#quicksilver imagine

[flowersforbucky]

sucker for you

peter maximoff x reader

word count: 1.2k

i can't stop thinking about how peter would react to reader taking his lollipop from him and putting it in her mouth so here's a little drabble about that

a/n: i should be working on this bucky piece that i started like 3 weeks ago but i just needed to get this out of my system first

warnings/tags: language, use of alcohol (everyone is 21+!!), no use of y/n, peter's pov, and some ✨️tension✨️

Peter didn't know it was possible to get so flustered over a human being.

He's never exactly considered himself to be a ladies man, but around you? He's hopeless. A lost cause. Every time he's near you, it feels like his first very day ever interacting with another person.

From the way that your smile reaches your eyes whenever he makes you laugh with a stupid joke to the way that you always smell sweeter than the candy that he eats too much of, he's been a goner for you since the day he first met you.

And the worst part? You seem to know exactly how to make him blush.

As per usual on Friday nights, yours and Peter's group of friends is hanging out in the woods behind the mansion. You're all lounging around a bonfire that Scott works to keep going strong, talking amongst yourself in pairs.

"You know, I heard Warren telling Scott that he's planning on asking you to the winter gala," Jean snickers to you.

Peter isn't trying to eavesdrop, really. Jean just has zero volume control when she has any amount of alcohol in her system. He'd be able to hear every word she's saying even if you and her weren't sitting right next to him.

He twists the stem of the cherry flavored lollipop that he's sucking on, trying and failing to focus on whatever it is that Kurt's rambling on about. His body is angled away from yours, but he can feel the vibration of your low laughter from where your shoulder rests against his.

"What?" Jean demands when you offer no response other than some giggles and a shake of your head. "You've already turned two people down. You're kinda running low on options at this point.”

Peter had heard that you've been asked to the gala that Charles throws in the name of the X-Men every year. He couldn't lie, he was relieved when he'd found out that you had shot down the suitors - not that he'd ever have the balls to ask you himself. He had no desire to be added to the list of people that you've rejected to a glorified prom.

“So? I can go alone. Going alone is better than going with anyone who isn't the person that I actually want to go with,” you answer with a shrug of your shoulders.

Peter tenses at your words, his stomach doing a somersault.

“And who would that be?” Jean asks in a teasing voice, almost like she already knows the answer.

Before you can respond, Peter quickly shoots to his feet. Kurt comes to a sudden stop in the middle of a sentence, and both you and Jean turn to look up at him from where you still sit on the old, fallen tree that is being used as a bench.

“Where're you going?” You ask. Peter knows it's probably wishful thinking, but he can't help but think that there's a hint of disappointment in your voice.

“Back to the mansion. I've gotta take a whiz,” he retorts, hoping he sounds casual. Truthfully, he can't stand the thought of having to hear you say some dude's name in response to Jean's question.

“Since when are you above pissing in the woods?” Scott laughs as he piles some more branches onto the bonfire.

Peter shoots him an obscene gesture, about to bolt in the direction of the mansion when he feels your hand wrap around his from beneath him. You begin to get up, and he instinctively helps pull you into a standing position.

“I'll walk back with you,” you tell him as you drop his hand. “I'm going to grab a few more beers.” You smile at him in the orange glow of the fire and he forgets how to speak. He motions as if to say after you and you begin walking in the direction of the mansion.

He's fully aware that he could have the two of you back to the school in a split-second, but despite how nervous he gets around you, he'd never pass up the opportunity to spend a few moments alone with you. Living here, you're both almost always surrounded by other people. If it's not Jean, it's Storm. If it's not Storm, it's Raven or Hank. If it's it's not –

“I just had to get away from that,” you sigh when the two of you are out of earshot from the others. “I love her, but Jean can be kind of relentless,” you add with a small laugh.

“You can say that again,” he agrees, his voice mumbled from the lollipop stuffed between his teeth and his check. “Just the other day she was saying that I should ask someone.”

“Yeah?” You quip, a curious edge to your tone. “And are you going to?”

“Nah,” Peter shrugs, trying to play it cool. “Like you said, it's better to go alone than to go with someone who isn't the person you really like.”

“So what's stopping you from asking her? Is she already going with someone else?”

“No,” he answers, coming to a stop in the middle of the moonlit path the two of you are walking on. “She's not. But she's already turned down basically everyone in the school, so I don't think I stand much of a chance.”

Sometimes Peter starts a sentence without knowing where it’s going, but right now even he's shocked by his words. He's not quite sure where the bravery came from, but he can't exactly take it back now. You're not stupid - he knows you can read between the lines to deduce who he's talking about.

You come to a halt, turning back to look at him. He offers a small, nervous smirk and resists the urge to dash away before you can reply to his confession.

“Three people isn't basically everyone in the school,” you chuckle with one of those grins that could bring Peter to his knees. You take a few slow steps towards him, stopping when your chest is just inches from his. Your gaze flickers from his eyes and down to his mouth before you reach a hand up to his face and pinch the stem of his lollipop between your thumb and index finger, plucking it from his mouth.

His eyes widen in surprise, all but bulging out of his head when you pop what's left of the red lollipop into your own mouth. You swirl it around in your mouth, your plump lips wrapped around the stick.

“But for what it's worth, the whole school could ask me and there's only one person who would get a yes out of me.”

You pull the lollipop from between your lips and hold it back up to Peter's mouth, resting it against his bottom lip until he parts them - to speak or to accept the sucker, he's not sure. But he doesn't do anything to stop you when you guide it back inside his mouth, the flavor of the cherry candy and your saliva infiltrating his senses when it meets his tongue.

“Just in case you were wondering,” you shrug, and turn to continue your walk back to the mansion as if you didn't just make his heart combust in his chest.

He speeds after you, deciding that maybe Jean has a point - maybe he should ask someone after all.

•••••

thanks for reading! this was my first time writing for peter, i'd very much appreciate comments/reblogs 💕

[delusional-fantasising]

Warning: NSFW, slightly clingy Peter Maximoff, Peter is a desperate and a virgin

Peter was lying in bed staring at the ceiling, his eyes drifting along the details as his hand went over the cold side of the bed where you should be yet you were upstairs. He shouldn't be so clingy but he wants you down here with him, he wanted to pepper kisses amongst your skin.

He feels a bit... frisky today but like hell he would tell you. He was too scared of saying, 'Yo I kinda have a situation. You down to clown?'

Plus his sisters and mother were home, he would die if they came down to the basement and get an eyeful of him fucking you into the mattress.

Peter let out a frustrated whine, snatching a pillow to bury his face in it. He wants to get laid so badly, his batman sweatpants getting a tad but tighter as a tent forms. He didn't want to think about it but hell he thinks you are a banging hot babe. Somehow snatching you up was a feat in his books, he was a horny 20 year old virgin that is too scared to ask if he can fuck his partner of 4 years.

He thought about it, you on top. His hands squeezing your thighs, squelchy sounds as you ride him. He thrusted up a bit getting zero friction as he just subtly humped air. He wanted to just bury himself in you, deep enough to press against all those sweet spots. He could only imagine the sounds that would leave your mouth, he was practically about to make himself cum just thinking about what you would feel like as you unravel all over him.

He has to ask this question before he practically goes insane.

[bohnerrific69]

Peter Maximoff with baby fever just feels like a deadly combo. Like, he gets the itching to make a mini mutant of his own, and suddenly - head empty, balls equally as empty, and his partner is all soft and squirmy beside him, oh noooo

warnings: SMUT / MDNI +18. older!peter mention. fem!reader. breeding kink. / sorry for the smut not having so much details, this wasn't supposed to be this long!! only a lil blurb. english is not my first language. — ( peter's mlist. )

a/n: anon, we think the same! 😈 i always have a squeal and s/cream (pun intended) when i think about peter + breeding kink, he's SO family oriented, he's the kind of guy to always enters his thirties craving for a family, this is a thing i just can't see him being at this age not wanting that!! my bad!! always foaming at the mouth with the barely thought of getting his partner preg. (this is officially the first smut thingy i publish, pls be nice😭)

it's a thing that started small, prowling his mind since his late twenties, when he already put you with the 'girlfriend' title for a long while. both of you were watching a romance movie that you suggested, with the classical happy ending of the main couple getting together and starting a family, the female protagonist showing in the last scenes with a big round belly of pregnancy and a happy smile on her face looking at her husband and their kids.

and as usual, both of you were talking the entire movie, doing jokes or casually yapping about a topic that didn't involve the movie at all, but still paying attention. peter didn't know where it was coming from the sudden familiar hot wave burning his body from the down to the top, principally the region between his legs, feeling his cock straighten in his shorts.

it was typical of him getting turned on in inconvenient moments, even despite the most control he achieved since teenage years with his powers on his body. not letting quick horny random thoughts make him turn on all the sudden. but this time, it wasn't his thoughts, they were yours.

being too focused in the ending scenes of the movie made you start babbling about how it would be if you were pregnant like that in the scenario of the movie, some loud thoughts you didn't said as a hint at all!

it was silly, you were so focused looking at the tv that you didn't even notice peter uncomfortably adjusting his shorts. you both matched each other's freaks, a movie session casually turning into a sex session very quickly was the standard for you both, but this time you were very naive to his hungry gaze and hitched breath.

imagining you all swollen carrying his baby did a number on his mind. he thought he was insane for that. no, you never would let him be yours baby daddy's would you? despite loving your relationship, peter still had some insecure feelings about himself not being enough for you to marry. imagine creating a family right now? too much and early, probably.

but this didn't stop him from getting feral about the possible scenario, ending up with your face in the cushions and ass up on the couch in seconds. peter was fucking you more rough and intense than you could expect to his normal mood seconds before, it was raw, just how you both enjoyed it.

he was thrusting harshly like he was shoving down those absurd thoughts into you as the same in the back of his mind. he still tried to deny the absurd desire of knocking you up, but the more he tried, the faster and harder he got. making you both hit your peak it didn't take that long, finishing with you full of his seed in your womb and practically all numb and trembling on the couch.

time would pass and this craving of knocking you up only grew up, as your relationship too, his lucky thirties years old still having you by his side, you taking the 'wife' title now. peter couldn't handle the desire anymore, he wasn't in doubt of himself anymore, or in denial about wanting to have a family with you, he was sure and wouldn't disappoint.

both already agreed about that, he would come everytime after a mission with a big hungry of you, always arriving home and fucking you . grunting and moaning loud about "putting a baby in you." craving to the time he would arrive home and see you with a swollen belly by carrying his child.

and the day this happens? you being mother of his children? it would be the sexiest thing you could do to him. he still would crave for you as the same when he met you. his powers gave him the blessing of having a big stamina, being able to fuck rounds after rounds as much you could take it when the kids weren't home. he's a passionate man.

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[yourtypicalwriter]

The Dream Team || (Pietro Maximoff x reader)

GIF Originally posted by @steve-rogers

Words: 2441

Warnings: Some swearing, minor injury.

Summary: You and Pietro went on a mission and had a rough day. Y/n is an agent like Natasha.

Author's Note: I loved writing this one!! Most of the story is a hilarious, action-packed flashback of what happened during the mission. This is my first post and I’ve been working on it since August, so I hope you enjoy it.

-- Christina

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The file landed on Steve’s desk with a smack.

He looked up and found you and Pietro standing in front of him. “Well, if it isn’t The Dream Team.” He smirked.

The rest of the team coined you and Pietro as ‘The Dream Team’ because of how well you worked together. Yes, you had the occasional quarrel, but ultimately balanced each other out and kept the other in check.

Pietro stood with his arms crossed. “Is that what you wanted?” He asked, flatly.

Steve flipped through the documents. “Yup.” He barely glanced up to thank you. “Great work.”

‘Great work.’ After everything you went through today, he could at least look you in the eyes.

What was supposed to be a simple mission to retrieve intel from a covert HYDRA office in Delaware went completely sideways. It was supposed to be a low-key job: get in, grab the files, and get out, but it turned into a full-fledged, cross-city chase and an overall hell of a mess.

➳

You and Pietro stood about a mile out from where the HYDRA laboratories were located. 

Leaning against a tree, you watched as Pietro was kicking dirt, waiting impatiently.

You were waiting to meet up with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who went undercover as HYDRA personnel a couple of months ago. They were going to get you past security and into a HYDRA scientist’s office so you could retrieve documents.

You jumped when you heard rustling from the trees, making Pietro spin around, too.

“What was that?” Concern washed over your face as branches continued to snap.

Pietro stepped in front of you, fist at the ready.

Emerging from the foliage was a woman in a business suit holding a briefcase.

You both exhaled and looked around.

“Hello, sorry for the scare.” The blonde-haired woman said. “It's a perfect day for a walk."

