#Pietro MCU

[local-crying-boy]

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𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣

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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff X Female!Reader

Genre: One-shot, fluff

Warnings: Short asf

Summary: After a few, long weeks of both you and Pietro Maximoff unable to spend a lot of lone time together, you both go on a car ride.

Word count: 530

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The compound was known to be a little chaotic every now and then, it was filled with egotistical, stubborn and sometimes even argumentative people. Sure, sometimes there were times when the team could be civil with one another, there were times where arguments could sprout from the smallest of things.

Not only do arguments arise out of nowhere in the new place you call home, but accidents and injuries occur almost every other day. Whether it be from the Hulk breaking through Bruce’s attempt at staying calm, powers getting out of control or Stark’s inventions going haywire and destroying his lab, someone would eventually get hurt at least once when living at the Avengers Compound.

It was a silent agreement you signed up for when moving in. If you knew it or not, it was your problem.

So, when the team - more specifically, Tony and Bruce - grew interested in the powers you developed and didn’t quite understand yet, you found yourself getting poked and prodded with different tools and questions for the two scientists to understand these abilities you held.

Unfortunately, this had led to you and your boyfriend being forced to spend less and less time together from the endless times you’ve been summoned to Bruce and Tony’s lab, alongside the whole thing of you being bombarded with queries.

Therefore, the amount of places you and Pietro could hang out together slimmed and slimmed each day, it seemed like you could be found wherever you were in the Compound. Thus led you and Pietro to head out whenever you wanted to hang around with just one another.

Tonight was another one of these nights.

Only this time you had pulled over on the side of a secluded road, you had ended up straddling the speedsters lap, his hands holding onto your waist. You had one of your hands just by his jaw, fingers lightly brushing against his stubble, an action simply to make the moment that much more intimate, like you’d been starved of his touch for years. Pietro had to angle his head upwards, making sure he could meet your supple lips, every once in a while he would tuck your hair behind your ear when it fell in your face.

“I’ve missed you.” Pietro had muttered out, his soft lips brushing against yours when he spoke. “Missed you so much…”

You let out a quiet laugh when he said that, looking down at him, your eyes locking with his icy blue orbs. “I’ve been by your side all day.”

“But I haven’t been able to kiss you without someone walking in.” He grumbled out with a hint of annoyance, it seemed like he was taking the whole being unable to kiss you whenever and however he wanted was irritating him more than you.

“Poor you.” You said with a small laugh, leaning down and pressing your lips against his once more. “But I’m the one who’s getting dragged into the lab.”

He was more than happy to kiss you back, but he scowled when you mentioned the lab. “I’ll drag you back out next time.”

“Alright, Maximoff, whatever you say.” You said with a grin, your nose rubbing against his before you leaned in to kiss him.

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[figaroswilson]

𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙙 ⇒ 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘦𝘹𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳!𝘰𝘧𝘤

Chapter 4

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story summary: Kira Barnes, the younger adopted sister of Bucky Barnes, is forced out of the dark underworld of espionage and into the light of the new world of superheroes when her brother abandons her with the Avengers to go on the run. She is set in her ways and determined to find her brother until she meets Pietro Maximoff, someone who challenges her black-and-white view of the world.

story warnings: violence, swearing, blood, descriptions of abuse

chapter word count: 2276

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The Quinjet was awfully quiet.

There wasn't much to say after what had happened in South Africa. Both the fight at the salvage yard and what the Hulk had done to the nearby city was more than enough to shutdown any conversation. After takeoff, everyone had kept to themselves and now they were all scattered around the aircraft, most either asleep or pretending to be. Only Kira and Clint were up, sitting in the cockpit. Clint because he was piloting and Kira for the view.

She was looking out of her side window. Once, during one of his more lucid moments, Jamie had told her that whenever he couldn't sleep he would go to the Navy Yard and watch how the water glimmered in the moonlight as it lapped up against the dock. The way he described it was like it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. And he was right. The Atlantic was beautiful at night.

Clint had noticed a while ago that Kira wasn't meeting anyone's eye. For someone who would stare into your soul when she talked, it was clear that something was wrong. He decided he should be the one to figure out what and break the silence. Glancing over at her, he asked, quietly so as not to disturb the others, "You alright?"

Kira continued to watch the ocean as she answered him. "I'm not the one who had my head messed with," she replied, just as quietly as he did, avoiding the question.

He realised what she was doing immediately, but decided to play along. "Doesn't matter. I still care about you, Kid."

"Not a kid," Kira joked in return. She really wasn't very good at heart-to-hearts, and definitely was not prepared for one right now. Like usual, she tried to find a way out of it.

"You're like 20 years old," he said. "That's practically a baby."

"I was born in 1935. That's old enough to be your grandma."

"Still a baby."

Kira laughed, shaking her head and tried to change the subject. "Where are we going anyway?"

"You know I know you didn't answer my question. Right, Ki?"

"And you're not answering mine! We're seriously going back to the States? Is that a good idea?"

Clint sighed, dropping the issue for now. "Don't worry. I know a place."

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The 'place', it turned out, was a safehouse out in rural Iowa.

A safehouse that was also a farm. Clint's farm. Clint was a farmer.

Kira laughed as Tony's jaw dropped at the revelation. "Not funny, Ki," he mumbled, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, before turning back to Clint. "You've been hiding that you're a farmer from us? How could you?"

"Because you're the most overdramatic person I know, Tony." Clint clapped him on the shoulder. "I thought we already established this," he said, trying, and failing, to hide his smile.

Tony frowned. "Evil man," he mumbled.

The house, though large enough for each of the team to have their own separate rooms, looked like a spec in the middle of the sprawling fields that surrounded it. An old pickup truck and a small pile of firewood lay near a large wooden shed. The place was empty and the nearest neighbours must've been miles away. The entire scene was beautifully still in the morning light, and entirely quiet.

