakier than they should have. Pietro chuckles. “Relax, draga mea. You seem so tense.”

“Tense. Yeah, that’s uh.” you raise a hand to drag it through your hair and blue eyes fix on the movement intently, distracted by it for a few seconds. “That’s one way to put it, I guess.” - oh you're tense alright. the sheer sexual tension you feel right now is almost overwhelming but you're not admitting to that, oh no.

A throat clears from the kitchen door and a girl wanders in. When she lapses into the same language Pietro uses around you a lot, you glance from one to the other. Scarlet Witch.. Pietro's twin, Wanda Maximoff...Your father told you about both of them joining the team, he mentioned it casually a while back.

You smile when she happens to look up and catch you watching them. Then you grab the package of bacon you’d been about to fry for the biggest bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich you can possibly make yourself in one sitting and you turn your attention to the stove, turning it on.

You plop down a few pieces of bacon into the pan and the whispering back and forth heatedly continues behind you between the Maximoff twins. You can’t really understand it and you’re really not trying to listen, but every now and then a word or two grabs your attention and you wonder what they mean.

Grease pops out of the pan and splashes your wrist and you swear under your breath, holding your wrist against your body for a second or two to dull the sting. You didn’t realize he’d come across the room until he reached out and grabbed hold of your wrist, studying it with brows knit in concern.

“It’s just a little bacon grease. It’ll sting then it’ll be fine. Just hurt like hell.” you reassure him. Pietro nods and he mutters something under his breath and in his mother tongue that you can’t understand. That you’re probably not meant to understand. Which has you frowning a little because you want to know what he’s saying when he talks to you in Sokovian.

Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play and you hum along quietly as you grab a pair of tongs from the utensil holder by the stove and begin to pull crispy strips of bacon from the hot pan. You turn to Wanda and Pietro. “Do you guys want one? It’s fine, there’s enough tomato and lettuce. Definitely enough bacon.” you nod to the bowls in question. The twins share a look and Wanda politely shakes her head No. Pietro shrugs. “ I could eat.”

“You’re always hungry.” Wanda retorts, giving her brother a teasing look as she laughs.

Wanda turns and walks out of the kitchen and Peter, the kid your father has taken under his wing, he wanders in. You grin at the bright eyed teenager. “Hey, Parker! You hungry?”

“Is it bacon, lettuce and tomato?” Peter asks with a broad grin.

“That’s the only thing I know to make beside grilled cheese, buddy.” you smile back and shrug almost apologetically. "Sadly.. My dad's great at a lot of things.. Cooking so he could show me how is not one of them. But he's learning. At least one of us is," you laugh softly.

“Yeah, that’s right. The last time you tried to cook the fire department was called in.”

“Oh fuck you!” you pout at the teenager and he laughs. Raising one side of your thick text book to look at the title. “You’re in medicine? I thought you were going into somethin else?”

“Mhm. Nursing. I decided I wanted to go into it to help people as best as I can.” you smile as you say it. Peter grins and pulls himself up onto one of the tall stools. Pietro, you notice, is giving the teenage boy a dirty look. You laugh softly. And despite trying not to, you find yourself stepping even closer to Pietro Maximoff.

He mirrors it and one of his hand lingers close to one of your hips. You glance down at his hand when it grazes your hips and you bite your lip quietly. Peter makes his way out of the kitchen after mumbling something about needing to breathe and you swallow hard.

Now that he’s mentioned it, the air is thick again. When is it not thick when Pietro Maximoff is present, though. That's the real question.

You spread mayonnaise on two slices of bread and begin piling tomato, lettuce shreds and bacon onto your sandwich. Pietro is still lingering close behind you and when his hand grazes your side again you gasp quietly and glance sideways over your shoulder at him. A soft giggle leaving your mouth.

You start to make another sandwich for Pietro and you feel his chest press into your back carefully as he watches you, reaching out to steal a strip of bacon before you can swat away his hand. You finish making the sandwich for him and turn to face him, holding it up to him. Smiling a sweet little smile that Pietro stares at for longer than he probably should have. He wants to stop staring, to stop touching you and stop being so painfully aware of you but it’s like he can’t. He’s tried everything he can within reason to do so. Nothing has worked yet.

You’re literally the one girl he wants more than any one in the past and you’re also the one girl who happens to be off limits.

