#pietro fanfic

[local-crying-boy]

ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕊𝔽𝕎 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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[SFW alphabet template by: @benkeibear}

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s so affectionate when the two of you have been together for a long time.

Forehead kisses all the time, especially when you’re upset or overwhelmed

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

When the two of you first become friends, he’s basically always trying to be funny

He’s WAY to energetic too, when you first become friends his energy sometimes made your head spin

Though, when he starts to catch feelings, he starts to ‘playfully’ flirt.

Everyone caught onto Pietro’s poor attempt at subtly showing you that he liked you.

So… he wasn’t all that subtle.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

It varies on his mood

When you two are sleeping in the same bed, he’d spoon you and rest his chin on your shoulder, then when he’d wake up he would kiss down your shoulder to your arm

Though he does like it when your laying on top of him with your head on his chest

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I can see him cooking occasionally, he learned a bit from Wanda but he doesn't do it all that much

He's great a cooking, though, even if he doesn't do it a lot

cleaning up, however, was not his strong suit

very stereotypical teenage boys' rooms, dirty, messy, old plates and glasses

he does clean it... rarely. It just gets messy quickly!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The most likely way he would break up with you is if he, simply, fell out of love with you

He’s been in and out of relationship for a long time and, therefore, doesn’t really expect to be in a long term relationship

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment?

He’s never really thought of marriage, he’s mostly a flirt and is used to being a man whose on and off with relationships

It would honestly take a lot for him to actually tie himself down to you in a marriage aspect

He’s happy just dating

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's superrrr gentle physically, he'd never want to hurt you

However, he’s a little bit more blunt emotionally. He might not fully understand how your feeling and outright says it as it is

You have to tell him that the whole bluntness thing isn’t your thing if you don’t like it, then he’ll attempt at softening the blow a little more

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes having your head either on his chest or on his shoulder when the two of you hug

It would be really rare that the roles would be switched because he honestly just likes having you in his arms like that.

He’d lay his chin on top of your head when he could, though, especially if he’s taller because he’s a silent tease that you’re shorter

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says ‘I love you’ after around four to six months after you two started dating

He would have said it sooner but he wanted to be sure that you were ready to say it back, he didn’t want you to say it back just because he did

However, he wanted to be the first to say it so he waited for the right time and said just before you were even planning on saying it back

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s a jealous boy

Even if he knows that you’re not going to run off to someone else, he still wants everyone to know that you are his and he is yours.

He’s by your side in a second if someone is flirting with you, hand snaked around you and on your waist. He’d kiss the side of your head, a silent statement to the person your talking to that you’re taken

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Long and slow kisses when he comes back from a mission and quick ones for when he’s going on a mission

Though he does hate quick kisses, so they’re very rare (which means he usually gets told off for not coming quicker)

Like previously mentioned, he kisses your shoulder when he wakes up before you and the two of you are cuddling

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s great with kids! Especially Barton’s kids

They all love him (especially Nathaniel for obvious reasons)

He and Wanda were basically unofficially adopted into the family and so, he and Wanda both visited them whenever they can and their welcomed with open arms.

When he was around Nathaniel as a baby, he was completely overcome with baby fever and became so attached to him

So many pictures of lil Nathaniel had Pietro either holding him or trying to entertain the boy with the varied toys he had.

He plays sports with Cooper and helps (tries to anyway) Lila with her archery, though the archery, everyone decided, was Clint’s expertise.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s a morning person, no matter what!

So if you’re not a morning person, he will walk around doing his morning routine, maybe even go on a run if you sleep in long enough

But he’s learnt when you wake up and is there in for when you wake up, a quick kiss and some small talk before you get on with your morning routine.

Bonus: several times he’s tried to get you to go on with his morning runs, and/or tired to get you to somewhat have a similar morning routine (it did not work)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most nights are calm, or filled with idle chatter because he can’t sleep

However, there are some nights, were he can wake up from a nightmare.

The nightmares vary from how good his day’s been and if he’s been able to avoid triggers

Sometimes it about the bombings in Sokovia, about when he got shot, sometimes it’s about missions going wrong

He’s usually able to calm down quickly, more so when you’re next to him

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

In the beginning, he really only talked about what happened to him.

You knew how he lost his parents and some of the things he and Wanda had gone through when they were on their own

It took him a little longer to actually open up about his troubles and what he was going through mentally.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

We see in the film that he isn’t all that patient

It’s probably because he’s been used to moving so fast now that everyone makes decisions to slow

He was like that before his powers too, but Wanda is certain that his speed has made it worse

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He notices things about you, but put him on the spot, he’s forgotten everything!

He can easily say anything about you in passing (and has, several times), but as soon as someone outright asks he can only come up with “I dunno, it’s something stupid, probably.”

He was talking to Wanda one time, they weren’t even talking about you, but something you liked came up into conversation. Without thinking, Pietro just spurred out information about why you liked it, and Wanda just had to stand there and fall victim to his mindless rambling

He has yet to live that down

And Wanda has told you about it

You both tease him now.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

He has so many memories of his relationship with you, so he has a hard time pinpointing his absolute favourite.

Though, he does think that his favourite-favourite was when he figured out he loved you.

You were doing something stupid and he followed suit because, well, what’s life without some stupidity.

You couldn’t stop laughing though, laughing to a point it was hard to tell if you were breathing.

In that moment, when you were doubled over giggling, a hand on your knee and one on your chest, his heart swell with emotions

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Veryyy protective

He doesn’t want to see you harmed and he doesn’t want to lose you

On missions, he’s always keeping an eye on you, making sure that your not in any danger that you can’t defend on your own (he knows you’re capable so he knows what you can take on)

Though, if you need help, he’s there in a second and making sure that you’re unharmed

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in a lot of effort for dates and gifts, and especially in anniversaries

He forgets anniversaries sometimes (not that he tells you) but that’s because his mind works on a million miles per hour so he had to set reminders on his phone

You never know what a date will be, he ‘keeps you on your toes’ in a way.

You’ve been to candle lit dinners, picnics, arcades, movies, almost everything! You don’t ever know what date will be what activity

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s not crazily in touch with his emotions

He’s found himself putting Wanda first, he’s the older one (even if it is by 12 minutes), he’s the older brother.

When they were young, Pietro was the main one making sure the two of them were safe and okay, so he unintentionally got into the habit of keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself.

Even when he joined the Avengers, the habit didn’t cease, but he didn’t really understand why. He wasn’t in Sokovia alone with Wanda and he was someplace safe now.

He does try to fix it, but he’s so used keeping it to himself so it isn’t really working

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s a handsome guy, everyone knows it and he knows it, uses it to his advantage when flirting with everything that lives and breathes

He’s the pretty concerned with his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’s not the type who will be super unlike himself when away from you

But God help whoever is unfortunate enough to be around him when he’s away from you

Barton was the first to realise how much he misses you on a mission.

