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sebsbarnes · 1 year ago

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hole in the wall || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x f!reader

summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him.

word count: 5k+

warnings: fighting, none rlly??

a/n: the russian is translated so i apologize if the translation is wrong. i wrote for pietro years ago but this is my first time in awhile :P reader is subjected to the same torture as bucky bc the character is kinda him, inaccuracies in the mcu but nothing crazy

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pietro often wondered about the girl who was held next door. he'd hear the screeching metal against the floor followed by a slight commotion and then a thud on the floor. small shuffling could be heard and then it was silence. no movement, no talking, no heavy breathing or cries, silence until the next time the metal door unleashed its harrowing song, and large boots could be heard entering the cell and dragging the girl away.

pietro couldn't tell how long he'd really been here nor how long it had been since the mysterious girl next to him was there but he did know it had been months on end and yet he had never seen a glimpse of the girl that shared the wall with him.

there was a small hole in the cement that allowed him to peer into the girl's cell but each time he looked he was met with the grey wall from beyond. he had heard murmurs that she was young like him and wanda. strong, fearless, one of the doctor's favorites. she was often sent out on missions and came back unscathed. each mission she was sent on was a success as if the concept of failure was unfathomable. she apparently spoke little, only when instructed, never talked back, never laughed, never screamed. almost robotic.

which is why it came to pietro's surprise after hearing the thud of her knees hit the floor and the guards march away he heard a soft sniffle. and then slightly louder ones followed by rapid and heavy breathing. pietro scuffled over to the hole in the wall and peered through. he could see her sitting against the far wall with her legs tucked closely to her, her forehead resting on her knees. he could only see half her body from where she was sitting but he could see her shoulder shaking.

"you... you need to breathe in and out. you are going to make yourself pass out," pietro was unsure, his voice quiet but loud enough for her to hear. her head shot up and looked directly at the hole. her hair was sticking to her face, her mouth was slightly parted, and eyes wide and red.

"it's okay. my name is pietro. you don't need to talk but i... i wanted to see if you are okay. you've never even made a noise before now," he felt funny slightly confessing the fact he's been taking note of your actions.

he watched as you wiped the tears off your cheek and raked the hair off your face.

"i don't know how i am," your voice sounded like you hadn't spoken in days.

"it's okay to not know."

from where you sat you could only see the boy's eye. it was a striking blue, "like the sky," you murmured.

"what?" you heard the voice call back.

you slowly stood up dragging your chained feet over to the wall. you held the wall, steadying yourself before sitting with a huff, "your eyes remind me of the sky."

pietro wasn't sure what to say back. he went months not hearing your voice or seeing you, only knowing the tales that the guards spoke of yet here you were inches from him, broken down and giving a compliment. a much different reality to the one he thought he knew before.

pietro didn't hear another word from you, he assumed you fell asleep against the wall. he tried looking through the hole at any angle he could to see you, but all he noticed was a piece of metal gleaming from the dull light in your cell.

a few days had passed since the interaction and pietro had little time to dwell on it. his testing was getting more intense, he was constantly being injected with needles he knew nothing about, there were many monitors reading whatever vitals they needed to document, and his training was becoming more rigorous. he was exhausted, he hadn't been in his cell in two days, and although the cell offered no comfort he much rather be locked behind the bars than strapped to a table.

the guards pushed him down the hallway, taunting him. each time he stood up they would push him back down. the shackles on his wrists rubbed his skin raw and those around his ankles prevented him from running. the guard gripped his shoulder tightly walking past wanda's cell as she called out to her brother.

"wanda!" he screamed out as he watched the other guard reach through the bars and grip at her neck. the guard holding onto him roughly pushed him into the cell causing him to stumble and land on his shoulder, his face grazed the cement floor.

you had heard the commotion from your cell, you stood at the door looking over at the guards who simply laughed at the twins who were now in pain. all you could do was grimace. you hated this, you hated this place, each day you yearned to leave this hell hole you've called home. you heard pietro scream in frustration and then heard his rapid movements as he ran around his cell, thrashing against the walls.

you had seen pietro from a distance a few times. you were never allowed to be near the enhanced people and only managed glimpses of them. you had seen his super speed and the way the scientists trained him. it was brutal and he endured a lot just from the few moments you had witnessed. you started to notice that after particularly rough days he would do this, run back and forth for what seemed like hours on end. slamming into the cement walls that would somehow rattle from the force. he would yell in anger, cursing the guards and scientists for what they were doing.

the noise settled and you hesitantly sat in front of the small hole. you could see his large frame hunched over catching his breath. he ran a hand through his messy silver hair, his white tank top was dirty and slightly damp from his running. you peered behind your shoulder at the hallway making sure it was empty. you swallowed thickly with nerves in fear of getting caught before forcing three fingers into the hole and ripping the cement block from the wall. you could now fit your head through the hole comfortably if you wanted to.

"pietro," you said placing the block beside you. he faltered and gestured with an open hand in confusion at the now gaping hole in the wall. you couldn't help but pull your lips into a tight light suppressing the laugh you wanted to let out at the look on his face. using his speed he rushed to face you, eyes wide examining the open edges of the cement.

"you-"

"are strong," you cut him off jokingly.

the two of you sat staring at each other. it was weird to be face to face after countless months of unknowing the other despite being separated by only a wall. you took in his appearance. he was handsome. up close you could now see the slight curls to his hair and the short facial hair. his shoulders broad and built. under his sky-blue eyes were dark circles from the lack of sleep but it suited him. he was stunning and pietro was thinking the same about you. your hair fell haphazardly across your forehead. your eyes were kind and gentle, much different than the stone-cold eyes he had imagined in his head. your lips were pulled to one side in the tiniest of smiles as you took in his appearance. pietro found it hard to believe the stories he has heard about your reputation as he stared at you. expression soft, eyes and smile kind, you looked battered and worn down but still so youthful as if you didn't fit in with the surrounding grey walls.

"are you okay?" you finally asked.

pietro's nostrils flared and his eyes fluttered shut, "i don't know."

you hesitated a moment before repeating his words from a few days prior, "it's okay to not know."

if you weren't staring intently at the man before you you would've missed the smile that flashed across his face at your remark. it was soon washed away when you both heard loud footsteps from down the hall. you both quickly turned towards the noise that was approaching pietro's cell, he gulped harshly as a guard came into view. he looked back at the wall expecting to still see your face but instead, he saw a metal hand escaping through the hole as if the cement was never removed.

metal...?

it must have been late in the night. the guards had already dropped off the atrocious meal they call dinner and returned to pick the trays up. they rarely patrolled the hallways at night, opting to smoke outside. it was eerie each night. the sound of dripping water from pipes echoed, the occasional gunfire could be heard from the woods outside, slight whispers could be heard from the twins once in a blue moon but it was rare. in a place like this, they didn't let you be a person so it was hard to act like one.

pietro was lying on the bed facing the ceiling making a laughable attempt at trying to get some sort of sleep. he was imagining his life before this when his family was all together, when times were happy, when he was just a little kid and not a young adult performing for crazed scientists. his eyes scanned the room at the sound of bricks moving before seeing your head pop into vision from the hole. pietro let out a small laugh through his nose seeing your sheepish smile.

you sat facing the other not saying anything at first. it was oddly comfortable being face-to-face with the one they call quicksilver. you couldn't put your finger on why though. you've spoken so few words to him but then again it was the first time you let yourself speak to someone in this building that wasn't a doctor or a guard. maybe it was you being naive but it felt okay and safe.

"what made you cry the other day?" he finally spoke his question causing you to blink a few times.

"i think... i think they do something to my head. i mean, i know they do," you thought bringing your fingers to your temple as if the gesture helped you remember, "but i think i'm starting to notice when i'm on missions. it's hard to really know though it's all a blur."

pietro nodded softly taking in what you had to say, "like... brainwashing?"

"it has to be. they recite something each time and then it's like i'm not me," you confessed, "but these past few missions i'll overhear things from strangers passing by or i'll see something and i can feel myself start to wake from the trance. i'm starting to remember life before here and i'm becoming aware of what they have me doing."

"whatever it is they have you doing just know you are still a good person," pietro spoke quietly.

"i kill people," you said bluntly looking him straight in the eyes. he averted his gaze slightly, his hand coming to caress his jaw.

"the person they turn you into out there isn't you. the real you is sitting in front of me now."

"how can you be so sure, you don't even know me," you questioned.

"i don't think an out right evil person would check to see if a stranger is okay... or compliment them the first time they see them," pietro joked slightly. you hung your head as your lips pulled back into a smile. pietro couldn't help the way his body leaned closer to the hole with a big smile on his face observing the way you became shy.

"no one in this building is perfect. we've all done things that are considered evil but if we manage to hold on to some sort of sense of ourselves i think we will be okay. i hope wanda and i get out of here soon. it was a mistake yanno, being volunteers, i regret it. it makes me feel worse knowing you had no say in the matter. you're here every day as a puppet against your will and yet i walked through these doors. every day i'm in pain and every day i regret it," pietro's accent got thicker as he got emotional.

you frowned at the silver-haired man, "life in here is already hard enough, there is no point in being hard on yourself."

his eyes were glossed over, internally fighting himself for the choices he had made in the past. you reached your hand into the hole searching for his. this was out of character for you but it some selfish way you wanted the warmth of his hand to comfort you as well. it was peaceful sitting in silence holding each other's hand. the only form of physical touch the two of you ever received was in the form of torture. gruff hands slapping, punching, shoving, and poking you seemed like a far and distant sensation compared to the safety you felt as pietro's thumb traced the back of your hand.

"you should rest," pietro finally broke what felt like an hour's long silence, "they usually take you first."

you sighed deeply but you knew he was right. god knows what hour it was and you needed to try and get some sleep. pietro gently let go of your hand and allowed you to snake it back through the hole.

"thank you pietro. i hope we can talk more soon," you told him earnestly.

"i hope so too," he gave you a lopsided grin before you grabbed the brick.

it was mere days later when you two found yourself in the same position. the guards were out, pietro had finished his talks with wanda, the disgusting dinners were consumed and taken away, and here you were staring into the sky amongst grey walls. pietro noticed your face had small cuts scattered on it from a mission you were sent on a day prior but you had made no mention of it thus far. you were currently enthralled by pietro telling a story from his younger days. pietro was funny and he didn't even need to try, it had been years since you felt the burning sensation in your sides from laughing too much but he made it easy. and pietro loved the sound of your laugh, it was beautiful, irresistible almost. the two of you went back and forth sharing any memories you could remember from life before these walls and it was effortless but you knew just like the other nights it was soon time to hide the hole.

"you're really pretty," you confessed.

pietro's mouth formed an 'o' shape before turning into a giddy smile, "you are beautiful, dragă"

this time it was pietro plugging the brick back into the wall just as he was about to finish a loud booming voice came from your side of the wall. his hands shook slightly at the volume of the guard yelling 'soldier' in russian to you. pietro could no longer see what was happening but he heard you stand up and reply back and leave the cell.

although you and the guard walked in silence you knew he saw you talking to pietro. you continued to clench and unclench your fists trying to calm yourself for what was to come.

"Тебе нравится мальчик?" (do you like the boy?) the guard asked placing a firm grip on your shoulder, pushing you towards the all too familiar room. you stayed quiet and you heard the man snicker to himself, satisfied with your silence.

in the room, several other guards were standing in position, many holding guns. you saw the needles and wires spread across the small rolling table with a doctor in a white coat hunched over it. the monitors sitting idly waiting to read your vitals. the guard that escorted you pushed you into the contraption that stood before you forcing your body flush against the back. immediately automatic shackles secured your arms to the chair and the whirling sound of small electric plates situated themselves against the sides of your head.

"смешно... ты, кажется, молчишь только рядом с нами," (funny... you only seem to be quiet around us.) the doctor smirked, admitting they all were aware of you and pietro speaking. the doctor sucked his teeth as you glared at him, unwilling to confess to anything.

he picked up the mouth guard from the table wiggling it in front of your mouth waiting for you to open. you bit down in anger, all the muscles in your face twitching, your eyelids blinking rapidly pushing back any emotion daring to creep up at what you knew was about to happen. it wasn't often they wiped your memory, only when they deemed your actions defied them, like not getting enough information on missions which was rare. it had been months since the last time they did this. you screamed in agony as the electric volts zapped against your head. sweat started to bead across your thrashing body. it was indescribable and it wasn't a short process but once the currents stopped your world was black and each time you'd wake up in your cell with no recollection.

it was a week later you found yourself in the training room after being isolated since the memory wipe. your shoulders were hunched forward, chest facing the ground, your arms swayed ever so slightly by your side, your breathing was ragged after being beaten in the form of "training" for the last two hours. the doctors insisted it would be over soon, one final test for the day before you could go to your cell. the door creaked open and the familiar sound of boots entered, you didn't even bother looking up.