As soon as they got inside, Nat broke off the rest of the group and went straight up the stairs, like she already knew her way around the place. With how close she and Clint were, it made sense; if he was going to tell anyone about a secret house, it would be Nat. He tried his very best to show the rest of the team around the farmhouse, though their awkwardness made it very clear that none of them had ever stepped foot inside one and that no one knew how to be normal about it either.

Kira's thoughts wandered. All she could seem to focus on was how little was currently in her control. The search for Jamie was entirely derailed, she had no way of getting in contact Sam, and the mission she was currently on just seemed to be getting more and more complicated. All she wanted to do was go back to before that damn party, where everything had gone wrong. At the very least, she wanted to let Sam know she was okay.

Logically, she knew none of these thoughts were helpful right now. It was a lot easier said than done, though. She tried her best to put it all out of her head. Tried to pay attention as Thor looked with concern into the nearly empty refrigerator.

Clint looked wildly uncomfortable explaining how difficult it was to get groceries when the closest store was nearly 50 miles away and how much harder it was to keep them fresh when you hardly spent any time at home. Kira tried to help by diverting their attention. "Who's this?" she asked, pointing out an old framed picture of two boys on the window sill in front of the kitchen sink.

"Oh." Clint quickly placed it face down. "No one. Just me, when I was a kid, and— you know. Just a childhood photo," he rushed out.

Odd. She gave him a look. He quickly moved on to showing them their rooms.

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Kira mostly avoided the others for the rest of the day.

It wasn't terribly hard. They mostly kept to themselves anyways. Thor had left early on in the day, saying he needed to look for 'answers' with not much else as an explanation. Nat stayed up in her room. Bruce sat quietly in the kitchen, helping Clint out when he needed it, as he tried to put a meal together, and he needed it. Steve and Tony made themselves useful around the house, helping with some of the harder chores, like chopping up firewood.

She had tried to be around the others. At first. Her swarming thoughts quickly stopped that though. It didn't help that she couldn't talk to anyone about it either. Steve was around Tony, Nat was busy isolating herself and Sam was unreachable. Her only other option was to take Nat's approach and isolate herself too, but that wasn't turning out to be a good idea either. The longer the day went on, the longer she had to think herself into a spiral. Slowly, everything started to get too loud and too bright and, eventually, she realised she couldn't quite breathe right. She had to get out of the house.

Kira walked too quickly down the stairs, opened the front door too harshly and took a deep breath. Paused. Let it out. Started walking. Slower than before. She walked till she reached the edge of the property, then walked along the treeline that enclosed it. She walked until she didn't want to anymore. Sat in the shade of a large tree, facing away from the house. Took in the world around her. She tried to do that thing her therapist told her about: clearing her mind. She watched the clouds coming and going. How they always passed. Imagined they were her thoughts. It will pass.

And then, for a long time, she just watched. Birds flittering in the trees. Leaves dancing in the wind. Recently shorn grass, too small to be disturbed. Blue sky becoming tinged with purples and pinks, yellows and oranges. A gentle breeze brushing against her face. Footsteps on hard ground.

"You're not sneaky, Clint," she called out as he approached.

"Not trying to be." He sat down next to her. It was quiet between them for a while, as they watched the sunset.

"It's beautiful out here," Kira whispered, as if the scene in front of her was so delicate that a misspoken word could break it.

"That's why I bought it. You can just... be. Pretend nothing else exists. Clear your head."

She hummed in agreement.

"Of anything, you know," he said in an odd tone. "Like a weird encounter with two annoying 20 year olds—"

"Clint," Kira groaned in annoyance.

"Oh, come on. You can't avoid it forever."

"It's not that important."

"Ki..."

"It's really not! I promise, it's just—"

He gave her a look.

Fine. "It's just that the whole thing was odd. I don't understand why Maximoff didn't try and mess with my head," Kira explained. "I was right there. An easy target. All I had was a gun— same as Nat. And my abilities aren't any more dangerous than Steve's. She even started walking towards me but, then, nothing. They both got this look in their eyes and zoomed off. I mean, can you make any sense of that?"

Clint considered for a second. "Maybe she was too drained."

A look of confusion crossed her face. "Drained?"

He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped himself. Closed it. Considered his words. "You know my taser arrows?" he asked, tentatively.

"You shot her with that?" Kira exclaimed.

"Not exactly."

"Clint..." she said with a warning tone in her voice.

"I may or may not have attached it directly to her head," he rushed out.

"Clint!"

"She wasn't hurt! Promise. Just slightly inconvenienced."

Kira shook her head in disapproval. Then sighed, "It can't have been that anyways, she still messed with Bruce's head after. She was clearly fine. Plus that look, it was less exhaustion, more... fear."

"Huh. Maybe it was your murder face."

"Murder face?" She looked at him incredulously. "You're fucking with me, right?"

"I'm being serious! When you get pissed off at someone, you look like you're plotting their murder. A slow and painful murder. Your murder face!"

Kira laughed at that, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

"It's not just about the twins, is it?"

"Okay, I am not sharing that much. This was more than enough—"

"You don't have to! Promise," Clint interrupted. "We all have to have some secrets."

"Like your picture in the kitchen?"

He nodded.

"And the reason Nat's the only one who knew about this place?"

"I won't ask if you won't. Just... try not to let it get to you too much. Alright? Sometimes the way to do that is to talk about it. Other times it's not. Especially if you're not comfortable. And that's okay too." Then, after a pause, he added, "We should probably get back inside now; it's getting dark. Plus, I have a surprise for you."

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"Took you long enough," Fury chastised from the head of the table as they sat down.

The rest of the team was already scattered around the dining room – some seated at the table, others standing. Kira smiled at him as she sat in the chair to his left. She didn't mind a little telling off from the grumpy ex-SHIELD director who had saved her from HYDRA. "Fancy seeing you here," she joked.