It was a mission that was meant to last a few days, and Pietro would not fail to mention you every ten minutes.

“I miss my s/o.” - “I would be cuddling with them by now” - “they’d find this funny.” - “they would have a plan”

Barton felt like he was losing his sanity.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s usually really warm!

Not his hands though, for some reason, so he always has them in his pockets.

But the rest of him is really warm

Cuddling with him is great because of it, but sometimes he’ll slip his hands under your shirt just to make you jump.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He probably wouldn’t like a lazy old partner

Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t mind if you don’t work out as much as him or aren’t as energetic as him. His powers make him have so much more energy he needs to get rid of

He will try and get you to go out with him at least a few times, he’ll understand if you don’t want to work out as much as him or not at all, but he’ll want you to move about

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He either barely sleep or sleeps ALL the time

On a normal day (without missions or hard training) he doesn’t sleep all the much, everyone thinks it’s because of his powers. Just like how everyone can’t sleep when having a ‘lazy’ day, they don’t sleep for long.

Pietro, however, is RESTLESS.

You’re not sleeping if he’s not. He won’t stop talking at you, or complaining.

But if he is asleep, he’s not getting up at all

He won’t. You won’t be able to get him up.

He will sleep for the entire night (and day)

And if the two of you’re were cuddling? Yeah, no, you’re not getting up either. Find something to do

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[dan-the-womans-blog]

Title:Running Back to You

Pietro maximoff x fem!reader

Got this amazing idea from @faithiegirl01

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You had been by their side for as long as you could remember. The tiny apartment in Sokovia, with its peeling wallpaper and cramped spaces, was more of a home to you than the one you were born into. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff were your family in every sense of the word. Together, the three of you had faced the hardships of a war-torn world, clinging to each other when everything else seemed to fall apart.

Wanda was your sister, not by blood, but by heart. The two of you were inseparable, spending hours giggling over shared secrets and dreams for a better future. You marveled at her growing abilities, feeling a deep bond that went beyond sisterhood. But then there was Pietro—your protector, your constant. With him, there was something different. He was always sweet to you, always looking out for you in ways that made your heart flutter, but you had never really considered what that meant. He was just Pietro, your best friend.

Or so you thought.

Everyone else seemed to see what you couldn’t. Wanda rolled her eyes whenever Pietro would dash ahead to pull you out of the way of some nonexistent danger or when he would bring you flowers he picked at superspeed. She could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his smile softened whenever you were around. It was all so obvious to everyone but the two of you.

The day everything changed was when HYDRA came into your lives. They promised power and a way to fix everything wrong with the world. You, Wanda, and Pietro accepted their offer, driven by desperation and a desire to make things better. The experiments were brutal, and the pain was unimaginable, but you endured it together. Your powers manifested—abilities that allowed you to manipulate energy in ways that were both destructive and beautiful.

But with that power came a price. HYDRA saw you as assets, tools to be used, and you were separated from your friends. They sold you to the highest bidder, and that bidder was none other than Tony Stark. It wasn’t until later that you realized Stark had bought you to save you, to keep you out of HYDRA’s clutches. You fought against him at first, but he and Steve Rogers showed you that your powers could be used for good. They trained you, molded you into something stronger, something better.

But nothing could erase the pain of being torn away from Wanda and Pietro. You missed them every day, wondering if they were still together, if they were safe, if they even thought of you.

Years passed, and you became a valuable member of the Avengers, though your heart was never fully in it. The memories of your time with Wanda and Pietro haunted you, and even in moments of victory, you felt the sting of their absence.

Then, everything changed when the Avengers faced a new threat. You were tasked with infiltrating a HYDRA facility—one that had recently fallen into the hands of new operators who were continuing the terrible work done there. It was a straightforward mission until you saw him.

Pietro.

He was faster than ever, moving through the facility like a blur. Your heart stopped. He was alive. But he was also your enemy now—or so you were supposed to believe. The thought of fighting him was unbearable, yet there was no choice. When you saw him dart towards Clint, your instincts took over, and you intercepted him, using your powers to bring him down.

Pietro hit the ground with a grunt, looking up at you in confusion. His eyes widened as recognition dawned on him. “Y/N?” he whispered, disbelief and hope intertwined in his voice.

“Pietro,” you breathed, your voice trembling. Tears welled in your eyes as you fell to your knees beside him, forgetting the battle raging around you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you—I thought you were dead. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Pietro’s expression softened, and he reached out to brush a tear from your cheek. “I never stopped thinking about you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I looked for you everywhere, but they told me you were gone. I should have known you’d find a way back.”

You pulled him into a tight embrace, both of you shaking with the intensity of the moment. It felt like a lifetime since you had been in each other’s arms, and now, with him holding you, everything else seemed to fade away. “We’ll find Wanda,” he promised, his voice strong and sure. “We’ll be together again. I won’t let them take you from me this time.”

When you finally pulled apart, the battle had slowed, and the Avengers were staring at you in confusion. Tony approached cautiously, raising an eyebrow at the two of you. “So, are you going to introduce us to your, uh, old friend?”

You let out a soft laugh, wiping your eyes as you stood. “Tony, this is Pietro Maximoff. He’s... he’s the reason I survived HYDRA. Wanda too. You tried to save them along with me all those years ago, but... we got separated.”

Tony’s eyes widened in realization, the pieces finally clicking into place. “Well, damn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Guess we’ve got some catching up to do.”

You looked back at Pietro, your heart swelling with a mixture of joy and sadness. There was still so much to say, so much to do, but for the first time in years, you felt like you were home.

Wanda found you soon after, her face lighting up with pure joy when she saw you. The reunion was emotional, filled with laughter, tears, and promises never to be separated again. Wanda gave you a knowing smile, and you couldn’t help but blush. She always knew, even before you did.

As the dust settled and the Avengers regrouped, you realized that the long journey was finally over. You were back where you belonged—by Pietro’s side. And as he squeezed your hand, you knew that no matter what came next, you would face it together.

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**Epilogue**

A few days after the battle, you and Pietro stood together on the balcony of the Avengers Tower, watching the sun set over New York City. The air was warm, and the city buzzed with life below, but here, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet of the moment.

Pietro turned to you, his eyes soft as they met yours. “You know,” he began, his voice low and full of something you couldn’t quite place, “I’ve been running my whole life. But when I’m with you... I finally feel like I can slow down.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. Suddenly, all those moments from your childhood, all the times he had been there for you, flashed through your mind. The way he had always been just a little too protective, a little too sweet. And then, finally, you understood.

You loved him. You had always loved him.

Pietro smiled, as if he could see the realization dawning on your face. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you. “I’ve loved you for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I was just too scared to say it.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they were tears of happiness this time. “Me too,” you confessed, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “I was so scared of losing you that I didn’t even realize what was right in front of me.”

Pietro leaned down, and your heart raced as his lips met yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It was like coming home, like everything you had been searching for had finally found you. When you pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Wanda’s voice rang out from behind you, her tone full of amusement. “Took you two long enough.”