"солдат!" (soldier!) a guard yelled causing you to slowly pick your head up. at the door was a young man you'd never seen before, he wore tattered pants and a tank top, his hair was silver, and his blue eyes were opened wide in what you could only assume was shock. and though you didn't recognize him, pietro recognized you.

up until now, he had never seen your full figure before, only parts of your body that were visible through the hole. despite you clearly being injured and tired you stood tall and pietro could tell you were strong. the most alarming part about you was your arm... your metal arm. pietro's eyebrows scrunched together, head slightly cocked to the side examining the way the metal met your skin, some scar tissue bright red while others were faded.

before pietro could mutter any words aloud a doctor appeared from a side door and sauntered towards you holding a notebook.

"работа...установить..." (work...establish...) the doctor read.

"please, no," you whispered, your neck screwing to the side as if it will block the doctor's voice.

"станция..." (station...)

pietro watched as your chest heaved air in and out as the doctor continued reciting from the book, circling your body like a predator ready to attack. he watched as your teeth chatter together and your metal hand flexed. the doctor stopped behind your right shoulder leaning down slightly so his mouth was level with your ear. pietro couldn't hear the whispers but he felt nervous at the doctor's intense eye contact and the loud clap of the notebook being shut. the doctor lazily dragged his hand off your shoulder whispering one final command before exiting the way he came.

pietro jumped at the sound of the door behind him slamming shut as the guards snuck out, leaving only the two of you in the room.

"wha- WOAH!" pietro shrieked as you came barreling towards him at full speed, your metal arm raised high in the air to come down on his body.

"please i don't want to hurt you," but his pleas were left unheard as you socked him in the jaw, tossing him to the ground and repeatedly punching his stomach. although being fast, pietro found himself trapped beneath you and it took moments before he was able to get out and start running in different directions. slowly, you walked towards a vacant chair in the corner, eyes trained on the blue light racing around the room. you gripped the chair waiting for the right moment before launching it across the room and nailing pietro square in the back. you stalked towards his groaning figure grasping his shoulder and flipping him onto his back where you straddled him and punched at his face.

to pietro's relief, the doctor came back into the room beckoning an order to you. pietro watched from underneath your frame as your pupils twitched at him and your head robotically moved to face the doctor. you refrained from punching pietro anymore and stood up and walked to the doctor and the two guards who waited behind. one of the guards stabbed a needle into your neck and once more the world was black.

you couldn't even begin to guess what time or day it was when you finally woke up on the floor of your cell. your body was violently shaking from the cold and you started to panic. as much as you tried to think of any memories you couldn't, it was like your mind was a blank slate and it was causing you to panic even more which then turned into anger. you grabbed the small bed and threw it at the wall and screamed loudly. you repeatedly slammed your metal first into the wall causing dust to liter the air. guards walked past your cell but simply laughed and continued to make their way down the hall and off into the outside world.

"hey," a voice spoke unsteadily. you whipped your head around to the other wall and saw a face peeking through.

"it's okay," the man tried to ease seeing your angered state approaching him. you kneeled in front of the hole looking intensely at his face.

"who are you?"

this question confirmed pietro's fear that they wiped your memory. he had foolishly hoped that in the training room you were just too worn down to recognize him when he walked through the door before they sent you into your trance.

"my name is pietro. you may not remember but i am a friend," he spoke hoping to see any form of recollection cross your face. instead you examined him quietly before turning your head and examining the room. it was lit dully, your bed now turned on its side, and there was a tray of food sitting near the cell door that looked to be days old.

"this is a hydra base," pietro continued without you having to ask, "the people here are not good. they hurt us, they experiment on us, many people have died here. i have a sister here, a twin," he said pointing a finger behind him, "her name is wanda. they call us the enhanced. we both possess abilities no normal human would have due to their experimentations. we came as volunteers and i regret it."

"am i a volunteer?" you questioned.

"no, dragă. a few weeks ago you told me they found you during the winter, alone. you had been lost in the forest and they made promises to help you find home but you never returned. you said you aren't sure but you think it's been ten years since," pietro confessed, his accent thick with sorrow.

you hummed, unsure of what to say. you remembered none of this so what could you really say back? was pietro even telling the truth? how could you decipher fact from fiction in a state like this? despite the confusion and the absence of memory, something deep within you said it was all true, everything he was saying was right.

"why is my arm gone?" you whispered, slightly touching the contorting metal panels near the elbow.

pietro couldn't help but feel a pain in his chest as he observed you try and remember any semblance of yourself, "i- i don't know. what i do know is the doctors, they like you. you are very important to them and they make you do dirty work. the reason you can't remember anything is because they wipe your memory."

"i suppose that makes sense," you nodded slightly giving pietro a bitter smile.

"i am sorry for what they do to you," pietro stated earnestly. if he could help you in any way he would, over and over again, he would.

you paused, taking in pietro's face which held some serious injuries. the skin on his brow bone was split, his eye was bright red with blood and a nasty purple-green bruise on his jaw.

"did i do this to you?" you asked, slowly reaching your hand through to gently touch his jaw.

"of course you didn't my love," he murmured, tenderly grabbing your wrist and threading his fingers with yours.

"if there comes a time when i hurt you, please don't go easy on me," you pleaded.

"i cannot promise you that," he smiled at you softly, bringing his other hand to enclose your freezing one.

and pietro was being truthful. he couldn't nor he wouldn't harm you in the event the doctors forced you to fight. he would run and dodge the punches, and the chairs being thrown at him, but he couldn't fight you, he just couldn't. it pained him to see the different version of yourself, the real you locked inside begging to come out of the brainwashing.

pietro didn't think it would be so soon when he would be in the same position as before, standing across from you in the training room as the same doctor circled your body, reciting words in russian that would transform you into their super soldier. it was only hours after the two of you decided to sleep that pietro was ripped from his bed and dragged into the training room.

the doctor once again closed the notebook but before leaving he looked over at pietro, "it is a shame," he started with a thick russian accent, "her memory wiped twice in a week. i thought maybe you two would work well as a team. we could start sending you out on missions with her. but it seems she has developed a hm. what do you call it?" he fake pondered, "ah! a crush! and that is not something we take kindly here. she provides more to us here than you do so..." with that the doctor whispered one final thing in your ear before leaving.

pietro watched carefully as you headed towards him and at the last moment he sprinted away causing you to concave the metal door. you whipped your head around, eyes wide in anger, tracking the movements of the man. he was fast and this irritated you. sticking your leg out you managed to trip him at the last moment and his large frame hurled to the floor. you gripped his shirt in one hand and used your metal hand to punch him in the side of the face.

"it's me!" the man below you yelled. this had no effect on you and you raised your hand to hit him again but he grabbed your fist. the two of you violently struggled against each other before you used your hand clutched to his shirt to slide him away with great force.

"please i said i would never hurt you. it's me, pietro!" the man pleaded getting up to run past your approaching figure. for some reason hearing the name pietro caused a loud screeching pain in your head.

"what are you doing to my head?" you screamed, clutching your head in your hands, eyes screwed shut.

pietro stopped running and looked at your trembling figure, "i'm- i'm not doing anything."

you tried ignoring the high-pitched shrilling noise and stumbled to pietro. you grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him backward against the wall. although you moved him with force pietro could feel the weakness in your grip this time. he stayed silent looking into your eyes that were frantically examining him.

"the noise..." you muttered bringing your metal hand to hold your head.

"there... there is no noise," pietro spoke confused. there was no noise in the room besides heavy breathing.

"who are you?" you probed shoving him roughly against the wall.

"it's me. pietro. i live next to you in the cell. i came here as a volunteer with my twin sister wanda. you are here against your will. they found you when you were little and never let you leave. they hurt you every day, they aren't good people. trust me, please. it's me your friend," pietro rushed hoping to break through to you.

he felt your grip slightly falter as you looked him up and down. he couldn't make out the emotion in your face as you screwed and unscrewed your features together, internally fighting yourself. he wasn't scared, but nervous rather for your next move or action.

as pietro spoke the high-pitched noise continued to grow louder causing severe pain in your head. it made you nauseous and your vision would cloud with blinding bright light. you hung your head gasping for air as a vague image of a cell came to memory. you tried blinking it away but it would reappear, this time you'd see a man. the man you were pushing against the wall. his head was peeking through the cell wall. instinctually you pressed him further into the wall, pietro's shoulder blades started to ache. a new memory came and it was pietro holding your hand, his thumb caressing yours.

you shot your head up looking at the man. your eyes were glossy with tears from the pain you were experiencing. not just the physical pain of the intense noise but the mental pain as you tried to piece together who he was. his appearance was becoming familiar. his clothes, his broad shoulders, the facial hair on his jaw and upper lip, the cut on his eyebrow, the dark roots of his hair and the silver ends, and his eyes.

you dropped your grip and pietro's eyes contorted in confusion.

"like the sky..." you murmured.

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purehypnotic · 5 months ago

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hi! can you make a fluff headcanon of pietro maximoff pleaseee?😩

𝑻𝒀𝑺𝑴 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻!!!! 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕!🤍

*•.¸♡ ༺𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝑯𝒄𝒔༻ ♡¸.•*

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐳𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐛, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

🤍𝐇𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐚 š𝐢š𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬.

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚-𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥.

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚�� 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

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dearggntlereader · 5 months ago

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I NEED more people to write for my boy Pietro maximoff!! He's just so- jkaksaklm

LOOK AT HIM!!!

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 6 months ago

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heyyy hope you’re okay <3333

could i have a pietro x shy!reader, like literally anything will do (hurt/comfort, fluff, spicy) i just saw pietro in my dream and i need to read about him so baaaad

hi baby! doing well and hope you are too!! love it bc it’s so me😭 thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

PARADOX.

pietro maximoff x fem!reader — fluff

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You have a neighbour, he seems quite sweet really. You don’t see much of him, but when you do it’s always brief - either sharing an elevator ride to your apartment floor, or bumping into each other when you collect mail. The encounters were always short, almost non-existent.

You’ve never spoken more than five casual words before, but you liked seeing him around. And sometimes, you’d look forward to those fleeting moments when you’d see him around the apartment building. That’s not to say you were spying on him, or posing as some sort of stalker - but instead, the liking you had taken to him made you fixate on those seconds you’d potentially see one another.

He would always smile and nod at you in passing, but you’d often be too shy or nervous to return it. And instead, you’d find yourself turning your attention to your phone, diverting from his eye contact as you’d find it to be too much.

It was like a paradox. You liked seeing him, but you were too shy to actually see him.

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Your phone lights up, the notification of your food delivery driver telling you he’s getting close. You didn’t look particularly put together, but it was late and you’re collecting your dinner, so who's to judge.

Kicking your feet into a pair of random shoes by your door, you make your way downstairs - rushing down to meet your driver. But when the elevator stops on the ground floor, you see him, standing by the entrance.

You inhale, the act like you were preparing to make your way over.

He turns around to follow the ding noise, spotting you.

“Hey,” he greets, nodding at you in his usual way.

“Hi,” you reply faintly, moving to stand opposite him by the large glass doors.

He twists to look at you, a quizzical look on his face. “Waiting for food?” he asks.

You smile and nod, holding up your phone, showing the screen with the map of your area - a little bike in the centre. “Are you?” you ask, voice soft.

You’ve never asked him a question before. You felt sick.

He hums, showing you his screen. “What did you order?”

It was like he was eager to keep the conversation going, and so were you, really you were. But you couldn’t help but notice the bile-like taste in your mouth when your mind struggled to reply.

“Pizza,” you faintly chuckle, turning your attention down to the ground between your feet. You pause, forcing yourself to keep it going. “What about you— what did you order?”

“I couldn’t decide, so I ordered from a few places,” he shrugs, chuckling. He lifts his hand from behind his back, showing a bag. “Got my burritos, just waiting on my curries and pizza.”

You snicker, the sound faint but genuine. You wanted to say something, but you didn’t know what. “What uh– what did you get on the pizza?”

“I got veggie,” he says. “I’m watching my figure,” he jokes, rubbing over his belly.

You laugh again, this time it’s louder - like you were growing more comfortable around him. “At least you’re being mindful of what you eat.”

He chuckles, nodding. He pauses, looking like he’s thinking - his eyes focused on the patch of forever lasting dirt on the floor. “I don’t see you around here much. Do you live here?”

You nod. “I live here, just kinda stay in my apartment,” you faintly laugh.

“I uh– I always thought you hated me,” he smiles, shaking his head.

That could not be further from the truth.

“What makes you say that?”

“You never smile back,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Got the impression you don’t like me.”

That’s not true.

“That’s not true,” you shake your head. “I don’t hate you.”

His eyes playfully squint at you, humming in that way as if he’s trying to decide if that was a lie or not. “You can say ‘hi’ first, you know?” he chuckles. “Promise I’m not mean.”

You nod, a subtle smile beginning to shine through. This was the most you’ve ever spoken to him, it was nice –well you felt sick to your stomach– but still, it was nice talking to him. You turn your attention down to your phone, seeing the alert popping up on your screen. It was the only time you wished there was a delay. You wanted to keep talking.

“I uh…” you start, pausing briefly. “I can wait with you while you wait for yours?” you offer and immediately backtrack - feeling nervous from your sudden spurt in social confidence. “Or, I don’t know– just so you’re not waiting in the cold by yourself–”

He cuts you off, stopping you from your verbal spewing. “That would be nice.”