"Well, I thought you guys might need a metaphorical kick up the ass."

"Might need an actual one too," Clint mumbled, mostly to himself.

Fury sighed, his brow furrowing. "Ultron really did a number on you folks."

"Gee, thanks," Nat muttered.

"As much as he hates you though," he continued, "he did it to buy himself time. My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of Vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing."

"What about Ultron himself?" Steve asked from the doorway.

"He's easy to track, he's everywhere," he answered. "The guy's multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. Still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though."

"Still going after launch codes?" Tony confirmed.

"Yes, he is, but he's not making any headway."

"I cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school on a dare."

Fury shook his head, in that tired-of-everyone's-bullshit way of his, at Tony's admission of a federal crime. "Yeah, well, I contacted our friends at the NEXUS about that." At the confused looks that appeared around the table, he explained, "The world internet hub in Oslo. Every byte of data flows through there. Fastest access on earth."

"What'd they say?" Clint asked.

"He's fixated on the missiles, but the codes are constantly being changed."

This piqued Kira's interest. "By who?"

"Parties unknown."

"We have an ally?" she asked.

"Ultron's got an enemy, that's not the same thing," Fury corrected. "Still, I'd pay folding money to know who it is."

"I might need to visit Oslo," Tony said, more thinking out loud than speaking to anyone directly. "Find our 'unknown'."

"Well, this is good times, Boss," Nat interrupted. "But I was kind of hoping when we saw you, you'd have more than that."

"I do, I have you," Fury said. The team looked around at each other, slight looks of disbelief on their faces. They weren't nearly as confident about their chances as they had been before South Africa. Still, he continued. "Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere else. Now, here we all are, back on earth, with nothing but our wit, and our will to save the world. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard. He looked at each of them, then asked “What do we know? What does he want?"

"To become better," Steve spoke up, more confident now. "Better than us. He keeps building bodies."

"Person bodies," Tony added. "The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking, we're outmoded. But he keeps coming back to it."

"When you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed," Nat sighed, glancing between Tony and Bruce.

"They don't need to be protected." Everyone turned to face the end of the table. It was Bruce, speaking up for the first time since Fury had arrived. Despite addressing everyone in the room, he seemed lost in his thoughts. After a second, he shook himself out of whatever had captured his attention and, in response to the silence that answered him, explained, "Ultron's going to evolve."

"How?" Fury asked.

"Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?"

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[hurtspideyparker]

If Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together Part 2

Read Part 1 and Part 3

Tony: Why is Underoos mopping the ceiling?

Sam: Told him since he's sticky that's his chore

Bucky: It's only fair he helps out around the house

Tony: Hm. Makes sense

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Vision cooked dinner:

Peter: *pushing around food to make it look eaten*

Natasha: *surreptitiously spitting into napkin*

Steve: *taking small bites with tons of water*

Bucky: *just stares at full plate*

Tony: Well this is disgusting, I'm ordering pizza

-

Sam: C'mon man stop moping around, you gotta get yourself a girl

Bucky: Ok.

Sam: Ok? Okayyyyy! I know-

Bucky: Give me your phone

Sam: Oh you got a number in mind already hotshot? *hands phone over*

Bucky: *ring* Hi Sarah ;)

Sam: BOY-

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Peter: Ned thought you would seperate your colours from your lights but he also thought you'd be homophobic so I don't pay him much mind cuz clearly I'm more of a superhero expert than him but he does have a 2% better average than me in history so like maybe you do hand wash your clothes and that's why I asked what underwear you wear because-

Steve: *listening intently with apprehension and alarm*

Natasha: I can't believe you found the one person on Earth who talks more nonsense than you

Tony: I know right, it's incredibly unnerving. I'm planning on adopting him

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Peter: Mr. Stark I have to tell you something. I think Vision is a... *whispers* pervert

Tony: Um, why?

Peter: He keeps floating through my room without knocking! He saw me changing, he saw my nipples !

Tony: Well if anyone's a predator here it would be you. I mean showing your nipples to a 2 year old? Deplorable.

Peter:

Peter: Oh god, I'm the pervert...

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Bucky: Y'know animosity isn't good between teammates. I think we should spend more time together

Sam: Am I being punked right now? Where's the camera

Bucky: I'm serious. I think it would be healthy for us to bond

Sam: Okay fine I'll bite... what did you have in mind

Bucky: Wanna go for a run?

Sam: *slams door in Bucky's face*

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*staring at Bucky's sparkly clean metal arm*

Bucky: Dishwasher?

Peter: Dishwasher :)

(later that day)

Bucky: I've decided to let the child live

Peter: YoU wHaT?!

-

Thwip

Tony: Who took my coffee cup, It was right here

Thwip

Bruce: Um, has someone seen my book? I just had it

Thwip

Steve: I could've sworn I was holding a pen a moment ago

*giggling from the ceiling*

Tony: Young man I will take those webshooters away if you use them for shenanigans and rascality

Peter, muffled: Mr. Hawkeye told me to!

Clint: Oh so you're just gonna rat me out like that?

Peter: Sor- OOF

*falls out of ceiling vent*

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Sam: You're in my spot

Bucky: There are no spots, it's a common area

Sam: Well that's my spot

Bucky: Did you buy the chair??

Sam: No, but everyone knows that's where I sit. Right Steve?

Steve: Oops I forgot something in my car, be right back *leaves*

Sam: Still my spot

Bucky: Still not

Sam: *sits on him*

Bucky: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL THE COUCHES ARE FREE-

Sam: IT'S MY SPOT YOU CAN'T TAKE A MAN'S FAVOURITE CHAIR-

BUCKY: YOU HAVE ISSUES GET OFF ME-

(one hour later)

Steve: Hey so turns out I don't have a car! Isn't that funn...