The both of you stood confused for a moment until you remembered the rest of the code sentence. "Oh right! I hope you brought an umbrella, just in case it rains."

She nodded. "So, you’re the ones I’m supposed to meet with? Agent Y/L/N, Maximoff, correct? 

You both nodded.

“I’m Agent 13.” She said, flashing her badge.

She placed her briefcase on a tree stump and opened it to reveal a computer. She began typing away. “Turgeon is on an hour lunch break, which leaves his office unattended and gives you two plenty of time to grab the file." 

You could hear the clicking of keys on the keyboard. 

“I was able to make a copy of Turgeon’s ID card too, so opening doors won’t be a problem.” Agent 13 continued. “Once you’re past security at the front doors, take the stairs; there’s less of a chance you’ll be recognized. Then, you’ll go to the 9th floor, swing a left, and the office will be the third door to your right. Do not draw attention to yourselves. We can’t risk anyone recognizing you.”

“Got it.” You and Pietro replied.

“Okay, I temporarily shut down their security system, but not for long.” She looked up at both of you. “You’re up. Get in and get out.”

“Ready?” Pietro turned to look at you.

“Ready.” You confirmed.

He scooped you up, and in a second you were a few meters away from the building, hidden behind a white van parked out front.

Pietro smoothed out his shirt, and you fixed your false glasses in the van’s mirror.

You began to worry. “This is stupid. How is no one going to recognize us? We’re literally so recognizable right now. It’s like how no one knows who Superman is, but it’s so obvious.”

Pietro walked towards you and put a hand to your shoulder. “Look at me.”

You were reluctant to, but you did it anyway.

“Take a breath, okay? Don’t worry.” He said calmly. “Just don’t draw attention to yourself, and we’ll be out of there before you know it, m’kay?”

You took a breath. “Okay. Let's do this.” You peeked out from behind the van, and once the coast was clear, you both made your way towards the front doors.

The security cards worked; now you were in the building and headed towards the stairs.

You stopped as a man with a mop and bucket was blocking the doorway to the stairs.

“Sorry. Can't use the stairs. Clean up.” He said flatly.

“Really?” You questioned.

“Seriously?” Pietro rolled his eyes.

The man shrugged and continued mopping the floor.

“Elevator, I guess.” You suggested.

You headed over to the elevator and repeatedly pressed the button.

The elevator doors opened to reveal about 10 people crammed like sardines. They tried to make an effort to shift around to accommodate Pietro and yourself.

You both tried to keep a low profile on the elevator ride. You didn't worry much; everyone was pretty preoccupied with the documents and folders in their hands that they didn't really look up at the two of you.

Once you arrived on the 9th floor, you and Pietro stepped out and made your way down the hall. 

You could see agents here and there, popping in and out of offices.

You arrived at Turgeon’s office and walked in. Pietro shut the door and you closed the blinds. 

You were looking for information on ‘Project Red Sky.’ Some files were more recent and on a hidden network, so you shoved a USB drive into the computer and began uploading everything. And some files dated back to the 60s, so Pietro went through the filing cabinets in search of information.

“Found something!” Pietro called out and placed the file on the desk.

You looked through it. “Great! Uh… just fold that up and put it in your pocket or something.”

“You’re sure that’s safe?” He questioned.

“It’s four sheets of paper; I think we’ll be fine.” You reassured him.

Once everything had been uploaded, you removed the USB and opened the office door.

With Pietro in front, you walked back down the hall towards the stairs.

Just then, someone bumped into you by accident.

The man who was previously looking down looked up at you, now puzzled.

“Sorry.” You said, head down as you continued down the hall, now a little faster, trying not to be recognized.

You could hear indistinct whispering behind you and felt people’s gaze upon you. You tugged on the back of Pietro’s shirt to give him a signal that you two had probably been compromised.

Pietro fell behind slightly to make sure that you were safely in view.

How nice, you thought sarcastically.

You peered over your shoulder. Not paying attention, you stumbled over a file cart that was being wheeled across the hall. Pietro used his powers to quickly stop you from hitting the ground.

Your arm was wrapped around his neck. “Woah. Thanks.” You said, looking into his blue eyes. Then you snapped out of your daze and realized what he had just done: shown his abilities in a place where that meant trouble. 

If the agents hadn’t already noticed you then, they sure did now.

“Hey!” A HYDRA agent called out.

You snapped your heads up.

“It’s one of the Enhanced. And her? She's with the Avengers!” The agent said, pointing straight at the both of you, who stood there like two deer in headlights.

The Dream Team had been caught. And that’s when shit hit the fan.

You and Pietro looked at each other and spoke in unison. “Aw, damn.”

One of the agents shot a device that latched onto Pietro, just as he made a move to grab you and run. The device sent a little shock wave through his body that immobilized his abilities. 

“Gah!” Pietro clutched his side.

It seemed to be a power inhibition device.

Alarms began to sound as HYDRA agents poked their heads out from their offices. 

He urged you to keep running. 

You grabbed Pietro’s arm and pulled him along, down the hall and towards the stairs. You threw the door open and started jumping down the steps as quickly as possible.

HYDRA agents were popping out of doors in the stairwell and joining the chase.

You reached the bottom of the steps and threw the door open aggressively.

“Hey!” Shouted the janitor.

“Sorry!” You yelled back.

“Why must you apologize for everything?” Pietro asked hurriedly.

With Pietro, plus about a dozen HYDRA agents, on your tail, you made it through the lobby and outside. You both stopped and looked around for an escape plan.

“What do we do?” You asked.

“We can’t keep running; they’ll catch up to us. Y/n!” He said hastily as agents approached.

You looked from left to right and spotted the van from earlier, with its back doors open.

“Shut up and follow me!” You said. 

Grabbing his arm, you pulled him into the back of the van and shut the doors behind you.

Pietro sat in the driver's seat. “I—uh.” He hesitated, unfamiliar with what he was supposed to do.

“You don’t know how to drive?!” You shouted as you could see HYDRA agents exiting the building from the side mirror. 

“Well, I didn’t really need to know how, now did I?” He questioned, making a running motion.

“Get up!” You shouted as you threw him into the passenger’s seat.

You plopped yourself down in the driver's seat and turned the keys that were still in the ignition.

You stepped on the gas pedal and drove into the city, HYDRA agents on your tail in their black SUVs.

“Get Tony on the phone.”

“Wh—”

“Don’t question me; just do it!”

Pietro took your phone out of your pocket, dialed Tony’s number, and put him on speaker.

“Hello?” Tony's voice rang through the phone.

“Tony! We need your help.”

“Y/n? Who’s ‘we’?” He asked.

“Me and Pietro.”

“Let me stop you right there. Speedy’s been on a pranking rampage, hiding my tools, screwing with my tech, and now expects—"

“Listen, I’m sorry, but I don’t give a crap right now.” You said, rushed. ”You can give Pietro shit when we get back.”

A soft “Hey” came from Pietro.

“Long story short," you continued, "we’re on a mission, and we’re on the move in the city. Is there any way you can autopilot the Quinjet to our location?”

“There’s always a way.” Tony reassured.

“There’s no way we can escape them!” Pietro looked back at the black SUVs following you.

“Hold on!” You ordered.

“Whoa!” Pietro shouted as you took a sharp right turn.

And another sharp right just in case.

“Jesus!” He yelped, the phone slipping out of his hands.

“Sorry! You can never be too sure.” You advised as Pietro picked the phone up from the floor.

The black SUVs were no longer behind you, so you guessed they drove right through the intersection.

“Tony, I need an ETA on the jet.” You said urgently.

“Okay,” Tony said, “There’s a parking lot about a quarter of a mile west from your location. I can land the jet there.”

“Perfect. I’ll let you know when we board the jet. Bye!” You said as Pietro pressed the end call button.

You spotted an alleyway and turned into it. The both of you rocked as the van hopped the curb and skidded to a halt.

“Get out.” You said quickly, unbuckling your seatbelt. “What?” Pietro questioned as he unbuckled his.

“HYDRA’s looking for a van, so we’ll be better disguised if we ditch it.” You jumped out of the van and slammed the door, prompting Pietro to do the same.

“Let’s go!” You started on foot.

You and Pietro were running down the sidewalk, people jumping out of your way.

You looked back and saw the black SUVs from before, rounding a corner.

“Seriously!?” You said, breathlessly.

HYDRA caught up to you… again.

Pietro started. “But you said—”

“I know, I know.” You cut him off.

“Can’t catch a break.” He said, as you both began running faster.

Luckily, you were getting closer to the Quinjet.

You approached the parking lot and ran as fast as you could through the loading hatch door.

Once inside, you ran upfront to press the video screen, “Tony, hurry! Start the engines and get us out of here!”

Then you pressed the ‘close door’ button as the SUVs got closer.

“Hurry.” Pietro waited impatiently, as he watched the agents exit the vehicles.

“C’mon, c’mon.” You whispered as the door closed slowly.

"Got it!" Tony said through the video screen on the dash.

The engines started up, and the plane slowly lifted into the air.

You sighed. “Thanks, Tony.”

“No problem,” his voice echoed through the small screen, “But you’re in for it when you get home, you little bastard.” He pointed to Pietro, and the screen turned off.

Pietro rolled his eyes and plopped himself down in one of the seats, just as you did.

Finally, you both had a chance to exhale.

➳

“Seriously, all of that only for you to say, ‘Great work’?” You questioned Steve.

“What?” Steve chuckled. “Were you expecting a hug?”

“Yeah! Maybe…” You shouted, which made him look at you, confused. “Ya’ know what? A hug would've been nice after the day we just had.”

Steve looked at you with a face that had ‘sorry’ written all over it. “Y/n, you know I was just—”

“Ah ah—” You interrupted him. “Good day, Steven.” You slapped your hand on the desk and marched out of the office as Pietro loosely followed.

You walked down the hallway, thinking about how you definitely reacted too harshly. You knew Steve was joking and didn't deserve that outburst. 

After all, he was only doing his job and giving orders. You knew he was busy, and now you felt bad for shouting at him. 

It had been a long day. You just wanted to climb into bed and rest your aching body.

You felt someone poke you. As you spun around to face Pietro, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

“Oof—” As much as you wanted to resist, you melted into his arms. How could you possibly fight this after the day you just had?

“There’s your hug.” He said with a smile.

“Thanks, Pietro.” You smiled.

“No problem. Also, I'm pretty sure Steve feels very terrible now.”

“Shush,” you tightened your grip around Pietro, “I'll give him his apology hug tomorrow.”

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Completed December 2024 ©2024 yourtypicalwriter

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being a speedster and dating Peter Maximoff

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings: blood/injury

a/n:

prompt:

the world moved in slow motion…

oh, literally

you and peter were usually moving around the same speed. it took a while, but you guys learned to line up with each other when you moved

some said it was annoying, others said it was romantic

you couldn’t find a better way to live life

you initially met in the 70s during a pretty intense plan to break into the pentagon and free magneto from incarceration

you were a ward of professor xavier and peter was the mischievous boy you’d fallen for at first sight

“hey! no” -logan, swatting you on the arm as you zoned out when you’d first met peter

logan, who knew one possible future and might have known whose fates intertwine for better or worse

but the warnings of the man leading you and essentially your family into what could be a massacre didn’t exactly find you well

you quickly sped up and peter followed suit

“whats a place like you doing in a mutant like this?” -peter, jokingly

“yeah, yeah, you heard them” -you, smirking at not only him but the opportunity to do something like this “have you ever…been able to do this?”