You both turned to find her leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. Pietro rolled his eyes, but you just laughed, feeling lighter than you had in years.

“Yeah,” Pietro said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. “But at least we got there in the end.”

And as the three of you stood there together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them as you always had—together, as a family.

[figaroswilson]

𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙙 ⇒ 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘦𝘹𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳!𝘰𝘧𝘤

Chapter 4

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

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

chapter word count: 2276

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The Quinjet was awfully quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Still a baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tony frowned. "Evil man," he mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She hummed in agreement.

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

"Clint," Kira groaned in annoyance.

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

"It's not that important."

"Ki..."

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

He gave her a look.

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

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

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

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

"You shot her with that?" Kira exclaimed.

"Not exactly."

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

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

"Clint!"

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

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

"Huh. Maybe it was your murder face."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like your picture in the kitchen?"

He nodded.

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

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

~ ✺ ~

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

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

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

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

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

"Gee, thanks," Nat muttered.

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

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

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

"Still going after launch codes?" Tony confirmed.

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

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

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

"What'd they say?" Clint asked.

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

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

"Parties unknown."

"We have an ally?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How?" Fury asked.

"Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?"

~ ✺ ~

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

KINKTOBER 2024

summary: You try and get Pietro to sit still.

warnings: switch!Pietro, kinda dom!reader, cockwarming, penetration, unprotected sex, swearing

Since Pietro had gotten his super-speed, he would quickly become impatient. He liked when things happened fast because he would often lose focus if things weren't moving quickly. Sex usually wasn't any different than that and in all honesty you didn't mind. Pietro��always made sure it was enjoyable for you. He was good like that and so sex was good and quick, well except for tonight, when you'd wanted to try something different. 

You're both sitting on the couch, well he is on the couch and you're sitting on top of him. Your dress is bunched up against your thighs and you're stroking his face, scratching his stubble and pressing kisses on his face. 

Pietro hums, desperately wanting to move his hips. He can feel you above him, his cock stretching out your—already soaking–cunt as you stay incredibly still. "Miláček (darling)," he whispers, hanging on to the very last thread of dominance he has. His hands shake around your hips. He wants to move and fuck you so badly. "Please."

You shake your head and kiss his lips, moving to suck on his neck. "No. Just a little longer."

"It's been almost ten minutes, lásko (love)," he whines and you glance at the clock. 

"It's barely been five minutes, baby," you laugh and move a little, to tease him.

Pietro's hands tighten around your hips, hissing as he moves his own hips. "Sakra, lásko, tady mě zabíjíš (Shit, love, you're killing me here)." You love it when he speaks Sokovian even when you don't understand him. He must be whining though, you know him well enough to deduce that. 

"Shh," you whisper as you capture his lips in yours, "just a little more. For me. I'm always good for you, aren't I?" you say once you've disconnected your lips. 

Pietro clenches his jaw but he nods and kisses you again so he can distract himself. He shuts his eyes, his body almost vibrating from the need to shift, move, run—do anything to fuck like he likes to. 

After another few minutes, you rock your hips slowly as a teasing smile tugs on his lips. 

"Shit, Miláček (darling), please. You're being unfair."

You lean in and kiss behind his ear and down his neck, running your hands in his silver locks. You keep rocking, each time becoming quicker as you decide to let him have his way. Pietro moans, becoming impatient now as his self-control breaks and he stands.

He picks you up, his dick slipping out of you for a moment until he spins around and lays you both on the couch. Your hands find his back as you arch into him, his cock sliding back into you as he thrusts faster and hardest. 

You cry out from the intense pleasure mixed with pain and he slows a little, kissing all over your face. "You like it slower, lásko (love). Is that what you want? Didn't have to torture me—you could have just said something," he whispers hoarsely in your ear. 

He's going slow now and you smile, enjoying the sensation. You nod. 

"Naughty girl," Pietro whispers, capturing your lips as he punctuates his thrusts. He's taking his time now, making sure you feel every push and the way you fall apart is so sweet that he decides that slow and steady does win the race after all. 

tags: @kravensgirl, @brokeaesthetic, @sayitlikethecheese, @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld, @thewinterv, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @simplyreflected, @aunicornmademedoit, @girl-detective16

[chris-in-the-headlights]

I like to think that after Dark Phoenix Charles and Erik didn’t get together immediately.

Charles moved in with Erik, they had a three hour long debate over who got the bed and who the couch and they ended up in a day-by-day system that just had double the trouble. And of course someone was always running (or wheeling) to the other in the middle of the night to wake them up/calm them down from a nightmare. Then one day Erik came back hurt/very tired, but it was Charles’ turn to take the bed, they had an (unsurprisingly) short argument and they both ended up sleeping on the bed.

Needless to say that, after that, the only person to ever sleep on that couch was Peter when he was visiting.

[belovedivies]

codependency ft. raphael

cw: minor spoiler~

Being Raphael’s older sister meant having a chokehold over everyone in the organization.

Fully-armed men visibly shuddered when you walked by. They answered your questions with hushed voices, twitching eyes, and shaky limbs that belied their large statures and decades of fighting tooth and nail for survival in this brutal place.

Father Gabriel was long dead. But years ago, he was warm, he was gentle. He held your hand and walked you into the Cathedral, all smiles and comforting reassurance while a seven-year-old Raphael clung to the back of your shirt, staggering with each step. Violence had left its lasting impression; where they made you a husk, his twisted psyche soon came to adore death and destruction. Raphael didn’t just bathe in Glory Club’s sanguinary nature, he coveted it.

If only Father listened.

The two were on bad terms for days, maybe weeks. A losing battle between Raphael—desperate for the organization to tip toward the crime syndicate it was meant to be, and Gabriel—ever considerate of his set of disciples and not wanting their worth to be reduced to mindless killing machines. 

You weren’t blind; Raphael was quite literally losing it after each failed attempt to talk the old man into doing what he wanted. He hadn’t eaten and slept properly. He had the motivation, the reason. You just knew he had thought about it too. 

You made one push.

Then Raphael stumbled down the stairs, deep into the abyss of his greed.

And thus, Glory Club was reborn.  

Yet the bond between you two remained the same.

The little boy you loved and cared for deeply. After war, after corruption, after the tainted pieces of this world got to him, Raphael was still the sweetest. He grew bigger, stronger, perhaps a little tempestuous in the process. He shouted at his subordinates, raking his fingers through his hair in a show of frustration. He choked and killed without mercy when something didn’t go his way. That was just how he was. They were terrified of him, and even more terrified of you.

But here, behind closed door of your chamber, Raphael rested his head on your lap, facing down. Your fingers carded through his hair and massaged his scalp that brought him immense comfort like nothing else. In the dim moonlight that shined through the window, Raphael looked soft, kind, harmless. When your movement halted, he whimpered. Begging for more, and you happily complied, a giggle bubbling in your chest.