Sam & Bucky: *Squeezed awkwardly on the chair together*

Steve: I think I left something in my car

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Steve: Leave the bedroom door open when you have Vision in there

Wanda: UGH you're so protective

Tony: Teenagers, am I right? Caught Pete reassembling my particle accelerator at midnight because he needed to neutralize a miniature nuclear bomb he nabbed off some guy he neglected to tell me was trying to kill him

Steve:

Steve: Wanda y'know what do whatever you want

Wanda: Really?

Steve: Yes just keep being normal. At least I can read about our issues in a parenting book

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Thor: Ah, new warriors I see! Good to make all your acquaintance. But why are you so grumpy my friend?

Bucky: *glaring*

Peter: He's always like that. It's um, P- P- PMS? Wait -

Natasha: Yes it's PMS

Wanda: He's got it bad

Steve: *genuinely concerned* Bucky you didn't tell me something was wrong. What can I do to help?

Bucky:

Bucky: I like chocolate

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Wanda: Welcome to the first annual girls night! This place reeks of men, so I thought we needed some women time

Pepper: Why is Vision here?

Wanda: I get sad when he's gone

Natasha: Why is Pietro here?

Pietro: Slay queens

Wanda: Moral support I think

Maria: Why is Peter here?

Wanda: He looked really upset when I said he wasn't included and I felt bad

Wanda: Anyways... yay girls! Who wants me to paint their nails?

Peter: ME ME ME

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Steve: Pancakes or waffles?

Natasha: Pancakes

Steve: Good because I don't have a waffle maker

Natasha: Then why would you ask-

Steve: It's important for your voice to be heard, as team leader I value your opinion

*2 minutes later*

Steve: Good morning Clint, pancakes or waffles?

Clint: Waffles

Steve: Oh no.

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Some of these were based on requests (ex. more Sam & Bucky, dad Steve w/ Wanda) so if you have certain dynamics you enjoy let me know !

[darealsaltysam]

hey tumblr. you should read my xmen fic. the second chapter just came out. this image tells you all you need to know about the plot. thanks <3

[pinktwingirl]

The MCU really be like

[welovelouisandbucky]

Me: *gets periods* *sighs*

Also me: *searches x reader period fics on Tumblr/ao3*

[florida3exclamationpoints]

My Husband Ralph™

[the-poor-miranha-quotes]

Tony: So today I learned that peter has me in his cellphone as "Mr Irondad "

Clint: *shrugs* Could be worse. Wanda and Pietro have each other down as "spare parts"

[fandomnerd9602]

Pietro: I know you’re marrying Wanda soon. Now I’m not saying this as a friend but as her brother: if you hurt her, I will kick your ass

Y/N laughs…

Pietro: I-I’m serious!

Y/N: thanks for the warning… So can I talk to you as my friend again?

Pietro: sure

Y/N: (laughs) dude! You will not believe what Wanda’s bro said to me! (Laughs)

Pietro:

[harrie-fic-center]

avengers

bucky barnes [2]

clint barton

druig

hobie brown

loki laufeyson [2]

marc spector

matt murdock

miguel o'hara

miles morales

peter parker

pietro maximoff

sam wilson

stephen strange

steve rogers

thor odinson

tony stark

[hadesisqueer]

Rewatched Age of Ultron with my sister and to this day I still think that if they hadn't killed Pietro off and had allowed him to train to reach his full potential (he was a noob in that movie) like Wanda eventually did, Infinity War would've ended much differently because between put this guy and Wanda together in Wakanda and I'm sorry but Thanos wouldn't have won lmao.

Also hoping Tommy doesn't get that Quicksilver treatment in the future tbh. Let him reach his full potential. Let him be cool. Let him blow things up. He can blow things up in the comics. Let him.

[local-crying-boy]

Since you asked for Pietro requests (love him too 😍) and I have a cold that’s really kicking my ass 🤧, how about something where Pietro takes care of the reader when she’s sick? It can be a fic or headcanons, whichever you think works. Take care. 👋

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𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕?

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𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 ��𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 635

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You were an, insanely, good agent. You were one of the top ranking agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. and you had been the best during your training. However, what turned out to be your one weakness?

A cold.

A simply thing such as a cold was enough to take you out of commission: no training, no missions. Instead, you were confined to your bed with a blocked nose and stinging eyes.

Your body was aching in places that you didn’t even know you used, sickness often overcame you when you moved too, eyes burning when you opened them. It felt like you were dying, or something.

“Dragâ…?” You heard from the other side of your bedroom door, a gentle knock against the wood of the door. “Can I come in?”

You let out a faint groan, it wasn’t necessarily a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’, just a simple sign to show that you were awake. Shortly after, you heard the faint click of the door as it opened, footsteps nearing your bed You would turn around, but you didn’t want to hurt all over again, so you remain in your spot.

“I brought you some soup.” Pietro said with a small smile, though you couldn’t see it, you could’ve sworn you heard it in his voice.

In a groggy, hoarse voice, you replied, “isn’t that stereotypical?”

The speedster let out a laugh, shaking his head as you heard the bowl being set onto your bedside table, then as you felt the mattress grow heavier on the side when Pietro sat down. “It does help.”

You let out a little scoff, shaking your head. “It’s a myth.”

“Dragâ, it’s really not.” He chuckled out, rolling his eyes at you. “My mother used to do it for me and Wanda when we were small.”

You huffed quietly, rolling around to face Pietro with a groan. “Fine, fine.”

Now that you were face to face with Pietro, he could see how bad you actually did look. Despite the lights being turned off and your curtains being drawn, with the little light coming from the hallway, he could see how pale your face looked and the deep bags under your eyes.

His colder hand cupped the side of your face for a moment, thumb brushing against your cheek. "Haven't been sleeping well?"

You shook your head, sighing quietly. "I keep having to get up to get tissues, then every time I get comfortable, I can't get tired because I can't breathe properly."