“do what? talk to another person while im going fast? no, never had the chance. this is really cool. we should do it again sometime” -peter, rambling

“maybe we can if you listen to the old guys. from what the guy with the weird haircut has told me about you, we’ve got an offer you cant refuse” -you

“oh yeah? how does he know anything about me?” -peter

“from the future or something, still trying to make sense of it—hey, man, can you spare a twinkie?” -you, pointing to the wall of boxes

“take a box…” -peter, falling for you already

you sped to a box and ate while peter ran circles around your crew, the fact you were still pining after him drove charles and hank insane

and all peter wanted to do was impress you

“y/n, everyone in the world and you’re interested in the kleptomaniac. can you maybe reevaluate?” -hank

“no, i don’t think i will” -you

for the boy that agreed to help for free, they sure did want to steer you away

you gave him your number before you went your separate ways, but duty called

“well, i know where to find you” -peter, holding up the business card for the xavier school he lifted off charles when you’d all met

it’s only about 500 miles between you two, takes maybe 10 minutes

it took maybe a week for you to catch his calls, but he knew you were busy

the day you finally called back, he was bouncing off the walls (literally)

“hello?” -ms. maximoff

“hey, ms. maximoff! it’s y/n, we met last week” -you

“PETER, ITS FOR YOU” -ms. maximoff (less than half a second later the phone had vanished from her hand

“y/n! i was expecting your call ever since i saw magneto on the news, how’s it going?” -peter, pacing around the house tangling the phone cord around every single thing he could find

“pretty good, i’m still alive! lunch sometime?” -you

charles was “listening” btw but both of you were talking in superspeed so all he could hear was “MEEMEEMARNEEHLININAM” or like some other really squeaky nonsense

“how about now?” -peter “i’m down to visit new york”

“works for me!” -you, hanging up and immediately rushing to get ready

you guys got each other like no other

never wore each other out

some people told you to “slow down” but they didn’t see the world from your point of view

speed was a good thing when two people experienced it together

“hey, wait. too fast, i cant understand you” -you when peter got excited and started talking fasted than you were going

sometimes you would slow down, when the moment called for it

and peter got a little restless

ok you both did

“this is so boring, lets shoplift” -peter

“peter!” -you

“pleaaaase?” -peter

“…where are you thinking?” -you

oh yeah charles did not like his influence lol

“y/n, i know you have something in common that very few could have, but him?” -charles

“uh, yes him, do you hate happiness?” -you

“no, i just mean that—really, y/n? it is not because i left moira!” -charles

“don’t read my mind!!” -you

“it was loud, like you wanted me to hear it” -charles

“don’t make excuses” -you

peter looooveessss gossip

especially when the school reopened and you decided to take on a class to teach and become somewhat of an RA

“ohhh, my god. one of the kids called hank ‘blue balls’ and the whole class started screaming laughing and i was trying sooo hard to be professional—how do you say ‘shut the fuck up’ to a fourteen year old in a professional way? i am stumped” -you

“‘shut the fuck up’” -peter

“you’re so right” -you

peter would visit the x mansion pretty often while you were working

brings you food and gifts and such

“did you steal this?” -you

“want to see my receipt?” -peter

“yes.” -you

*patting pockets* “i think it fell out” -peter

he gives lotta kisses

LOVES to dance but only fun fast dances where he can spin you

like if there was a dancing contest you would win

you like the slow dancing tho so you can be close to him

peter cleans your room for you while youre working

“one of the kids set fire to a desk today” -you, exhausted

“but at least you have a clean room!!” -peter

he will get very competitive about arcade games

he will NOT take pity on you

sore loser

big baby

oh, what about you? if you can’t take it then dont dish it out!!!!!!

“hahah, i beat your high score” -you

“NOOOO” -peter, who wont stop playing until he gets the high score again

you guys race

he WILL trip you to get a head start

peter luvs to share his music with you

he sings but just in front of u

when you fight, its over fast (bc you talk fast)

*more fast forward voices sounds*

jubilee once tried to record it and slow it down but it didn’t work

peters mom loved u but she was SOOOO exhausted by speedsters

“at least you clean up after yourself when you’re here” -ms. maximoff after you do the dishes for her

making peter’s sister dizzy by running around her

(she wants to be fast too)

peter fake proposes CONSTANTLYYY

you might kick him over while he’s on one knee if he ever does it for real

when the x mansion blew up, you and him were quick to evac the mansion

“are you okay?” -peter, checking you for injuries

“as okay as you are, what the hell??” -you

you were kidnapped together <3 nothing says romance like being trapped in a cage together

peter’s confession that erik was his father was a surprise to you

“WHAT?! you never told me that!!” -you

“it didn’t seem important” -peter

“oh, it didn’t seem important that your DAD is charles’s best friend who we literally BROKE OUT OF PRISON” -you

“not really” -peter

“you getting any of this?” -raven (you were speed fighting)

“not a thing” -hank

“this happen often?” -raven

“comes with the mutation. they’re lucky they found each other. nice to have someone that gets you like that” -hank, side eyeing raven

regardless of that BIG FUCKING SECRET being casually dropped, you guys took apocalypse head on

and man were you guys a unit on the battlefield

one speedster is a wildcard. two? it’s like they couldn’t keep their heads on straight

“wanna make this a game?” -peter

“what’d you have in mind?” -you

“who can punch the blue guy the most” -peter

“nice try, i’m not punching hank” -you

the jokes were fun and distracting, but you guys took quite a few hits

you were bleeding from your head and peter got really serious really fast

“does it hurt? do i need to get you back to the jet?” -peter

“yes, it hurts. no, i’m not giving up” -you

peter broke his fucking leg <3

“alright, you’re done” -you, lifting him up and taking him to safety

he felt like a pretty princess being lifted bridal style by you

“i love you” -peter

“well, duh. nice if you said it more” -you

“i will. thanks for saving me” -peter

“save it for when we get home” -you

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[pietropatrol]

The Love You Want (Part 2/2)

Read Part 1

Pietro Maximoff was a great teammate and a great "friends with benefits." That was, until you fell for him but he started to push you away. Now he was just a teammate with benefits. A charity gala put on by Tony causes tension between you and the speedster. Why is he so upset anyway?

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: sexual content, pining idiots, language, angst, past trauma, jealousy

Words: 3,359

The prestigious doctors Tony had wanted you to schmooze were an easy conversation for two reasons. 

One being you were a medical professional yourself. You were just a nurse practitioner in terms of your degree, but they were curious about how you used it in the field as an Avenger. Two, you were a walking medical miracle. 

The serum had made you not only able to let your body heal itself, but heal others. Though the latter was to a certain extent and you had learned that the hard way. 

The rule now was to stabilize with your powers if necessary, then treat medically until out of combat. Your powers could be depleted if you used them extensively on others, to the point your body is unable to heal yourself. 

Bucky slid up to your side with another drink after a few minutes. He inclined his head to you and you nodded in return. 

You would be okay… eventually. Would your heartache last for a few months? Yes. Pietro had been a fixation in your life for the last 2 years. You had never even entertained the thought of trying to be with someone else, officially or casually.

Why would you? You trusted no one outside of your team. At the rate it took to trust someone, it would be a decade before you’d be able to even try. You’d probably have to up your therapy sessions now too. 

When the band started up after their break, Bucky excused the pair of you and pulled you over to the dance floor. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly. 

You shrugged, trying to ignore the sting returning to your eyes. “I basically told him I loved him, and then I broke it off.” 

“Did he say anything?” 

“No, he didn’t seem to know what to say.” Your voice was tight. “And when he did, I kept spewing my feelings at him. Like if I didn’t get it all out it was going to eat me alive.” 

“And how do you feel now?” Bucky glanced over your shoulder, face neutral at whoever he made eye contact with. 

“Is it pathetic of me to feel empty? How could I become so dependent on him? After everything that’s happened to me?” 

Bucky’s gaze softened on you. “Y/N, you’re not pathetic. You love Pietro, and he isn’t your ex. It’s okay that you are attached to him.” 

You hummed in response, not knowing what else to say. 

“I am going to give you my observation, okay? Pietro loves you too.”

You started to disagree. 

Bucky shook his head. “He has been stalking you since the moment you came back out here. His eyes have not left you. I’ve been watching him circle this atrium, ignore his date, and try to approach you multiple times.” 

“I told you, he’s possessive.”

“Why would he be if he didn’t love you? Sure, some other men out there may be possessive without love, but I’ve seen how protective he is of you too. On missions, he’s not ever far from you. And, I bet if I start putting the moves on you again he’s going to stop being a scared-cat and finally come over here.” 

“I’m just that good in bed is all, he doesn’t want to lose that,” you joked, though the words sounded hollow to your ears. 

Bucky rolled his eyes and pulled you in closer as he dipped his heads towards you. 

You didn’t even have time to pull your head back as you were swept into the arms of Pietro and on the other side of the dance floor. 

Bucky gave you a look that was clearly an ‘I told you so’ and went back to the bar.

“I don’t share, Y/N. I’ve told you this,” Pietro growled and it made your knees weak. Why was him being a possessive asshole hot to you? 

“And I thought I told you it was best for us to end whatever this is?” You gave him a pointed look. 

“So you jump right on the next available teammate?” 

“Sure, that’s what that was,” you spat. “Bucky is my new fuck buddy.” 

Pietro paused from leading you around the dance floor and narrowed his eyes in on you, searching for something. 

You stuck your chin out at him and didn’t speak a word. He could be the one to determine if that was true or not. If that was what he thought of you, so be it. 

“I’m selfish,” he admitted quietly. “I’ve been selfish with you and I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” 

“Saying for everything would be an easy out, but you deserve more than that.” His hand delicately curled into your waist. Your instincts screamed to move closer to him, to create more contact.

“You can start with bringing my own personal nemesis to this event, and starving me beforehand. I can’t scarf down the hors d’oeuvres without worrying I am going to end up on the ‘don’t’ section of their ‘Do’s and Don’ts’ column,” you replied, throwing a glare at Sierra who was already glaring at you. 

“You may end up in that section anyway for stealing her date.” He grinned teasingly down at you and your heart raced. It felt friendly in a way it hadn’t been for a long time. 

“Her date actually stole me from mine, why do they always blame women for men’s actions?” You scowled.

“Are you really here with Barnes officially?” 

“I would ask you the same thing about Lineheart, but I saw you physically recoil from her.” You rose your eyebrows at him. 

He had the decency to appear a little bit guilty. “I’m sorry for bringing her to get a rise out of you. I now realize what a bad idea that was.” 

“Wow, an apology and confession.” 

“Are you really here with Barnes?” Pietro insisted on knowing. 

“Well considering you made it so I would not remember this event was coming up—”

“I’m only half-sorry for that. The second half that is, when I didn’t remind you. The initial distraction I am quite proud of.” He cocked his head at you, watching the heat spread up your neck and cheeks. 

You shook your head to clear your thoughts. “No, I’m not here with Bucky. He found me while I was avoiding you and offered to help make you jealous.”

The flash of relief was apparent in Pietro’s eyes. “Because it looked very convincing.”

“Well, that is part of our jobs some days. Acting convincing. You and I have done it many times before.” 

The pair of you had done a few undercover missions that required you to be a couple. It was usually the most fun you had doing a job. 

“Yeah, but I like to think it’s because we have something real going on too.” Pietro’s thumb started stroking your side, making it difficult to not melt into him.

“I’m sure it helped for you, as apparently you are terrible at acting. But it was all a show to make you jealous. Which is immature, I know. But fight fire with fire. It got the point across didn’t it?” 

“Were you jealous?” Pietro asked, spinning you around again. 

“Truthfully, no.” You frowned and he frowned back at you. “I was more hurt than anything, and then I knew you were trying to make me jealous so I was pissed off.”

“I’m an idiot.” 

“Why would you even want me to be jealous, Pietro? It’s not like I’ve been the one pushing you away,” you said sharply. 

Pietro sighed and pulled you off the dance floor. “Can we go talk somewhere more quiet? I’ve fucked up this all up, and I don’t want to cross our wires wrong anymore.” 

“Yeah, I know a place.” 

****

“How did you know about this?” Pietro glanced around the rooftop garden, empty and off limits for this event. 

“I attended a S.H.I.E.L.D. event here a lifetime ago.” You took a swig from the bottle of champagne you stole from the kitchen on the way. 

Last time you had been up here, your parents and ex were in attendance and everything was seemingly perfect. Your ex was still a secret hydra agent the whole time after all.

“I hope it was a happy time.” 

“If I forget all that happened after, sure,” you said with a small laugh and handed the bottle to Pietro, who graciously accepted. “Not that I would want too, completely,” you added quietly.

“Y/N,” he started, turning to face you. You still looked out over the city, unsure and scared of what was going to be said. “I wish I could take back this last year.” 

You sucked in a sharp breath as an ache started to spread across through your chest. 

“After I am almost died for the second time in my life, I got scared for many reasons. And I didn’t handle it well. Do you know why I got hurt?” 

You shook your head, not trusting your voice at that moment. 

“I hesitated between you and Wanda. It took me a day or two to figure that out. I was going for Wanda but then I saw a gun on you and I changed course.” 

“I would have been fine,” you assured him. “I was fine.” 

“Which scared me even more. I know you will be fine 99% of the time. But in that moment all I could think about was protecting you. That what if that time it was the 1% of the time you wouldn’t be fine?” 

“Unlikely, but I get that.” You turned to him and met his intense gaze. “There is a 75% chance you’ll be fine, but that 25% feels so much bigger.” 

Pietro nodded and continued, “In that moment, you became more of a priority than Wanda, and that scared me. It still scares me. She has been my priority since we were children, but you overroad that. It felt like I betrayed her.” 

“Is that why she’s been mad at me since then?” You frowned. It had been hard to lose the close relationship with Wanda while Pietro was also pushing you away. 

“No. She’s mad at your for not breaking it off with me after I started pushing you away. She thinks you deserved better.” 

“The both of you are terrible at communication,” you mused, and turned back to look over the city. 

“Which brings me to also why I’ve been ass.” Pietro took a deep breath. 