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Learn To Love Again - Chapter Twenty-Three: Phone Sex

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: You have a hard time letting go. Pietro helps you out. An exploration of kink with Pietro Maximoff. Each chapter from chapter 2 onwards will be a different kink.

Chapter Summary: You go on a mission without Pietro.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5023

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Notes:

this should've been out days ago but unfortunately Word ate 1000 words of it and it really killed my motivation for a little bit

warnings for violence, having to flirt with someone who isn't your boyfriend for the sake of a mission, and the general awkwardness that entails

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It was raining in Madripoor. The pavement under your feet was slick as you ran. You had no idea if you were still being followed. The sounds of your own heavy breathing and the rain falling all around you drowned out everything else.

You risked a glance over your shoulder, just as your foot hit an uneven paving stone, and you were sent sprawling, landing hard on your hands and knees. You tried to push yourself up, but you were met with a boot on the back of your neck.

Your head slammed into the pavement, and your vision went black.

Two weeks ago

You were half-asleep when the knocking came at your bedroom door. Pietro let out a quiet groan and pressed his face into the back of your neck. His arms were loosely wrapped around your waist. You felt the gentle pressure of his lips against your skin.

“Piet…” you mumbled, pulling one arm free so that you could check your phone. It was 6:45am.

“No…” Pietro whined, and you weren’t entirely sure if he was sleep-talking or not.

There was another knock.

“Who the fuck…” you muttered, but you were interrupted by Natasha’s voice calling through the door.

“You better have some clothes on, because I’m coming in!”

You glanced down at yourself. You were just wearing panties and one of Pietro’s t-shirts. Pietro, on the other hand, was fully nude. You’d felt his bare, semi-erect cock, twitch against your back as you pulled away from him.

Natasha was clearly not willing to wait, so as she opened the door, you quickly covered your legs with your duvet, careful not to pull it off Pietro in the process. Nat stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

Pietro groaned, his arms tightening around you. You were propped up on your elbow, awkwardly half-sitting as you stared at Nat. She was already fully dressed, her hair tied back into a neat braid. She was clutching a paper coffee cup in each hand.

“I’m pretty sure that door was locked,” you said.

“Good morning to you too.” She looked far too chipper how early it was. “I wouldn’t be a very good spy if a locked door stopped me, now would I?”

“You’d be a worse spy and a better friend,” you grumbled.

She rolled her eyes. “I actually volunteered for this. They were going to send Steve to come and get you. I’m glad they didn’t. He might’ve had an aneurysm if he’d walked in on this.”

“Steve wouldn’t have come in without knocking.”

“I knocked!” she protested.

“And didn’t wait for an answer!”

You sat up fully, letting the duvet fall away from your legs. It was nothing Nat hadn’t seen before. You had changed in front of each other countless times.

“I even brought coffee! I’m a good friend!” She thrust one of the coffee cups into your hand. You took it gratefully, taking a sip.

“This is good,” you conceded. “I may forgive you for waking me up.”

“Well, you better get dressed. You’re needed in the debriefing room. We’re going on a mission.”

That piqued your interest. You hadn’t gone on a proper mission since you returned from your break, a couple of weeks ago. As much as this was a rude awakening, you were pretty happy at the prospect of getting out there again.

“No,” Pietro whined again, grasping at the place where you’d just been lying. “Don’t wanna. Too early.”

“You don’t have to go anywhere, big guy,” said Nat. “You’re not coming on the mission.”

“What?” Pietro sat up abruptly.

“Christ, put that thing away, Pietro. You’re going to take someone’s eye out.” Nat looked up at the ceiling, and you glanced back to see Pietro sheepishly covering himself up.

“What do you mean I’m not coming on the mission?”

“I mean that your particular skillset isn’t required on this one. They’re sending a very small team. The two of us and Steve.” You didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened at the mention of Steve. “Experienced agents. I can’t say much more.”

“I fail to see any situation where my ‘particular skillset’ won’t come in handy,” he said through gritted teeth.

You had to admit he had a point. But by that logic, he should go on every mission ever just in case he might be needed.

“Let me have a quick shower. I’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes,” you said to Nat. The unspoken meaning was clear. Let me handle Pietro.

“Don’t be late,” she said, and then she left the two of you alone.

Pietro didn’t say anything immediately, so you went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. A moment later, he followed you. You thought he might try to coax you into a quickie in the shower, but he didn’t join you. Instead, he leant against the bathroom door, watching as you quickly scrubbed yourself clean.

When you got out of the shower, he didn’t say anything, but he did hand you a towel. At some point, you must’ve blinked, because he was dressed now. His hair was still tousled, but it was always pretty tousled. You honestly weren’t sure if it was intentional, or just a side effect of using superspeed.

As you brushed your teeth, Pietro came up behind you and put a hand on your waist. You made eye contact with him in the mirror.

“You’re going on a mission,” he said.

“I’m a superhero. It’s what we do.” You tried to say it light-heartedly, but it fell flat.

“Without me.”

You spat your toothpaste into the sink and turned to face him properly. “Is that what this is about? Are you jealous that I’m going to spending time with Steve and not you?”

He let out a noise of frustration in the back of his throat. “No, it’s not because I’m jealous. You know I worry about you. What if something happens to you and I’m stuck in this stupid compound with no way to help you?”

“Baby…” You cupped his cheek, feeling his stubble under your hand. You felt some of the tension go out of him. “I know. But I’ve been doing this since long before we met. I’ve survived this long. And Nat and Steve and I work well together. You know they won’t let me get hurt.”

He exhaled deeply. “I know. I know. I just… I worry.”

You stood up on tiptoes, drawing him towards you. You pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Two nights ago

In truth, covert ops wasn’t your speciality. Your powers weren’t exactly subtle. Perhaps Pietro had been right. His skillset was more appropriate to this mission than yours.

But if he was here, you’d be stuck at home, fretting over when he was going to come home. Selfishly, you were glad that it was this way around.

In any case, it hadn’t been your choice. You went where SHIELD sent you, and right now, SHIELD had sent you to Madripoor to track down some illicit supersoldier serum which was being used to create cheap copies of Captain America.

You were looking at one such cheap copy right now. He was tall, with bleached blonde hair and broad shoulders. He might’ve been handsome if he wasn’t a Hydra puppet.

Pietro was a Hydra puppet once too, you reminded yourself. Perhaps this man had no choice. You wouldn’t hurt him if you could avoid it.

You weren’t supposed to have direct contact with the target. Nat was supposed entice him in while you sat across the bar, ready to provide back up if needed. You were just supposed to be the muscle.

The supersoldier had dashed those plans when he’d completely ignored Nat in favour of coming and sitting beside you.

So you did what you had to. You did your job. You let him buy you a drink. You let him flirt with you, been a receptive conversation partner, and even flirted back a little.

There was an unpleasant knot in your chest. The last time you’d done anything even remotely like this, you’d been single, and even then, it had made you uncomfortable.

Now you had Pietro to think about as well. You were sure he would understand, although he wouldn’t be happy. When you looked at this man out of the corner of your eye, you could almost trick yourself that he was Pietro. They had similar builds, similar hair.

But this man was fair too clean-cut. He was dressed in a suit, his face shaven, his hair neatly cropped. His eyes were grey rather than blue. So not that much like Pietro at all.

“Forgive me if I’m being too forward,” said the man. You couldn’t quite place his accent. Russian, perhaps? “But do you want to get out of here?”

“Sure,” you said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

As soon as you were outside, he pinned you to the wall of the bar. His hands were on your waist, and you did your best not to flinch. He was going to kiss you. Were you going to let him?

You didn’t want to jeopardise the mission but the idea of this man’s mouth against yours was distinctly unappealing. Fortunately, you didn’t have to make the choice.

At that moment, Steve stepped out from the alleyway behind the man and hit him in the back of his head with the lid of a trashcan. The man crumpled and you caught him before he could hit the ground.

“Nice shield,” you said, nodding at the trashcan lid.

“I work with what I have,” he said, grabbing the man and putting him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

Nat appeared, and her face twisted into a frown as she saw what was happening. “You weren’t supposed to knock him unconscious.”

“Plans change.”

“Fine,” said Nat. “Let’s get out of here before anyone sees us.”

Now

Your face was pressed against the pavement. Rainwater ran into your mouth, and you sputtered, trying to fight against the weight that was crushing you.

Pressing hard against your sternum, tucked away in a hidden pocket in your suit, was the vial of supersoldier serum you’d retrieved from the lab. You’d been sceptical, but the information Nat had managed to extract from the man from last night was good.

Unfortunately, Hydra had seen you coming. They lay in wait, and ambushed the three of you at the lab. Nat and Steve held them off while you fled with the sample.

You reached for your powers, but hesitated. Rain made them unpredictable and dangerous. It was difficult to zap someone hard enough to incapacitate them but not kill them when water was cascading all around you.

Then, just as quickly as it had arrived, the weight was gone. You pushed yourself up into a kneeling position, trying to understand what was happening as the rain blurred your vision.

Steve and the supersoldier who had been pursuing you were locked in a vicious hand to hand battle. You stumbled to your feet.

Steve glanced at you for the briefest of moments before turning his attention back to the fight. “Go!” he shouted, but his momentary distraction allowed the assailant to hit him hard in the temple.

He fell to a knee. You knew that you were supposed to run now. Steve could take care of himself, and you needed to get the sample away from here. But you couldn’t leave him.

Instead, you launched yourself at the other supersoldier. You landed on his back, wrapping your arms tight around his neck from behind.

“You little bitch!” he snarled, and just for that, you gave him a nasty electric shock to the side of the neck.

His body tensed for a brief moment, and by the time he had recovered his senses, he was falling with you on top of him.

Taking a leaf out of his book, you pinned him to the ground with your body weight. He struggled against you, but you held firm.

“Stay still, you Nazi fuck,” you said, holding his arms in place with your knees.

He let out a strange, strangled laugh. “I don’t work for Hydra, you stupid bitch.”

And then his body began to convulse. You looked up at Steve, who was clutching his temple. His eyes widened as he stared at the man beneath you.

“Cyanide,” he said. “It’s too late. We can’t save him.”

“Shit.” The man’s body was now limp underneath you. “Shit.” You wiped some of the rain from your face, but it was still coming down hard.

From down the road, you heard the sounds of a car engine, and then a beam of headlights was heading towards you. You got to your feet, exchanging a nervous look with Steve.

You had a corpse on your hands. You really didn’t want to have to explain this to the authorities.

The car pulled up beside the two of you and the passenger side door swung open.

“Get in!” shouted Nat from the driver seat.

“Oh thank fuck,” you said.

Steve picked up the man’s body easily, and stashed him away in the trunk of the car. You slumped into the backseat, feeling a little dizzy. How long before the body began to smell? What were you going to do with it?

As Steve climbed into the front passenger seat and shut the door, Nat slammed on the accelerator and then you were off into the night.

“Where did you get this car?” asked Steve.

“Took the keys off one of the scientists at the lab. We’ll have to ditch it soon. It’s probably being traced. Don’t worry. I know how to shake them.”

You sat back in your seat. Your heart was still beating very fast. But you trusted Nat to handle this. This was the kind of thing she was good at.

Later, the three of you found yourselves at a hotel. It was different to the place you’d been staying for the last two weeks. It was safer that way.

The corpse, the captive supersoldier and the serum had all been deposited with a local SHIELD team. It was still six hours or so before SHIELD could get a jet to you guys, so you’d been advised to go and get some rest.

The three of you ignored that advice.

The hotel bar was completely empty at this hour. It was supposed to be closed, but Nat had slipped one of the bartenders some cash for a bottle of whiskey and to leave the doors unlocked.

It was sort of a post-mission ritual. Did you really go on a mission if you didn’t have a few drinks with your teammates to unwind?

Even Steve was drinking, although the alcohol had no effect on him.

“What do you think he meant by ‘I don’t work for Hydra’?” you asked.

Nat made a face. “No shop talk. That’s what the debrief is for. This is strictly personal time.”

“Right, right, sorry.”

She was still looking at you. Perhaps she could tell that you were feeling unsatisfied, because she said, “There are a lot of forces at play here in Madripoor. But there’s one name that keeps coming up.”

“I thought you said no shop talk,” said Steve.

Nat didn’t need to give a name. You’d all heard the rumours about the Power Broker. Did they really inspire such loyalty that someone would be willing to take a cyanide pill to protect them? You grimaced, taking a swig of your drink.

“Right, of course,” said Nat. “Let’s get into something a little more personal, shall we? You seeing anyone right now, Steve?”

Steve blanched. “I… No… I’m not.”

“Really? Not even got anything juicy for us to get into? One night stands? Secret trysts? Or maybe-”

“I’m not looking for a relationship right now, Natasha,” he interrupted. “I don’t have the time.”

“Are you sure? Sounds like you were able to make time when it counted. Never stopped you during World War Two.”

“Yes, well…” Steve paused to take a sip of his drink. He took his time in swallowing it, not looking at either of you. “Peggy is… was… different.”

The corners of your lips turned down. Nat, to her credit, looked chastened.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you said. “Do you miss her?”

He let out a humourless chuckle. “Of course. All the damn time. But I don’t want to talk about me. How are you and Pietro?”