"Haven't you been taking tablets though?" He questioned, his face contorting into a confused one. "Aren't they meant to help reduce the symptoms."

"I need to be sedated." You grumbled under your breath, huffing afterwards.

Your statement only caused Pietro to let out a laugh, rolling his eyes at your as he shook his head. "Well, I can't give you that, but you can make the soup that I've lovingly made for you."

He helped you sit up, a hand on your back. Though, you would’ve easily been able to sit up, Pietro just didn’t acknowledge it. He reached for the bowl of soup once you were sat up against the headboard, placing it on your lap so you could hold it.

“Do you need me to grab some more cold and flu tablets?” He asked, noticing that you didn’t have any on your bedside table. “Or paracetamol?”

You shook your head before taking a sip of the soup, it tasted nice and you were kind of grateful he made it for you. “Can you just stay for a bit?”

"Of course." He said without a moment's hesitation, as if he didn't even care about the possibility of getting sick, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

He climbed into bed with you, sitting up with his back against the headboard, ready to wrap his arms around you when you finished your soup so that he could cuddle you.

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Chapter 2

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story summary: Kira Barnes, the younger adopted sister of Bucky Barnes, is forced out of the dark underworld of espionage and into the light of the new world of superheroes when her brother abandons her with the Avengers to go on the run. She is set in her ways and determined to find her brother until she meets Pietro Maximoff, someone who challenges her black-and-white view of the world.

story warnings: violence, swearing, blood, descriptions of abuse

chapter word count: 2247

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~ ✺ ~

If it was anyone else, she wouldn't have listened.

Most people tended to have opinions on what Kira should and shouldn't do. Very loud and very wrong opinions. She guessed it was just what happened when you were the living product of some strange Jekyll-and-Hyde-esque experiment. People tended to see you less as a person and more as a test subject. Something to throw ideas at, rather than someone to help. She had learnt to ignore those opinions.

Steve's opinion, though, she respected. He was one of the only people who understood, at least part of, what Kira had experienced. Being thrust into an entirely new world with completely different norms was a frequent topic of discussion between them. She knew he meant well. He just wanted a normal life for her, after everything with Department X and HYDRA. Well, as normal a life as an Avenger could have.

Which is why Kira had been sitting alone, at the bar, for the last couple of hours. His only requirement had been that she attend. He said nothing about moping into a margarita. One of many. She silently cursed whoever took away her ability to get drunk with the Super Soldier Serum. Not even Thor's alien whiskey could get her tipsy. If it did, maybe then she could stop thinking about everything on her mind. Especially those missing twins.

Nat had insisted on bartending at the party, so she'd been making the margaritas for her, handing them over with an odd look. Kira assumed she was just worried about the drinks spilling on the clothes she'd borrowed from her last minute: a pretty green dress, that definitely fit Nat better than it did Kira, and matching heels. She made a mental note to agree to the next time she wanted to drag her along to get "real human clothes" (Nat's words, not hers).

From her seat at the furthest end of the bar, she watched as Sam won another game of pool, beating Steve once again. She smiled to herself. Kira had left Sam's side a while ago. She had initially stuck to him because he was the more extroverted of the two. After a while, she started to worry about coming off as a bit too clingy and quickly extracted herself when she noticed her mood starting to sour, not wanting to ruin his night. At least one of them was enjoying themselves.

Nat's eyes started to burn a hole in the side of her head. "What?" Kira sighed, still watching the room.

"Oh, nothing. It's totally normal for you to down 10 drinks in as many minutes whilst forlornly watching others enjoy themselves," she replied.

"Like you're any better." Kira turned to face her. "I know why you're at the bar too. Trying to convince everyone you're just showing off," she hit back. It was true Nat was weirdly competent at bartending, though. She had learnt decades ago to blend in at a club for a hit on some obscure politician, back in Department X. It was one of the only times all three of them had gone on a mission together. It was also the first and last time all three of them had tried to escape on a mission together. "You hate this shit just as much as I do."

Nat was unfazed at being read like that by Kira. With anyone else, she would've been taken aback, but Kira had always had a scary good ability to read people, so she was used to it. She'd regained the ability almost as soon as she'd regained her memories. "At least I'm discreet about it. You perpetually look like you're hiding something," Nat said. "Could you try to pretend you're having fun?"

"I can't," Kira almost whispered, her brow furrowing. "You know I didn't want to come. My danger sense has screaming at me since Tony brought up he was throwing this stupid party. I'm so sure something's going to go wrong."

~ ✺ ~

Maybe all those margaritas did do something, maybe she was taking Nat's advice or, more likely, Kira was more comfortable now all the strangers had finally filtered out of the room, at some early hour of the morning.

Only Maria, Dr Cho, and her teammates were left. Her danger sense - a sixth sense she'd discovered she had when testing the difference between her and Steve's serums once with Bruce - had also quietened down, and she could start to relax. They had all ended up, slightly tipsy and very tired, around one of the tables in the seating area; some standing, some sitting on the couches and others sprawled on the floor. The room was a mess. On their table alone there were a dozen empty glasses and beer bottles. And Thor's hammer. Of course, Clint had decided to take its mere existence as a challenge. That was how they found themselves in a hammer-lifting competition.

Clint, Tony, Rhodey and Bruce had all had a go, to no avail. When Steve tried, Kira could've sworn it budged slightly, but he gave up too. Nevermind.

"Sam?" he offered as he sat back down.

"Absolutely not, do I look crazy to you?" Sam turned away and hid his face in Kira's shoulder as she tried not to burst out laughing. "Save me from him, Ki. He's gonna embarrass me in front of a God," he complained.

"Nat?"

"That's not a question I need answered."

"Oh, come on! Ki?"

"Think I already know the answer to that question, Steve," Kira answered from the floor.

"Listen," Tony interjected, turning back to Thor. "All deference to the Man Who Wouldn't Be King, but it's rigged."