And it’s driving him crazy, he doesn’t know how much more he can take.

You take a bite of your own sandwich and Pietro reaches out, dragging his thumb across your cupids bow. Fighting off the urge to groan at the way your lip felt like velvet under his thumb. Or the way it quivered.

He licks his thumb quietly and chuckles. “Messy eater, draga mea.”

Your eyes are glued to his thumb as he does it and you can feel your thighs clench so much tighter. To counter this, you shuffle your bare feet against the marble floor. And you finally manage to look anywhere else but his mouth. Or his hands.

“Kind of.” you shrug and smile. “I’m gonna go watch General Hospital now.” you announce as you gather your soda and the massive sandwich you’ve made yourself and wander into the living room. As you flip through the channels on the massive television on the wall, you can feel Pietro’s sister watching you intently.

You glance over as you stop the tv on General Hospital right as the opening credits roll and you take a bite of your sandwich. Wanda moves so that she’s sitting next to you.

After a long pause when you’re getting absorbed in the latest drama to befall your favorite mob don, Sonny Corinthos, Wanda gasps quietly.

You glance over at her.

“Hm?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” but Wanda says it quickly. A little too quickly.

The reason for her gasp was because she accidentally brushed against you and the second she did, she got to see in high definition clarity exactly what you were thinking in regards to her brother, Pietro. She also got a real good glimpse into the way he’s been plaguing your filthiest dreams every single night and exactly how frustrated you are because you can’t figure him out.

Wanda smiles to herself. Nods to the television. “What is going on here?”

“That’s a mob meeting. Sonny’s trying to take down a rival family, I think.. Or he’s being threatened by one. They’re discussing how to handle it.” you explain, throwing up your hands in annoyance when Sonny’s wife wanders onto the screen. “Go away, Carly, oh my god.” you groan as you palm your face. Wanda laughs softly and nods to the screen again. “You don’t like her?”

“I mean, she’s okay? She’s just very, very… Involved. It’s invasive. And nine out of ten, when she does get in the middle of something she makes it so much worse..” you cringe as you listen to Carly talking to someone on the phone a scene later. “I swear to God, if she even thinks about it.”

Wanda laughs again. And she watches you quietly, smiling to herself.

Maybe she could drop a few hints with her brother, ease his mind. She’d never seen him twist himself inside and out quite so much before. Normally, he kept it fairly surface level, stealing the girl who caught his eye little gifts and trinkets, flirting openly. For some reason, whenever he tried with her he claimed that the words wouldn’t come.

Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe he needed to keep doing exactly what he was doing.

Wanda rose from the couch and made her way into the kitchen where her brother sat eating the sandwich you’d made for him.

“It might interest you to know that she feels… Very intense things for you as well. Don’t make a mess of this, Pietro. This better not be one of your little whirlwind flings. She’s been hurt a lot, I think.”

Out in the living room, you yell at the television set and as you make your way into the kitchen to grab another soda for yourself, you’ve got your hands thrown up in disgust. “I can’t with that show.” you grumble aloud as you step past Pietro and open the doors to the fridge, digging around until you find your usual brand of soda.

You can feel Pietro’s eyes fix on you intently. Practically burning a hole right through you as he stares. You pretend you don’t as best as you can and you wander over, picking up the textbook you left behind on the kitchen island. Then you wander into the living room and switch off the television set. You settle in on the couch with every intention to study, but at some point, you doze off.

Pietro happens to catch sight of you sleeping on the sofa and he shuts the book open in front of you, careful to place the battered Ace of Spades on the page where you left off. Then he tells himself he’ll just walk away, but he can’t. It’s as if his feet have grown roots.

He spots a sweater knit throw blanket draped over the arm of the couch on one end and he grabs it, spreading it out over your body. Then after smoothing his hand over the way your hair is fanned out all around you, he hurries off to his assigned wing in the tower.

And he knows he’ll try and try but given what Wanda’s told him tonight, sleep probably won’t come fast or easy because now he knows that whatever he feels right now is mutual. And he knows he’ll never be able to keep ignoring it or pretending that he doesn’t feel the way he feels.

You’re under his skin. Deep under his skin. And now, he knows that he’s not the only one affected.

Now, the only question is… Does he abide by what everyone keeps insisting -that you’re off limits, or does he act on what he wants most?