“We’re good.” You couldn’t stop the breathless smile from flickering across your face. “Like, really good. Like, ‘I’ve never felt this way about anyone before’ good.”

He smiled back at you, a genuine thing that made you feel a little lighter. “I’m glad. I’m happy for you.”

“He was… anxious about me coming on this mission. He’s a pretty anxious person, actually. Which makes sense, considering everything that he’s been through. He finds it hard to trust people. But he’s getting better at opening up. And I’m so proud of him.”

Steve nodded. “He’s still… distant with me, but I hope that some day he’ll consider me a friend.”

You laughed, and Nat raised an eyebrow at you. You covered your mouth, embarrassed.

“I’m sure he will,” you said, and then took another drink to hide your laughter.

You should’ve been sleeping. You were supposed to be sleeping. But your skin felt hot. The whiskey had gone to your head.

In a few hours, you would be home. You would be with Pietro. He would kiss you and run his hands down your body and then he would probably slide his fingertips into your underwear and make you cry out his name.

Your cheeks were burning. Staring at the ceiling, you pictured him stripping you out of your clothes, laying tender kisses on the newly revealed skin. You turned your head and your eyes honed in on the burner phone you’d been issued for the mission, which was on your nightstand.

Technically, you weren’t supposed to make personal calls during an active mission, but technically, the mission was over. You had achieved your objective, and now you were awaiting extraction.

The sensible part of your brain was telling you to sleep. You would see Pietro in a few hours anyway. But the whiskey had washed that sensible part away, leaving the horny part to make the decisions.

You didn’t use the burner phone. That was a bridge too far. You had no idea how closely SHIELD monitored its usage, but to be on the safe side, you retrieved your actual phone to call Pietro.

It was close to 4am in Madripoor, which meant it was mid-afternoon in New York. He picked up on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey Pietro,” you murmured.

“Prinţesă?” His tone was breathless. “One moment.” White noise crackled through the speakers, and then Pietro’s voice was in your ear again. “Prinţesă?”

“Hey baby,” you said.

“I just had to run to my room,” he said. “How are you calling me right now?”

“Mission’s over, technically. I can’t give you any details, but I should be home tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” He sounded excited. “Are you drunk right now?”

“Only a little bit.”

He chuckled. “That figures.”

“I missed the sound of your voice. It’s been a lonely couple of weeks without you.”

“I’m sure Nat and Steve kept you company,” he said coyly.

“Not in the way that I want. That I need.”

“Yeah?” His voice dropped lower and you felt a shiver down your spine. “What is it that you need, my love?”

“I need you.”

There was a rustling of fabric. “What are you wearing?”

“Just an old t-shirt and some panties.”

“Mmm. Take your shirt off.”

“One sec.” You set your phone down as you pulled your t-shirt off over your head. You tossed it to the side and settled back against the pillows, sliding a hand into your panties. “Done. Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Of course I am,” he scoffed. “You call me up and sweet talk me about how much you need me, wearing almost nothing, and you think I’m not hard right now?”

“Show me.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh. There was a momentary pause, and then your phone buzzed with a new message.

It was a picture of Pietro from the waist down. He was lying on his bed, jeans and underwear pushed to halfway down his shins, his cock achingly hard as it lay on his stomach.

“Fuck,” you murmured. “I wish you were here.”

“Your turn.”

With a grin, you snapped a picture of your spread legs, your hand inside your panties. Your underwear didn’t hide much.

“Looks good enough to eat,” Pietro purred.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been touching myself a lot since you’ve been gone. I miss you. That video we made has helped a lot. I like watching your face while you cum over and over again.”

“Well, tomorrow you can make me cum in person.”

“I can’t wait,” he practically growled, sending a thrill through your core. “Normally I like to take my time with you, but not tomorrow. I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to my room and I’m not letting you out until I’m satisfied.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Hmmm… I don’t know if I’m going to be able to control myself, prinţesă. I might just ravage you the second you set foot off the plane.”

“Mmmm, yes please.”

“I think I’ll taste you first. It’s been a long couple of weeks without you. I miss your taste. The video can only do so much.”

You could see the image clearly in your mind: Pietro, one hand on his cock, the other holding his phone as he desperately jerked off to the sex tape the two of you had made. Your breath hitched.

“I want to sit on your face,” you said.

He let out a groan. “Yes. I want that too. I want you to pin me to the bed with your thighs and grind on my face until your pussy is the only thing I can see. The only thing I can think about.”

“Sounds like you’re already halfway there,” you teased.

“Not yet. I’m thinking about more than just your pussy right now. Your pretty mouth, for one thing. How good it looks when it’s wrapped around my cock. And your eyes. I want to look you in the eye while I fuck you. I want you to know exactly who is making you feel good.”

“It’s you, Pietro. It’s always you making me feel good.”

Your middle finger was rubbing your clit now. With one hand holding your phone, you couldn’t get the angle right to finger yourself as well, so this would have to do. You would save your hole for Pietro. You were sure he would like that, so you told him as much.

“Oh really?” You could almost hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. “In that case, I won’t finger you either. I want the first thing your pussy feels after two weeks to be my cock. I want to feel how tight you are around me.”

“Please… I want you to split me open on your cock.”

“Whatever you want, prinţesă. I’m gonna put your legs over my shoulders and pound you into the mattress like the slut you are. And you’re going to look me in the eye the whole time. Understood?”

“Understood. I can’t wait.”

“Me neither. You won’t forget who you belong to, will you, prinţesă?”

“I’m yours. I’m your slut.”

“Good girl. I wouldn’t want to have to tie you up.”

“I would. I would want that.”

He chuckled breathlessly. “Maybe I’ll handcuff you to the bed. That way when I fold you in half and pin your knees to the mattress, there’s nothing you can do but take my cock like the good little fucktoy you are.”

“Mm, fuck…” That last image had sent a bolt of lightning straight through you. Your fingers sped up their ministrations.

“Would you like that, slut?” he cooed.

“Yes. Fuck, yes. I want you to cuff me to the bed and keep me there as your personal fucktoy.”

Pietro’s breathing sped up. You could tell he was close.

“Are you gonna cum for me, Pietro?”

“Beg for it. Beg for my cum.”

“Please cum for me, Piet. I want you to fill my up with your cum. Please.”

He let out a low groan. You kept talking through his orgasm, alternating between pleas and your own breathy moans. Your name fell from his lips in the midst of his panting and grunting. You clenched around nothing.

“… Fuck,” he murmured after a long moment. “I made a real mess.”

There was silence, and then your phone dinged with a message. It was a picture of Pietro’s softening cock laying on his stomach. Cum was splattered over his abs and his hand. Your pussy clenched again.

“Now where were we?” His voice dropped back into a lower register that made you shiver. “Ah yes. I think next I’ll flip you over and take you from behind. You like it when I press your face into the mattress and take what I want from you, don’t you, my little slut?”

“Yes,” you gasped. The wet sounds that your fingers were making as they rubbed your clit were obscene.

“You like how easily I overpower you, don’t you? You like being held down and fucked.”

“Yes.” You were getting close now. Your eyes fell closed as you pressed your head back against the pillow.

“I like it too. I like how you feel when you’re underneath me, your sweet little cunt fluttering around my big cock. I like taking a superhero and turning her into a begging, mewling slut.”

“Fuck.” Your back arched off the bed, your fingers furiously rubbing at your clit.

“Cum for me, prinţesă. You know you want to. Cum on my big cock.”

“Pietro,” you whimpered as your orgasm overtook you, curling your toes against the mattress.

“Good girl. Cum for me, my love.”

You fell back against your pillow, panting hard. “Fuck. Holy shit, Pietro.”

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

“Better.”

“I doubt that. But show me. I want to see you.”

“Okay. One sec.”

You snapped one picture of your hand between your thighs, showing off the damp patch on your panties. Then you took a selfie of you sucking your fingers. You could tell when Pietro had received them from the low groan he let out.

“Fuck,” he said. “You’re going to make me hard again.”

“I don’t think I have it in me for another round.”

“I guess I will have to make do with the video we made.”

“Make do? Excuse you, that video is a masterpiece.”

He chuckled. “Not as much of a masterpiece as you.”

“Shut up.” You felt your cheeks growing hot. “I hate you.”

“You wound me, my love. But it is no matter. I love you even if you hate me.”

“Oh Pietro…” you murmured. “I adore you. But I should probably get some sleep. It’s late.”

“Wait, my love, just one moment, please?”

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to say… I finally got around to seeing that therapist.”

“Oh really?” It was something that Pietro had been talking about for a while, but he had been hesitant to pull the trigger. “How was it?”

“It was… hard. But I figure there’s no point in doing it if I’m not going to be honest with my therapist. So yeah. We’ve been digging in to… painful things. Old wounds. I know it gets worse before it gets better, and I’m in the ‘worse’ part right now.”

“Oh Pietro… I’m sorry I’m not there with you.”

“Don’t be.” He let out a quiet, sad chuckle. “I’m glad you’re not here to see how much of a mess I am.”

“Don’t say that. I love you so much. I’ll love you no matter how much pain you’re in.”

“I was telling my therapist about you. And as I was telling her, I was realising that I should tell you too. I know you know some of this but… I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I’ve never really trusted anyone else, apart from Wanda. You made trust worth it. So thank you. I have never felt as safe as I do with you.”

“Pietro…” Your eyes were wet with tears. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I should let you get some sleep.”

Part of you didn’t want to leave the conversation there, but your eyes were starting to ache. If you closed them, you were pretty sure you would drift off immediately.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You better,” he said.

“Goodnight, Pietro.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

You didn’t dream. It felt like only few seconds after you shut your eyes, it was morning and Natasha was knocking on the door to your room. Your phone was still in your hand.

You sat up blearily as Natasha let herself in.

“Good, you’re awake,” she said by way of a greeting. “The plane should be getting here soon. We need to get ready.”

“What time is it?” Your voice was crackly.

“7am.”

“Fuck.” You rubbed your eyes. At least you could sleep on the plane.

You stumbled into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. When you emerged, Natasha was still waiting, which was unexpected.

“Are you alright?” you asked, feeling slightly more awake now. You applied some deodorant and then stuffed it back into your bag.

“The lab analysed the sample we brought them.”

“That was quick.”

“It didn’t take long for them to figure out that it was completely inert. Water and food colouring, apparently.”

“It was fake?” You stopped in your tracks, hands on the zipper of your rucksack.

“Looks that way. I guess they must’ve known we were coming.”

“Shit.”

“Shit,” she agreed.

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local-crying-boy · 7 months ago

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🄿🄸🄴🅃🅁🄾 🄼🄰🅇🄸🄼🄾🄵🄵 🅇 🄵🄴🄼!🅁🄴🄰🄳🄴🅁

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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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memphisnovels · 3 months ago

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Evermore

Chapter 35. Therefore I am

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Things are starting to get real, I've been working on the next three chapters all together so sorry about the hiatus <3

What side will Nadia choose??

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: Angst, canon-typical violence, mentions of PTSD

I tapped my foot rapidly against the floor, slumping into my seat as I watched Tony and Steve arguing in the next room over, the glass too thick for me to be able to hear exactly what they were saying but my eyes darted back and forth between them, nonetheless. The two had been known to clash, it was nothing new for them to express their fervent disagreement with each other, but this felt different. Everything about this felt so far removed from any of the previous tiffs that had occurred between any of us. The trip to Berlin had been short and filled to the brim with anxious anticipation. Steve, Sam and Barnes had been taken into custody along with the grieving T’Challa. My eyes flickered between the two men in the next room and the small television on the wall, playing a live feed from the clear cell Barnes was being detained in.

A familiar voice calling out my name had my eyes finally drifting away, landing on Pietro’s broad frame. It was as though, the moment I saw him almost all the tension in my shoulders fizzled out. I was on my feet almost before I’d processed that he was here in front of me. Without speaking a word, I wrapped my arms around his neck, embracing him tightly, as if he’d simply dissipate into thin air if I didn’t cling to him. His larger hands engulfed my face, pushing the strands of hair back to search for injuries, apparently not quite subdued by our phone call after the bombing.

“I’m glad you’re here.” I murmured, feeling inclined to tell him the whole truth in the moment. “This whole thing is a mess.”

His hands still cradled my face, tilted my head upward to look him in the eyes. “It will be okay; we’ll figure it out.” He spoke with such conviction that I almost believed him. I glanced over at the room Steve and Tony were in just in time to see the former storm out. The latter threw his hands up in exasperation, Natasha sat at the table rubbing her temples, Sam leaning back in his seat, arms crossed as he stared at the floor. My eyes met Pietro’s again. “Where are Wanda and Vis? I’d think they’d want to be here to see how things pan out.” He swallowed, blinking a few times before his gaze shifted toward Tony and then to the floor. His hands dwindled, trailing down the sides of my face until they landed on my hips. “Pietro.” I spoke softly.

He didn’t meet my eyes as he responded. “Mr. Stark thought, with all the media attention and heat on us, on Wanda, that it would be best if she were kept out of the public eye for a while.”

“Mr. Stark? You agreed to that?”

