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Bad Habit - Part 9

(Pietro Maximoff x Reader) (M)

You try to deal with what you’ve seen, try to help Pietro but it almost kills you and puts a strain on your friendship with Bucky.

Words: 3255 Warnings: Angst, nightmares, blood, language, violence, (badly written)smut, tidgy bit of fluff,

Translations: După tine, frumoasă/After you, beautiful

An: Sorry this is a bit late, been a nightmare trying to get any free time and entertain a hyper four your old that won’t sleep! really struggled with this chapter aswell, for some reason I seem to be incapable of writing a chapter less than 2000 words???

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“Come on printessa, we don’t have long.”

Pietro pulls you by the hand, speeding you into a side room away from the others, sitting you down on a desk and pulling down the zipper of your suit before you can blink.

“Seeing you fight like that, so fucking hot,” He growls crashing his lips on yours, his hands tugging down your bra and squeezing your breast before pinching your nipple hard, twisting it between his fingers. You cry out from the pain and pleasure, arching into him when he trails open mouthed kisses along your neck, his cold inhale sending tingles down your spine, “I’ve been trying to get you alone for hours.“

You’d noticed how he was watching you, how frustrated he was getting. It made your insides burn with arousal, knowing you had that effect on him and you may have played it up, just a little bit.

“Pietro we can’t, what if they hear us.” Tony’s laugh echoed through the thin walls, making you freeze up but it didn’t phase Pietro, he loved the thrill of getting caught and even you had to admit it was kind of a turn on.

“Then be quiet.” He raises his eyebrows in challenge, ripping the elastic of your panties and grabbing your ass, lifting you up off the desk so he can rip them away from you.

“I know you were teasing me, printessa,” You gasp bucking your hips into his hand, eagerly rubbing your clit, “were you enjoying me wanting you? Getting hard every time I looked at you?” he chuckles, your reluctance fading with each circle of his fingers, melting into him, “did it make you wet draga?” his fingers slide down between your folds to feel your slick, already so wet for him.

“So naughty,” He pulls his hand away licking your juices from his fingers, “so sweet.” Jesus christ. You almost dissolved into a puddle at the pure lust in his eyes as he ran his tongue over your lips, hearing the growl that rumbled in his chest when you licked your lips, tasting yourself and sucking on his tongue, pulling him into another messy kiss.

“Yes, so wet for you, I need you inside me, please Pietro,” Unzipping the bottom half of his suit he pulls himself free, stroking himself a few times watching as his cock sinks into you his eyes flitting back to yours when you moan loudly, biting your lip,“Oh, fuck.”

“Y/n, you have to be, shit, you’re so tight.” He covered your mouth, burying his moans into your shoulder as he pulled out then thrust hard back into you, fingers digging into your ass burying his cock inside you with each thrust as he fucked you. Pleasure rippled through you and you tugged on his hair, dug your nails into his back, anything to hear him moan, to get him to fuck you harder, both of you desperate for release.

“Pietro.” You breathe out his name when his hand moves from your mouth, changing his angle just a little, but enough to hit your spot with each drive of his hips. You’re so close and when he vibrates his fingers against your swollen clit it sends you crashing into a deep intense orgasm.

“Y/n, fuck,” the sensation of you coming around him, squeezing him slightly has him gripping your hips harder, pushing into you while you grind against him, his name falling from your lips over and over. It all pulls him down with you and he grunts biting into your shoulder, the jolt of pain going straight to your center. The new feeling only adding to your pleasure, your senses overwhelmed by him.

He’s all you can feel, his deep quiet moans of your name, that warm feeling of him spilling into you as he came, throbbing inside you and you clung to him rolling your hips lazily trying to prolong your pleasure. Both of you are a panting mess and Pietro holds your waist to him, his tongue soothing the bite and placing soft kisses along your jaw, giving you one last kiss before easing himself out of you.

You would never get tired of this, of him, so unbelievably gorgeous in his just fucked state, messed up hair, flushed face and contented smile. He tucks himself back into his pants, grabbing for your discarded panties using them to clean you up.

“Remind me to tease you more often, that was amazing.” Pietro doesn’t answer just pulls you in for another kiss, biting your lip when he pulls away.