It’s gonna be a long night for Pietro Maximoff. A very long night.

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wanna be yours part IIII | mcu ; p.maximoff

A/N ; Whew, shit. Okay, listen.. This one is intense -as the previous 3 BUT BUT.. hear me out. A cute lil lunch date situation. Where they're talking a little more and Pietro isn't being all weird and broody. I mean, he still is because the poor bastard is gobsmacked by cupid right now but anyway, i digress. This idea was cute so when it popped up, I rolled with it a little. I have other cute plans too in light of the plot development that is Stark!Reader and Pietro under the same roof at the towers currently, I can't wait either, holy shiiit.

Pairing ; Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Fem reader.

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; this is set after AoU with the caveat that Pietro obviously didn't die. That the Stark Tower has been rebuilt and apparently, for the time being, the team -and Stark!reader, will be cohabitating and also, this only very loosely miiight even halfway follow the timeline of the MCU in general with any changes I see fit. I'm writing this in the pretense that Pietro was gravely injured and as a result, he's currently recovering (rebuilding his superspeed completely as well as some other things). Other parts to this can be found I-here II-here III-here by clicking. It is.. definitely advised to read those first and then come back here.

Tag List ; @beardedbarba and @nos4ra2 are the only people on the taglist . if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including my MCU content, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; holy shit.. the sexual tension -and Pietro being a poor broody bastard in love, are real. There's a lil cuteness too. Just to yannow.. break up the tension and intensity.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

Translations, if any ; „Mi-a furat inima”. - she stole my heart + "Când am văzut-o, a fost ca și cum totul în jurul meu... s-a oprit." - “ When I saw her it was like everything around me just…stopped.”

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Today was different. Today when he passed the little dance studio down the hall from the workout room, you weren’t alone. No, you had about 10 little girls present, all ranging in age from 6 to at least 13. There was an older woman present, scowling at Pietro as she shut the door firmly in his face. But Pietro wouldn’t be deterred and he made his way to one of the full wall windows towards the end of the little rectangular shaped room, peering inside.

Watching you as you helped the youngest of the little dancers with her form. Chuckling to himself as he rubbed his chin in thought. And this is where Bucky Barnes found him.

“Kid, we’ve had this discussion. Stark isn’t even gonna let you breathe her air. Why can’t you just find another gal, huh?” the older super soldier held Pietro’s gaze but only barely. Pietro kept stealing glimpses into the little room at you, he couldn’t help himself and it was a compulsion at this point. Bucky chuckles to himself and steps into the path of the young Sokovian’s view. He folds his arms across his chest and clears his throat. “You gonna answer that, Speedy?”

Pietro shrugs. “Because I don’t want another girl.” he admits, his words trailing off at the end. “And I don’t care what Stark thinks of it, either. She is…” he rubs his chin thoughtfully. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me, kid. Look, all I’m trying to do is prevent you from gettin strangled by an overprotective father, alright? Just tell me, kid. ‘S not like I’m gonna tell anybody else.”

Pietro’s antsy. One, because he doesn’t enjoy standing still for long at all and it’s almost impossible to do most of the time thanks to his super human physiology, and two, because he doesn’t enjoy explaining himself to anybody. And he really doesn’t even know how to begin explaining this. But the super soldier blocking his view at the moment isn’t going to let up until he’s gotten his answer, so Pietro finally responds.

„Mi-a furat inima”.

Bucky rubs his chin. He chuckles quietly. “She did, huh?”

Pietro nods. Chuckles quietly and then he continued, "Când am văzut-o, a fost ca și cum totul în jurul meu... s-a oprit."

“This isn’t some little game to you, huh?” Bucky questions, searching the younger speedsters eyes for any hint that he might be up to something. Given the dubious way that himself and the Maximoff twins entered the fold, he’s just trying to look out for the younger male. They’re kind of the outsiders in the situation.

When he doesn’t see any sign of his first suspicions being true, he takes a deep breath. “Okay, alright. But if you don’t listen to anything else I tell ya kid, listen to this. Stop lurking around all silent and broody. See, women think they want somebody mysterious and broody but really all most of ‘em want is for the guy to be himself and not be a jackass towards ‘em. The whole lurker thing you’ve got going on is..” Bucky chuckles as he drags the metal hand over his head, “Kinda fucking creepy, alright?”