Finally, he met my eyes, offering a single nod. Before I had the chance to say a word he was defending the decision. “It’s like you and Natasha said, we’ve made public mistakes, Wanda especially, having her stay at the compound keeps her secure and out of the public eye. I just want to keep her safe.”

My furrowed my eyebrows at him, half-disbelieving and equally displeased. “By locking her away?” I took a step away from him, his hands falling to his side.

“It isn’t like that…”

“Is she free to leave when she chooses?”

He shook his head, opening and closing his mouth a few times before finally responding. “You make it sound like she’s locked in a jail cell; she’s got plenty of things to occupy her time with at the compound.” Steve entered the room then, flanked by Sharon Carter, prompting me to lower both Pietro and I to lower our voices slightly for some semblance of privacy.

“Just as long as its within the compound walls?”

He narrowed his eyes at me now. “Nadia, that’s not… this is what’s best for her.”

“And that’s up to you and Tony?”

He opened his mouth to respond but I cut him off when Agent Carter pressed the button allowing sound from the television stream to enter the room. It wasn’t the act that caught my attention, but the words I heard spoken by the doctor in charge of Barnes evaluation and the language he spoke them in.

He walked toward the glass containment unit, reading, from a book in Russian. “Longing. Rusted. Seventeen.” My hands shot up to my head as a sudden ache set in. When I blinked, I saw flashes of something, or perhaps somewhere. It was dark and decrepit and cold. I blinked again and I was back. Not this shit again. “Daybreak.” When the doctor spoke that final word, Barnes ripped his arm from its bounds before beginning to tear off the rest of his confinements. The doctor continued to speak. “Furnace. Nine.” Barnes punched at the door of his cell, and I was sent reeling back through my mind yet again.

I cradled my legs against my chest sitting on the damp ground with my back against a brick wall. There was a flash of dark hair and then steely eyes boring into me. “Stop crying.” A rough hand grabbed my chin, but everything was still blurry, the fear, however, that was apparent, it made itself known, burrowing down into my bones. “Weapons don’t weep.”

Pietro’s voice pulled me back to reality, he asked if I was okay, but I was distracted by the sight of Barnes breaking through the door of his cell.

I took the stairs two at a time, Natasha hot on my tail. By the time I’d made it downstairs, Pietro was already there, throwing punches. He did well to hold his own against Barnes, but it wasn’t long before he was overpowered. I ran toward the door centered within the glass wall. Barnes had just finished bending a metal pipe around Pietro’s neck. I moved to his side quickly, ensuring the pipe was not restricting his breathing. “I really do not like that guy.” He huffed, mostly unscathed, save for a few blooming bruises.

“Join the club.” I responded. Standing swiftly and catching Barnes’ fist before he could strike. I was no match for him in strength; never was. “You’re really beginning to piss me off.” I muttered, scanning his face for any sign of the merciful, borderline tragic man I’d seen back in Austria. Looking into his eyes made it clear that the Barnes from before was long gone. He was all Winter Soldier now. I twisted quickly to evade his next attack, ducking under his arm and hitting him hard in the ribs on my way. He evidently noticed but showed little sign of discomfort. I threw a hard punch which he caught easily, using the leverage to flip me onto my back, but it was enough of a distraction for Natasha to attack from behind.

She launched upward to put him into a chokehold, attempting to deathroll him, however, this was no ordinary civilian, he was not just a super soldier he’d been my mentor, he’d even taught Natasha a lot of her most skillful movements. He slammed Natasha into a wall whilst she clung to his back. Two more and her grip was loosened enough for him to send her flying across the room into a stack of chairs before I’d even had the chance to react. However, when I did, it was a quick maneuver. I kicked him in the back of the knee and when that didn’t buckle him, I wrapped my arm tightly around his throat, jumping to lock my legs around his.

“You get the doctor; I’ll deal with this.” I shouted to Natasha as she jumped to her feet once more, she hesitated for a moment but a reassuring look from me had her turning on her heel to find the fleeing man. My grip was perfect, infallible, but when his metal fingers wrapped around my wrist so tightly, I was sure that even the slightest increase in pressure would crush the bone, he managed to pry my arm away. I swallowed down the yelp that fought its way up my throat when he yanked me over his shoulder and slammed me down atop a square table. The surface groaned with the force of my body hitting it. I tried to wedge my leg between up to kick him away from me, but once I felt the cold metal lock around my throat, I knew my next move needed to work. Panic set in as his icy grip tightened. Maybe, fighting wouldn’t get up anywhere after all. I grabbed ahold of his forearm tightly to anchor his attention. “Look at me, you remember me, I know you do; or at least you can.” He didn’t even twitch. I tapped the side of his neck briefly, before dropping my hand back to his arm. “The carotid artery, you taught me all about it. The amount of pressure needed to knock someone out… or to kill them. You taught me that in the Red Room, remember?” His grip tightened, just about cutting off my air supply. I could hear Pietro shouting my name, thrashing around, attempting to break the metal entrapment. “Bucky.” I choked out, a last-ditch effort. It was a split second, barely anything at all. Without being raised as I was it may have slipped notice entirely. A wrinkle appeared beside his eye, signaling a momentary squint, the slightest furrow; confusion, maybe even recollection flashed across his eyes before it was gone. I repeated the nickname, and his grip loosened ever so slightly, allowing air to flow slightly less disturbed again. It was the slightest crack in his immovable, unmerciful disposition and all I needed to slide my leg upward and deliver a hard quick to his stomach. I moved quickly to my feet when he was off me, jumping from it when he kicked the base, sending it flying backward. “See you do remember, Bucky, that’s what Steve used to call you isn’t it?” He didn’t respond but the furrow deepened. “Whatever he did to your mind, you can fight it. Don’t let him turn you back into someone you despise.” He paused again, prompting me to take a single step forward, arms in the air. “I know what it is like, hydra muddled my mind too. I don’t want to fight you, but you have to stop.” I took another step forward when he made no move to attack. He pulled at the roots of his hair, clearly battling some kind of inner turmoil. When his head rose again, he looked me dead in the eyes, squinting slightly as if confused. I opened my mouth to speak again but he cut me off.

“114.”

Three simple numbers. That was all he said, yet it sent my mind reeling all over again.

“What did you just say?” Truthfully, I was afraid of his answer. I’d heard that number far too frequently over the last few months, though it was not just this that disturbed me. They did not ever call me 114 in the Red Room. The first time I recall gearing it was in my own mind when I was remembering my time with Hydra. It was exclusively their term, not one I ever heard Dreykov utter.

So how the hell did the Winter Soldier know it?

He took a step toward me, face falling slightly. “I did not want to do it…”

“Do what?”

“It was the mission. You broke their rules, your mind could not help but find you even after all of it. They had to take it from you.” None of his words made sense to me, I assumed the ‘they’ was Hydra, but I did not understand how he knew anything about that time, nor why he spoke as though he’d been a part of it. I was frozen in place as he took another step closer. “I’m sorry you trusted me.”

The cold embrace of metal cut my air supply once more and my feet lost contact with the ground in the blink of an eye. I clawed at his hand, kicking at him and attempting to reason but was unable to get any words out with his hand closing in around my throat. I made out T’Challa’s form entering the room, spooking Barnes who sent me flying me backward. The impact of the glass wall shattering around my body culminated with a crashing sound and shouts of my name reached my ears but soon there was nothing at all.

Everything was blurry when my eyes opened again, eyelids so heavy it felt like an impossible task to keep them open. Strands of silver hair fell in front of Pietro’s eyes as he leaned over me, a warm hand tilted my head toward him. I could barely make out the movement of his lips, but the sounds were gargled and distant, not quite comprehensible. I blinked up at him a few times, my vision becoming slightly clearer now. When I made sense of my surroundings and the events that had led to me lying surrounded by shards of glass, I sat up abruptly, scanning the room for Barnes. My head started spinning instantly, eyes blurring for a second, Pietro’s hand held the back of my head up, keeping me from collapsing backward.

“Woah, Slow down, Nadia.” He urged, eyebrows knitted together with worry.

I pressed the palm of my hand to my forehead attempting to soothe the throbbing ache that was setting in. “That doctor… he activated the Winter Soldier, we have to go after them, Barnes is not in control of himself anymore.”

“No, the only thing you have to do is get checked by a real doctor.”

“I’m fine, I can’t just sit around and wait for things to get worse, I need to find Barnes before he gets himself in more trouble.”

Pietro shook his head in disbelief. “He could have killed you! He’s hurt a whole lot of other people too, why do you care what happens to him?”

“Because I was him, Pietro.” I forced myself to my feet, bracing against the head spins that followed after. “If Anna hadn’t taken a chance on me, I’d still be him.” I chose not to mention the numbers he’d spoken to me nor my earlier recollection, presuming Pietro had not heard, since he’d yet to ask about it.

That subdued him momentarily and before he could argue any further Stark entered my line of sight, nursing a quickly blooming bruise around his eye. “You okay, kid?” He asked, holding a hand out to help me up. I accepted it and Pietro held my other arm, hoisting me upward. “Ross has given us 36 hours to bring in, Sam, Cap and Barnes.”

“What the hell? How long was I out for.”

“A while, they got away.” Pietro murmured just as Tony excused himself to take a call. My sigh was filled with evident exasperation as I attempted to walk by him to head back upstairs. He caught my arm before I could get any further. “I wasn’t joking about you needing to be checked by a doctor.”

I crossed my arms over my chest with a huff. “We do not have time for this, Pietro, I’m fine.”

“You were thrown through a glass wall.” He deadpanned.

Glancing behind me I saw the remnant of the aforementioned wall, jagged edges and shards covering the floor. “Occupational hazard.” I shrugged.

“Nadia.”

I groaned, throwing my hands in the air in frustration. “Fuck! Fine! I will get cleared by a doctor. Then, will you kindly, get off my ass?”

The corners of his lips quirked ever so slightly and his eyes softened, but there were still shadows around them. “But it is such a nice ass to be on.” His taunt almost came as a relief to me. It was proof, more than anything else, that maybe not everything was lost. The only thing convincing me right now that maybe things really could go back to the way they were.

I let my hand ghost over his cheek, and it was him who looked relieved now. My thumb caressed downward, smoothing over the delicate flesh of his throat where purple was now blooming from him fighting against the metal pipe that had held him down.

“Are you alright?” I asked, tracing the bruise as if the tips of my fingers could wash away the pain of it.

He nodded, his own hand traveling up to eclipse my wrist gently, thumb caressing the back of my hand. “I’m worried, Nadia.”

I exhaled deeply. Glancing downward for a long moment as I gathered my thoughts. “So am I.”

“At least we’ve both signed the accords, so we know we’re on the same page, it’s just Sam and Steve we have to worry about.”

I opened my mouth but closed it again before any words could come out. The accords: I had signed them… and yet, standing here before Pietro I wasn’t so sure we were on the same page. What Tony had said at the compound echoed in my head.

If we can’t accept limitations, we’re boundary-less, we are no better than the bad guys.

He wasn’t wrong.

But then neither was Steve. Governments have agendas, that in itself goes against everything the Avengers was created for.

None of this felt right. It was chaos upstairs and I found myself standing helplessly in the middle of it all. The doctor had cleared me after patching up my cuts and mentioning something about a potential concussion or something along those lines. Natasha had gone to find T’Challa, hoping he’d be willing to work with us to find Barnes. I tapped my foot against the ground restlessly as I watched Pietro standing before a TV with the news playing.

“What did the doc say?” Tony asked, swiping through something on his phone.

I shrugged. “I’ll live.” He rose an eyebrow at me, glancing at me over the edge of his screen. “Nice bruise,” I added, mirroring his expression.

He grumbled something under his breath. “You want to come to Queens with me?”

“Not particularly,” I responded, twisting to stretch my aching back and neck. “What’s in Queens.”

It was his turn to shrug. “Backup… maybe.” I nodded absently, my mind still going back over what Barnes had said to me. It didn’t make any sense, if we had met before the Red Room why didn’t I remember? I remember him mentoring me, I remember all of that. Obviously, Hydra had done a number on my mind, but even then, there were always remnants; weren’t there? How could this part be completely missing from my recollections? For the first time ever, I wished Norris was here. Tony watched me with slightly narrowed eyes. “You doing alright, Nads?”

“Yeah…yeah, I’m good, today is just… a lot.”

He laughed dryly. “You can say that again.”

I looked down at my hands, mind flashing back to the dark cold room, Barnes’ words. “There’s something I need to finish here, but I’ll see you when you get back from Queens with the cavalry.”

Tony took a step toward me, reaching out but his hand stopped short of my shoulder, hesitation evident in his pause. I glanced at his hand for a moment before nodding at him. The warm weight of his palm was bizarrely comforting. “Thanks for having my back, kid.”

I swallowed heavily, nodding at him. “Yeah of course.”

“Hey, when we’re back in New York after this is all hashed out you should come to the lab with me… I created a device, it might not work for you, but it connects with the brain to help you relive memories as if you are there, interacting with them.” I didn’t respond right away, evidently encouraging Tony to continue. “While I was ‘tinkering’ as you like to put it, I had this thought, maybe this could be like what Norris does for you but without the aspect of human error, you wouldn’t necessarily have to know where to look to find the memories.”