He was your baby brother, after all. 

♡dividers credit: @sister-lucifer♡ ♡masterlist♡

[i-am-true-believer]

Hello, my sweet fanfiction readers, the late night scrollers, and the midday day dreamers. I think it's time we do a little check in.

Take a big deep breath for me and let it out slowly. Have you drank water today? Eaten a little snack? I'm so proud of you for waking up today and for keeping going. I know the world is a scary place, and there's so much bad, and I appreciate your willingness to continue to try. I hope your scrolling brings you comfort and peace, I hope you find a safe place to land for a little while.

I'll let you get back to your scrolling soon. What are you looking for today? Enemies to lovers? Found family? Accidental baby acquisitions? Will it be a reader insert or a completely new AU? I'm sure your comfort characters are waiting for you, for your next adventure, or to revisit an old one. Just a small reminder before you go, you are loved, you are wanted, and you matter. Your comfort character would love your every flaw and would love you in all stages of your life. From your best to your worst, they would love you and want you to stay. If you love them in every universe and stage of being, flaws and all, then you can believe they'd love you the same. If there's a million different universes, then there's at least one where you're their favorite comfort character, too, and I promise they're rooting for you every step along the way.

Your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the girl on the other side of the screen who will always be a safe place to land. You are loved, you matter, you are important.

❤️💛 True 💛❤️

[black-widow134]

Got back into reading fanfiction again, here are some (more) of my favourite dadneto/magneto family fanfics;

(will be adding to the list)

Every cloud has a silver lining (and a scarlet one) // 53851 words // 10 chapters - https://archiveofourown.org/works/37596463/chapters/93843133

To the stars who listen… // 91686 words // 20 chapters // Magneto (xmen apocalypse) fic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31485110/chapters/77883419

The Night Shift // 30113 words // 7 chapters // dadneto — https://archiveofourown.org/works/33331009/chapters/82772923

Edge of Nineteen // 4900+ words // 4 chapters - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29933331/chapters/73678035

The Witch's Vindication // 41433 words // 17 chapters // xmen evolution fanfic — https://archiveofourown.org/works/23212645/chapters/55570771

The Adventures Of Young Peter Maximoff // 35071 words // 13 chapters — https://archiveofourown.org/works/23684482/chapters/56861197

Twin Troubles // 26k+ words // 9 chapters — https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12423578/1/Twin-Troubles

The beginning of something familiar // 10k+ words // 5 chapters — https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11955883/1/The-Begining-of-Something-Familiar

Late Again // 132498 words // 19 chapters — https://archiveofourown.org/works/7082626/chapters/16097917

Five Times Quicksilver Doesn’t Tell Magneto He’s His Son and the One Time He Does // 11855 + words // 6 chapters — https://archiveofourown.org/works/19247407/chapters/45770434

Tiny Terrors // 26144 words // 9 chapters - https://archiveofourown.org/works/32943280/chapters/81760546

Peter Maximoff v Life, Terrorists, & Awkward Family Conversations // 13764 words // 1 chapter — https://archiveofourown.org/works/6890533?view_adult=true

Reverse Star Wars // 8k+ words // 7 chapters - https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11956321/1/

Infinite Variations of a Summer Day // 76,953 words // 12 chapters - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30764972/chapters/75935630?view_adult=true

No Escape from Reality // 73,360 words // 15 chapters, unfinished - https://archiveofourown.org/works/35173735/chapters/87638068

One Right Choice // 17,299 words // 1 chapter // Erik and baby peter xmen first class au - https://archiveofourown.org/works/59433112

Running After You // 56,300 words // 7 chapters // after xmen apocalypse - https://archiveofourown.org/works/34489732/chapters/85839349

Disintegration // 26,196 words // 9 chapters - https://archiveofourown.org/works/58069000/chapters/147837067

[purehypnotic]

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 𝐚����𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 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 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 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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𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆🎀

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masterlist

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last updated on 12/20/24

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tangerine; bullet train

co-workers ➛ angst, fluff

summary: "if it took you getting shot for you two to finally, maybe, realize you like each other i would've used you as target practice a long time ago." warnings: language, violence, fighting, injuries, blood, weapons word count: 3.4k+

confessions most popular! ➛ fluff

summary: "you're beautiful you know that love," tangerine said softly as if the declaration was a secret that only the space between you could know. warnings: mention of a gun, injuries, blood word count: 1.1k+

the days you meet my fav! ➛ fluff, angsty plot twist

summary: tangerine was feeling the same way. he ran his tongue across his teeth thinking of the way your laugh sounded like a symphony. he shook his head a bit thinking it was wild to even say such things about, truly, a stranger. warnings: none! word count: 2.5k+

a ghost ➛ angst

summary: "are you happy?" the question felt like a burning knife slowly carving your heart out OR! ex lovers see each other for the first time warnings: none! word count: 700+

lover girl ➛ angst, comfort, fluff-ish

summary: tangerine saves you from an awful date, cliche realizing feelings afterwards warnings: mentions of killing, language, talks of insecurities word count: 2k+

jealousy

summary: he knew you were fuming about his actions and he loved it. the two of you loved making the other jealous. it was a sick cycle. warnings: mildly toxic dynamic, semi-suggestive (no descriptions) word count: 900+

apologizes ➛ angst, comfort

summary: you voice your concerns about tangerine's profession, to which he doesn't take kindly warnings: mentions of injury, swearing, drinking, nothing bad at all word count: 1.5k+

love and grief

summary: you knew no matter how often you two spat with the other, said you hated each other, hell, even nearly killed the other, you two were connected in some weird unexplainable manner. warnings: death, violence, injuries, language word count: 2.4k+

come here

summary: REQUEST! can you do a drabble where tangerine goes to the bathroom and sends the reader a text that says "come here." warnings: 18+!! word count: 500+

psychopomp ➛ angst

summary: it was that moment, underneath the streetlight, that tangerine knew he had no choice but to love you warnings: death, dying, anxiety word count: 1.6k+

a new year

summary: REQUEST! new year’s eve party with tangerine warnings: smoking word count: 800+

friend or foe

alternate continuation to 'the days you meet' summary: REQUEST! where lemon goes to the cafe a few weeks later and talks with reader, they notice lemon wearing tangerine's necklace. reader is also a contract killer and thinks that lemon killed tangerine. warnings: guns word count: 1.1k+

seduction

summary: REQUEST! reader is interacting with another guy in a mission and tangerine gets super jealous warnings: none i believe, making the other person jealous word count: 1.8k+

headrest ➛ fluff

summary: REQUEST! reader falls asleep on tangerine's shoulder on the train home after a mission warnings: none word count: 700+