“They’re gonna know aren’t they?” You giggle and he grins pulling up your zipper a bit more and tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Then they’ll know you’re mine,” he shrugs, eyes raking over your body hungrily, his thumb tracing down over your still hard nipples and reaching around to grab your ass, squeezing you to him, “round two at home, yes?” he whispers, nibbling your ear. Fuck yes.

“We better go.“

"După tine, frumoasă.”

With a satisfied grin on your face, you straighten your hair down again and step out the door, confused when you find it dark and quiet. Metal clangs under your feet and you can’t hear the thrum of the jet’s engine. Where is everyone?

The fluorescent lights flicker on and you scream, every surface was covered in blood, your friends’ bodies thrown around like rag dolls. Bucky lay back against the wall his arm covering a gaping wound to his middle, his eyes meet yours as he takes his last breath.

You shouldn’t be here. This isn’t real.

Hearing whimpers you spin around, screaming again. Pietro holds Steve, dragging a knife slowly across his neck. He watches with perverse curiosity as Steve’s blood gushes from the wound. Glancing up his eyes locked on you, smirking while you’re running to Steve, holding your hand to his neck, begging him to stay, but his face pails, blue eyes pleading with you before he falls unconscious. "NO!“

"This is what will happen y/n, you can’t stop me, you can’t kill me,” he holds you against him with only one arm, his strength overwhelming, crushing down onto your chest. You kick and scream scratching your nails into his arm, nothing phases him and he holds the knife to your throat still dripping red with Steve’s blood, “all you can do is watch them die.”

He stabs deep into the side of your neck, pulling out the knife to watch your warm blood flow down your chest. It takes a moment to realise it’s yours and by then you're hit by a wave of nausea, your vision starting to cloud over. Your struggles against him slow down, your pleading whimpers silenced when Pietro wrenches the knife across your throat and downwards slightly, cutting through your vocal chords and arteries.

“I said be quiet.”

Clutching at your throat, you gasp for breath, Bucky holding you against him, stopping you from thrashing around.

“Y/n you’re ok, you’re home, I’m here.” Bucky whispered into your hair, rubbing circles on your back, calming you down. You just held onto him tighter. Every time you closed your eyes you would dream Pietro’s memories, sometimes they were mixed with your own but they always ended the same way. Always falling back to that base, where you and everyone you loved died, in gruesome and brutal ways. It was your fault, you could never stop it, stop Pietro. You couldn’t save him.

“It was so real.” You sob against his chest, you just wanted it to stop, you were so exhausted.

“You have to tell them doll, it’s eating away at you…"

"I can’t Bucky, what if they decide he’s too dangerous? What if they kill him?lock him away?” For the last week you had been living in a constant cycle, fighting off sleep until you collapsed from exhaustion, you weren’t eating, drinking, you couldn’t get Pietro’s memories out of your head. It was slowly driving you crazy.

“I can’t stand seeing you like this,” he said, frustration lacing his voice though he tried to stay calm. You were pushing him away, you didn’t want to drag him down with you. Yet the further you retreated into yourself the more he tried to pull you back, leaving you feeling guilty and angry that you were making him suffer with you, “let me help you, y/n, please.”

“I’ll tell them tomorrow, ok?” you dismiss him, and he’s not happy but gives in following you down onto the bed and wrapping you up in his arms as you curl up against him. You focus on his breathing, only letting yourself cry when you hear the soft sounds of him snoring, you didn’t dare close your eyes again.

The next morning you’re sitting on the edge of the bed trying to stop your hands shaking, nervously waiting for Steve. Bucky sits beside you that permanent concerned frown on his face, what you would do to see that comforting smile of his right now.

“I’ll be ok.” You lied and he knew it. You couldn’t put it off any longer, you had to tell them what you saw before his memories all twisted into themselves converging with your own. You were already struggling to differentiate real memories from nightmares.

“I’m coming with you.”

“You don’t have to-”

“It’s not up for debate doll,” He gave you a small smile and you hugged him, it wasn’t fair how much you were relying on him, “whatever happens I’ll be here.”