Pietro nods and he mulls it over.

Stealing little gifts worked when he wasn’t looking for anything serious. The only problem with that whole idea was that he wanted something serious this time. And he wanted to make that known right off the bat. But his sister, Natasha and Bucky all made very good points individually. And they all seemed to agree that the lurking thing just wasn’t getting him what he wanted, and it definitely wasn’t getting him what he wanted any faster.

To quote his twin, you were torn between curious, lusting after him and deeper down, being just a little scared or uncomfortable whenever he tended to hover and lurk wordlessly.

“C’mon. We’re here to train, punk. Not lurk around outside a dance studio.” Bucky encouraged the younger male, nodding in the direction of the gym.

“Does this mean you are on my side then, Barnes?” Pietro questions warily.

Bucky mulled it over and shrugged. But in a firm tone he added, “If you make me regret this kid, so help me God..”

Pietro takes a deep breath and he taunts Bucky as he takes off in a blue streak blur down to the weight room leaving Bucky to swear in the middle of the hallway.

You caught yourself distracted on more than one occasion as you tried to lead the younger girls you’d been tasked with taking into a class. And this only made the grim-faced old woman grumble in frustration or roll her eyes and throw up her hands in annoyance. By the end of the little class you’d been tasked to lead you were at least halfway sure that you wouldn’t be asked again, so it came as a surprise when the woman lingered a minute or two after the younger girls had left.

“You handled yourself reasonably well. With a little work you could even be kind of good. Not good like me but good.” the woman’s blunt opinion had you biting your cheek just to keep from saying something in a moment of annoyance. It wasn’t as if you asked her to stick around, after all. You managed a smile, you thanked her politely. And the second she was gone from the studio, you shut the door and sat down on the floor, your back leaning against it.

There was a quiet knock at the door and you grumble quietly to yourself as you stand and pull the door open. Pietro whizzes past and he’s behind you, chuckling quietly as he leans against the barre along the one long mirrored wall.

You pout a little, blowing at sweaty strands of hair sticking to your forehead. Your chest is heaving and Pietro crosses the room. He remembers what Bucky warned him about and the conversation he had with both his sister and Natasha as well.

He remembers that you’re very.. Unsure of him. Attracted to him the same as he is to you, but unsure of him because he just seems to lurk quietly. And he’s always touching, staring.

This is what prompts him to speak up when he can finally manage to stop staring at you. “You look angry.”

You laugh. “Not really. A little annoyed, if anything.” you’re shocked because this is more than Pietro usually says to you for the most part. He steps closer, brows knit together in concern. “Why?” he asks quietly. If there’s anything he can do to ease the situation he knows that he’ll go and do it with zero hesitation and that thought both freaks him out and blows his mind.

The speedster is out of his depth here. You -and the way he feels about you, were never things he planned on having happen to him but now that it has, he’s impatient. Desperate, and oh so annoyed at himself for the way you make him feel. The fact that you’re clearly his Achilles heel -and most certainly a distraction, has him in awe and at the same time, it frustrates him because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. At all.

Everyone before you was at best a surface level attraction. Physical. Short. Fleeting. In and out of his life at twice the speed Pietro Maximoff is used to moving normally.

You laugh softly. “Condescending old hag who was in here earlier shadowing the class she twisted my arm to teach. Then she has the nerve to tell me that if I keep up dancing I might be half as good as her. The last time she had her name in lights was probably before Barnes or Rogers took the serum. And she wasn’t ever actually in anything big. She’s awfully full of herself for somebody who never actually made it.” you feel like a bitch for ranting and saying all the things you’ve just said, but the entire tone the older woman took with you just didn’t sit right at all.

You really are your father’s daughter. You’ve never taken kindly to being talked down to.

You apologize to Pietro for the rant and you nod to the door. “Boxing again?”

Pietro shrugs. He chuckles quietly. “It is something to do to pass the time, draga mea.”

You nod, you laugh softly. Wanda might have mentioned that while she enjoyed having idle time to just decompress after all they’d been through, Pietro was clawing at walls. He didn’t like having idle hands or an idle mind. “It’s because they won’t send you out, right?”