13 weeks ➛ fluff

summary: it was a quiet night when the walls of your apartment learned that the two of you had fallen for the other warnings: none word count: 800

high school headcanon

summary: REQUEST! you and the twins are a trio and they are protective of you warnings: the slightest description of someone being a bully

new friends, new love ➛ fluff

summary: REQUEST! ladybug ditches you at a work event to chat to lemon while you occupy an unsociable tangerine warnings: mentions of injury word count: 1.3k+

bar fight

summary: REQUEST! tangerine intervenes when the creep at the bar puts his hands on you warnings: harassment, fighting word count: 1.6k+

sunlight ➛ tooth rotting fluff

summary: REQUEST! you take advantage of the empty beach after a mission much to tangerine's initial dismay OR! though the moon would watch over him, he knew the sun was far closer to him because you were in his arms. warnings: none word count: 1.1k+

tangerine intervenes a stalker headcanon

summary: REQUEST! you call tangerine after two men follow you from the station to different stores warnings: talks of stalking, nothing descriptive

scarlet flags

summary: you called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me warnings: suggestive- minimal descriptions, toxic situationship word count: 860+

inked

summary: tattoo artist!tangerine; you meet tangerine's friends for the first time warnings: language word count: 1.7k+

tangerine has a soft spot for reader

summary: REQUEST! tangerine has a soft spot and dynamic similar to him and lemon with reader warnings: none

too sweet

summary: tangerine is strong and bitter, much like a neat whiskey but you were sweet, like an aged wine, and he wasn't use to that. warnings: none word count: 1.2k+

letters to a loved one

summary: the only form of communication you and tangerine can use when he is on a mission is email, however, as the weeks and months go by, your words have been left unanswered. warnings: angst word count: 1.4k

a house is not a home

summary: for months now you lived two separate lives. existing on two completely different orbits, the distance between you growing into lightyears warnings: angst, lovers to strangers word count: 930+

a melody

summary: so you stood hand in hand with tangerine, admiring your lover one final time. accepting that your love on earth will now be a memory for those who knew you. warnings: angst! word count: 350

pda

summary: REQUEST! running from enemies on a job and they end up making out to try and hide from the enemies because pda makes people uncomfortable warnings: brief talks of shooting and guns word count: 1.2k+

pietro maximoff; marvel

hole in the wall

summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him. warnings: fighting, none rlly?? word count: 5k+

phantom pain ➛ angst, comfort

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been warnings: insecurities, none really?? word count: 2.9k+

vincent renzi; anatomy of a fall

reassured

summary: the presence of an old flame causes vincent to reassure you warnings: none! word count: 370+

enticed

summary: vincent can't help but struggle through work with you as the prosecutor warnings: none word count: 645

benny cross; the bikeriders

6 months

summary: so you stood there on the porch taking in the silent environment like you had every day for the last six months, trying to make sense of it. each night you sought solace in your sleep and would forget about the empty space in your heart that benny once occupied. warnings: angst word count: 1.9k+

[local-crying-boy]

🄿🄸🄴🅃🅁🄾 🄼🄰🅇🄸🄼🄾🄵🄵 🅇 🄵🄴🄼!🅁🄴🄰🄳🄴🅁

𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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.

Masterlist

[lina-lovebug]

Pietro: you look pretty

(Y/N): I'm sorry?

Pietro: uh, I said you look shitty! *speeds off*

(Y/N): . . .okay?

Erik: do not fret. I wouldn't have even approached you. My technique is start a fight that spans over twenty years

Charles: *confused in telepath*

[figaroswilson]

𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙙 ⇒ 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘦𝘹𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳!𝘰𝘧𝘤

Chapter 3

masterlist

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

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

chapter word count: 2120

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Tony went through the plan again as the Quinjet got closer to Klaue's location.

Truthfully, Kira wasn't listening too closely. She already knew the plan off by heart and was far too worried about Sam to hear it another time. They'd decided that he should be the one to stay behind to keep an eye on the still decrypting laptop. (If that stupid thing hadn't sputtered out and died by the time Kira got back, she was going to kill it herself.) She tried to reassure herself that he'd be fine; it would've been too suspicious for her to stay back as well anyways. But, no matter how she tried to frame it, nothing worked. It didn't help either that her danger sense hadn't stopped ringing since Ultron attacked the party. She just hoped the slight headache it was causing wouldn't develop into a full-blown migraine during the mission. Though knowing her luck, it definitely would.

"And make sure you stick to it, Kira," Tony finished as the Quinjet landed, emphasising her name to get her attention.

She tried to look offended, but he did have a point. Kira's bad habit of not listening when running through a plan extended to completely ignoring it whenever she didn't trust a mission was going well. In her defence, though, the plan was quite simple; there really was no need to listen a tenth time. Tony, Steve and Thor would pay Klaue a visit, whilst Kira, Nat and Clint would stay hidden on the sidelines, keeping an eye out, with Bruce waiting in the Quinjet. If a fight broke out Tony, Steve and Thor would be the ones to deal with it and the others would only help if and when needed. Emphasis on if. Kira had tried to argue that she could be more useful, but Tony and Steve had been adamant. The smaller the confrontation, the better.

"I'll stick to the plan. Promise," she told him as they left the Quinjet. "Though feel free to explain it again," she teased.

"Hilarious, Ki."

~ ✺ ~

They had landed near a salvage yard, just off the coast of South Africa, where Klaue's black market business operated out of one of the many abandoned ships.

According to Tony, Klaue had been there for years and by the looks of it, nothing had changed in years either. The ship was dark, bathed in a few red emergency lights. Boxes of supplies lay strewn about the floor. The rust growing on the old steel walls, pools of machining oil and sweat combined into a sharp metallic stench. But there was no one to be found.

Kira, Nat and Clint had been sent in first to scout the place out. Where was everyone? Kira wondered. Munitions, halfway through assembly, sat on unattended operating lines. When in production, the noise must have been deafening, but the place was empty and every footstep felt too loud. The other two looked just as confused as she felt. "Did they know we were coming?" she whispered.

Nat began to answer when the lights cut out. Immediately, they stilled. They were entirely shrouded in darkness. Kira could hear some faint voices, but they were too distant even for her to make out. A few moments passed in panic. Until, slowly, a few flickering yellow bulbs turned on. Now that they could see it better, the ship was, to put it lightly, even more run down than it looked in the dark.

Kira heard his voice then, discernible now. Ultron. He was talking with three others whose voices she didn't recognise. Two with Sokovian accents and one with an Afrikaans accent. Shit. Ultron and the twins had gotten to Klaue first. Quickly, signalling to the others, they spilt up and each slipped into a shadowed corner. The comms crackled on as Clint updated everyone else, but Kira tuned it out as she tried to focus on what Ultron was saying. He did not sound happy.

"Don't compare me with Stark!" he yelled. "It's a thing with me. Stark is... he's a sickness!"

"Ahh, Junior." Kira heard Tony land somewhere above her, Steve and Thor following closely behind. "You're gonna break your old man's heart."

"If I have to." The rage was evident in Ultron's  voice.

Thor tried to calm the situation. "We don't have to break anything."

Bad idea, Kira thought.

"Clearly you've never made an omelette," Ultron quipped.

