#pietro Maximoff

[mischievousmoony]

round and round baby

[isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq]

Read 'em and weep, Barton! - wanda x natasha

summary: it's just another party at the avenger's compound. Wanda is drinking and playing cards with Sam, Clint and Bucky. Natasha is somewhere near, talking with Thor, Steve, Rhodey and Tony. Wanda gets a bit carried away in the game and Natasha approaches them before Wanda ends up hexing someone and Wanda is just very, very, happy to have her gf around.

tags: established relationship, drunk wanda, awesome and protective gf natasha.

The music was a low, expensive thrum beneath the cacophony of conversations, a signature of any party hosted by Tony Stark. It was less a celebration and more a mandatory exhibition of good cheer. Across the sprawling common room, Natasha stood in a cluster of gravitas; Thor booming about some Asgardian feast, Steve looking politely interested, and Tony gesturing wildly while explaining a new nano-tech innovation to Rhodey. She was listening, of course, but her attention, as always, was tethered by an invisible string to a different part of the room.

Her anchor was at a round table, surrounded by a haze of competitive tension and whiskey fumes. Wanda, her face flushed with a lovely pink that Natasha knew came from the bourbon and not a blush, slammed a card down on the table.

"Read 'em and weep, Barton!" she declared, her voice a little too loud. A faint, scarlet mist coiled around her knuckles. "Full house, aces high!"

Clint squinted at her hand, then at his own pathetic collection of cards. "That's... not possible. I was watching the deck."

"My powers extend beyond your mortal comprehension," Wanda said with a grand wave of her hand. The gesture sent a shimmer through the air that made the lights flicker.

Sam, leaning back in his chair with a wide grin, took a slow sip of his beer. "Translation: she's cheating, and we're all too scared of the witch to call her on it."

Bucky, who had been silently nursing his drink, grunted in agreement. "She turned my last good card into a goddamn butterfly."

Wanda simply smirked, raking in the pile of chips with both hands. The red energy around her intensified, a low, happy hum of victory and alcohol. Natasha saw it from across the room: that tell-tale glow that meant Wanda’s control was getting as fuzzy as her logic. With a subtle nod to Steve, she disentangled herself from the conversation, her movements fluid and silent as she crossed the floor.

She didn't speak, just came to stand behind Wanda's chair, placing her hands lightly on her shoulders. Wanda stiffened for a fraction of a second before melting completely. The aggressive, competitive energy vanished, replaced by a pure, unfiltered joy that was so potent Natasha could almost feel it warming her skin.

"Tasha," Wanda breathed, tilting her head all the way back to gaze up at her, her green eyes wide and adoring. She abandoned the poker chips completely, her hands coming up to cover Natasha's on her shoulders. "Did you see? I'm winning!"

"I see you're terrorizing your friends," Natasha murmured, her voice a low, private counterpoint to the party's noise. She leaned down, her lips brushing Wanda's hair. "Maybe it's time to cash in your winnings, hmm?"

"But the night is young," Wanda purred, twisting in her seat to better wrap an arm around Natasha's waist, pulling her closer. Her other hand began a slow, deliberate journey up Natasha's side, a clear and public exploration. "And now that my good luck charm is here, I feel invincible." Her fingertips traced the hem of Natasha's shirt, threatening to dip underneath.

Natasha's breath hitched. She caught Wanda's wandering hand, lacing their fingers together. "You're a menace, Maximoff," she said, though there was no heat in it.

"I'm your menace," Wanda corrected, leaning her head against Natasha's hip and pouting. "And I have intentions. Many, many intentions."

Clint snorted. "Oh, here we go."

Suddenly, a blue-and-silver blur shot past the table, resolving itself into Pietro. He skidded to a halt, a cocky grin on his face, his hair disheveled from playing tag with the Barton kids.

"Having fun, sestra?" he teased, his eyes dancing between Wanda's possessive grip on Natasha and Natasha's look of saintly patience. "Try not to scandalize the Captain. He looks like he might faint."

Wanda didn't even look at him. Her gaze was still locked on Natasha. With an almost imperceptible flick of her wrist, a shimmering red tendril of energy snaked out from behind her, completely unseen. It solidified for a split second, wrapping around Pietro’s ankle before dissolving back into nothing.