Pietro frowns but he nods. Neither of you seem to notice that the space between your bodies is growing smaller and smaller by the second until you feel the firm and the searing heat you’ve come to affiliate with the speedster you’re pressed against at the moment and the quietest gasp leaks from your mouth before you can stop it. His hand grips your hip and thick, rough fingers dig against the thin fabric of your favorite leotard. You tilt your head to look up at him. You give this teasing little smile. “Will you just like… relax? I thought my father and I were the definition of all stressed with nobody to choke but you’re so tense I half expect you to take flight any second.”

Pietro takes a shaky deep breath. His thumb rolls over the outline of your hip and he swallows hard. “Relax, she says.” he laughs softly.

“Yeah.” you mumble, gulping to try and get rid of the lump as it grows in your throat.

“Are you hungry?” you ask the question quietly after at least five seconds have passed and the tension is so thick, so palpable between the two of you that you can’t take it another second. Pietro thinks it over and gives you that lazy little smirk. The cocky one that currently haunts your filthiest dreams.

“Always, draga mea.” and just the husk in his voice when he answers has you squeezing your thighs together until they ache because there’s this light burning in baby blue eyes that tells you he definitely meant the innuendo hidden in the answer.

The only question you’re left with no answer to is whether this is just a game to him or whether he legitimately wants you. The former seems more likely but the latter… The latter is what you desire most down deep.

Before you can even get out that you know a really good diner down the block, Pietro has picked you up and he’s holding you bridal style in strong arms as the downtown area of your city blazes past you in lightning speed, it’s dizzying. So much so that you have to hide your face in his neck and cling to him. But then it’s still. You’re standing body to body outside of the diner in question and he chuckles.

“Your usual, yes?”

“How’d…” you start to ask him how he knows that but all he gives in response to your half spoken question is one of those cocky little grins and a shrug as he pushes open the door for you and you duck beneath a muscular arm to step into the crowded diner.

The back booth is the one you always sit at. It’s your seat. It’s been your seat since your father found this place when you were around 6 and he was looking for pancakes after a particularly long night filled with lots of alcohol and lots of swearing and throwing things around in his basement lab at the tower. When he found the little obscure diner, he rushed right back home and woke you up despite all the nanny at the time’s protests.

Because the nannies might have been a necessary evil but they have never been as prominent in your life as your father.

You shake the memory from your mind and as you slip into the booth on your usual side, Pietro sinks down to sit right next to you. You bite your lip as you glance up at him. Pietro takes a menu, blue eyes scan the list of all the food offered.

“I think, draga mea…” he smiles at you, “I will get what you always do.” and there’s almost this teasing gleam in his eyes as they fix on you. “Has t’ be good if the little noises you make are anything to go by.”

You laugh softly but your body is burning up.

A muscular arm settles against the booth at your back and his fingertips graze against your shoulders. And yet again, your entire body feels like a raw nerve. Like someone’s dragging a live wire over you and sending electricity throughout.

His eyes catch on the photo of you and your father that you’ve chosen as a lock screen. It’s Christmas when you were 5. The year he got you every single Hot Wheels you even gave a backwards glance to at the toystore. And the biggest race track you’d ever lain eyes on. And Tony Stark wouldn’t be him if he didn’t find some way to make the whole thing even better by taking the track, assembling it on a big table he found at some secondhand store in Brooklyn along with motorizing the entire thing.

Pietro laughs and nods to the photo.

“Daddy’s girl, are you?” he teases gently. Almost affectionately. You stick out your tongue and nod. The waitress comes to take your order and once she’s gone again, Pietro is quiet. Staring at the tabletop like he’s lost in thought.

And he is. Because once again, he’s trying to remind himself that in order to get what he wants, it’s not his speed that will benefit him most this time. It’s slowing down the pace. Actually getting to know you. Proving to you that he wants this to be real and he has no intention to go anywhere. That he’s different than the others that Natasha told him about.

That he wants you and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

Slow is harder for him but in this case, it is a necessary evil.

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Ghost of You — Chapter 1

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Warnings: some swear words, handsome ghosts, mentions of drugs and shock therapy, mentions of dead, mentions of neglect.

Word Count: 1174

I never asked to be born like this, or to even be born at all. But there's nothing I can do about it, so I might as well just women up and deal with it.

In my experience, ghosts tend to like me more than living people do and it's okay, 'cause the feeling's mutual.