"He beat me by one second," Tony mumbled.

Knew it.

Then a man, whose voice she didn't recognise, stepped forward. "Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark." He spoke with a heavy Sokovian accent. Pietro Maximoff. "It's what, comfortable? Like old times?" he mocked.

Tony suddenly became very serious. "This was never my life."

"You two can still walk away from this," Steve spoke up.

"Oh, we will." Another voice Kira didn't recognise. Wanda Maximoff.

Steve continued, "I know you've suffered—"

"Agh!" Ultron interrupted, disgusted. "Captain America. God's righteous man, pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but..." It was terrifying how quickly Ultron had learnt such human traits. Rage, disgust and even humour, dry as it was. Bruce and Tony were far too good at their jobs.

"If you believe in peace, then let us keep it." Thor insisted.

"I think you're confusing peace with quiet."

"Yuh-huh. What's the Vibranium for?" Tony was clearly over it now.

"I'm glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan—"

Light exploded above Kira. A series of blasts followed. She shielded her eyes as she pushed herself further into the wall. Metal clanged against metal. Glass shattered. People crashed into each other. Gunshots rang out. Klaue's men were back now too.

"Clint! Nat!" Steve yelled, and they rushed out to help.

Dammit. This was not the plan.

"Steve," Kira hissed.

"Not now, Ki." He was clearly very busy. She heard him throw the shield and listened as it ricocheted against its targets. "Stay down, kid," he said to someone else on the other side of the comms.

"Steve, come on," she insisted. "I can help too. Klaue's men are back—"

"Do. Not. Move. Kira." Steve said, louder this time, punctuating each word.

There was a small pause, before a quiet and curious, "Kira?" came over the comms. Maximoff. He knew she was there, so now they all knew she was there.

Fuck, Kira thought.

"Fuck," Steve muttered.

Still, he kept firm in his decision. Kira was stuck hiding in a corner, occasionally taking out any of Klaue's men that were unlucky enough to come across her, and listening to the others giving updates on comms.

"Thor, status?"

"The girl tried to warp my mind," he replied. "Take special care, I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty."

Great. We're so fucked.

~ ✺ ~

Something shifted from then on; not just with the progression of the fight, but with Kira herself.

Her headache, as she had predicted, did begin to develop into a migraine. A migraine so bad that, with it, came intense waves of nausea. She hadn't experienced anything like this since before receiving the super soldier serum. It was supposed to prevent any and all illness, so being nauseous made no sense. At least it's manageable for now, she thought thankfully.

As for the others, apart from some concerning groans of pain, Kira didn't hear much else from them. There was a problem with the comms too. She was convinced she had heard Bruce try to talk to them, before being cut off, though no one else had the time to be concerned. And, after that, each of her teammates slowly started to drop out of the channel, leaving only static behind, until it was just her and Clint left.

"Whoever's standing: we gotta move," Clint spoke up, sounding out of breath.

"Hold on—" It had taken Kira a second to process what he had just said. She had been busy knocking out one of Klaue's men with his own gun. "What do you mean 'whoever's standing'?" she asked.

"The kid, Wanda. She just tried to mess with my head. Some mind-control thing using her powers. I stopped her before she could, but her brother knocked me down. And I don't think I'm the only one she's tried it on if we're going off what Thor said earlier." He paused. "Wait. Have you not seen them yet?"

"No, you know I've been stuck in this corner since—"

"Kira," he interrupted. "Get out of here. Now." Then the comms went completely silent.

~ ✺ ~

This is why she never stuck to the plan.

The one time she listened and her whole team had been taken out? Fuck this shit, she thought and left that stupid corner, gun in hand.

The ship was eerily quiet. A quick sweep of the bottom floor and she knew she was the only one there. The only one conscious at least, she thought, looking down at the man she had just knocked out. Barrel trained on the ground, she ventured further into the ship.

Kira had last heard movement from the walkway, where Tony had first confronted Ultron, and so she headed for the steps that lead up to it. Her view no longer obstructed, she now saw it was just as empty as the rest of the ship, though entirely changed from when she first entered. The handrails were dented, bent and broken. Blasts from Tony and Ultron had melted perfect holes through the metal panels. Broken glass littered the whole path.

Her footsteps echoed in her wake as she carefully climbed up. She paused halfway. Waited a few seconds. Other than the quiet groans from Klaue's men, she couldn't hear anything. Nothing from her teammates.

She continued, slower than before. Angrier than before. She had no idea where the others were, how they were. What they were going through. Tried to mess with my head, Clint had said. What had the Maximoff girldone to get them to go entirely silent?

Once she reached the walkway, she stopped. Lifted her gun. Assessed the area. It was an incredibly vulnerable position, visible from most parts of the ship. If she wasn't careful, she would be putting herself in a lot of danger. Though at that point, near blind with rage, she didn't care much.

Tentatively, she started to cross. Glass crunched underneath her boots. She was halfway along when she saw him. He appeared out of nowhere, wisps of blue light trailing after him, standing at the opposite end. His shock of hair was so pale it looked as if it had been bleached white. Pietro Maximoff. He was staring straight at her, eyes only momentarily flitting down to her gun, which was trained on him. When he met her eyes again, he was livid.

In that moment, Kira didn't think she could hate anyone more. Then his sister stepped forward. Red glowing eyes. Wanda Maximoff. Her expression matched her brother's, only rivalled, perhaps, by Kira's own. She was the person who had hurt her team, some of the only people she cared for. She was the one who had incapacitated them and messed with their heads. She had hurt them so badly, that Clint had told her she needed to get away. No matter the odds, Kira decided she wasn't going to back down.

She took a step towards Maximoff, when, in an instant, her migraine and nausea receded. Her danger sense had just... stopped. It felt like her vision had cleared and she could see properly for the first time in days. Maximoff had tried to hurt everyone else by messing with their heads, succeeding with most, but for some reason, she posed no threat to Kira. It was such a ridiculous notion, that someone with magic was harmless to someone without, that a laugh bubbled out of her. She knew she must look crazy, but she couldn't help it.

Her laughter made Maximoff pause. She took a step back from Kira as her anger morphed into confusion. Then, a second later, it changed again. Into... fear? That made no sense. What could possibly scare someone who had had the audacity to attack a Norse God? But it was definitely fear that Kira saw in Maximoff's eyes. She knew it intimately; she could never mistake it.

Kira looked over and, sure enough, that same fear was reflected in her brother's eyes. Something was very wrong but she didn't dare look away from the twins.

Maximoff slowly backed away, as if from a dangerous animal, getting closer to her brother. As soon as she was by his side, she grabbed his arm, and they were gone. Just as quickly as they had appeared. A wispy trail of blue light the only evidence they had been there at all.

What just happened?

~ ✺ ~

[pretty-little-mind33]

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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Hangover (Pietro Maximoff First Kiss Drabble)

Word Count: 1592

Notes: Slight college AU.