Pietro took a step, and his feet suddenly seemed to betray him. He yelped, flailing his arms in a comical pinwheel before tumbling to the ground in a graceless heap of limbs and wounded pride.

"Wanda," Natasha's voice was a soft, firm warning.

Wanda gave her a look of pure, unadulterated innocence. "He tripped," she said sweetly. "He moves too fast. It happens."

From the floor, Pietro groaned. "I hate you."

"Get in line," Sam laughed, offering him a hand up.

Natasha sighed, gently prying Wanda's arm from around her waist. "Alright, that's it. Party's over for you."

"Is it?" Wanda whispered, getting to her feet and immediately crowding into Natasha's space, her body flush against hers. She snaked her arms around Natasha's neck, her expression turning sultry. "I think the party is just getting started." Her voice dropped to a low, promising murmur against the shell of Natasha's ear. "Let's go back to our room. I'll show you what a 'full house' really looks like."

A flush crept up Natasha's neck. She could feel at least three sets of eyes on them, brimming with amusement. With a strength of will forged in the Red Room, she put her hands on Wanda's waist, creating a small, respectable amount of distance between them.

"You," she said, her voice steady despite the wildfire Wanda was trying to start in her veins, "are going to drink a tall glass of water. And then another one."

"Later," Wanda bargained, leaning in for a kiss.

Natasha skillfully turned her head so the kiss landed on her cheek. "Now," she countered, beginning the slow, arduous process of steering her very drunk, very amorous, and very powerful girlfriend away from the party. "Say goodnight, Wanda."

Wanda pouted, but allowed herself to be led away, pressing a final, lingering kiss to Natasha's neck as they went. "Goodnight," she called out to the table, her voice dripping with smug victory. "I'll be busy.”

(...) 

The moment the heavy door to their bedroom clicked shut behind them, the muffled thrum of the party vanished, replaced by an intimate, ringing silence. It was a silence that Wanda seemed determined to fill.

"Alone at last," she purred, her voice a low, husky thing that vibrated right through Natasha. She turned in Natasha’s gentle hold, her movements fluid despite the alcohol, and pressed herself flush against the assassin's body. Her hands slid from Natasha’s waist up to her shoulders, then threaded into the fiery red hair at the nape of her neck. "No more poker. No more prying eyes. Just you."

Natasha’s hands rested on Wanda's hips, a steadying, grounding presence. "And a very large glass of water," she reminded her, her voice a low rumble.

Wanda made a soft, displeased sound. Before Natasha could move toward the kitchenette, a playful, shimmering ribbon of scarlet energy snaked past her, wrapping around the doorknob. With a decisive click, the lock engaged. The lights in the room dimmed to a soft, seductive glow, leaving only the moonlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows to silver the edges of their bodies.

"The water can wait," Wanda whispered, her eyes dark and bottomless in the low light, fixed on Natasha’s mouth. "I, however, have been waiting all night."

She surged upward, capturing Natasha’s lips in a kiss that was all bourbon and heat and pent-up desire. It was demanding and messy, a stark contrast to their usual easy rhythm. Natasha froze for a heartbeat, her mind screaming warnings, her body arching into the kiss on pure instinct. Wanda’s magic, a tipsy accomplice, pulsed in the air around them, a warm and persuasive thrum that seemed to buzz against Natasha’s skin, urging her to give in.

With a strength of will that felt like tearing muscle, Natasha gently but firmly broke the kiss, turning her head. Wanda’s lips trailed across her jaw, hot and seeking.

"Wanda," Natasha breathed, her own voice unsteady. "Stop."

"Make me," Wanda challenged, her mouth finding the sensitive skin of Natasha's neck. One of her hands slid down Natasha's back, bold and proprietary, cupping her ass and pulling their hips flush together. Natasha could feel the sharp hitch of Wanda’s breath against her throat, the heat of her own blood roaring in her ears.

This was the battle. Not against aliens or assassins, but against the intoxicating pull of the woman in her arms and the traitorous weakness in her own knees.