“An astronomical ass,” you agreed. 

“Astronomical, yes. What scares me the most is loving you and losing you.” Your gaze snapped back to him, dumbfounded. “I thought that if I just pushed you away enough, I would never have to risk feeling that. I tried to quit you cold turkey, but I’m selfish and can’t go a week without your touch. I’m so selfish that I don’t want—”

“Wait—” 

“To see you with any other man. I don’t want another man to even—” 

“Pietro, wait—” 

“touch or flirt with you. But I realize now, I was going to lose you even more if I pushed you away.  I love you and I hurt you, and I’m so—” 

You covered his mouth with your hand, stunning him into silence. “You love me?” 

His quirked an eyebrow at you and pulled your hand away from his mouth. “Yes, I love you. What little I had of you was the only thing keeping me sane. But it was also driving me insane. It was torture to leave you abruptly every time when all I wanted to do was burrow further into you and never leave.” 

A shudder ran up your spine and Pietro smirked. You were simultaneously relieved, joyful, and annoyed at the same time at that look. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” You smacked his shoulder. “When has pretending not to love someone ever worked? We’ve watched movies together where the hero hurts the love interest to protect them, and it doesn’t work.” 

“Well, those love interests weren’t also superheroes,” Pietro defended himself. 

“Do superheroes not also have feelings?” 

Pietro rolled his eyes. “Like you said, I’m an idiot.” 

“A fucking idiot,” you corrected. 

“You make me one, honestly,” he chuckled and reached out to caress your cheek.  “But it was more than a selfish decision too. Just so you know.” His thumbs brushed your cheek bones, leaving trails of tingling skin. “I got hurt and then you got hurt trying to help me. I thought pulling away would stop whatever we had going on and you would be safe if you were less inclined to save my ass.” 

“It was my decision to make!” you said, letting your annoyance penetrate every syllable. 

“Yes, but we didn’t know at the time that your powers can be drained. You may have been less likely to jump straight into a line of fire if I got hurt again.” 

“You’ve watched too many hero movies now that I think about it. So much so that you think like the hero. Doubting how stubborn the love interest is.” You narrowed your eyes at his amused expression. “Not realizing that as strongly as the hero feels for the love interest, the love interest feels just as much. That she would crawl through broken glass to save the hero.” 

“And I ask that you promise me not to, dragoste.” His hand slide onto the back of your neck and he pulled you flush to him. His heat welcome in the cool summer air. “It hurts me more to see you hurt because of me.” 

“Well, you’re going to have to learn to live without that promise.” You brushed your lips against his. “Would you make the same promise to me?” 

A rumble of disagreement vibrated in his chest and he held you tighter. “I can’t make that promise.” 

“Well, it appears we are at an impasse.” 

“Can we just agree not to get hurt as much as possible?” Pietro nuzzled into your neck, his hands skating down your spine. 

“I think I can try,” you snorted, tilting your head back to give him full access to you neck. 

“If you let me, I will love you with my whole being. I’ve been biting—” he nipped as the crook of your neck and you yelped. “—at the bit to do so for so long.” 

“I think the phrase is ‘champing at the bit’,” you breathlessly teased. “But I think I can be inclined to let you love me. Would you mind showing me?” 

Pietro pulled away momentarily, resulting in an annoyed grunt from you. 

“Were you going to let Barnes kiss you?” His eyes were dark and molten on yours. 

“If I said yes, you would get even more possessive and it’s kind of hot. But no, I was going to pull away when you intervened to keep me to yourself. Because I love you, Pietro.” 

“I can’t believe he was going to kiss you.” Pietro came back to your neck and his hands fiddled with the silk of your dress just above your ass. “And while you are painfully beautiful in your dress, I would much rather see you out of it.” 

****

Y/N Y/L/N CAUSING RIFT IN AVENGERS 

Tensions were high at last night’s Stark Industries gala. Y/N Y/L/N, a.k.a. Vitality, was seen to be getting extremely cozy with not only Bucky Barnes, a.k.a. Winter Soldier, but also Pietro Maximoff, a.k.a. Quicksilver. Our source says Y/L/N was all over Barnes at the beginning of the night until Maximoff almost came to blows with his teammate over her. How many more teammates has Y/L/N—

Your phone was ripped from your hands and tossed onto the nightstand. You looked up to see Pietro, only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and holding the morning’s provisions he had just gone in search of.

“Do not read that garbage,” he chided, “She’s going to be up your ass for a bit but she’ll get bored.” 

“She is not going to let this go anytime soon, Piet. You poked the proverbial bear by basically ghosting her.  And she saw us leave together!” 

“Everyone saw us leave together, because I wanted them to,” Pietro admitted and slid the plate over to you. It was an assortment of fruits and a couple of bagels. 

“Well you succeeded. I will avoid the internet for the foreseeable future. Your fangirls are going to have a field day with me,” you sighed and stifled a yawn. 

Pietro’s eyes tracked your movements and trailed to your bare backside. “I could get used to this.” 

“Used to what?” you played dumb, wanting to hear the answer. 

“You naked in our bed every morning.” 

You paused from grabbing a strawberry. “Our bed?” 

“You’re moving into my room,” he stated, sliding up over your back and ghosting his lips over your shoulder before he bit down at the base of your neck. 

You did you best not to gurgle in response. That spot always sent every nerve into a frenzy. 

“I will not spend another night or morning away from you, if I can help it,” he murmured and gripped your hip bones in his warm, skillful hands.

“Your moving this fast, huh Maximoff?” you tried to keep a level tone, but your voice still came out breathy as he pinned you further to mattress under his weight. 

“This,” he emphasized by pressing himself into your backside, letting you feel just what he meant, “has been going on for two years, dragoste. So not fast at all. Besides, some things don’t need to be fast. I can be quite good at taking things slow, as you know.” 

His teeth nibbled at you again. “I know all to well, you are torturously slow sometimes,” you panted. 

“You love the result though, no?” His lips began to trail down your back. 

You bit back a moan as he hiked your hips up, ass in the air. His fingers dancing dangerously over you clit. You tried to push again him, but he quickly held you in place.

“So eager, dragoste? It’s only been an hour.” 

You growled in frustration. “Wipe that smirk off your face, Pietro.” 

“You can’t even see my face,” he argued. 

“Oh, eat me.”

“Gladly,” he grinned, “after you answer my question.” 

“Of course,” you whined, aching from the teasing. 

“Good girl.”

His mouth was on you before you could even moan from being called a good girl. 

****

“Alright, who won?” Tony looked around to the team that had made it to the kitchen that morning. 

“Won what?” Nat asked.

“The bet.” 

“What bet?” 

“For how long it would take Pietro and Y/N to acknowledge their feelings and go public. I had 1 year since we placed the bet, we’re at 10 months since the bet.” Tony looked to Wanda, Steve, and Bruce. 

“You guys knew?” Nat gaped at them. 

“You didn’t?” Steve was shocked. “Nat, even I could see it.” 

“No, Steve knows only because he was unfortunate to walk in on them in the sparing room onetime. They did not notice,” Tony rolled eyes. 

“And you Bruce?” Nat asked, she couldn’t believe she’d not seen it.

“I was unfortunate to walk in on them in the med bay once after a missions, they did not notice.” Bruce grimaced. “I just needed a bandaid.” 

“All I needed to see was their constant fuck me eyes to know. It sometimes can come off as playful or antagonistic looks, but they may be one and the same for them.” Tony shrugged. 

“Well, I lost. I thought it would only take a month for them to work their shit out,” Wanda groaned. 

“I had six months, so that puts me four months off,” Steve sighed. 

“I had three months, I had more faith in them than I should have,” Bruce conceded.

“Well that makes me the winner. They are both stubborn idiots. What’s our next wager? When to expect a mini-avenger now that they are bound to be stupid-in-love idiots?” Tony teased. 

“Not funny, Stark,” Nat grunted.

***

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[takenbypeter]

Late Bloomer

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 1294

Based on prompt 12: "My mom thinks I'm dating you."

A/N: I’m back to those writing prompts that I never finished doing, oops 😬 also this is another first kiss fic with Peter M.

You were going to punch him. No, you were going to strangle him. You were going to wring his little neck until he took his last breath. 

Stomping through the halls of the X-Mansion your eyes were focused as you spotted his silver hair on the opposite side of the hallway. 

“YOU!” You shout pointing at the man whose face actually looked frightened.

He could’ve outran you, could’ve avoided you forever but he knew he deserved what was coming to him. 

Once Peter was reached, you grabbed him by the ear and yanked him away from the group that he was apart of. 

“Ow. Ow. Ow.” Was all you heard behind you as you tugged him into a secluded room and slammed the doors.

Once behind closed doors you immediately smacked his arm. Hard. “You bastard! You told everybody my secret, you jerk!”

You had no super strength but your hits still left a sting causing Peter to rub his arm where you hit it for a second time, “ow. I didn’t tell anyone anything.”

“Then explain to me why one of the kids just came up to me and said,” you put on your best little kid voice, “it’s okay, I haven’t had my first kiss either.” You slapped him again, “you idiot!”

“Ow! Okay okay, I didn’t tell anyone but Jean may have got in my mind and I just kept repeating it there. And then Scott found out and then it must’ve spread from there.”

“Ugh, I trusted you and you blabbed you blabbermouth, now what am I going to do? How am I gonna walk down these halls?”

“Relax, it’s not that serious.”

“Not that serious? I don’t go around telling all your stuff!”

He opened his mouth but had no comeback for that one. But then he opened it again,”plenty of people haven’t had their first kiss at your age.”

“Yeah? Point to ‘em.”

He did nothing and you nodded. “Exactly.”

“I’m sorry, okay. It was an accident, I wish I could take it back, I would if I could.”

“Yeah well you can’t and now everybody’s just going to look at me and think, ‘oh there’s that weirdo that’s in their 20’s and never been kissed before. Hmm, I wonder why? Must have a horrible personality. Or maybe they’re just crazy!”

You honestly would have kept going, this was something that had been on your brain in the past. But you didn’t because you were taken aback by quick lips that met yours. 

It was the tiniest bit of pressure as his mouth grazed yours only for a moment. It was innocent and chaste and it left you without words. Mainly because you were so stunned. 

“There. Now no one can say anything. Happy?” 

You stood there eyes wide and mouth ajar as you froze with no thoughts crossing your mind. 

“See there’s nothing to it.”

You didn’t respond. 

You couldn’t respond. So with no words spoken Peter watched confused as you turned around and left the room. 

You were upset. No, you were more than upset, you were pissed. 

You were in your room at the X-mansion, passionately pacing your room. Back and forth you went while you bit down on your teeth. 

You couldn’t believe he did that. For what? Just to give you your first kiss? That’s not what you wanted.

You’ve been pacing for about twenty minutes until a knock on your door made you come to a stop as your eyes were instantly grabbed by the sound. 

“Hey. It’s me, can I come in?”

Your shoulders tensed as you sucked in a breath. 

Releasing it, you walked over and swung the door open. Refusing to look at him, you went over to your bed and plopped down with your arms crossed. 

“Thanks,” he said, shutting the door behind him. 

You were quiet, holding back any words that wanted to come out as you sat there. 

“Are you okay?”

You said nothing. 

“Look, I think you’re blowing this all out of proportion. Now you can avoid the awkwardness of all that comes with a first kiss. All the; what do I do with my hands? When do I move? Am I doing this right?”

You finally looked at him, “you don’t get it Peter. I wanted to ask those questions.”

You sighed uncrossing your arms ready to have a conversation. “It wasn’t just the first kiss that I wanted. I wanted to have that whole experience. And I wanted to have those nervous butterflies in my stomach that make people want to puke. I wanted to have that uncomfortable feeling of not knowing what to do next. And I wanted my first kiss to be with someone who actually cared about me in that way. Someone who likes me just as much as I like them. I wanted that! A real kiss. And you ripped that away from me.”

He was quiet now, processing your words and what the whole situation meant to you. He sat down beside you, his eyes on the floor, “oh.”

You two sat beside each other in silence both appearing in thought. “Well what if I do like you?”

You turned to him, confusion clear as day on your face. “Huh?”

“I kinda didn’t kiss you just to give you your first kiss…I’ve been wanting to kiss you.”

“Huh?”

He turned to face you. “I’ve had feelings for a while now. My mom even thinks I’m dating you because we spend so much time together and I’m always mentioning you to her and I haven’t corrected her on it because…it felt nice to imagine. I guess I just saw my opportunity and took it. I should’ve made sure you were okay with it though.“

“You. Like me?” You repeated, mind going in and out listening to his words. He nodded and you realized this was the feeling. The weird bubbly nervous feeling that was supposed to creep into your stomach at the realization that he had feelings for you. 