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Your head was pounding. The curtains weren’t thick enough to keep out the morning light. You shielded your eyes, trying to make sense of your surroundings.

This was not your bed. Still, the sheets smelt strangely familiar. You sat up, and a wave of nausea almost pushed you back down. You fought it, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and sitting upright.

There was a sealed bottle of water on the nightstand. A blister pack of aspirin. You cracked open the water bottle and drank it down greedily, and then threw back two of the pills.

To your relief, as hangovers went, this wasn’t one of the worst ones. You were sweaty and your head hurt, but aside from the initial rush of nausea, you didn’t think you were going to throw up.

You still didn’t recognise where you were. Your phone was on the nightstand too, plugged into a charger that wasn’t yours. You were pleased to see that it was at 100% battery. That was one less thing to worry about.

Bracing yourself, you pulled back the curtains. Light flooded in, and you covered your eyes with your forearm, pain flaring in your brain. Your lashes were stuck together with sleep, and your breath tasted foul.

Finishing off the last of the water in the bottle, you let your eyes adjust to the new brightness in the room. It wasn’t so bad now that your throat no longer felt so dry.

You took an inventory of yourself. Your phone was accounted for. After a quick search, you found the small bag you’d taken out last night, and in it were your wallet and keys.

Aside from your headache, you were physically okay. You were still dressed in the jeans and nice top you’d worn out, although the jeans were unbuttoned. There were no injuries that you could feel, which was honestly miraculous, because you were very clumsy when you were drunk.

You were even still wearing your bra. The underwire was digging into your ribcage uncomfortably. You must’ve been pretty drunk to not feel the discomfort last night.

Your shoes were beside the bed, socks stuffed inside them. Standing up, you shoved all of your possessions back into your bag and then picked up your shoes.

The bedroom was small, with a double bed pushed into the corner under the window, a desk, and a chest of drawers. There was no other furniture.

In the opposite corner, there was a barbell, weights stacked into a haphazard pile. The desk was a little messy, and there was a stack of clothes on the desk chair. On the shelf above the desk were a handful of sports trophies. The room looked as though it had been tidied very hurriedly.

As you reached the door, your heart stuttered. Pinned up next the door were a collection of photographs. There were a few of people that you didn’t recognise, and some of people that you did. Nat, Clint, Bruce. Group shots of people partying and having fun. You were even in a few of them.

But the person in by far the most pictures was Wanda Maximoff. You had a few classes with her, so you had become fast friends at the beginning of the year. There were photobooth photos of her with her twin brother, Pietro, as well as pictures from childhood. There were pictures of the two of them with people you could only assume were their parents.

It was suddenly very clear to you that you were in Pietro’s room. The photos, the exercise equipment, the trophies; it all made sense.

You felt your stomach churning, and for a moment you thought you might actually throw up. Had you humiliated yourself in front of Pietro last night? Had he taken you home, put you to sleep in his bed? Your chest hurt.

You’d been out at the club last night, celebrating the end of exams. Wanda and Pietro had both been there, as had a few of your other friends. Pietro always made you nervous, with his handsome face and his flirtatious attitude. He never seemed to take anything seriously.

You had drank in the hopes that you would feel less nervous around him. Evidently you had overdone it.

You opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hall. Now you recognised your surroundings. You’d never been in Pietro’s bedroom before but you had been in his and Wanda’s apartment.

Thankfully, the bathroom was just across the hall. You darted into and locked the door behind you, breathing hard. If you were going to face Pietro, you needed to look presentable.

After using the toilet, you took stock of yourself in the mirror. Your make-up was smeared and you were looking worse for wear.

You stole some toothpaste and brushed your teeth with a finger. You also took some mouthwash, rinsing until the rancid taste was gone from your mouth.

Next you moved on to washing your face. There were some make-up removal wipes – Wanda’s, you assumed – which you used to try to remove your eye make-up.

You weren’t able to get it all off, but the effect made your lashes a little darker, traces of mascara clinging to them. It looked fine, so you splashed some water on your armpits and tried to make your hair look vaguely presentable.

When you were done, you stole a couple of sprays of deodorant. You could tell from the smell that it was Pietro’s. It was the same scent that engulfed you every time he hugged you, leaving you a little breathless. You hoped that he wouldn’t mind you using it.

Finally, you were as put-together as you were going to look without actually taking a shower – you might’ve been stealing toiletries but you drew the line at using someone else’s shower without asking – so you begrudgingly left the safety of the bathroom.

Down the hall, you found the open-plan kitchen-living room. A pair of socked feet were resting over the arm of the couch. You could hear quiet, steady breathing. Someone was sleeping on the couch.

As quietly as you could, you made your way to the front door. Your hand was on the handle when a sleepy voice interrupted you.

“Where are you going?” It was Pietro.

You turned to face him guiltily. He was lying on the couch, pushing himself up onto his elbow. His eyes were bleary. He looked very cute.

“Home,” you said. “Sorry for kicking you out of your bed. You didn’t have to sleep on the couch.”

“I wasn’t going to make you sleep on the couch,” he said, sitting up. “You don’t have to leave right now. It’s still early. I was gonna make breakfast.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you said, although the thought of breakfast had certainly piqued your interest. Perhaps you could grab a sandwich on the way home.

“I know I don’t have to,” he said, sounding a little annoyed. “I’m not being nice because I have to. I’m doing it because I want to.” He got to his feet. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, and you had to stop your eyes from tracing the line of his hipbones. “Come on. What do you want to eat? Eggs? Toast? Cereal? Pancakes?”

“I like pancakes,” you said, a little shy.

“I’m making you pancakes, then.”

You followed him to the kitchenette, feeling embarrassed, but also grateful. As he started to mix up the pancake batter, you said, “Thank you for looking after me last night. I must’ve been a mess.”

“It was nothing,” he grunted. “What kind of man would I be if I left you alone like that? I had to make sure you were safe.”

“Thank you…” And then, because you were feeling bolder than usual – perhaps you were still a little drunk? – you said, “It was your fault I was so drunk, anyway.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Is that right?”

“Talking to you makes me nervous. I wanted to be brave.”

He set down his whisk and turned to face you. “That’s funny. I was feeling the same way. I was thinking about kissing you last night but then you were too shitfaced.”

“I’m not shitfaced now.”

“That’s true.”

He closed the distance between you and cupped your face in one hand. You could feel the strength of his hand holding you in place, and a shiver went down your spine.

“Do you still wanna kiss me? Or did I ruin it last night?” you asked.

He chuckled. “You’re an idiot if you think that there’s anything you could do to make me not want to kiss you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

His lips were a little dry when they touched yours. His free hand fell to your waist, and he turned his head to kiss you deeper. You tried to slide your tongue into his mouth but he stopped you.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” he said, and you let out a groan of frustration.

“I don’t care,” you said, touching his cheek. His stubble was rough against your skin.

He kissed you again. You held onto him, sliding your hand into his messy curls.