I opened my mouth but closed it again soon after, not knowing what to say seemed to be a trend for me today. Tony looked down at his phone once more, nonchalant as he opened it. Though, as much as he clung to his unaffected disposition, I couldn’t shake the sincerity of his words. “I see why you have to wear the metal suit now… because inside you’re all soft and squishy.” It was a taunt, but I punctuated it by returning the gesture of squeezing his shoulder briefly before letting my hand drop back to my side. “Do you really think we’ll be able to ‘hash’ this all out?” I asked, earnestly.

He exhaled, looking through the glass toward the news Pietro was still entranced by. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’m doing my best to stay positive. Manifesting a non-catastrophic outcome, I guess. The power of thought is all the rage these days, what’s the saying? I think…”

“I think, therefore I am.”

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Quicksilver?

Fandom: MCU movies

Pairing: no pairing but if you see it as one, then go with it.

Characters: Pietro Maximoff

Plot: you lose your dog and have been putting up lost dog posters. Thankfully, someone contacts you about him and you decide to meet in a public park so you can get him back.

Notes: written for @flufftober day 1 prompt - Lost Pet Meet Cute

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You’d spent the day putting up posters to find your lost dog. He’s got grey fur and you’ve had him for five years. He went missing a few hours ago and you really wanted to find him again.

You were on your way home when your phone rang. You didn’t recognise the number, so you hoped it was someone that found your dog.

“Hello.”

“Hi, I think I found your dog. Silver, green eyes, very fluffy, no?”

The person on the other end had a thick accent, and it sounded so pretty. “Yes, that sounds like him. What’s the name on the collar?”

You heard a chuckle as he responded, “Quicksilver.”

“Yes, that’s him.” You were unsure why the person on the other end was chuckling, but it was fine as long as you got your dog back. “Would it be alright with you if we met somewhere? Or I could come to you?”

He named a few places close by and you chose one. You were thankful you had Silver’s lead with you. You both decided to meet in about 10 minutes, which would be how long it would take you to get to the location. You also share your names, so you know their name.

You head that way and when you get there, you see your dog and someone playing with her.

When you get close enough, you only say his name, “Pietro?”

He looks up and over at you, calling Quicksilver back over to him. He stands up, holding her and you take him in. He’s very pretty. Stunning, actually. He smiles and asks about your dog, handing her back to you. You took her hand held her tightly and muttered something about her never leaving you again. You finally looked back up at him and said, “I was so worried that I wouldn’t find her again.”

“I’m happy to bring her back to you.” He stares at you for a moment before he looks at you a bit confused. “Why Quicksilver?”

“Have you seen how fast she runs?”

He smirks and nods.

“Well, add that to her pretty silver fur, and Quicksilver is what I came up with.” You paused before finally asking, “Is there something I can give you in return as a reward?”

“Coffee.” He seemed happy.

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes, we get coffee together.”

“Oh, ok. I’d like that.” You pulled out her lead and went to put it on her, but pulled back. You looked up at him and shyly asked, “can you please hold her? I need to put her lead on her so she can walk with us.”

“Of course.” He took Quicksilver from you and held her for you. You put the lead on her and he set her down. With this, she led the two of you away and you had coffee with him. When you both went to leave, he asked for your number and made plans to go on a date. He kissed your cheek before you both walked off.

You turned to see him speed away and that’s when it hit you, you just had coffee with Quicksilver from the Avengers. It was either that or someone else had the same power he did.

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yellow-eyed-sams-wife · 6 months ago

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Tidal Wave - Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader Oneshot

🎶"Letting go, take control over me Undertow, getting pulled Underneath

Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave Lost in one another hopin' never to be found (Loving you) Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave Rollin' 'round forever 'til we both come crashing down (Loving you) Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave Coming up for air I swear we're just about to drown (Loving you) Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave"🎶 •~ Tidal Wave - Nickelback.

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"Tidal Wave." - A Pietro Maximoff x Reader Story Playlist ♡《https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLcrnolsANfl08_fv9HXBOaiEOnUxPr9XU&si=1wNkiWHutLo0UO5F

Plot Summary: Love is found on a Christmas vacation in New York city, when yet another villainous attack rattles it wicked way across it.

Part 1 - ["Best Vacation Ever..?"]:

New York City. Despite the less than livable conditions that litter the streets, regardless of the attempts to hide it with broadway and times square glamor, lying strong deep in the dark of it, NYC has it's suprisingly beautiful upsides. Especially in the winter, as a New York Christmas has been calling your name for too long of a time. So you've finally saved up enough funds, you've finally been given a chance to live out one, of your many, dreams. Ever the optimistic lady, (so much so sometimes it borders delusional, your family members have previously told you,) and constantly having your head in the clouds, nothing else could make you happier than to be able to act upon what you've been told is more likely not to happen.

So that brings you here, to the home base of the famed (,or infamous, depending on who you ask,) avengers to spend your holiday.

Strolling through the busy streets, minding your own. Sounds of screams of terror and a small building crashing break you from your carefully figured route.

Frozen in panic, the next thing you know, you're multiple streets over from your point of origin, at a makeshift med camp. At least one hundred people are there having their wounds tended to, meanwhile you're standing there with a dumb clueless look on your face, as the breeze wrecks your hair.

A tap on your shoulder has you turning round to stare into the clearest blue eyes you have ever seen. Quicksilver. He's one of the new additions the media won't stop fawning over. 'Rightfully so' you recall thinking. 'Even tho I'll probably never actually do it, I'd melt to meet him face to face' Now you're 100% a goner.

Lost in fuzzy memories of the brief interviews of his you couldn't help yourself from watching, currently mentally replaying his lovely accented voice. "It's a pleasure to save such a lovely woman. It's one I don't often fortunately have."

Now lost in his eyes on top on being wrapped up in your swarming cyclone of thoughts, it slips your mind to pay attention to what exactly it is that was coming out of his pretty mouth.

Slowly easing out of his, almost uncanny energetic and buzzing happy demeanor as a realization dawns in his enchanting eyes. Understanding now you're obviously still in shock from his save, he promptly asks your name.

Pulled from your anxious haze by his dreamy voice, you give him what he asked for. Albeit internally embarrassed you missed something else he said. Both your eyes meet and you two miss a paramedic getting the attention of the scarlet witch who just arrived to see why Pietro hadn't yet returned.

She finds out they tried separating you two just before she showed up and that their attempts to get the attention of you both fell flat when Quicksilver insisted on a few minutes more with the lady who they assumed needed medical assistance. In the words of Pietro, as they quoted him, "You have others to attend to, do you not?"

The paramedic was just trying to do their job but couldn't when Quicksilver wouldn't leave your side, as though you were attached at the hip despite just meeting. He wasn't doing anything wrong, really, you were the last civilian in harm's way.

He already evacuated everyone else and the rest of the avengers can take this villain without him. If they could only read his mind like Wanda could, they wouldn't blame him for hovering. He wasn't trying to overwhelm the poor lady but she seemed so shaky and still hadn't talked much.

You only gave him your name. Though he was unsure why he was so invested in the well being of this pretty stranger and couldn't figure exactly how he couldn't move on to something else even half as fast as he normally could, he couldn't bring himself to care about that at the moment.

Wanda understood her brother like no one else and her powers only strengthened their familial bond. Though this could most likely be the start of something more for her brother and the nice young woman, she still needed to let the paramedic examine her. Walking up to you two, she introduced herself as his sister and gently pulled Pietro from your side.

He reluctantly went, though the pep in his step quickly returned and was quite visible as Wanda telepathically told him that he can check on you right after they were done your checkup. 'Thankfully,' Pietro thought, 'you can't see through the paramedic.'

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pretty-little-mind33 · 4 months ago

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Pietro Maximoff x mutant fem!reader

Summary: You hate Pietro for how he treats you, or at least you do until you're stuck in an elevator with him.

Genre: hurt and comfort, enemies to lovers (only they aren't "enemies") <3

Warnings: Pietro is a dick in the beginning, panic attacks, claustrophobia, swearing, i use Czech to represent Sokovian (probably shitty translation)

~ thank you for requesting @princesssunderworld! loved this prompt sm! i wrote this for Pietro because we need more Pietro content asap and i have so many wips for Tangerine already! I hope you like this! ~

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

Pietro Maximoff is quite possibly your worst nightmare.

While he does have the face of an angel, all doe-eyed and charming smile, he somehow manages to make your life a living hell. He's like some beautiful, insufferable, devil that constantly insists on sitting promptly on your shoulder.

Mostly, he spends his days finding any excuse to either argue with you or undermine you. During training, he constantly makes snarky comments on your form and purposefully speeds by you to knock you on your ass. He'll always wear the same smirk when you chew him out, almost like he's amused and you despise it.

You hate him.

And most of all, you hate how it makes you feel. How he makes your cheeks feel warmer and that unfamiliar feeling bubble in your stomach.

Wanda tries to convince you he has a school-boy crush on you—like some little boy who likes pulling little girls' hair on the playground. You don't want to hear it. He's a grown man now, not a boy anymore. If he has a crush, he should deal with it like an adult.

One afternoon, Pietro had just pulled one of his so-called pranks on you, causing you to walk under a bucket of cold water and successfully drenching you and rendering the flames that usually spark from your hands from your anger into smoke.

The Avengers in the room training grow silent as Pietro, sitting on the weightlifting bench, bursts into laughter.

"Pietro!" Wanda shrieks, immediately rushing to you from where she'd been talking to Vision but you shake your head, frustrated tears threatening to brim in your eyes.

You send Pietro a glare and storm out of the room, shaking your wet sleeves.

You're too busy mumbling curses under your breath to hear Wanda shout at her twin brother as you furiously press the elevator button. When the doors opens you do hear his voice, however, "Y/n! Princezna (Princess)!"

You rush into the elevator and spin around, pressing the close button as fast as you can but obviously, Pietro is much faster.

He reaches you before the doors close, almost slamming into you as his body vibrates from the aftermath of his powers. His hand comes up behind your head instinctively so you don't hit your head against the wall and he glances down at you, his blue eyes piercing into yours.

You push him away just as the elevator wobbles and the sound of something snapping is heard. Pietro's speed must have somehow messed up the elevator system because the elevator starts to fall.

You gasp, reaching for the only other person in the elevator, and Pietro is by your side in an instant, crouching you both into one corner, his arms tightening around your waist as the elevator falls three stories and then halts with a loud screech.

Your mutation sometimes manifests when you're stressed, so you barely even register that you've set a part of Pietro's sleeve on fire from where you're clutching his arm until the sprinkler in the elevator turns on, soaking you both.

"Hey, miláček (darling)," Pietro holds one of your cheeks in his hand, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he sees the white cloud in your eyes disappear and you blink. "You're okay." You're breathing heavily now, staring at him until you snap and push him away, curling your arms around your knees.

You look at the elevator panel only to see it's broken. Pietro is trying his hardest to pry the doors open, but even with his speed, they remain shut.

"Fuck Tony Stark," Pietro groans and slumps to the ground in front of you, running a hand in his silver hair as he sends you a lopsided grin. "You okay, princezna (princess)?"

You glare at him.

Pietro lifts his arms in surrender.

You check your watch. The team should realize something went wrong and rescue you at any moment. You'll be fine, you try reminding yourself but the walls seem to be pressing in faster and faster. You feel dizzy as tears blur your vision and you haven't realized that you've started hyperventilating until Pietro touches your arm.

You gasp again and look up at him, frightened. His expression softens as he kneels in front of you, looking you over. He looks concerned, which is a first.

"I- I can't breathe," you manage to croak out, your voice strained. As much as you don't want to turn to Pietro for help, you need him.

Pietro nods, understanding your panic now. He soothes you and holds out his palm. "Breathe. It's okay. You're safe," he says and shakes his palm a little. He wants you to hold his hand.

You sniffle, still having trouble breathing correctly as your fingers stroke against Pietro's palm and he smiles. His skin is warm and the shock centers you for a moment.

"There. I'm right here, miláček (darling)," he pauses and his hand vibrates a little, controlling his powers just enough so that he can show you he's here.

The sensation elicits a laugh from you as you look up at him, matching the breathing he's showing you. Pietro's smile widens, his heart only half-breaking from the tears brimming in your eyes and he resists the urge to wipe your cheeks.

"Shhh, there you go. Breathe. Dýchej, anděli, dýchej (Breathe, angel, breathe)."

Minutes later, Wanda is fussing over you as you sit in the lounge room after Tony rescued you and Pietro. She wraps a towel around your shoulders.

"Are you okay?" She keeps repeating as she ignores her equally wrecked-looking brother standing in the corner as Clint and Steve talk to him. You nod, eyes round from the entire ordeal.

"Did he make it worse? Because I'll kill him—"

You shake your head, glancing at Pietro. Your cheeks burn hot when you catch his gaze and you snap your head back to Wanda, who just looks confused.

"No– he helped me," you whisper, watching realization sparkle in her eyes.

Still, she doesn't say anything.

* * *

Pietro isn't awful to you anymore. He's the opposite.

He's sweet.