"You're drunk," Natasha stated, the words a lifeline to her flagging resolve.

"I'm devoted," Wanda corrected, her voice muffled against Natasha’s skin. "And very, very appreciative of the view I had tonight." Her free hand came up to ghost over Natasha’s chest. "You stood there with them… Thor, Steve… like a queen. My queen. And all I could think about was getting you back here."

The raw sincerity in her voice was a more potent weapon than any kiss. Natasha’s hands, which had been trying to create space, instead tightened their grip on Wanda’s hips. Her resolve was a fortress, and Wanda’s words were the battering ram at the gates.

Wanda must have sensed the shift, the slight falter in her defenses. She pressed her advantage, pushing forward until Natasha’s back was flush against the cold, unyielding surface of the door. The balance of power had shifted. Wanda crowded her, a captivating, bewitching heat, her leg slotting between Natasha’s.

"Just one more kiss, Tasha," she pleaded, her forehead resting against Natasha’s. "A real one. Then water. I promise."

Natasha looked into those wide, pleading green eyes. She saw the lust there, yes, but beneath it, she saw the deep, unwavering adoration. She was lost.

She leaned in.

The fortress crumbled.

Her hand came up to cup Wanda's jaw, her thumb stroking her cheek as she tilted her head. She was going to give in. To hell with nobility. Just for a moment, she was going to let herself have this.

But as their lips were a hair's breadth from touching, Wanda’s focus wavered. Her body, fueled by alcohol and adrenaline, suddenly slumped, her balance giving way. She stumbled forward, her full weight falling against Natasha, her head landing with a soft thud on Natasha’s shoulder.

"Whoa," Wanda mumbled, her voice suddenly thick with exhaustion. "The room is… spinny."

And just like that, the spell was broken.

The fiery lust in Natasha’s veins cooled, replaced by a wave of overwhelming, protective tenderness. This wasn’t her queen. This was her baby, drunk and dizzy and in need of care.

With a soft sigh that was equal parts relief and disappointment, Natasha wrapped her arms securely around Wanda. "I know, moya lyubov," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I know. Let's get you to bed."

This time, Wanda didn’t protest. She allowed Natasha to guide her, pliant and sleepy, toward the bedroom. The red mist in the air had faded, the lights slowly brightening back to normal as Wanda’s concentration dissolved.

Natasha sat her down on the edge of the bed and knelt to gently pull off her boots. Wanda watched her with heavy-lidded eyes, a soft, sleepy smile on her face.

"You're so good to me," she slurred softly.

"Always," Natasha replied, her voice quiet. She stood and helped Wanda out of her party clothes, her movements efficient and gentle, and pulled a soft, oversized t-shirt; one of her own, over Wanda's head.

After fetching the promised glass of water and making sure Wanda drank most of it, Natasha pulled back the covers. Wanda crawled into bed, her body curling into a ball immediately.

Natasha tucked the duvet around her shoulders, her fingers lingering on Wanda's cheek. Wanda's eyes were already closed, her breathing evening out into the steady rhythm of sleep.

"Tomorrow," Natasha whispered to the sleeping witch, a promise to herself as much as to Wanda. "Tomorrow, we'll talk about your 'intentions'."

She stood there for a long moment, watching her, a fond, weary smile on her lips. She had resisted. She had won. And as she went to sleep on her side of the bed, the victory felt exquisitely, frustratingly lonely.

[attckher]

fav marvel siblings because i couldn't pay them tribute when i was a kid

[literaryavenger]

BROKEN MASTERLIST — Completed

Summary: After Civil War you meet and bond with Bucky Barnes. You want to help him, but do you really realize how hard it's going to be?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic!Avengers x Reader

General warnings: Language. My poor attempts at being funny. Mentions of panic attacks. Mentions of trauma. Reader being chaotic. Bucky being an absolute cinnamon roll.