You’ve had feelings for Peter in the past but pushed them down after months, due to believing he’d never feel the same way, but here he was telling you he felt the same way. 

“Well. Say something,” he said urging you and you e realized you’ve just been staring. 

“Right! Well I…don't know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know!” You threw your head in your hands at the complicated feelings you two had, “I liked you before but I figured you’d never like me so I closed that chapter.”

“Well reopen that chapter!”

“I know I do still have feelings for you but I think…I’m still upset about what you did. I don’t even know if I can trust you the same way again.  You blabbed!”

“That’s fair and I’m sorry.” He raised his hand up and put his other hand to his chest, “I solemnly swear that It will never happen again and I promise to rebuild your trust. Whatever it takes I’ll do it!.”

You smiled a bit at his over the top enthusiasm. 

His hands fell back to his side as he looked serious for a moment. “And I’m going to make it up to you.”

“How are you going to do that?”

You asked the question with a genuineness in your tone. But you soon regretted it as Peter scooted closer with a smirk on his face before leaning towards you. 

As he grew closer you could feel those butterflies increasing in quantity inside your chest. Then he stopped a few inches away from you, “guess you’re just going to have to wait and see.” He leaned back with a wink before zooming out of your room leaving nothing but a gust of wind behind. 

-

Part 2 Here: First Bloom

[wcnderlnds]

stupid for you | peter maximoff

SUMMARY: you and peter fall out and he makes it up to you in his own peter way WORD COUNT: 928 WARNINGS: some swearing. A/N: idk what this is but writing peter is my fave so he gets all my dumb ideas ❤️ p.s. if the format sucks it’s bc im mobile.

It wasn’t like Peter had meant to upset you. Sometimes his mouth didn’t have a filter and he said things before even thinking about it so when he called you ‘annoying and needy’, he really didn’t mean it. He wasn’t that guy. He wasn’t the type of person to ever want to upset you or anyone for that matter. So when he’d seen you walk away hurt and upset, that had sent him right into action. He just had to make it up to you — make you see how important you really were to him. It gnawed at him inside that he’d been the one to make you feel that way. Never before had he ever felt so bad. So guilty.

He’d spent the whole day trying to think of what he could do to apologise then suddenly the idea hit him. Maybe it was a little stupid, maybe you’d completely hate it but he thought it’d be cool. Different. It’d be something him.

Meanwhile, you’d spent the day moping around the X-Mansion. The training session you’d had earlier had helped distract your mind but as soon as it was over, your thoughts drifted back to Peter. The fight the two of you had had been so stupid. All you’d done is made some comment about Peter needing to slow down for a minute and listen to you and it had spiralled from there. It wasn’t often the two of you argued. In fact, you never really had. In the whole six months you’d been dating things had been going smoothly. Things had been so easy going, so fun — it wasn’t really a surprise that something was bound to happen to ruin that. When things were going good there was always something that had to come along and mess it all up.

With a sigh, you started to head upstairs to your room when suddenly a blur of silver and blue rushed past you. Before you could even blink Peter was stood right in front of you, his hands hidden behind his back. Your arms wrapped around yourself as you looked at him. “Hi.”

Your nerves were mirrored in his face as he spoke. “Hey. Uh…”

The silence fell between you. It was awkward — something that didnt happen often when it came to you and Peter. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something he began talking.

“Okay, just let me talk for a minute before I chicken out. I’m not good at this shit. I’m not the best at filtering the stuff that comes out of my mouth. That’s why I’m always getting myself in trouble. You know that but the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. You gotta believe me on that one. If I could, I’d punch myself in the face. I mean, I could but… I can’t break the goods, y’know?” He laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension.

“It’s my fau-“

“Gonna have to stop you there, babe,” he said as he pulled one of his hands from behind his back and held it up to signal you to stop. “Can’t have you taking the fall on this one. It’s all me. A Maximoff fuck up special. That little switch people have in their brain where they tell themselves to shut up before they say something dumb? Yeah, turns out mine is broken. Probably wasn’t born with one actually. I’m not letting you feel bad for this. It’s all on me, okay? I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “It’s okay. You really don’t have to apo-“

“I do, I really do, though. Felt bad the second I said what I said. You’re not annoying and I love when you’re clingy. I love you wanting to be around me as much as I want to be around you. You caught me on one of those rare days where I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe Scott even pissed in my cereal or something, who knows. Point is that I messed up.”

“Are you gonna stop cutting me off?” You asked, an amused look on your face as you listened to your boyfriends rambling.

“Oh shit, sorry. My bad. The floor is yours.”

“What I was trying to say was that you don’t need to apologise because I forgive you anyway. We’re gonna mess up sometimes and I know you didn’t mean it. It was just hearing it come from you that upset me, I guess. Anyone else I could take it but you? Your opinions and thoughts about me matter the most. Can we just forget about it and move on?”

“Sure, yeah… but first…” he finally pulled his hand from behind his back to produce a Lego bouquet of flowers. “These are for you and lemme tell you, it was hell trying to put this together.”

“…you got me Lego flowers?”

“Duh. This way they last forever and you won’t have to worry about watering them and you can always remember the time your boyfriend was a dumbass.”

You laughed, taking them from him. “How long did it take you to put it together?”

“Might have cheated and used the ol’ mutation but I kept messing up. Some of the pieces wouldn’t fit where I wanted them to and I almost got mad and thr-“

“There’s instructions, you know.”

“Are you gonna stop cutting me off?” He grinned, hands on his hips as he echoed your words from earlier.

”Smartass.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Careful (Quicksilver)

Description: Y/N breaks her leg and Peter is worried.

Word Count:503

Request: Will you write Quicksilver? Either version X-men or Avengers? If you are, I’m just going to put this here before I forget if not sorry 😅 I know he’s not on your list. Maybe the reader has superspeed too and broke her leg and is having a horrible time coping, or really any romantic ish thing you’d want to write would be fine 😋

Peter didn’t know what to expect when he got the call from his Dad that his wife broke her leg while speeding around. That unfortunately was all the answers he got as if Erik didn’t want to tell him the reason why. So when he walked into their bedroom he couldn’t believe the sight before him. He wasn’t sure he even believed his Dad until now, “What the hell happened?” He asked in disbelief as he walked into the room. She looked up from the book that she was reading at a normal pace and gave him a guilty smile. She put the book down and sighed, “As you can see I’ve broken my right leg.” She points out. Yeah he got that part, “But how?” The question was very simple but the answer was not. “I may have been angry at you and took it out on running around the world super fast and wasn’t paying attention.” He sighed and sat at the foot of the bed. She had a tendency to not say anything when she was mad but take it out other ways. She could tell that he was upset and felt really guilty. She threw the book that she was reading at him and he gasped, she laughed and he looked at her with a shocked face. “I’m sorry for worrying you and for breaking my leg.” Though he appreciated the apology, he wished that she would be more careful. “Y/N, You are carrying a baby for crying out loud, you have to be more careful.” Peter was never a serious person but ever since he found out that he was going to be a father he straightened up a lot and not everything was a joke to him. “Peter, I know that and that’s why I am sorry.” She whispers, tears brimming her eyes. He couldn’t tell if she was crying out of guilt or because she was pregnant. He sighed and got closer to her before pulling her into a hug, letting her cry. He rubbed her back, “It’s okay. You just have to be more careful with your powers.” He whispers and she nods. She wasn’t used to having big responsibilities either and though she was more mature than Peter these things were still hard. He pulled back from the hug and wiped the tears from her eyes, “Hey, I’m not mad at you.” He tells her, “I know how hard this is, for the both of us we just have to remember that we aren’t kids anymore.” She was surprised that Peter was saying that to her and she always pictured it would be the other way around. She gave him a smile and kissed him softly before pulling away, “Can I have my book back?” She asked him and he chuckled. “Sure. If you promise not to throw it at me.” He got up and grabbed the book before handing it back to her. “No promises.” She smirks as she takes the book.

[mementos-of-me]

Evermore

Chapter 39. Spiderhead

Previous chapter

Masterlist

Things are coming into focus <3

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: Business as usual

I did my best to avoid trampling the blooming flowers as I hiked further into the Balkan Mountains. I’d arrived in Serbia a day and a half ago and set to trekking right away, following the map I’d made from the intel Rick had given me as well as satellite images that I’d studied for discrepancies. It had taken him a month of barely anything for him to find something of note. I’d narrowed down the rough coordinates of where the old Hydra lab should be soon after. It was nice to have something tangible to focus on, something that didn’t revolve around my friends currently being imprisoned, considered fugitives, or at odds with me. I’d thrown myself into research, using all of my energy and brain power to find the elusive lab, leaving little room for my mind to drift to other endeavors. However, keeping my thoughts from straying toward all of the things I was avoiding was easier said than done.

I pulled the map from my bag, rolling it out to ensure I was still following the correct path. According to my map and coordinates the base should be here somewhere, though, I’d been walking for hours, and the trees were all beginning to look the same to me. After walking for another 5 minutes and passing the same half-collapsed tree that I was sure I’d seen already, I paused. An exasperated sigh fell from my lips as I gripped the map tighter, studying it closely as if the answer would suddenly appear to me. Eventually, I jammed the map back into my bag, grabbed onto the sturdiest-looking tree I could see, and began to climb, hoping the higher ground would allow me to see my surroundings better. There looked to be a clearing up ahead but there was no sign of any kind of building. I decided it was probably my best bet since it was the only clearing, I’d spotted that was big enough to house the Hydra base. In my frustrated haste to get back down the tree I wasn’t paying enough attention to where I was putting my foot and by the time I heard the crackle and snap it was too late, I reached around frantically for anything I could grab onto, but the leaves slipped through my fingers, and I continued to plummet. When I could see the grassy ground beneath me, I closed my eyes tightly, but the impact never came. Instead, my body was yanked backward as my backpack caught on a branch, suspending me in the air. I let out a shaky breath before slipping one arm from the shoulder strap and reaching up to grab ahold of the branch above me. When both my arms were out, I swung my legs up to secure my body to the branch. I shimmied the bag from the tree sliding it back on when it was free and letting my legs lower until my body was straight, and I could drop to the ground beneath me.

In my mission to find a way back up to the trail I’d been on I noticed a different one that led down between the trees, not visible from where I had been originally. The new trail was largely overgrown and desecrated from what I assumed were years of not being used. I wasn’t sure whether it was intuition or desperation that pushed me to follow the track through the trees, but I was glad I did. Along the way, the trees began to dissipate and open up into more rolling hills, which at first made me think I was headed into a dead end, however, from the corner of my eye I spotted something that was out of place in the dense Balkans, concrete walls. They too were covered with overgrown shrubbery and leaves but as I closed in, I could see between the two sordid walls a large metal door. I paused when I stood before it, hand hovering in midair between my body and the strange subterranean structure. My heart was thumping so hard against my chest I could feel it reverberating through my body. Perhaps part of me suspected that I’d never actually find it, which is why now that it was at my fingertips I was paralyzed in place. I closed my eyes tightly, steeling myself and taking a single steadying breath before pushing the door open. The metal groaned as I moved it, the door had clearly not been opened in a very long time as it was taking all of my strength to jam it open enough to slip over the threshold.

The room I entered was dark and sordid, dark spots of water damage covered the ceilings and rotted away the inside of the building. The shrubbery had invaded, sprouts of weeds and various greenery grew along the walls and between the cracks that lined the concrete floor. It was quiet inside save for the quiet woosh of wind outside and the steady drip of water from broken pipes. As I wandered further, I found it to be completely abandoned, each room was empty and indistinguishable from each other after years without maintenance. In the center of the largest room, I found what appeared to be a rusty furnace, I opened the door to find a pile of ash and debris topped by a few stray pieces of paper. They were all mostly destroyed and completely illegible now.  Looking around the room once more I quickly realized there had obviously been some kind of fire here many years ago, judging by the half-broken-down walls and thoroughly damaged structure. The more I scanned my surroundings the more hopeless I grew, throughout the building there was nothing more than vague remnants of documents, those with the most writing left were predominantly redacted sentences or ruined by exposure to the elements.

I moved back to my full height after finding yet another useless, damaged corner of a document. When I took in my surroundings then I felt an indescribable sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach accompanied by a tightness in my chest. I had always maintained that I did not want to know about my past, that none of it mattered to me anymore, I knew it was mostly just my hardheaded way of staving off any disappointment. However, now standing in this place where so much had been stolen from me, after weeks of work to even locate it, I felt a kind of bitter defeat that I’d never fully understood before. In this crumbling building I was robbed of every part of me and all of the evidence of it, any remaining clue to what had happened to me had been eviscerated. Not only that but being here had yet to spark so much as a hint of a memory.

It was all for nothing.