“The pancakes can wait,” you murmured. “Maybe we should go back to bed for a little while? I do feel awfully bad about turfing you out of your own bed.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me,” he said, smiling against your lips.

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along the wind (bodyguard!peter x f!reader)

・゜・summary: Peter has made his way to the top by defying the odds his whole life; barely anything fazes him at this point. Yet when a glimpse of normalcy comes into his life in the form of a girl whose presence he initially apathizes, the crack in the Apostle’s stoicism starts to show.゜・* ・゜・tags: reader-insert, pre-canon, pre-rejuvenated peter, slice of life, fluff, slow burn, eventual romance, (my poor) attempt at humor, friends to lovers, typical-canon violence (mostly referenced cuz i suck at writing fight scenes)゜・* ・゜・notes: this work has multiple chapters! also cross-posted on my ao3 <3 title is from a song called "fly away" by jang yoon ju.゜・*

chapter 1: white strawberry and mint. ・゜・chapter content: bashing/washing, brief mention of drug. ・゜・word count: 1,268 ♡masterlist♡

“Tch, stop squirming so much will you?”

"That's easy for you to say, you took my last xanax!"

Peter, very much irritated, decides to ignore those words as he drags the washcloth down your spine. You really thought Glory's greatest asset would want to be stuck here babysitting a grown-ass woman in her early 20s, huh? You'd better fucking think again; with how bizarre this unconventional live-in assignment has been and is still going, Peter's mental gymnastics constantly blow hot and cold between wanting to protect you and wanting to strangle you. Anything to make your perpetual complaining go away, honestly. But as nice as the thought of making you shut up for good, the Cathedral's order to keep you safe is final, and he is but loyal to the organization that made him the powerful man he is today.

So the Apostle sucks it up, a sigh leaving his lips as one big hand closes a little tighter around your waist.

"You're recovering," Peter continues, the authority colors his tone even as his touch on your soaked back is undeniably gentle, "and the last thing I need is another headache of you OD'ing over off-label pills."

You let out a sound that falls somewhere between a gasp and a yelp. "I'm not an addict, ok?" That half-assed excuse almost has Peter rolling his eyes in pure frustration, his displeasure threatening to bubble over when you flounder on his lap like a fish out of water. "They're just my sleeping aid-"

“Aid or not ,” he cuts you off mid-sentence, “it doesn’t change the fact that you pop three xans per meal and barely function without them.” The last of his impatient reprimand is accompanied by foam-covered linen spreading the Olay body wash over the skin of your belly. Peter’s nose crinkles slightly at the sickening sugary scents of white strawberry and mint that assault his nostrils, but the man decides to keep his mouth shut.

And much to his surprise, so do you.

He’s relieved at your lack of resistance, or at least no more bitter remark. A huff leaves your lips, then nothing. Good, the Apostle is sure if this goes on, he’ll be scrubbing your wrinkly skin raw. Peter sets the washcloth aside and grabs the shower head, aiming the lukewarm stream of water at your body and clearing away the bubbles and remaining grime.

The water sloshes underneath your body as you draw up your legs; the tub isn’t small by any means, but Peter is aware of his size and how his large stature might be a little suffocating to you in terms of space. His grasp on your waist loosens, wanting to speed things up so you both can get out of here quicker. Yet the second the soap on your skin is washed away, the guy can't help but let his eyes linger on the scar on your lower thigh.

"What?" Peter hears you huff again, sounding uncomfortable despite your nonchalant expression. One of your hands moves down to conceal the healing wound, even if through the little cracks between your fingers, he can still make out the pinkish scar tissue.

"How are you feeling?" It's a genuine concern on his part.

"Um," your hesitation doesn't escape his notice, even palpably so when you start shifting awkwardly between his legs. Peter just wants to make sure, but he has no problem with dropping the topic if it irks you. That is what he thinks, but you finish the sentence, "better?"

So it doesn't hurt anymore, at least not as badly as it used to. The man lets out a low hum, then turns his head to hang the showerhead into its wall-mount bracket.

"No hair wash?" Are you serious right now? Peter rolls his eyes for real—an act he's very much acquainted with in the past six weeks living here—before facing you.

"No hair wash," there you go again with that annoying pout. Really makes him wonder how the hell you two are the same age, "I won't have you lazing around in here for more than 30 minutes."

Sensing an upcoming brainless argument, the raven-haired assassin stands up and walks out of the bath, taking you with him. He promptly ignores the way you yelp when one right hand grazes a ticklish spot on your nape to keep you still, instead reaching for two towels sitting on the sink. Peter wraps one of them around his waist and focuses on patting you dry with the other. There's a bored look on his face while you just stand there, grumbling under your breath about how you can do this on your own. Brat.

"Put this on." He draps the towel over your shoulders and hands you a fresh set of clothes for the night. Only when you take them does he start putting on his own; a moment of silence follows, save for the rustling of fabric. It’s oddly calming, and even though he has used to going through days without a wink of sleep, Peter feels his eyes getting droopy as he puts on his grey hoodie; the day’s exhaustion finally catching up.

You let out a yawn, putting your hand on his shoulder for support while you slip on a pair of cotton slippers. Now he just has to wait for you to finish up.

“Hey, Peter…”

“Hm?”

The guy looks over his shoulder when you call out his name. This time, you don’t meet his gaze, instead staring down on the floor as you scrawl with one foot.

”Sorry for my mini tantrum earlier.” You gulp, and was that shame he just heard? ”You were just trying to do your job…”

Peter cocks an eyebrow. He isn’t mad at you, per se—the smirk on his lips giving away his rare playfulness—more like the usual light-hearted annoyance (that makes him want to choke you due to how stubborn you are sometimes, but that’s out of the question). You’re still 97% better than most people the Apostle had encountered in his line of work, and that is to say out of the other 3% he didn’t fumble (or kill), you’re the girl who happens to fit the closest to society’s definition of normal.

Not that he cares about what people think, anyway.

“A-And I acted out like a child…” He’s half-expecting another sorry, but you keep your head down in silence. You must be waiting for his answer then, so the guy decides to give you an easy way out; the further teasing comment that is about to leave his mouth can be saved for another time.

”Aside from the occasional migraines you gave me,” Peter smiles, putting a hand on your head as he starts ruffling your hair. "you're not too bad yourself. Apology accepted."

You mirror his mirth, though only for a brief second. Schooling your expression into a mask of faux frustration, you huff and try to pry his hand off. “Right right, now stop would ya? You’re gonna mess up my hair!”

Again, sleep comes first. As fun as it is to taunt you, Peter needs to get you to bed. Tuck you in… is that what it is called? The Apostle mentally cringes at the term; Father Gabriel really did land him into babysitting his niece.

“Right… let’s go.” He settles for giving your head one last pat before motioning you to walk towards the door connected to your bedroom. The distance is short, but Peter knows you’ll be there when he turns around.

Tomorrow will just be another day.