You find the shift weird so you avoid him. You avoid him until you physically can't anymore because he's blocking the door to the kitchen as you stand in the refrigerator light, a spoon stuck in your ice cream tub.

Your eyes widen as you look at him. He's wearing his pajamas as they hang just under his v-line, his hair a mess as he yawns.

"What are you doing up, princezna (princess)?" he asks and walks over, grabbing another spoon and leaning against the counter, and shakes the spoon for you to share the ice cream. You hand him the tub, staring at him intensely.

"What?" Pietro smirks, his mouth full as he winces. "Sakra, je zima (Damn, it's cold)."

"Thank you," you blurt out. You're a week late but you don't care.

Pietro raises an eyebrow. "For?"

"Helping me in the elevator. It meant a lot," you say, shifting nervously.

Pietro's smile softens and he sets the ice cream down, licking his lips. He walks over, cornering you into the counter but you don't feel threatened. You feel safe. He lifts his hand and hesitates at your cheek.

"Y'know, I'd be quite an asshole to let you suffer like that," he says in a whisper, his Sokovian accent thick as he chuckles. His fingers touch your skin and you shiver, your eyes widening.

"Didn't stop you before," you mutter.

Pietro frowns.

"Listen, anděl (angel), I know I haven't been the nicest to you but it's all been in good fun—it's nothing serious," he looks away a moment, searching for his words as he pauses. "I never meant to ever truly hurt you. I- I like you, Y/n. I just didn't know how to tell you so the teasing was easier for me."

You tilt your head, taking in his words. "What was your plan then, Pietro? Make me dislike you so somehow I'd turn around and like you after? That doesn't make any fucking sense. You could have just been sweet like you're being now!"

Pietro looks at you again, his arms caging you in now as his hands flex around the counter. "My feelings for you make no fucking sense," he argues, his eyes locked on yours. "I hate them. I hate how they make me act like a fool when all I want to do is kiss you and hold you close. Vše, co chci, je milovat tě (All I want to do is love you)."

You never wanted to admit it but you love it when he speaks Sokovian and you calm your breathing as your eyes shut. Pietro leans in, his breath ghosting yours. "One word. Say the word and I'll stop. I'll stop everything. I'll leave you alone."

You open your mouth, your eyes following, and you whisper. "Kiss me."

Pietro wastes no time in kissing you, claiming your lips as his own as his hand tightens around your waist. He's pulling you in closer, your body warms so hard as your hands find his cheeks that you're afraid you'll burn him and you try pulling away from him.

"You won't hurt me," Pietro whispers through his kisses as he refuses to let you go. "I can take it."

You gasp into his mouth as your hands find his hair, pulling on the strands. This feels so unfamiliar and yet, you've never kissed anyone like this.

Finally, Pietro pulls away and he leans his head on your warm forehead as you catch your breath.

"Wanda mi dluží dvacet babek (Wanda owes me twenty bucks)," he whispers, mostly to himself as a lovesick smile graces his features. "Moje. Jsi můj. (Mine. You're mine)."

"What are you saying?" you ask, looking into his icy blue eyes you once 'hated' so much.

Pietro smiles and kisses your lips. He doesn't tell you what he means or how he feels.

Not yet.

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sebsbarnes · 1 year ago

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phantom pain || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x reader

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been

warnings: insecurities, none really?? (i think)

word count: 2.9k+ ; angst, comfort

masterlist

a/n: this is a rewrite of a bucky fic i wrote 6 years ago but now much longer, better, and for pietro. sorry for grammar/editing mistakes that are prob here but still enjoy

pietro knew you had been hiding something. he had known you for three years and had been dating you for almost two. over the course of the months and weeks spent with the other he had grown accustomed to your silent cues. the silence that would consume you when tony's party carried on too late and you desperately wished to exit or when you performed poorly during training and steve berated you with tips. but mostly the silence that would linger around you when you were alone. not all the time, no, but there were times when pietro could feel and see the physical shift in your body language.

he never wanted to pry not as a friend or a boyfriend. pietro understood that every avenger has a past life, one that the others are unaware of. though he loved playing back the memories of his childhood and his parents, he too would shift into a silent shell of a person and he would want nothing more than to be left alone and not questioned. pietro loved the abilities he had but some days he wondered whether the extreme heat of his body or the slow-moving world around him actually made him sad. life was no longer normal, his body was no longer normal, nothing was normal.

this is exactly how you felt. the tragedies in your life were sometimes unbearable and if you could disappear you would but you had so much to be thankful for. if it wasn't for the accident you wouldn't be an avenger, you wouldn't have the friends you have, you wouldn't experience even half of what you've had now, and you wouldn't have pietro, the love of your life. at the end of the day you were alive and more than often, incredibly happy.

but there were those times you fell into silence over your newfound life, mainly the consequences of the accident. your memory still struggled, you were weak for a very long time, and when the weather got too cold you could feel the ache in your bones. you weren't like the rest of the avengers who possessed special abilities or were highly skilled in combat. three and a half years ago you were a normal person. you had a normal life, job, family, and friends, up until the accident. and every day the phantom pain reminds you of what was taken.

it was winter when you first met all the avengers. they all lived together and after you recovered from the accident, tony wanted you here, to live here. you protested the idea for a while claiming that tony's generosity was far too much. he had already saved you from the accident and offering a space to live and a job was incredulous, but after much debate you agreed. that first day you silently sat in the corner of the room while all the avengers had a meeting. you swayed back and forth in the rolling chair, taking in the information and occasionally stealing glances at a silver-haired man.

"and this is (y/n)!," tony exclaimed, "our newest friend here so please for the love of god be kind during the acclamation period. i'm already prematurely greying and i don't need anymore."

the meeting was over and one by one the avengers came to greet you, offering their names and welcomes and soon the silver-haired man approached you.

pietro stuck his hand out to shake yours. he found it odd that despite the room being almost swelteringly hot from the heater, you still had your gloves on.

"i'm pietro."

it was about three weeks later you found yourself sitting with pietro, clint, steve, and natasha. everyone was sitting on the couch talking about whatever topic you possibly could conjure up. there was a lull in conversation before clint spoke up.

"hey," he said turning towards you, "why do you have gloves on?"

it was as if clint never spoke and without missing a beat you stood up, looking down at pietro, "wanna help me finish building my desk?"

pietro hesitated a moment, eyes flickering over to clint, "of course."

pietro had come to learn not to question why you covered your hands in those first few months. any mention of you hiding them was never met with an answer. he was protective of you and he felt himself falling for you each day, and you the same. the two of you did a lot together, you cooked, clean, went out, watched movies, almost everything together and you loved it. it felt like home here and pietro felt like home.

it was a big dinner, the night you finally took your gloves off. there was no special reason why, to be frank, you just decided to no longer be embarrassed.

"c'mon kid we all got something weird about us. i play in a suit all day, cap runs around in tights, pietro is faster than the speed of light, and parker shoots webs... from his hands!" tony ranted on.

you sighed, "i know. i just feel weird on top of this because i am still new here."

"we all have been new," tony started, inspecting your hands one final time, "no one will judge you, kid, but take it at your own pace. you don't owe anyone nothing. well, maybe except me," he winked.

only two hours later you were all seated at the big table with everyone to eat. from tony, to pietro, to thor, to natasha, to sam, everyone was here. next to you was tony and rhodey, pietro across from you pulling funny faces while the food was served out. you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap trying to stall picking up the fork and knife. everyone had started eating and chatting amongst the group when you finally lifted your arms to the table and started cutting into the chicken.

pietro watched as you shifted in your seat, your forearms coming to rest on the white cloth and your fingers wrapping around the fork and knife. the first time he has ever seen your hands.

your metal hands.

after that night there were murmurs throughout the crew about the state of your hands. people were confused why someone who led a normal life ended up with metal hands, similar to bucky's arm. the word accident had floated through the air but you never commented on it.

winter had turned into spring that ended all too quickly and now it was the dead of summer. the day was slow and pietro was bored and craving movement. his head was hanging over the arm of the couch, his silver hair hung to the floor.

"want to get ice cream?" he asked.

"it's like you read my mind," you grinned swiping your wallet off the counter.

you and pietro wandered around town aimlessly before stopping at the ice cream shop. he admired the way you threw your head back in laughter and the way you covered your mouth when he said something outlandish. even though pietro's body ran warm he could feel the increasing heat spread throughout his cheeks each time you shot him a smile and his name rolled off your lips.

in an instant, he thought he ruined it all when he reached out and wrapped his fingers in yours. he felt your fingers twitching and the way you misstepped.

"i'm sorry," accent thick as he retracted his hand.

you smiled softly at him before gently grabbing his hand, "don't be."

it was that day over a hot fudge sundae that you told pietro what had happened. it was a horrible car accident early in the winter before you met the avengers. there were several cars and buses involved. not only did you lose your hands that day but your family. tony was also in this accident, his car had actually collided with yours, though his vehicle wasn't the one that caused your injuries. he had rushed to help you and immediately took on a parental role when he observed the condition of everyone else in the car. you were bruised and bloody with several fractured bones, but mainly, every bone in both your hands were shattered beyond repair. tony took you to his doctors where you all came to the difficult decision that your hands had to go, but tony offered you a solution. to replace the once skin and bones with metal.

pietro listened the entire time letting you go on and on to which you apologized for being boring. 'no dragă' he would whisper and you continued on with his thumb running over your knuckles. the gesture comforted you but the voice in the back of your head nagged that it was out of pity.

the months began to fly past faster than you could imagine. you and pietro were inseparable. anytime the members walked past the two of you they'd fake gag or pretend to cry. once wanda had muttered under her breath how she never thought pietro would actually date someone. you would only get shy over it and pietro found it amusing and would pinch at your cheeks. it was only when the two of you officially started dating when pietro would notice the different type of silence you'd fall into.

he would sometimes catch you sitting on the edge of your bed staring at your hands the features on your face contorted with disgust.

"what is the matter?" he questioned.

"oh nothing," you sighed with a fake smile, placing your hands beside you.

or the times pietro noticed the way you hesitated before touching him.

"am i that scary dragă?" pietro joked with a sickly smile.

your features would soften and the lines between your brows disappeared, "the most terrifying," you winked.

or the times pietro saw the way you gazed at other people's hands when they came into contact with pietro.

"doesn't his hair look good like this?" wanda asked you as she finished braiding her brother's hair. the two of them looking at you in the mirror.

you didn't respond right away. you were too distracted watching the way her fingers weaved their way through his silver hair and grazed his scalp while pulling hair into its pattern. with the most pitiful smile, you responded.

"amazing."

pietro knew that eventually, you would confide in him over the way you viewed your hands. he didn't want to overstep, that wasn't the relationship the two of you had. the late nights pietro spent shaking under the blankets from nightmares, you never asked him. you held him close to you and hummed a small tune to calm him down and you did that every night without fail. one day over breakfast he finally confided in you over the terrors that haunted his dreams.

what pietro didn't expect was that today on your second anniversary was the day you would finally scream your frustrations out. the two of you weren't doing anything special and nor did you want to. all the avengers insisted you at least leave home and do something for a little while. that's why you found yourselves lazily walking around a park, hand-in-hand, arms swinging and shoulders bumping. the sound of laughter echoed through the park and you swore the leaves shook. you were happy, beyond happy. pietro and you were madly in love and there wasn't one thing you could wish for, maybe.

suddenly the wind picked up and the dark clouds rolled above and unleashed raindrops that were nearly the size of baseballs.

"oh my god!" you squealed.

"it is so cold!" pietro laughed loudly.

you were squinting through the pouring rain, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin, pietro was dancing around in a circle with his tongue out in hopes of catching the water. pietro grabbed onto your forearms pulling you into him.

"you look so cute right now," he yelled over the thunderous rain.

"don't be silly! i look like a mess!" you giggled slightly swatting at his chest.

pietro leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his smile growing wider as if his mouth was a plant and the rain was helping it grow. his fingers brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you once more on the forehead.

"there's so many droplets on your lashes!" you exclaimed. pietro watched your lips pull into a smile. the sun wasn't out but he could've been fooled by the way your eyes shined at him. he watched as you lifted your hand to brush the droplets off, and then suddenly, it all changed.

pietro watched as your smile dropped into parted lips of disgust and shame, your eyebrows pulled together in the middle, and rain was no longer the only thing running down your face. you faltered in your step backward and pietro reached out to steady you but you pulled back further. it was like you were a toy and your batteries had just run out you were so still.

"b-baby what is wrong?" the worried etched onto his face was almost painful.

"i'm jealous," you cried, your bottom lip shaking violently.

pietro shook his head, "my love what is going on? you are worrying me."

you lifted your hands in front of your face, your eyes trailed down every finger and across your palm to the back of your hand. the small metal panels almost mocking you as you could see your eyes reflect back at you. at this moment pietro started to piece together all the instances in the past.

"i can't feel you," you wallowed, "i can't feel your skin, pietro. my hands!" he watched as you stretched your arms out to show him your hands as if he'd never seen them before.