Word Count: 22.8K

A/N: This was my first ever attempt at writing as well as my first over series and I'm honestly so proud of it, even if it's a little cringe because it's the idea that made me start writing in the first place and I'm glad I did. Lotta love for this fic. 🩷

A New Roommate

A Dramatic Confrontation

A Panic Attack

A New Friendship

A Bonding Experience

A Nerve Wreaking Trial

A Year Later

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[bluueejayart]

these have been sitting in my drafts for a whiiiiiile so i thought i'd share with yall

you can't see it but both wanda and pietro have three moles each- wanda's are above her eyebrow, under her eye, and on her chin below her bottom lip while pietro's are one under his eye, one mid chin / under his other eye, and the third in the same spot as wanda's chin . lip mole lol

[deyageka]

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No srsly I can’t believe they’ve actually done this:

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[thedarktowerdames]

Art Credit to Xoce Pivacik

[delphinetsthjm]

I just had a vision

[fandomssss]

"careful petit"

[nightsilver]

me and the bad bitch i scored by being weird and annoying

[just-a-local-lunatic]

can i just rant for a mintue

I was catching up on Scarlet Witch comics recently and with the whole introduction of Amaranth I can't just help but think how much better it would have been if Wanda had just gotten Luna as an apprentice. I just hate when they introduce a new character and expect everyone to care about them right away. People already care about Luna. She has history. And maybe I'm biased because I love her, but I still think it would have been better

different types of magic could be introduced, with Luna's powers being more moon magic based

you could explore Wanda and Pietro's relationship with Luna as a bridge between them

Luna can literally do almost everything Amaranth can

You could finally look into Luna as a character in her own right and look at her trauma and what holds her back or pushes her forward

also i would really have enjoyed it more if Wanda was actually teaching magic instead of just being like "wow Amaranth has such natural magic talent and is so powerful scary". It would be cool to see someone start to use magic from the bottom up with absolutely no experience

But Marvel hates her and wants everyone to forget she exists. But, you know they can still bring Luna in. Amaranth left at the end of Scarlet Witch (2025). From what I gather she's now going to be part of the New Champions. She can finish her story there. As for Wanda, she seems to be looking for an apprentice, but no one is working out. Personally, I would bring Luna in for this. But I never get my hopes up about this because I know no one at Marvel even remembers Luna :(

[hurtspideyparker]

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

Part 1 Part 2

-

Mission debrief:

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

Peter: *slowly raises hand*

Natasha: Don't worry you're still young

Peter: 😟

-

Steve: Has anyone seen my shield?

Clint: *points outside*

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

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

-

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

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

Clint: No but it might... grow

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

Clint:

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

-

2:34 am

Tony: *leaving Steve's bedroom*

Sam: *leaving Bucky's bedroom*

Tony:

Sam:

Tony: Let's never speak of this?

Sam: Yep.

-

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

Tony: Thank you thank you

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

Tony: Uh

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

-

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

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

Tony: Oh come on. All of you?

*nodding*

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

Dum-E: *lowers head and whirs sadly*

-

Bucky: Don't sit so close to me

Sam: Why, cause I'm black 🤨

Bucky: No because you smell like ass sweat

Sam:

Sam: Why, cause I'm bl-

-

During training:

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

Peter: Woah! I wanna know how to do that

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

Natasha: Seems like you already know how

-

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

Clint: I'll take that bet

*7 minutes later*

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

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

-

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

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

Bucky: What. How do you know about us.

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

Bucky:

Natasha:

Bucky: Damn you really are good at interrogation

-

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

*Box is missing the last piece*

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

-

Natasha: Kings

Bucky: Go fish. Sevens?

Natasha: Nada. Fives?

Bucky: Shit. Here

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

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

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

-

Steve: Do you want to play catch?

Wanda: What?

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

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

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

Wanda: Steve you're really scaring me

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

-

Peter: Yo Mr. Stark wanna see a backflip?

Peter: Oh Cap come see my front handsprings

Peter: Natasha watch this aerial cartwheel!

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

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

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

Tony: But that'll ruin his confidence

Bucky: God I hope so

[justa-personn]

just finished rereading house of m and all i have to say is that i know who ISN’T winning father of the year

[it-meant-nothing]

Wanda Maximoff // Erik Lehnsherr

Your son is right there, please—

[upsmymindwanderedagain02]

I need him back. Period.

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON as PIETRO MAXIMOFF | Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)