Now people may think I'm crazy and maybe they're right, but it's fine, I made peace with it a long time ago.

I was 7 years old the first time I came face to face with a ghost, but it wasn't until I was 9 that I told my father about my ghosts friends. To make it short, he didn't take it well, AT ALL. He thought I had finally lost it and after like two psychologists, he decided it was best to throw me into a madhouse, that way no one would ever hear about the defective daughter of the all mighty Anthony Stark and his reputation would be intact.

I bet it worked fantastically for him, but for me? Not so much. I've spend more time within the four walls of the isolation room than I have in the real world, but finally, after 12 years, I'm finally considered mentally healed, a subtle term meaning they've drugged and electroshock me enough times that it's medically impossible that I'm not healed (but jokes on them, it didn't work 'cause I'm not mad and because I'm an excellent actor, after all, the best ghosts actresses taught me how to pretend like everything's fine).

So here am I, packing the few things I own in my room, consisting on my tiger blanket that Happy Hogan gifted me for my 15 birthday when he came to visit, by himself, as always, since my father can't bother to visit his only biological spawn, it's okay though, no hard feelings, only boss girl vibes allowed. Anyways, as I'm packing my avocado panties I sense someone behind me.

"Are those new? I don't think I've ever seen them before" said Pietro Maximoff, the most annoying ghost e-v-e-r, peeking over my shoulder.

"That, my hole-y friend, it's none of your business" I said as I turn around to face him with my hand on my waist.

"Hole-y? Really y/n?" he asked raising a thick brow with eyes full of amusement.

"Oh come on, you gotta admit it was pretty clever"

"Whatever you say" he smirked passing through me, knowing damn well I hate when he does that. I shiver at the feeling, like a mix of getting a bucket of ice water poured in your head and eating sand.

"What are you doing anyway? What's this suitcase for?" Pietro asks eyeing its interior curiously. "You going somewhere?"

"Yeah, I was discharged" I close the bag. "I'm finally getting rid of you" I said half joking with a smile in my face. At the silence I look up to him, he doesn't look back at me but keeps looking at the ground. Immediately I feel guilt at what I said, how stupid of me, I'm no doubt the only living person he has spoken to since the day he died and probably the only person that reminds him what being alive feels like.

"Hey, I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean it. I mean, don't get me wrong, you are the biggest pain in the ass but I'll probably miss you, you know?." I say, but he doesn't move, doesn't speak, I don't even think he's breathing (do ghosts breath?) if I didn't know any better I would think he died, again. He looks up and smirks at me. There it is.

"Someone's getting cheesy"he joked looking at me while stretching his limbs in the little chair he was sitting on, but even though he's smiling the way he said it made me uneasy, like something was wrong.

"I take it back"

"Can't, I'll remember it my whole life"

"Jokes on you, you're dead" I take my suitcase and open the door of my room, where Dr. Ivanov is waiting for me. I freeze. I'm sure he listened, he's going to send me back and I haven't even left my room. I'm screwed, big time. Maybe I should just drop dead, it looks fancier than one more day in this hell hole. But he just smiles. HE SMILED. He never smiles, I didn't think he knew how. Maybe I'm dreaming or I actually died and he's smiling at my dead body. Yeah, no, stop it, now you do sound crazy.

"Who's dead?" he asks as he guides me through the hallway. Think y/n, THINK.

"My tiger" I blurted and out of the corner of my eye I see ghost Pietro face palm himself. Same buddy, same. We arrive at the counter next to the entrance/exit. Dr. Ivanov said goodbye and wished me the best, after that he left me alone with the secretary, who upon seeing me excused herself saying she was going to bring some papers for me and whoever came to pick me up to sign. I turned to look for Pietro and he was standing behind me with his hands in his pockets. I peek over my shoulders and saw nobody. I turned to him.

"I guess this is goodbye then" I said meeting his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess" the way he said it made me wanna cry for some reason. I looked at him through almost teary eyes.

"I meant it, what I said earlier, I will miss you, you insufferable prick" one lonely tear left my eye but I quickly cleaned it. He looked shocked, as if he had never seen a girl crying before.

"Well, it's settled then" he said as he clapped his hands. I looked at him questioningly.

"What's settled?"