"You bet your ass," Clint mumbled miserably into his beer, still sore about not being able to lift the hammer.

"The handle's imprinted, right? Like a security code. 'Whosoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints' is, I think, the literal translation?" Tony continued.

"Yes, well that's a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one." Thor stood and grabbed the hammer with ease, flipping it. "You're all not worthy," he declared, smugly.

Everyone groaned. "Oh, come on," someone protested to the right of her. Kira was pretty sure she heard someone booing to her left. Steve just laughed from his seat on the couch. Pretentious little shit, she thought fondly. Thor's dramatics always managed to brighten her mood. Not enough to get rid of the silent alarm bells that were currently still going off in her head, but enough to ignore them.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by a loud screeching noise. Everyone's hands instinctively went to cover their ears but it faded just as quickly as it started. It had sounded like microphone feedback, so Kira assumed there was something wrong with the sound system. Her danger sense flared back up, though, as Tony pulled out one of his devices to see what was wrong. So much for being relaxed.

There was a clanging sound, like something made of metal trudging towards them. Kira and Steve locked eyes before everyone else heard it. "Worthy..." it whispered and she realised it was standing right in front of them. They all stood, slowly. Warily. Everyone was immediately on alert. Kira realised it was one of Tony's Legionnaire robots. It definitely wasn't supposed to be doing this. "No. How could you be worthy? You're all killers." How could it understand what we'd been saying?

"Stark," Steve warned.

Kira's eyes never left the bot. Something is badly wrong. She discretely lowered her hand, hovering over the gun she always kept on her, in her thigh holster.

"JARVIS," Tony tried, frantically. It wasn't like him to be so panicked. What has he done?

"I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or... I was a-dream," it rambled on, not making any sense.

"Reboot Legionnaire OS. We got a buggy suit," Tony continued, speaking over it.

She saw out of the corner of her eye, Sam slowly leaning over to get a hand on Steve's shield, which had been resting behind one of the couches.

"There was a terrible noise. And I was tangled in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy."

That stopped them in their tracks.

"You killed someone?" Steve asked.

"Wouldn't have been my first call," it replied in an oddly human way. "But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices."

"Who sent you?" Thor was clearly getting tired of beating around the bush.

It played a recording instead of answering him. "I see a suit of armor around the world." It was Tony's voice. Wait, what?

"Ultron!" Bruce exclaimed, surprised.

Kira's head spun. What had these two been doing behind their backs? Maybe this is what I get for hiding my search for Jamie, the voice in her head rudely supplied.

Maria quietly took off the safety of her gun.

"In the flesh," Ultron replied. "Or, no, not yet. Not this... chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission."

Thor gripped his hammer tighter.

"What mission?" Nat asked.

"Peace in our time."

Kira already had her gun drawn when the bots smashed through the walls.

~ ✺ ~

Her head hurt, badly.

Kira had gotten a fairly large cut on her forehead after being thrown into a glass table by one of the Legionnaire bots. Sam had helped her to tape it closed, though, so it wasn't bothering her as much anymore. No, Ultron was the main issue. His speech kept echoing in her mind. "You want to protect the world, but you don't want it to change," he had said. "How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve? There's only one path to peace: The Avengers' extinction."

As it turned out, as well as attacking them, making the speech, and then escaping through the internet, Ultron had dipped into all the data they held, deleted their work, destroyed JARVIS, taken Loki's sceptre, and might be trying to access nukes. It was just too much information to receive at 3 am. That was all on top of Thor nearly strangling Tony. Kira was surprised her head only hurt and hadn't exploded yet.

Unlike Thor, she wasn't upset though. Shocked, sure, but not upset. Frankly, she didn't think she had a leg to stand on. She was hiding something from the rest of the team too, except her secret would only benefit a small handful of people, not the whole world like Tony genuinely believed his would, so she had been easier on him and hadn't said much. Actually, she hadn't said much at all since the attack, much to Sam's confusion. She wasn't much of a talker usually, but she wasn't the silent type either. She told him it was because she hadn't been more insistent about her danger sense going off. He said it wasn't her fault. She still felt like shit.

They had all dispersed after that, quickly scrambling to find Ultron before he completed whatever 'mission' he was on. Tony had advised Dr Cho to go straight home to South Korea and stay safe. She gladly took it. It was morning when the news of Strucker's suspicious death reached them. Suspicious because of the clear gunshot wounds littering his body and the word 'PEACE' written on the wall in his blood. It was also then they discovered the Strucker-sized hole in their data, which hadn't been there yesterday.

As they were relegated to going through all their physical files, one by one, Maria updated them on Ultron's other movements. He had been raiding numerous labs with the help of the Maximoffs, the enhanced twins Steve had met on the Avengers' last mission. Guess I don't have to worry about where they are anymore. Turns out 'enhanced' meant Wanda Django Maximoff, the sister, could mess with people's heads and Pietro Django Maximoff, the brother, could move so fast he couldn't be seen. Of course, this wasn't going to be easy, Kira thought.

"Where do we even start? These people are literally the scum of the Earth," Kira sighed, mostly to herself, staring at the mountain of files on Strucker and his associates. She picked up and started to skim the first one in front of her.

"Wait. I know that guy, from back in the day. He operates off the African coast, black market arms," Tony said, peeking at the picture of the man in her file.

Kira and Steve both gave him the same disappointed look. "Really?" Steve asked.

"Ugh, it's like you've doubled, old man," Tony groaned, glancing between the two of them. "There are conventions, alright? You meet people, I didn't sell him anything." Kira passed him the file. "Yeah, Ulysses Klaue. He was talking about finding something new, a game changer."

"What's this?" Thor asked, from Tony's other side, pointing to a scar in one of the photos. "Is that a... brand? Banner?"

"Uh... yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning 'thief'," he explained after identifying it on his computer. "Just in a much less friendly way."

"What dialect?" Sam asked.