My pity party was cut short when I heard the crunch of a branch behind me. I whirled around swiftly, immediately prepared for a fight. The man who stood before me was perhaps the last person I would’ve ever imagined seeing, I took pause as I studied him. He appeared nonchalant, unconcerned by how evidently on edge I was. A satchel was strapped across his body, his hand laid over the opening.

“Find what you were looking for, Nadia?”

It occurred to me then that I didn’t even know his name. I’d only ever known him as the Doctor hired by Ross to Psychoanalyze the Winter Soldier.

“What are you following me now? You have a lot of nerve showing your face, I’ll give you that.” I spoke, pausing momentarily to survey the area, searching for potential traps he may have set. “I am not like Barnes; you cannot control me with your special words,” I muttered.

A small smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slowly at me. “Yes, I know that.” His calmness was making me uneasy. “But I did not need to control you for what I had planned. No, I didn’t even really need to try to make you suffer at all, you did that all on your own, of course, the lies and betrayal from your loved ones certainly helped. It wasn’t exactly a tall order. Although, it did take a lot of searching to find even a shred of information on you, Subject 114.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, eyebrows drawn together, tension shooting through my muscles. His words had me instantly thinking back to that day months ago now, when I’d stood in the compound opening a package that unraveled just how Pietro had deceived me from the moment we met. The note scribbled atop the box flashed through my mind. If only you knew. “Who the hell are you?”

“My name is Helmut Zemo; I was born in 1978, and I am a baron. Well, was, I suppose…” He laughed dryly, not an ounce of humor embedded in the sound and his eyes were almost stoic. However, behind them, I could see something else, an exhaustion I recognized. “My family were royalty, that is, until your friends tore our country to shreds.” The tension in my shoulders did not lessen, though they dipped ever so slightly at his words, my entire body seemed to sag slightly with the weight of them. He did not need to continue; his name, the way he spoke, that look in his eyes; I knew. “My home was destroyed, my family-” The way his words cut off spoke to an immense pain that he tried quickly to cover, seeming almost frustrated at himself for letting it slip.

For a while, neither of us spoke. I suspected he was awaiting my rebuttal, my anger, though I wasn’t sure I had it in me right now. “You did all of this.” I put together aloud. “You sent me that package, framed Barnes, activated the Winter Soldier… as revenge.”

“Finally, you’ve come to the party.” He spoke, it seemed as though his intention was to taunt though his tone had lost a lot of its bite. I only nodded, my shoulders dropping fully, the tension fading from me entirely. It was Zemo’s turn to narrow his eyes. “Aren’t you going to try to punish me, take your anger out on the man behind the curtain. I helped destroy the Avengers, many of your friends are being held prisoner and you don’t want to hold me accountable.”

I swallowed heavily, looking down at the tattered pages that were still clutched in my hand. “No.” I murmured. “You only told me the truth. The whole framing the Winter Soldier thing was a real pain in my ass but… I am sorry for what happened to your home and to you family, for your loss… so, I suppose, I understand why you did it.” There was a lump in my throat that made it almost impossible to speak and that stinging in my eyes was back yet again. “If it’s some consolation, I lost something too, though, I don’t really remember what it was so I guess I can’t fully understand your grief.”

He hummed. “Yes, I know all about you Nadia Morozova. Raised in the Red Room, all of your memories taken from you. Always so close to remembering but never quite there. It must be maddening, truly.” I wondered if his words were meant to wound me, maybe they had. I wasn’t sure that feeling was not chief amongst the pains of the day. It was when he spoke again that I found myself bewildered all over again. “So, I figure you’ve suffered enough.”

“So, what, we’re even?”

He shook his head. “No.” From within his satchel, he produced a bundle of various items tied together and swung it toward me causing it to land by my feet. “Now we’re even.”

I bristled slightly, narrowing my eyes at him, not making any moves toward his offering. “I don’t think I want any more of your gifts.”

“Believe me, you’ll want this one.”

After a few more moments of our silent standoff, I crouched down to take a closer look at the bundle, keeping my guard up toward Zemo. Atop two extremely thick A4 manilla folders there was a small red book with a star in the middle. Hydra, I suspected. I untied the string that bound the pile, flipping the notebook open to find handwritten notes. The pages were dated in the top corner, the first one read the 24th of July 1994.

‘Subject 114 is coherent and has shown no physical signs of rejection to the treatments she has undergone. Her perception and recollection have remained sound and intact, indicating that treatments need to be amended.’

I closed the book quickly. They were the logs kept by Hydra while they’d been conditioning me. Who knows what was in here, this could be the key to unlocking more of my past. I looked up at Zemo.

“Why would you give this to me?”

He didn’t answer right away, as if gathering his thoughts. “There was a girl… in Sokovia, there was a little girl named Mira.”

I recalled her the moment he spoke her name. Her big blue eyes filled with fear when she couldn’t find her mama. “Yes, I remember her.”

“Mira is my niece. Her father, my brother was killed in the wreckage, she is my only living blood relative now. You saved her life. That counts for something to me.”  He turned to leave then, and I moved to stand upright once more, bringing the folders and notebook with me.

“I am sorry for what you lost.”

He stopped in his tracks, tilting his head back in my direction just slightly. “You’ve already said that.”

“I meant it, but Mira is not the only life that was saved that day. I know maybe that doesn’t count to you because they were not your family. But we did save a lot of people, it is devastating that it ended the way it did and that so many people lost their lives and their loved ones but the people that were saved have to count for something.”  He didn’t respond or turn but he also didn’t leave. “Wanting revenge is justified but what you did got an innocent man killed, his son held him and had to watch as he died. So, where do you draw the line between what’s a necessary evil and just plain cruelty? Does what happened in Vienna really make you feel better? Does it lessen the pain of your loss to make another person feel it instead?”

He glanced, very briefly, over his shoulder at me. “So, the assassin does have a heart after all.” Then he paused momentarily, looking down at his feet. “Nothing will ever lessen the pain I feel.”

Those words echoed in my mind the entire trip back to the safe house. My bag was heavy with the notebook and folders I’d placed within. I couldn’t believe that Zemo had given me them, it was unfathomable. The thought that all of those years that were mostly lost to me had been recorded by someone else, that I now had access to at least one perspective of that time, was almost surreal. It was all I could think about as I boarded the train back to Vienna.

Rick had moved me to Europe about a week ago now, it had been the plan from early on but when I’d first left the States the house in the Bahamas was the only one, he had available. I was meant to be moving to the place in Budapest where Natasha and I had stayed years ago when on assignment there, but it was occupied leaving me with Vienna. It was a little ironic to me that I’d be hiding out in the place where this all started. Rick had joked that maybe the best place to be was right under Ross’s nose because he’d never suspect it.

…

The apartment was quiet when I closed the door behind me, save for the creak of floorboards above my head and the hum of music from across the hall. On the small table beside the door lay two blank white envelopes, neither of which had stamps or return addresses. Atop them was a yellow post-it note that read ‘You’ve got mail.’ Rick had mentioned something to me about it when we’d last spoken, though, admittedly it hadn’t been at the forefront of my concerns at the time especially since I was presuming it was likely just more forged documentation that he’d procured for me. I brought both envelopes into the kitchen with me as I filled up the teapot and placed it onto one of the burners on the stove. I had every intention of opening them, however, as I dropped them down onto the counter beside my bag my attention was drawn back to the items given to me by Zemo. I abandoned the envelopes, as I pulled the book and manila folders out. I had spent most of my trip back reading over the logbook but the majority of it was largely useful to me. It did reaffirm some of the aspects of my conditioning that I already suspected or partially remembered, for example, the author spoke of monitoring my brain waves whilst playing the ballet on a continuous loop, they used Giselle as a tool, the science behind it hadn’t been fully explained but that is what my memories had been wiped with I supposed. It didn’t really make sense to me, but I chose to put a pin in it, hoping that the more I read the clearer it would become. So, for the remainder of the night I sat at the small kitchen counter and read every entry with complete focus. It was when I was numerous coffees deep and my eyes were still drooping uncontrollably, I found something new, something I’d almost missed in my exhaustion.

‘Subject 114 is beginning to respond to treatments and should soon be ready to be reinstated in the Red Room.’

I paused, checking the date of this entry again. After a moment of hesitation, I flipped back to the previous entry which was dated 10th of August 1994, but the next entry is dated the 23rd of May 1999. I would have been almost 10 years old then, I was already in the Red Room. My mind was reeling as I flipped back through the previous entry, now more awake than ever.

‘Meetings with General Dreykov have been positive, subject has been re-tested for genetic potential and has exceeded expectations. We expect the transfer to take place by the end of June, assuming all upcoming treatments are successful. Subject consistently responds to ‘Nadia’ and partially accepts assigned identity as her own, however, we have observed some stubbornness in accepting other assigned identity attributes, such as familial status. When asked about her family subject will occasionally refuse to answer or revert back. An experimental dose of InfiltraX will be administered this evening. We hypothesize that this measure will finalize our efforts and complete Subject 114’s cognitive reset. If it proves effective, the serum will be manufactured on a larger scale for General Dreykov’s use.’

I closed the notebook, hand pressed firmly against the cover as if it could reopen of its own volition.

InfiltraX.

The word echoed through my mind, where had I heard that before? I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I was sure it sounded familiar. Using a pen, I’d found in one of the kitchen drawers I circled the word, deciding to put a pin in it for now and revisit it when I was less exhausted.

In the morning I found myself sitting in a café, sipping smooth coffee whilst flipping through the manilla folder. At the front was my S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel file and some various documents relating to it and then there were mission debriefs from my time as an agent. After a copious amount of uninteresting paperwork, I saw a familiar logo adorning the corner of a page, it appeared hand-drawn in black ink, a symbol of another life. A small, penned hourglass. I scanned the page to find another personnel file, although this time there were a lot more redacted lines.

Name: Nadia Morozova DOB: 7th November 1989 Classification: REDACTED Family: unknown (presumed deceased)

Just like my S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel file. I skimmed the rest of the page, uninterested in the details of my training as none of it filled in any gaps of knowledge. I paused when I flipped the page, a different symbol was drawn in the corner now, yet it was just as recognizable to me. The tentacled skull that haunted me. The document appeared to be another dossier, however, it was set out completely differently from the other two, less formal, as though this was never meant to be kept on the record. This did not include my name, in its place was ‘Subject 114’ followed by a whole lot of redacted lines. After a moment of studying the blacked-out lines on the page, I returned to my S.H.I.E.L.D. file.

Family: unknown (presumed deceased)

I flipped back to the current page. The family section was fully redacted in this document. I stared at it for a long while, confused as to why they would redact that line. It seemed as though this was never meant to see the light of day or at least not meant to be seen by anyone who wasn’t Hydra so this level of secrecy seemed unnecessary, especially if it only said unknown as the other files had. The only plausible reason for them to black out that section was if it said something else, if it would reveal something that they were trying to hide; or erase.

The next page had an envelope paper clipped to it, within it was a dozen or so pictures. It quickly became evident that they were of me at different ages, and in the corner of each was a date. The last image was dated June 1st, 1994, it was tattered and hard to make out as time had clearly not been kind to it. However, the features I could make out were startling, I knew it was me, despite the fact that the little girl in the image had much darker hair, and when I looked closely it even appeared that she had brown eyes, for some reason I just knew. My hands were shaking slightly as I placed the picture back down on the page, unable to tear my eyes away even as I pulled the small red book from my bag. I flipped quickly through the pages searching for one with a matching date, the logbook seemed to skip days and, sometimes even weeks. I assumed perhaps only significant days were recorded. The 1st of June was not included however the next closest date was the 10th, I abruptly stopped my searching, opening the book wider to scan the page.

‘Estimated 12 courses of InfiltraX have been administered to Subject 114 at varying doses to test for degree of effectiveness and bodily response. A 30mg dosage was administered on the 7th of June producing seizures and approximately 24 hours of paralysis in the subject. On hour 22, we observed the following genetic mutations:

Hair bleaching and brown eyes became blue

After further experimentation, 15mg appears to be the most successful dosage for maintenance without affecting genes or physicality.’

The thoughts sat with me the rest of the day; I was unable to pull my mind from it. The old, partially destroyed photograph of a child who looked worlds apart from me was heavy on my mind. It terrified me to think that something so significant had happened without me even knowing, something that I could not even remember. Although, I supposed me not remembering wasn’t exactly new. The fact that I’d been paralyzed for 24 hours wasn’t lost on me either.

My body sunk into the uncomfortable couch in the makeshift living room that doubled as an entryway. They were experimenting on me, Hydra kept me for all those months before sending me to the Red Room to test their serums on me. I recalled being injected with something as a teenager, all of us were, Dreykov said it would make us stronger and maybe it did. I couldn’t quite recall now. What I did remember was the feeling that had filled my body after, or I suppose lack of feeling was more accurate, there was no pain, no happiness, only red.