"Since we already stablished that you can't live without me I'll just have to go with you" My tears dried themselves while I looked at him incredulously, while he smiled triumphant and arrogantly. I've never wanted to hit a ghost that bad.

"Wha-"

At that moment the entrance/exit door opened and a tall man in a suit entered. I recognized him immediately. Happy Hogan. The only father figure I ever had. Even when I was locked here, he never stopped calling, never stopped visiting, he never forgot about me. When he saw me, I ran to him. I wanted to cry but my tears had indeed dried up. Damn it, Pietro.

"I missed you, kiddo"

We approached the counter where the lady was already waiting for us. Happy signed all the papers that needed to be sign and as I looked back to see Pietro, he was no longer there.

We made it to the car but before I could get in, I felt a presence behind me. Before he could say anything I looked at him and said:

"Asshole" and shut the door in his face but it didn't matter 'cause he passed through it anyways and sat next to me while smirking.

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Ghost of You — Chapter 9

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Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, mentions of blood, angst, some violence.

Word Count: 1821

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I'll like to say the morning sun on my face woke me up, but sadly it didn't . In my case, it was the beep of a vital signs monitor. At this point, I was familiar with its sound and what it meant. Normally it would mean someone had pushed me down the stairs or someone had tried to kill me at the asylum, but this time I had no idea what had happened me.

I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn't listen. I tried to move my arms, but they wouldn't move. I vaguely heard the monitor start beeping faster and stronger.

For a second everything went quiet and suddenly cold crept through my body. I was freezing. Literally. And I wasn't alone.

I could feel it, even if I couldn't see it. It was there, in the corner, watching like a hunter watches his prey, and I was the prey.

I tried to scream, but no sound left my mouth. I was sure this was my end, I was going to die, after years of dancing with the death I was finally going to meet it. Abruptly, it left. One second it was there and the other it wasn't. I opened my eyes and, once again, I was alone.

I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain stopped me.

"Shoot!" I hissed, I lifted up my hospital gown and was met with a bloody gauze covering my ribs. I looked at it confused. "What the hell?" I mumbled, incapable of tearing my eyes off of it.

What happened to me? I was at the library... and then Darla happened... Oh my goodness, Darla.

I removed the sheet covering me and tried to stand up. The pain shot up my ribs like fire. I cringed and felt nauseous. Slowly I took some jeans and a shirt I found on the nearest chair and put them on.

"What do you think you're doing? Get on the bed now!" yelled Pietro as he made his way through the door.

"Can't"

"Yes, you can, you moron. Now get on the bed" He commanded as he got angrier.

"You don't get it, I can't, I have to go back." I tried to explain.

"Go back where?" He asked impatiently.

"There's answers there, I know it." I insisted making my way to the door.

"They're not worth your life!"

"I know this time-"

"La naiba Y/n! (damn it Y/n)" He shouted. "I can't lose you, not you, not for something this stupid." I halted and looked at him. Desperation was written all over his face and his eyes begged me to stop, but I couldn't because I knew something he didn't, something that would change our- his life. I smiled sadly at him and reached my hand to his face and kept it there. I couldn't touch him but we could pretend for a little while.

"This is the last time, Pietro." And with that I passed through him and opened the door. The corridor was empty. I stepped out and made my way to the library on the other side of the compound. It took me awhile but with the help of ghosts that I encounter on my way, I was able to avoid every living person. When I got there I was expecting to find a mess but was met with clean floor. I hesitated but walked in anyways. It didn't matter that the floor was clean and the books were ordered, the moment I came in you could feel it in the air. There was something wrong in here, calling to me but if I wanted a chance of life with Pietro, I had to answer back. So I did and it led me through rows and rows of shelves until we stopped in front of one I had never seen. I inspected each and every one of them but found nothing worth taking, I was starting to get frustrated. I sighed and realized that maybe, just maybe, Pietro was right and there was nothing here.

And right when I was about to turn around something caught my attention underneath the shelves. I kneeled and grabbed it. It was covered in dust which made imposible to read the tittle. I blowed the dust off of it but it was so old you couldn't even make the letter of the cover out. I opened it and what I've been looking for for so many weeks, was laying in front of me.

With shaky hands I turned the pages until I came across a map and on the back of it instructions to bring him back. My eyes filled with tears of relief but as I read through them my tears were no longer from relief. This changed my plans but it was decided, I would do whatever it takes to bring him back and I intend to keep my promise.