"Wakandan."

Tony's face dropped. "If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..." he trailed off, turning to Steve.

"I thought your father said he got the last of it?"

"The last of what? What comes out of Wakanda?" Nat interrupted, impatiently.

Tony was quiet for a second. "The strongest metal on earth," he sighed. "If this is Ultron's mission, if he's planning on building himself a body out of Vibranium, we're fucked." He sounded defeated.

"No." Steve looked Tony in the eye. "No, we're not. We still have time. Where is this guy now?"

"Should be somewhere near South Africa."

~ ✺ ~

[hurtspideyparker]

Part 3 of if Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together

Part 1 Part 2

-

Mission debrief:

Thor: Don't feel bad Banner, I mean is there anyone at this table who hasn't killed somebody?

Peter: *slowly raises hand*

Natasha: Don't worry you're still young

Peter: 😟

-

Steve: Has anyone seen my shield?

Clint: *points outside*

*Peter, Thor, and Bucky playing frisbee with it*

Steve: I guess I'm not saving those orphans today :/

-

Clint: Tony I said seedless watermelon, are you trying to kill me?

Tony: You're a big boy, you aren't gonna choke

Clint: No but it might... grow

Tony: Oh please don't tell me you still think watermelon seeds grow inside your stomach if you swallow them

Clint:

Pietro: Bro got a licence to kill but still has a Jack and the Beanstock level of education

-

2:34 am

Tony: *leaving Steve's bedroom*

Sam: *leaving Bucky's bedroom*

Tony:

Sam:

Tony: Let's never speak of this?

Sam: Yep.

-

Steve: Tony, you're the smartest person I know. You understand anything you set out to study, your passion is remarkable, innovation beyond anyone on the planet, and an incredible memory

Tony: Thank you thank you

Steve: So why do you STILL NOT CLOSE THE KITCHEN CABINETS

Tony: Uh

Steve: SOME OF US ARE TALL TONY. SOME OF US HAVE BRUISES ON THEIR FOREHEADS BECAUSE OF THIS NEGLIGENCE

-

Tony: Goodnight kid *tucks Peter into bed and kisses his forehead*

*Clint, Vision, Thor, and Dum-E waiting outside the room*

Tony: Oh come on. All of you?

*nodding*

Tony: Vision you don't even sleep. Dum-E I am not kissing you again you gave me chemical burns last time

Dum-E: *lowers head and whirs sadly*

-

Bucky: Don't sit so close to me

Sam: Why, cause I'm black 🤨

Bucky: No because you smell like ass sweat

Sam:

Sam: Why, cause I'm bl-

-

During training:

Natasha: *flips Steve and slams him onto his back*

Peter: Woah! I wanna know how to do that

Natasha: *flips Peter and slams him onto his back*

Natasha: Seems like you already know how

-

Tony: Okay Merida, you and me, darts for a hundred bucks. My suit vs. your freak self

Clint: I'll take that bet

*7 minutes later*

Tony: I have advanced AI targetting technology. SUPER. SUIT. How did I lose?!

Clint: It can do a lot of things Tony but at the end of the day it can't super suck this di-

-

Bucky: Sam's in medical so I'll do the mission debrief with you

Natasha: That was fast, I thought you'd still be coddling your boyfriend the rest of the day

Bucky: What. How do you know about us.

Natasha: I don't, it was a joke...

Bucky:

Natasha:

Bucky: Damn you really are good at interrogation

-

Bruce: I've taken up puzzles as a hobby. It's actually really relaxing

*Box is missing the last piece*

Bruce: *sighs, erases the 61 under the 'Days Without Hulk Incident' sign*

-

Natasha: Kings

Bucky: Go fish. Sevens?

Natasha: Nada. Fives?

Bucky: Shit. Here

Sam: I thought y'all were playing poker, are you for real playing Go Fish?

Natasha: Our pockets got cleaned out so we quit. The poker game is over by Steve

Peter: HAHA SUCK IT OLD MAN, AMERICA JUST WENT BANKRUPT *pulls giant pile of animal crackers to himself*

-

Steve: Do you want to play catch?

Wanda: What?

Steve: Um. Do you want to watch Hannah Montana?

Wanda: I don't even know what you're talking about

Steve: Maybe I could show you how to brush your teeth?

Wanda: Steve you're really scaring me

Steve: The article said to do it together! *shows phone*

Wanda: Are you getting parenting advice from wikihow? Did you even read it or were you just skimming the pictures

Steve: ...Well why'd they put toothbrushing in the photo if it wasn't a good bonding activity?

-

Sam: Why are your titties so bouncy man. Is it to deflect bullets?

Steve: What did you just say about my chest...

Sam: Hey I call em as I see em, and they're staring right at me.

-

Peter: Yo Mr. Stark wanna see a backflip?

Peter: Oh Cap come see my front handsprings

Peter: Natasha watch this aerial cartwheel!

Tony: Why did you tell him you were in the circus. Now that the idea's in his head all he does is jump around and cause noise complaints from downstairs

Clint: C'mon it's cute! He's talented

Bucky: I'm gonna tell him it doesn't count because he has superpowers and that he's a cheat

Tony: But that'll ruin his confidence

Bucky: God I hope so

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a forbidden fruit

summary: pietro eats something he shouldn't have pairing: pietro maximoff x male reader word count: 1.1k warnings: 18+ warning, s3x pollen, blowjobs, unprotected sex a/n: part iv have fun do leave comments if u liked it

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Pietro dashed around the lot sixteen times to make sure no one was there. You rubbed your hands together for some heat against the chilling night. The grass crackled beneath your feet trying to chase after your partner. You ended up a panting mess next to him, your knees shaking. 

“So I was thinking, after this patrol maybe we could go out sometime?” he said, his breath unwavering. You gulped and tried to let out a word, your voice dry and coarse. You nod, sweat dripping down your forehead. 