My eyes fell over the envelopes that I’d at some point transferred to the small table beside the couch. I suppose I’d hoped for a momentary distraction. Whatever the reason was, I grabbed them and tore the first open, inside was a neatly folded piece of paper with a short note inside.

It appears as though shit might have hit the fan. You really must get better at keeping me updated on your life.

I’m not sure what happened between you and that boy of yours, but he wanted you to have this so badly he chased me halfway across the world thinking I’d know where you are.

If you do have the shits with him don’t shoot the messenger, you know I’ve always been rooting for you two.

If you need anything you know how to reach me. Take care of yourself, my darling.

- A

I held the letter so tightly it creased between my fingertips. How Anna had found Rick I was utterly unsure but in that moment, it was the furthest though from my mind. I swiftly tore into the second envelope, pulling the paper from within and unfurling it to find a messily penned letter complete with a multitude of ink stains.

Nadia,

I’m not really sure how to begin this… or end it or even what to say at all.

A loud knock echoed through the room, pulling my attention away from the letter in my hands. I glanced up at the door momentarily, before looking back down. Just as I decided that whoever was there could wait another knock sounded. I closed my eyes tightly, taking a deep breath before putting the letter aside and approaching the door.

I peeked through the small hole in the center to find no one on the other side, prompting me to yank it open and poke my head out, finding no one in the hallway either. I was about to close the door when a small package on the ground caught my attention. A brown paper bag like one they’d give you in a bakery sat at my feet. With extreme caution and no small amount of hesitation, I picked up the bag, slowly opening it to look within. I knew what it was the moment I saw it, though I hadn’t seen one in years. Tippaleipä, a traditional Finnish dessert that I had only ever spoken about to one person. It seemed paranoid even to me to suspect anything of it, though when I took a closer look within the bag, I didn’t feel like I was overreacting in the slightest.

Beneath the Tippaleipä, on the napkin alongside the name of a bakery was a hand drawn symbol. One that I was very sick of seeing. The same little hourglass that had been penned on the corner of my personnel files, the symbol of my past.

A message that I couldn’t ignore.

[dinogoofymutated]

Jealousy headcannons! Multi/GN!Reader - Cable, Gambit, Nightcrawler, Quicksilver. Ok I know this wasn't on the schedule butttt Yeahhhh. Cable is going to have an extended version of his fic, and I might do the same for the others but no promises! Also I know that Cable's written half is literally just the snippet I shared with some minor edits but bear with me please his stuff is in the works!!! TWs: Jelousy. Barfights. No violence on Reader but men are creepy. Mentions of sex work. Cable and gambit make public spectacles it's just what they do. The return of wolverine and the X-men Pietro bc I love him

Cable

Look, any man who comes over to flirt with you after you walk in with a legit wall of muscle has to be either stupid or blind.

Cable is by no means a very jealous man. He's not gonna care if a man (or woman) approaches you and starts up a conversation. He might get a little frustrated if they start flirting with you, but he trusts you. He knows you can take care of yourself and he doesn't want you to feel like he's got you on a leash.

But when someone is being persistent, not taking no for an answer, and hell, putting their hands on you? He doesn't take it too well. He's more of an overprotective type when it comes to his flavor of jealousy.

    “That beer for me, Beautiful?” The voice of a stranger cuts through your thoughts, and to be honest, you don’t even think he’s talking to you until you realize how close to you he is. He’s sat on the barstool next to you, leaning towards you like he can’t quite catch his balance. You make a face at him, nonchalantly moving Cable’s beer closer.

    “Last time I checked it wasn’t.” You say curtly. The man has a smile hiding behind his pout as he leans a little closer to you, oblivious to the way you casually recoil from him.

    “Oh c'mon, don’t play hard to get. I’m chill!” You can tell this guy is most definitely drunk, and you find yourself trying not to roll your eyes at him. If only he knew what kind of trouble he was in.

    “Sure you are. But believe me, my Husband is not.” You tell him. You're not married, but to be honest, you knew this guy wasn't going to leave you be if you left him with some vague label. Didn't matter anyway, however, the stranger laughs in your face, and his breath smells like alcohol and cheap cigarettes, a nasty combo that repulses you. You point back at the corner booth where the cable was sitting just a few minutes before, hoping that he’d at least back off at the sight of the six-foot hunk of muscle you call a lover. Unfortunately, He doesn't. 

    “What Husband?” The man says mockingly, and when you look at the booth you find yourself pointing at an empty seat. The sight lights a small flicker of anxiety in you, and your face falls as the man sets a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. It’s not there for long before the weight suddenly disappears. You snap your head around, feeling relief when you see the man’s wrist caught in Cable’s literal iron-clad grip. 

    “This Husband.” Cable grunts.

    All of the blood drains from the stranger’s face in an instant, but it doesn’t take long for the attitude to come back. He tries to yank his arm out of Cable’s grip, but Cable’s arm doesn’t move an inch. To be honest, the sight kinda made you blush a little. Sure, you had seen Cable’s strength many times, but this… well. This was different. The guy starts to yank a little more aggressively, and all Cable has to do is clench his hand for the asshole to yelp and give up. You set a placating hand on his shoulder, and Cable glances back at you. His gaze softens, and he sighs before letting the guy go.

    “What’s your problem, man?” The stranger spits as he holds his bruised wrist. You had already gathered your things and were getting ready to get the hell outta dodge, giving Cable’s shoulder a hard pat as you desperately tried to keep him from getting in a barfight. Cable ignores the guy, walking close behind you as you start to walk away.

    “ -s’ an ugly bitch, anyway.” The stranger mumbles under his breath, but not nearly as quiet as he should’ve. Cable stops in his tracks, wheels around, and slugs the guy with his left arm. There's a sickening crunch and the bar goes silent as the drunken stranger is violently knocked from his seat. Your first instinct is to scold Cable, but the guy had it coming anyway. You look around, and with every eye in the bar squarely on you and Cable, you decide you’ve definitely stayed past your welcome.

Gambit

Gambit is probably the most jealous man in this lineup. Again, He will get fidgety and somewhat aggressive when someone approaches you and begins to flirt, but he trusts you. He doesn't want you to think he doesn't, and as a result, he tends to grit his teeth and bite his tongue to keep himself in check.

There's definitely a very, very thin line in between "I don't want to be overbearing" Remy and "This guy needs to take the fucking hint" Remy.

He's mostly fine with drunk bastards, He thinks they're funny, and as long as they're not bothering you for the most part he'll keep the aggression to a minimum. -But the one thing he absolutely cannot stand is snobby pricks who think they can steal you from him because he's a "swamp rat."

"It's a shame to see such a lovely creature like you standing here all alone." You try not to roll your eyes at the man that approaches you. You and Remy were supposed to have a nice, romantic night out. It was your anniversary, and Remy had told you that he wanted to pull out all the stops for this one. Unfortunately, fate wasn't on either of your sides today. The X-men needed Gambit, and you told him that the plans can wait for another time. Remy, in a very gambit fashion, told you to dress up anyway and he bet he would meet you there. Definitely a rather High-stakes gamble, but you loved him, so you said you'd hold him to it.

Unfortunately for you, it looked like the restaurant was hosting an event at the bar for what looked like a rather stuffy- sorry, High-end law firm. You had been content with waiting for Remy, even if the waitress clearly looked convinced he was standing you up. You had ordered something to drink while you waited, and caught the wrong kind of attention during your trip to the bar.

"I'm not alone, I'm waiting for someone." You say, flashing him an annoyed smile. He smiles back in a smartass kind of way, flashing you his Rolex as he pushes up his glasses. Great. He thinks you're a sugar baby- or maybe a sex worker. Either way, you really wished he was anywhere but here.

"Right. I'll be honest with you, I know you've been waiting here for what- and hour now? Hour and a half? Any guy that leaves you here for that long is not worth your time, sweetheart." You cringe at the nickname, but he clearly can't seem to tell. At this point, you start debating your options. You could run to the bathroom, but there weren't any windows you could crawl out of and he could wait at the door for you to come out. You could try to leave, but you didn't want Remy to think that you left him hanging. It's probably best if you stay and wait for him, but man was this guy getting on your nerves.

"Again, I'm waiting on someone. I'm choosing to wait on him, and frankly, I'm not interested in you." You say bluntly, getting more and more aggravated. The man only smirks at you.

"You're certainly a fiesty one. Don't worry, I like it when they play hard to get." He sends you wink that makes you want to sock him, and to be honest, you start to think about it. The bell at the door of the restaurant dings, and you glance over, face breaking out in a smile at the sight of the man you had been waiting on.

Remy was still in his x-men suit, obviously having come fresh from the fight. He's got some dirt on his face, and his hair is a little messier than normal, but you had never been so happy to see him.

"Well, don't you clean up well." You joke as Remy walks to your table. He chuckles, barely sparing the other man a side-eye before picking up your hand to kiss it.

"Sorry, Chère. Originally, I planned on changin', but I couldn't stand the thought of leaving you here for another moment." Remy's fond gaze turns into a bit of a glare when he finally looks over at the gobsmacked man across the table from you. "I see you've made a new friend?" You roll your eyes at that, shaking your head. Remy gets the message.

There's a gasp from the other patrons of the restaurant, as the sound the contact made was rather loud. There's already a red mark forming on the mans face as you take Remy by the hand and begin to lead him out of the restaurant. Remy is looking at you like he'd fallen in love with you all over again.

"You've been waiting all this time for some Cajun freak?" The man blurts out, finally having found his words.

"Watch it, Mon ami." Remy's shoulders tense as he snarls at the prick. You stand up, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze before you walk in front of the man. The side of his mouth slightly upturns as you do so, right before you slap the everloving shit out of him.

"I know you really wanted for us to eat here, honey, but to be honest? I like your cooking better anyway."

Nightcrawler

Kurt? Jealous???

Absolutely. He absolutely gets jealous. Kurt is much more of a "cat" kind of jealous than a Guard Dog kind of jealous though. He's not going to do anything crazy like punch anyone, but he's gonna brush up against you, slide his tail around your waist, hold your hand. He wants reassurance from you more than he is angered by whoever is flirting with you.

That's not to say he's not angry. He doesn't like the way some people look at you like a piece of meat instead of the intelligent, beautiful person you are, and he's not afraid to call people out on it.

Kurt knew that the guy you were talking to right now was only stopping to ask you for directions, but he really didn't like how close to you the guy was. Kurt had gone off to get you something to eat from the street food vendor nearby, telling you to just relax and he would be back soon.

When he returned with food in hand, it was obvious to him what was happening, but he still couldn't help but frown. The man is leaning into your space as he shows you the map in his hands. It's fine. There was obviously nothing really going on, the stranger must have been simply touchy. He then watches as the man sets a hand on the back of your waist to point at a building up ahead, and Kurt's mind quickly changes.

Obviously, you had stepped out of the stranger's reach quickly, uncomfortable with the action, but Kurt still slinked up to your side like a cat, pulling you close with his tail as he hands you your food, resting his newly freed hand behind your back.

"There you are, Meine Liebe. I hope you didn't wait for too long." Kurt says sweetly, giving you a grin. You smile back at him, thanking him for the food. You felt relieved to see him. Sure, the stranger that had been speaking to you seemed to be a nice man, but there was a certain amount of comfort and security Kurt provided when he was near you. Kurt makes a show of leaning in and kissing you on the cheek that makes you giggle. The stranger clears his throat after a quick moment.

"-Sorry if I interrupted your date. I appreciate the directions!" He says quickly, face flushed red from embarresment.

"You're perfectly fine! I hope you're able to find what you're looking for alright." You respond sweetly, waving as the man walks off. Kurt is pouting again when you look at him, tail still wrapped comfortably around you. You can't help but giggle.

"You're so jealous." You laugh. Kurt gives you an innocent look as he brushes off the accusation.

"Whaaat? No. Ich habe dich vermisst. That is all!"

Quicksilver

I'm not even gonna lie the fic half of this is just part of that enemies to lovers hcs that I wrote

anyway!!

Pietro is a very pouty, bratty kind of Jealous.

Like sure he trusts you and all but you actually looked at someone else while they were speaking to you? >:[ Don't look at them. Look at him. Smile at him not them. You're laughing at something they said? Well, he's funnier than them!!

He's just, so pouty over the smallest, pettiest things. He just needs a smooch on the forehead and some reassurance and also possibly cuddles, and he'll be fine. God he's such a brat ILHSM

However, If someone is actually flirting with you or going too far and making you uncomfortable, he will in fact throw hands. Or do his speedster thing and find a way to embarrass them, like pantsing them or planting something embarrassing on them. One time he snatched a guy's cell and called his wife before planting it in the man's pocket so she could hear all the flirting he was doing. Now that was fun.