"i'm envious of everything that can feel you! the rain, your clothes, everyone else, but not me, i can't! do you know how badly i want to feel the texture of your hair or the tears you cry or-or the skin on your lips and i can't! i crave the feeling of you and i'll never get to know that. i want to feel the plastic of a pen or grass between my fingers or the calluses of training too hard and i'll never get that again. the phantom pain i have will never be as painful as never being able to hold you with my real hands."

as your cries grew louder the storm cleared up to let you have the stage. you stood in front of pietro as the shell of the person he would see those times you were alone silently observing your hands. even though he wasn't the one yelling, he felt as if his own vocal chords were being shredded, he could feel the chambers in his heart slowly start to shut down one by one, and the burn in his eyes was almost blinding.

he slowly stepped towards you cautious not to make you jerk backwards again. the tears in each of your eyes seemed to sync up and roll down together. pietro gently grabbed your hand, grateful that you let him, and held it to his cheek.

"this, my love, this is me. this is the me that only you will know and no one else. it is not the same as everyone else but different much like us," he said gently, his other hand gesturing between your bodies, "if i could do anything in the world, no matter the cost, to help with your hands i would and i am so sorry i cannot," pietro was now holding your face in his hands.

"but i want you to know i love you for everything that you are and i always will. no matter what the future has in store for us, in my heart, you will always be first. and- and i know there are other reasons why you dislike your hands but i never want to be the reason that you dislike something about yourself. maybe i can talk to mr. stark, yeah?" he pondered nodding his head rapidly, "maybe we can figure something out and give your hands an upgrade. maybe he knows someone?"

you sniffled, looking lovingly at pietro who was trying to think of any possibility even though you both had discussed in the past that there was nothing that could be done for your hands. that day tony saved you was the best opportunity you could get to help your hands and nothing in the world could beat it.

"i love you so much pietro, you are everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and more," you spoke, resting your face further into his hands.

pietro ran his hands across your shoulders and down your arms to hold onto your wrists. he brought your hand up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to your fingertips until all ten were loved. pietro pulled you into a hug, one palm resting flat against your spine and the other holding the back of your head. you leaned into his chest and let your ear listen to the thump of his heart. the two of you stood there motionless. minutes passed by and neither of you dared to move. to an unobservant eye, you two could've passed as a statue. two lovers forever memorialized in the dusk of the sky, the rain puddles collecting at your feet, and a love story forever admired over.

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tomxxtc · 1 year ago

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A Speedy Love

Pietro Maximoff x Gn!Reader

❦ Summary: Pietro Maximoff, the charming speedster, decides to whisk Y/N away on a date full of surprises and heartfelt moments.

❦ Wc: 533 words.

❦ Genre: fluff

❦ Warning: cheesy pickup lines, pietro have a crush on reader, author first language is not English, sorry if there's any mistake.

Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver, couldn't help but feel their heart race as they planned a special surprise date for their crush, Y/N. They were determined to show them a night they'd never forget. With a grin on their face, Pietro appeared in front of Y/N's door, tapping it twice before they opened it, surprised to find the speedster standing there, dressed in their casual yet dashing attire.

"Hey there, Y/N," Pietro greeted with a playful wink. "I've got some speedy plans for tonight. Ready to go?"

Y/N chuckled, feeling their cheeks heat up slightly. "Sure, Pietro. Lead the way."

As Pietro took Y/N's hand, they felt an electric thrill run up their arm. The pair zipped through the city, the world around them a blur as Pietro whisked them off to a secluded spot with a breathtaking view.

"I thought we could start the evening with a view as stunning as you are," Pietro said, their gaze locked on Y/N's eyes.

The night sky sparkled above, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in their chest. Pietro had planned everything perfectly. They settled down, sharing a blanket, and Pietro pulled out a small picnic basket filled with Y/N's favorite snacks.

"Y/N, I've got a cheesy pickup line for you," Pietro said with a playful grin, holding up a strawberry. "Are you a fruit? Because you're berry charming!"

Y/N burst into laughter, shaking their head at the silliness. "You're impossible, Pietro."

"But you love it," they teased, leaning in for a gentle kiss. The spark between them intensified as they lost themselves in the moment.

The night continued with laughter, conversations, and stolen kisses. Pietro's charm and playful nature had Y/N smitten. But as the evening wore on, the speedster had one more surprise in store.

They found themselves standing at the entrance of a cozy, dimly lit cafe. Pietro led Y/N inside, where they were greeted with warm smiles and soft jazz music playing in the background. It was a romantic setting, and Y/N couldn't help but feel their heart swell with affection.

As the night grew darker and the cafe emptied, Pietro leaned in close to Y/N. "You know, Y/N, they say that time flies when you're having fun. But I can slow it down if you want. Just for you."

Y/N blushed at the double meaning in Pietro's words. "Pietro, you're incorrigible."

"I prefer irresistible," they said with a smirk, pulling Y/N into a slow dance. Their bodies swayed together, and Pietro held them close as if they were the only two people in the world.

The night continued with more sweet moments, and Pietro walked Y/N back to their doorstep. They stood there, hands intertwined, neither wanting the night to end.

"You know," Pietro began, a mischievous glint in their eyes, "I'd like to invite you in for a 'speedy' nightcap. What do you say?"

Y/N chuckled, knowing exactly what Pietro meant. "Well, how can I say no to that, Pietro?"

As they entered Y/N's apartment, the door closed behind them, sealing their fate for a night of passion, affection, and love, guided by the playful and charming Quicksilver.

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cassieb1617 · 2 years ago

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Listen to the sound of your voice💌

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Fluff

Summary: Pietro found himself enjoying your voice the most, especially on Valentine‘s Day.

Warning: just a bunch of fluff, reader opens up about an insecurity but it‘s all good in the end, language (swearing)

A/N: I was having a Scream marathon while writing this and it was really confusing at times to write fluff and watch a splatter movie next to it. By the way, I have no idea how to properly celebrate Valentine‘s Day so bear with me in this one.

February 14 was the most wonderful day for some people. The sun was shining just a small tad brighter on the day of love, waves were more peaceful and the sky was clearer. Flowers were wilting less fast and were gifted from one person to another. Little gifts formed in hearts are ready to be bought from every supermarket and expensive jewelry was promoted on every website known to men. Pietro never enjoyed Valentine‘s Day since the incident in Sokovia. Sure, he had a date sometimes but nothing was ever coming out of it. He‘s always remembered of his parents on Valentine‘s Day, as he was younger he always got to see his parents relishing their love. His father always brought his mother flowers and his mother always made him his favourite food. They didn‘t have much money growing up so the presents were small but Pietro had seen that they meant the world for each other.

Now years later Pietro was a part of the Avengers and Valentine‘s Day never quite lost its touch. Tony Stark was always someone to buy presents to show his love and Pietro had seen him more than once on Armor‘s day giving Pepper an expensive bunch of flowers, a bracelet, watch or anything else. Vision and his sister Wanda had decided to take the whole day for themselves and Pietro didn‘t want to know what exactly they were doing. Bucky and Steve went out to enjoy a day as a couple, something they couldn‘t do back in their days. Bruce and Natasha didn‘t plan something bad, as far as Pietro knew, but he knew that they had a table booked at an expensive restaurant. Sam was off on a date with a girl he met a few weeks ago and Thor wasn‘t on earth. It left Pietro and you alone on love‘s day at the compound and Pietro thought that that was just perfect.

To be honest with himself, Pietro has never been truly in love with someone. Sure, he had a few dates here and there and there were some flings he had but he was never in love. The girls he dated were never girls where he thought they were the one and it may not seem like it but Pietro truly believed that every person on this planet, no matter how cruel, has a person that is made for them. The people just have to find their own way of making it work.

„So, it seems that it‘s just the two of us, uh?“ Your voice cut through Pietro‘s trail of thoughts. He looked at you and Pietro could swear you had a small glint of disappointment on your face. „You got no date today?“

Pietro smiled slightly at her and bowed his head a bit in mock offense, „You act like I got a date everyday, dragon.“ You smiled at the blonde man in front of you, the nickname for you falling effortlessly from his lips, „I changed into a dragon for you once on your birthday, will you ever let it go?“

Pietro chuckled at your words as he shook his head, „Never. But anyway, why are you not out? Everyone else is, I thought I got the compound for me.“ The smile on your face didn‘t falter for a second but Pietro noticed the slight fall of your shoulders, „Valentine‘s Day isn‘t something for me, y‘know? I never really go on dates much anyway, I‘ve got an important job to do.“ Your explanation didn‘t really make sense for him, sure being an Avenger was important but going on dates was still possible.

„Well then it seems like it‘s us then, eh? Seems like we‘re going out on a date then?“ Pietro knew that this was a big shot and he didn‘t know if you would agree but damn, he wanted you to agree so badly. Despite his serial dating, his interest in you never once reduced. You had this big impact on him that you didn‘t even notice. Pietro could write a novel about the many times the team noticed Pietro being smitten with you and you being oblivious. Steve liked to tease him about it, he always said that Bucky was the same back in the day.

„I guess it means that we‘re going out then, what‘s your plan then?“ Pietro laughed slightly before shrugging, „Well, how about we go to that café nearby and we get the most delicious strawberry cake there is? I know that that‘s your favourite and that the barista there keeps a piece for you.“ The smile on your face couldn‘t vanish if someone tried removing it from you.

„No flowers? Oh, Pietro, I thought you were at least a gentleman. You need to step up your game.“ Your teasing made him chuckle as he leaned forward to take your hand. „You just wait, Dragon, I‘m gonna give you the best Valentine‘s Day ever, I promise.“

Pietro was right, the barista did leave a piece of strawberry chocolate cake for you. „How do you know that that‘s my favourite?“ Pietro gave a nonchalant shrug, his eyes never leaving the street before them.

„You know, just hearing it here and there.“ It wasn‘t a complete lie, he did hear it from his sister. But Pietro also knew that the strawberry chocolate cake from that üparticular café was your favourite because Pietro was infuriated with you. He may have never been in love but he knew he felt something for you that he didn‘t feel with anyone else. He thought about you all day long, he woke up with the motivation of hearing your voice, when he was on missions he got home for you and every time he sped to a market to get something it was for you and only you.

And you? Well, you never truly noticed. Of course you knew that you and Pietro were more than friends. Your constant flirting was definitely something that wasn‘t unintentional from both your sides but you never noticed that Pietro did most things for you. In your eyes, Pietro did these things for the rest of the team as well. He noticed the small details and things about you as much as he did the rest of the team.

„You may be the only person I can actually stand seeing on Valentine‘s Day.“ Pietro laughed slightly before shaking his head in disbelief.

„Seriously though, how come you don‘t have a date today?“ Your smile was slipping for a second and Pietro was afraid he had ruined the mood but it came back as fast as it slipped, „I do have a date today, we‘re out right now, aren‘t we?“ Your voice was playful but Pietro could still hear the sadness that lingered in it. The look on his face told you that he didn‘t believe you so with a sigh you went on. „It‘s not that easy to find a date as me, you know? I mean, it never gets past the first date. Most of the guys I go out with are intimidated because of my abilities or my status as an Avenger or they are just going out with me in the first place because I‘m an Avenger. They don‘t really care about getting to know me.“

Pietro‘s shoulders slouched slightly and he had an irritated look on his face. „Well, then I‘ll make sure that you have the best Valentine‘s Day today! Come on, there is a flower shop nearby, we‘re getting your favourite flowers.“ You chuckled at his enthusiasm but took his hand nonetheless, „How do you know what my favourite flowers are?“ Pietro‘S teasing smile was addictive and you had to smile as well, „I know a lot of things about you that you have no idea about.“

The day with Pietro turned out to be really great. The two of you did all the things a couple would do, you got ice cream and shared it with one spoon, you went out to eat at a restaurant and you bought each other a present. You got each other matching jewelry, a necklace with your initial for him and a bracelet with his for you. You were back at the compound now, a movie playing in the background as you were talking about the most obscene nonsense. It was quiet as you two just looked into each other’s eyes, both wanting to make the next move but also not wanting to be the one doing it.

„I don‘t understand how they don‘t want to get to know you.“ Pietro‘s statement caught you off guard as you looked at him with confusion written in your face. „I mean, you‘re so much fun and you‘re so easy to talk to and, God, you‘re so pretty when you‘re getting mad about something. I‘d listen to you talk about anything anytime if you asked me to.“

„What do you mean?“ Pietro chuckled at the tone in your voce, just like a confused puppy. „You said they never truly listen to you but I don‘t know why, I can listen to you talk the whole day.“ Pietro could feel your nervous breath on his skin, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. „Have you ever been in love?“ Your question caught him off guard but he answered anyway, „Not that I know of, no. You?“

You smiled at him, „I don‘t think so but I‘d like to find out what it feels like, will you- eh, try to find it out with me?“ Your voice was trembling slightly and Pietro wanted nothing more than to take all your nerves away from you. He answered your question by leaning in and kissing you, your lips moving in sync and Pietro could swear that there were butterflies in his stomach. „Does that answer your question?“ You had a teasing smile on your face as you replied, „I don‘t know, you might have to do it again, just to be sure.“

Pietro smirked and that was how you spent the rest of your first but certainly not last Valentine‘s Day together. Kissing, cuddling and even cooking together while scaring the Avengers as soon as they got home.

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