Minutes later you’re following Steve down the corridors and into the observation room, immediately distracted by the wall of screens each one giving a different angle on a sleeping Pietro and his wrecked cell.

“Y/n?” Bucky’s hand on the small of your back breaks your thoughts and you let him guide you into a chair next to his. Tony, Bruce and Steve sit opposite a recording device on the table between you.

“We know it’s bad y/n. Wanda’s still not herself, but we need to know what they did. We can’t keep him sedated forever.” Steve reaches over and takes your shaking hand, you glance up at him with a forced smile.

“They destroyed him.” you say pulling back and resting your hands on your thighs. After what you’ve seen you weren’t sure if there was anything left of Pietro to save, no matter how much you wanted to and you were terrified of their reaction.

Wiping tears away with your sleeve in annoyance, you go through as many memories as you can bear, trying to spare them the most gory details.

“Pietro killed every single person in that base?” Steve asks, head in hands. Tony was silent, chewing on his nails like he did when he was thinking, taking in everything you had told them. Bruce was busy typing, already forming ideas.

“How will he recover from that?”

“He won’t,” Bruce interjects, “not completely, that kind of trauma, it never goes away.” He glances over at Bucky who looks down at his entwined hands, almost shamefully.

“But it can get better, I’ve seen it,” you squeeze Bucky’s hand and he glances up at you, “there has to be a way to help him.”

More agonizing days pass by, turning into weeks and while Bruce manages to isolate the substance there’s no cure yet. From behind the glass you watched Pietro’s descent as the poison took over his brain. Closing off the rational, thinking part of his mind and amplifying his rage, his fear, his memories of revenge, hurt, betrayal. It worked with his abilities, overriding any drug or suppressant almost as quickly as Bruce injected him.

There was always that torturous split second of hope before he reverted back into madness, taking you back to square one. It was always just a matter of time.

Fuck. You slam your fist into the desk and Tony pokes his head around the door.

“You should get some rest, y/n, you don’t need to be here for every trial.”

“I can’t rest Tony, and I owe it to Wanda to be here, she needs to know how it’s going - or isn’t.” You gave a bitter laugh, frustration seeming to be the overriding feeling throughout the tower. The constant failures taking a toll on everyone; on the scientists scrambling to find a seemingly impossible solution, on Pietro’s mind and body, on your friendships.

You hated how bad things were with Bucky, he can’t bare to see you punish yourself and you started to argue, bickering over stupid things, something that had never happened between you before.

“We can do that, it doesn’t have to always be you."

"I’m waiting for the day I can tell her there’s some hope, that he’ll be ok, but I’m afraid that it’s never going to come.” He looks at you with sympathy, but you don’t miss the doubt behind his eyes, the fear, the admission he doesn’t want to make.

“I promise you I’ll do everything I can ok?”

“I know.” Giving him an appreciative smile you take a last glance into the cell as nurses lie Pietro down again, that desperate ache for him churning your insides. You wanted to hold him, you would do anything just to have him back as he was, without blood and death tainting your memories.

Wanda couldn’t bring herself to face Pietro, as lost inside her head as you were. Still reeling from the realization that her own brother would have killed her without a thought, terrified if she slipped into his mind she’d have to face his memories again.

You knock softly on her door, stepping inside and giving Clint a quick nod when he glanced up from his book. Wanda sat facing away from you and if she noticed your presence, she didn’t acknowledge it. Your heart hammered in your chest that you were here, having to tell her you’d failed to bring her brother back, again.

“Wanda? There was another trial today-”

“They failed again.” she whispered, finally turning her head to face you. Her beautiful skin pale and ashen, her eyes brimming with tears and you were forced to watch more of her heart break before she turned back, her mind returning to who knows where.

Slipping inside your room you perch on the end of the bed and pick at the sandwich left for you. You know you should eat, know it will be another thing for Bucky to worry about, he was already noticing how much weight you were losing.

You throw the plate against the wall and scream into your pillow, why weren’t you stronger? Why couldn’t you help him? Why were you so fucking useless? You cry yourself to sleep only to wake hours later, screaming from another nightmare, just like every damn night.