“Can you focus?” you said, trying to open the door. He broke open the warehouse padlock with ease, vibrating at a pace that dislodged the gears that kept the lock secure. 

You slide the rusty door open into a dark room. Pietro used a flashlight to look into the path. The warehouse was small, almost the size of a barn, the floor a flat grey concrete, the walls tall and rusted. There were a few broken wooden crates scattered all over the floor, a metal table on the farthest left. 

Your partner zoomed into the room like a faint blue flare. He checked to see the contents of the crates, all seemed empty.  He sat on the metal table, a few newspapers sprawled out and a white dish used as a makeshift ashtray. 

“Look at this,” he pulled out a small ziplock bag filled with different sugar-coated candy like Skittles. He takes one out and puts it in his mouth, licking the sugar off his fingers. You took the bag from him, smelling the contents; sweet and fresh. “Want one?”

“You idiot! I don’t think this is candy,” you took the bag inside your pocket, Pietro smirking. “We have to send this to the lab.”

“It’s fine, fast metabolism remember?” he shrugged. 

The plane ride back to the compound was quiet. Pietro sat away from you and kept to himself, which was very unusual. He would always try to bother you while you flew the quinjet, always teasing and messing around, but right now he was slumped over to the side using his phone. 

You arrived at the compound a few hours later, the airdock marshalls taking over the jet. You asked other agents to rush to Dr. Cho’s lab to send the candy samples. “Pietro and I found this on patrol tonight,” you gave the pack to her assistants before they went on to test the samples. 

Your phone dinged to a message from Pietro. Meet me in the conference room at 4B ASAP. 

“Fine, I’m an idiot,” he said. “My dick has been so hard for the past five hours and I can’t make it go away!”

“Your what?” you looked at the tent in between his legs, his knuckles were pale white as he gripped onto his pants. “Well I knew it was a drug but I didn’t know it was that kind!”

“What are we gonna do?” he said, his silver-gray hair all tousled over his forehead. He zoomed around and around the room, a cobalt blur blew gusts of wind everywhere he went. He stopped in a corner, his legs shaking and his face flushed. 

“We?” you clamored. “How the fuck am I supposed to help?”

“I don’t know you’re smarter than me!” his eyes widened, his voice shaking, sweat dripping down his forehead. He braced for another run but you held onto his arm. He shuddered, his skin was hot. 

“We should tell Dr. Cho,” you said. “Get you medicine or something.” 

“Absolutely not,” he pleaded. “It’s embarrassing,” his eyes wandered all over the room as if the answers were written on the walls. “We should deal with this the way it's intended.”

“Yeah, no,” you said before turning for the door. Pietro suddenly was in front of you blocking your exit. 

“Please draga—“ his lips were dead set. Pietro was an ill-tempered man, his demeanor was quick like his abilities, charismatic but also stubborn. You thought for a second, you’re helping a co-worker that’s all right?

“Well, how do we do it?” you said. He removed his jacket, and his blue shirt underneath. You marveled at his taut chest, the ridged cuts across his abdomen, and the two lines pointing down his sex. You tried to look away, but you couldn’t believe someone could look like that, like a Greek sculpture. 

“Come here,” he said, pulling you into a kiss. His lips were warm against yours, his stubble pricking at your cheeks. Your hands find his chest for stability, snaking around his neck to pull him closer. His large arms circle around your waist, finding the hem of your pants and going through to your ass. 

He spun you around and pinned your hands above your head, using his other hand to pull your pants down. He smoothed his palms on the plump mounds before giving it a spank, leaving it a red blush. He practically rips his pants open, his thick cock hard and leaking. He spits on his free hand, using it to prepare you. 

“I’m gonna go in okay?” he said in a whimpering tone. You nod, your cheeks warm. He spits again to lube his cock before feeling the pressure on your hole. It was sharp for a bit, the pressure easing as he flushed himself in, the base of his cock hitting your ass. He stops for a second, relishing the heat from your body. “So tight—”

You grunted when he pulled out, only to thrust back in. He began to fuck you at a languid pace, the sensation soothing the tingly feeling Pietro got from the drug. He tried to go slower, to make sure you won’t get hurt but he couldn’t. As you tried to move your hips at the same beat of his body he started to��vibrate. 

You let out a gasp, you thought of the toy you had at home, the one you use thinking about him, but the speed and intensity could not rival him. Pietro let out a series of cusses in Sokovian, it sounded like he was pleading to a god. Your knees turned wobbly from his thrusts, his body vibrating at a pace that made your eyes roll back, your own sex hard and leaking in your trousers. 

“Pietro—fuck,” you moaned.

“I can’t control it, you’re too warm,” his words shaking. “And good,” He let go of your hands, shifting to your waist, he gripped so hard you knew it would bruise. He moved quicker, like a piledriver into you, it stung but the pleasure of hitting your prostate compensated. 

When gripping onto your waist wasn’t enough, he wrapped his arms around your body hugging you, and began to thrust into you harder, his silver hair plastered on his forehead wet. Your body tried to keep you up but your legs betrayed you. You fell down, his cock pulling out. “I can’t stand.”

He pulls you to the table nearby, propping you with your legs on his shoulders. He lines himself back into your hole driving back into his thrusts. The vibrating began again, shaking the table as he gripped it on its edge. You let out desperate cries, he tried to soothe you by kissing your lips, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “I’m close—” he cried out.

You nodded, the constant stimulation to your prostate was going to make you cum untouched. His thrusts became erratic, still a vibrating mess. Pietro stood up and you marveled at the glistening sight, his abdomen contracting and relaxing on each thrust, his head pulled back and his lids closed. 

And then the climax hit, cum shooting inside you in thick, your own release spewing on your belly. The vibration slows, Pietro a panting mess for once, a side of him you’ve never seen. He places a peck on your lips and mouths praises. 

“So about that date?”

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