In the distance I heard my name being shouted out. That was my cue to leave. I hesitated and ripped the map with the instructions and hid it on my pocket. I walked out of the library and was met with Bruce's worry eyes.

"There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you." He said carefully as if I was a wild animal he was trying to calm down. I eyed him suspiciously, there was something off. "Let's get you back to the hospital wing, okay?" I complied and walked with him. When we got there he made me lay down and told me to wait for a little. Some minutes passed and the last person I expected to see came trough the door.

"Get out! I don't want you here." I seethed at Tony as I sat down, ignoring the pain of my skin.

"We have to talk." He announced. I looked him in the eyes.

"About what?"

"Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" I question, confusion coloring my voice.

"Hurt yourself, why did you do it?" He said, as if it was obvious.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned him, having no idea what he was talking about.

"They said you were going to deny it, I don't know why I even bother."

"They? What's going on?"

"I thought you were fine, they told me they had fix you." He accused looking at everything but me.

"Tony?" I asked fearfully.

"I had no choice, you left me no choice." The way he said it sound as if he was trying to convince himself. "I can't lose you too, not like I lost your mother. I refuse to, so I'll do whatever I have to do to keep you alive, even if it means you'll hate me." It was the first time I ever heard him talk about her. I was shocked to say the least I never expected him to mention her and even less did I expect to hear sadness on his voice.

At that moment five men entered the room and I recognized them instantly. They were wearing the same old white scrub uniforms they used when I was at the asylum. I tried to run, but it was of no use, they caught me immediately. I tried to fight them but they easily pinned me down.

"Get off! Get off! Get off!" I screamed but it didn't matter, nobody was going to help me. Between two of them they lifted me off the ground and held my arms behind my back.

"Don't let them do this! I'm begging you!" I begged him as they took me down the corridor to the elevators.

"Don't let them do this! They're gonna kill me!" And they were going to, it wasn't the first time they have tried, but this time it was gonna be the first time they succeed. I was dragged down the hallway until we reached the living room and the team was there. They all stopped doing whatever they were doing the moment we stepped in.

"Tony, tell them to let her go." demanded Steve as he saw the blood dripping off my ribs through my shirt.

"Mind your business, Rogers."

"This is my business, now let her go, I'm sure there's other way to deal with whatever this is." He said diplomatically trying to get nearer.

"Don't tell what's best for my daughter."

Tony took advantage of their shock and told the nurses to hurry.

"Pietro!" I unconsciously called out to him. "Please, I have to save him. He needs me." I cried.

"Don't fight them Y/n! Don't fight them" Pietro begged me as tears ran down his face. He knew it and I knew it, we couldn't do anything, that was it. "It's okay. I'll be okay."

"They'll drug me, Piet. I won't be able to see, I won't see you." I bawled, remembering how my first years they would drug me daily to stop me from seeing them.

"It's okay." he said.

"No, NO!"

"See? She's crazy and she's a risk to herself." Tony said to the team who were trying to get to me. I saw them hesitate and knew they believed him. I felt my heart sink to the floor and my last hope die.

"What do you think you're doing!? Leave her alone." yelled Wanda entering the room.

"Not you too. She's sick, she needs help, professional help."

She looked at me and whatever she saw on my mind told her I could bring him back. Her eyes turned red and after that, hell pretty much broke loose.

One second I was being held by two gorillas and the other I wasn't. Pietro and I exchanged glances and ran. I didn't know where I was going, I just let the same thing that guided me in the library guide me wherever I had to go. Which apparently was the hangar. I didn't allow myself to think much about the fact i was gonna have to fly a jet.

I turned around when I heard footsteps behind me.

"I'm not looking for trouble, man. Just let me go." I claimed, but he didn't listen as he keep walking towards me. I took one step back, then two until my back hit the wall. I closed my eyes and covered my face. I braced myself for the hit but it never came. I opened one eye and saw him walking to a jet with the keys on his hand. He looked back.

"Are you coming or not?"

Saying I was shocked was the understatement of the year, but I managed to shake it off enough to board along him. He turned on the jet and a few seconds later we were in the air. For the first time in the day I felt myself relax a little.

"Where to now kid?" asked Clint, after some minutes of silence. I took the map out and read it out loud.

"Mexico."

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