A month and a half later things were winding down, you could feel it. Tony, Bruce and their scientists had exhausted every treatment, every drug, every angle they could think of. They were beginning to give up and the pit of dread in your stomach at what would happen when that day came was eating away at you more and more.

“There’s still no improvement?”

“He’s not responding to anything we have, nothing is stabilizing him long enough…I could go in, try to re-wire his brain but the risk is massive, that substance is almost alive, trying to extract it will probably kill him. Perhaps if Wanda could alter his memories…but she’s trapped in her own world, lost in her grief-."

"He isn’t dead yet,” You snapped and Bucky shot you a warning glance to calm down, you took a breath, “what if I went in there? There has to be a way to tweak my powers, maybe I can get through to him?”

It wasn’t the first time you’d made the suggestion and you were usually met with a resounding no, until today.

Steve sighed, “I don’t want to put you at risk, y/n, but its one of the only things we haven’t tried."

"No fucking way.” Bucky growls and slams his fist on the table, you flinch away from him a little.

“It’s ok, Bucky.”

“Okay?! Are you insane?! He’s killed three men since we brought him here - he stabbed you for gods sake! It’s not safe!”

“We’re running out of options, Buck. None of Banner’s antidotes have worked, no one will go in there, it’s the only thing we haven’t tried-” Steve tried to reason with him only making Bucky more furious that Steve would agree to this too.

“She’s not doing it.”

“I’m not asking your permission, Buck.” You cross your arms in defiance and he snaps, his chair slams back as he jumps up, grabbing your arm and pulling you out into the corridor, slamming the door behind him.

“What do you think is gonna happen if you go in there? You’re gonna get yourself killed!”

Bucky slowly backs you up against the wall with every word, towering over you, not just concern blazing in his eyes and you place a hand on his chest stopping him from getting closer.

“You can’t expect me to let them just give up? They’ll stick him in some ‘secret warehouse’ somewhere and leave him to rot!”

His firm expression doesn’t waver, “You do this, it’s on you. If he attacks you we’ll have to kill him you understand that right? You make one wrong move you’re both dead.”

He starts pacing in front of you leaving you feeling like a scolded teenager. Of course you knew, you weren’t stupid but you wouldn’t let them leave Pietro in some cryo chamber forever, or worse. He deserved better than that, something you thought Bucky understood.

“I have to do this, I have to try-”

“No, you don’t.” He stopped abruptly, swiftly pressing his body against yours, his flesh hand on the base of your neck, the squeeze of metal on your waist keeping you still, his lips pressing onto yours.

What the hell? Where has this come from? You couldn’t deny the heat in your belly as his firm body pressed you into the wall, his kiss filled with longing. The contrast of his soft lips and stubble scratching your skin, his hands in your hair, reminding you so much of Pietro’s first stolen kisses with you and you find yourself kissing him back.

You have to stop, your mind screamed.

You loved Bucky dearly but not like this, not a kiss borne from anger, it wasn’t right. You break away, both of you breathing heavily and he rests his forehead on yours.

“How many times are you going to let him hurt you? I love you y/n, I won’t let you die because of that asshole.”

I love you? Oh god. You prayed you misheard him, panic flashes over his eyes as he processes what he’s let slip, blinking back tears. He was so vulnerable, more than you’d ever seen him, even with you. All the emotion drains from his face, withdrawing himself from you, but you know him too well, you didn’t miss the heartbreak flit behind his eyes.

“Bucky, I-” He holds his hands up to stop you talking, you knew that feeling, that soul crushing dread when you realised the other person didn’t love you back, not the way you wanted and you’d made Bucky feel that.

“You walk into that room, I’m done. You’re on your own.”

You can’t answer him, you can’t tell him what he wants to hear.

He lets you go, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair as he turned his back on you. After everything he’d done for you, all those times he’d been there for you, the one time he needed you and you couldn’t help him, couldn’t take away his pain.

“It will always be him, he’ll always come first…I’m sorry doll, I cant do this anymore…” Bucky’s voice was cold, flat and he shrugged you off when you reached out to him, storming away from you without looking back.

“Wait, Buck, please…"

Don’t leave me. I can’t do this alone. I need you.

Part 10

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