"So I heard you had dinner with the wolfie guy tonight." The sound of Pietro's voice makes you yelp in surprise. You whirl around to see him leaning against the wall of your room, arms crossed. You scoff, and pick a pillow off of your bed to chuck it at him. He catches it easily.

"His name is Logan, and No. Not really. All we did was happen to sit next to each other at dinner." You turn back around to sit at your vanity, but Pietro is already there, sitting on the stool with the pink pillow tucked into his arms.

"So you did have dinner with him?" He pouts. You roll your eyes at him, holding back a laugh as you shove him off the seat. He looses his balance for less than a second before there's a gust and he's sitting cross-legged on your bed, having tossed the pillow to the side.

"What does it matter to you, anyway? You're not even supposed to be here, Pietro." You tease as you sit down, unable to keep yourself from smiling. You comb through your hair as you ready yourself for bed, still grinning like an idiot as you hear Pietro huff and haw.

"Why shouldn't it matter?" He asks, watching as you complete your routine. "I- I have a reason to care." He stutters out cheeks flushing a light pink that reaches his ears. You cover your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

"Don't laugh!" Pietro objects, and it sends you into a fit of laughter as you stand back up and flop onto your back on the bed next to him.

"He's not my type anyway." You say. It only takes a second before Pietro is leaning over you, caging you between his arms. There's the ghost of a grin beginning to form on his face, simply at the sight of your own cheesy expression.

"What is your type, then?" He asks, and you cock an eyebrow at him.

"Let's just say I prefer a man who can keep up with me." You say with a wink that may or may not have been the most terribly, corny action you could have done. Pietro doesn't seem to care as his face is split with an equally as corny grin.

Both of you are caught off guard by someone calling your same from the hallway, and then a knock shortly after. You take Pietro's moment of distraction and quickly lean up, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. Pietro looks absolutely shocked.

"You better get going." You whisper. He smiles at you, almost in disbelief, and then he's gone, the window left open and the breeze catching on curtains, blowing gently.

[delusional-fantasising]

Warning: Suggestive and flirty Peter

If you need visuals for what Peter is doing watch the Call Of Duty specifically the trapper animation.

....

You were listening to Peter talk and rant about what his kleptomaniac impulses feel like, frankly you were distracted and bored of the conversation. He would go on forever because he would trail off from the original topic. So it travelled on and on, now he was talking about how he had the impulse to throw a slice of American cheese at Xavier's bald head. That made you chuckle a bit.

But then you had to gulp as Peter leaned back on the sofa, moving his hips a bit as he put his arm on the back of the couch and he repositioned himself to get comfortable. It was unintentionally hot, the way his hand was picking at the frayed string on the couch. The way he positioned himself made it look like he had a boner, the pants scrunched up at the front.

God he looked fuckable in his stupid garfield shirt that had the words in bold reading 'Eat Your Heart Out.'

'Peter sure knows how to eat me out' You think impulsively before getting a bit red in the face thinking a little too much about it. Those grey sweatpants didn't help as they were a bit low since they were loose fitting, his dark grey happy trail peaking through. Making you think about his...

"Hey babe you okay? You are really quiet," Peter spoke breaking you out of the raunchy and filthy thoughts of having sex with him. He took a note of your flushed cheeks, he wasn't even doing anything remotely flirty, yet. You clear your throat and muttered, "Nothing, just got lost in thought. Keep on going."

"Hm were you thinking of me?" He asks as he gave you the lazy lopsided grin, he could read you so easily. He knew when you were thinking about him to the point you questioned if he was a telepath. You shook your head but fighting a smile, he notices and his eyes twinkle mischievously.

"Oh you are. Ooh you thinking about how roguishly handsome I am?" He teases as he quickly reaches out to yank you by the ankles effectively making you yelped and laugh. Peter pulled you close to his body fixing the position a bit so you were on his lap. You couldn't tell if he was hard earlier but the thought of you thinking of him got Peter definitely hard.

"Peter I was not thinking of you," You giggled trying to convince your 'innocence', he only slid his hands to your thighs. His fingers are dangerously close to your clothed sex as he looks up at you through his eyelashes that smile making your heart race, he whispers, "Well I am and it's nothing innocent."

[bohnerrific69]

how peter's hair turned silver.

includes: some of my peter maximoff's headcanons.

content: aligned with mcu universe, forget mutations. fem!reader insert too. dad!peter mention, and luna maximoff as well (quicksilver's canon-daughter in the comics); her appeareance is ooc here. albinism and piebaldism mention. english is not my first language.

lia's notes.ᐟ this was supposed to be a silly post of me rambling some thoughts, but i always think deeper about peter so i transformed into a whole post! it's short but with much love. ♡ btw i'm biased with the mcu main universe, that's why i specifically imagine him here not being a mutant since born, yet having the origin of his powers outsourced (like wanda's and many other chars in mcu) by another happening in his childhood. fun fact: rogue from x-men has piebaldism too!!

( peter's mlist. navigation. )

too many people didn't know, but peter's hair was brown before turning into silver, and the transformation of colors happened with some kind of — ancestral and dormant — piebaldism genes in the family being "activated" when he originated/got his powers.

and the reason why silver and not white? the true answer, he didn't know — or cared that much —, he didn't have any confirmation but peter's theory was that because he didn't have piebaldism actually present since was a baby, the brown wouldn't lose its colors that much, turning more into silver than white.

and besides him trying to dye his hair, it doesn't always stay the color he chose for very long, fading quickly because of this making him touch it up more often than a normal person if he wanted the different color to stay.

so he eventually ends up just giving up trying to hide it and learning to love this new style, embracing —one more, besides being an adhd neurodivergent— permanent statement of how different he was and would always be from all people. not that normal people would know how it happened and care that much how it looked, it was fun changing hair colors these days, even if the color peter (involuntarily) choosed wasn't that popular. but he couldn't evict that sometimes some other stupid teenagers in high school would make a big deal of this for him, so somehow minutes later they would always end up tripping or falling embarrassingly somewhere with their shoelaces tied up, how convenient.

jumping now to when peter has his thirties, with you already carrying the 'ms. maximoff' name around wherever place you'd go with the ring he put on your finger and the baby on you as well, — luna, name your husband suggested and you agreed on keeping it — she already was in her shiny 6 years old, speeding and yapping around as a mini feminine copy of peter.

neither you nor him knowed what to expect of a child like luna, her personality or appearance. — "surprise is the main element in the blood of the maximoffs" he chuckled with tempering tears still present when he first saw the tiny little bundle of joy in his arms. — but when she arrived, you couldn't be more happy, your little powerpuff girl.

peter's theories about his transformed hair and genetics possibly passing to his children couldn't be more right when he saw her, it felt almost like a funny easter egg about him and his family now. some piebaldism genes were passed to his little girl, who had a white-silverish hair and violet eyes that resonated to her own powers; standing out among other people wasn't difficult.

pretty sure it doesn't matter if the baby isn't luna, if it's a baby boy too, the first-born would always look like a mini copy of peter, what can we say? his genes are strong, the powers helped a bunch enhancing that. if you both wanted more kids after, they would always gracefully be a match between you and him, the personalities and physiques too. the most highlighted part of each one of them that be screaming "quicksilver's kids" would be their hairs with white or silverish hairstreaks, the piebaldism present now in the family for a long long time.

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🏷 taglist (be added): @cult-lamb @evanpetersbf @h0neyst4rz @homicidal-mother @marchsfreakshow @melsimps @mistysconcilium @mysticsandmagic05 @nugg4tsdeer @strawb3rrystar @wcnderlnds @xxrei222 @xrag-dollx // -> @cas-backwards-tie @colinzabelswife @dewdropkisses @evesdust @gabbiezinhaaa @gl00m-d00m @hellnoleave @icarusuprisings-blog @nygmawest @opoyend @raccoon-tsu @sunnyglitchs123 @tatesdisasterofalover @unpeellievable <- i'm tagging people who interacted with this post in any kind of way, being liking or commenting. yeah i belated to release these headcanons! 'm sorry! <3

[maximoffs-girl]

look!! at!! them!!

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n:

not requested

You’d been watching Peter try to stick his arm up the slot of the claw game for the past five minutes. “I…almost…got it…” He muttered shoulder-deep in the machine. “Maybe I should try tipping it?” Peter then suggested. “Can’t really cheat this game with speed, and I can’t find the key—I checked twice.” You giggled at his pink cheeks as he tried to impress you.

“I’ve got this. Step aside.” You smirked and glanced at the machine, discreetly moving your hand to guide your prize. Peter’s jaw dropped as one of the stuffed animals inside the machine practically jumped out, he ran to the prize slot and yanked the stuffed bear out.

“I forgot you can do that!” He excitedly shouted before you shushed him. He was practically in love seeing you enjoying stealing as much as him.

“Watch me do it again.” You guided another stuffed bear to freedom and quickly found a child running rampant in the arcade. “Hey! We won two of these little guys, would you like this one?” The kid had stars in their eyes and quickly accepted the gift with gratitude. “I do that at least once a week. Staff usually turn their heads since I’m giving them away to kids.”

“You are…so cool.”

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[pietropatrol]

The Love You Want (Part 1/2)

A/N: Long time no see.

Pietro Maximoff was a great teammate and a great "friends with benefits." That was, until you fell for him but he started to push you away. Now he was just a teammate with benefits. A charity gala put on by Tony causes tension between you and the speedster. Why is he so upset anyway?

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: Smut right out of the gate, sexual content, pining idiots, idiots who won’t communicate their feelings, language, angst, past trauma, jealousy

Words: 5,582

It was hard to not be bewitched by him. His half-lidded were partially obscured by a mess white-blonde hair, and his lips parted as he panted and tried not to fall apart below you.

But maybe it wasn't exactly him? Maybe the power you had to do this to him was bewitching? It was a slightly comforting thought. It put you in control. 

You pushed his hair back, lacing your fingers through and pulling.

Pietro moaned and tightened his grip on your hips making you hum in appreciation. You tugged his head to the side to expose the underside of his sharp jawline.

Your lips latched to the sensitive dip just below his ear and jaw.

A string of curses in his native tongue vibrated in his throat. Something about you and the devil. Your Sokovian was still pretty basic.

Your hips collided at a more frantic pace and you unrelentingly nipped and sucked as you gave a rough tug of his hair for good measure.

 "Fuck." English this time. “Fuck!

His hips stuttered and slowed. You continued to roll your hips, repaying the favor of him teasing out your own orgasm just moments earlier. You relished the way his thumps swirled lazily on your hip bones as he caught his breath.

Against your better judgment, you curled into him, chests rising and falling rapidly into one another.

"We have a brief in an hour." Pietro burst the bubble. He was already detangling himself from you, leaving apprehension in his wake as you kept yourself from locking your limbs around him.

"Yeah, I should probably go Shower." You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and looked down to your knees. It was getting harder to ignore the storm of emotion swirling in your chest.

Post-sex tended to end this way now.  You need to nuzzle into Pietro afterwards was near desperate.

But he didn't like that. It was clingy. At least for your casual arrangement. Friends with benefits. Snuggling beyond the haze of orgasms was over the friend line. This was just a convenience.

Neither of you had to go out and find a stranger when the urges hit. There was no need for the small talk and making sure the one-night stand wasn't a psycho.

Pietro was here and you were just down the hall. You trusted one another and knew each other’s likes and dislikes. And importantly, unbelievably sexually compatible.

…Aside from your need to be held afterwards.

In a quick breeze, your clothes landed in a pile next to you. Pietro had already retreated into the bathroom by the time you looked up.

Getting dressed was you second least favorite part. Half of your hookups occurred post training or missions. Your clothes were either still damp with sweat or dirty, and sometimes both.

With running Shoes in hand, you padded barefoot down the hall to your own suite. But not without escaping the judging eyes of Wanda. She leaned against her doorframe, as if expecting you to walk by.

"A little extra training, Y/N?" Wanda prodded.

Heat rushed to your face. "Just some extra weight training." 

"We were supposed to get showered and get lunch before the brief." Wanda narrowed her eyes at you. "Of which neither you and my brother did.”

“Really needed, uh, a spotter. We lost track of time. But we still had enough time for both."

Wanda rolled her eyes and retreated into her and Vis' room, not wanting to get into an endless argument about Pietro and you again. The last time you had, Wanda ignored you for two weeks. 

****

In the end, you did not have time for both a shower and eating lunch. You had wasted too much time overthinking and compartmentalizing in the shower.

With your hair still sopping wet and wearing a pair of mismatching socks, you raced to the conference room. 

All eyes went to you. Apparently, you were the last to show and the most unkempt.

"I feel asleep," you said dumbly.

“In the shower?" Tony quirked an eyebrow. 

“So, what if I did?" you snapped, surprising yourself and the team. At least three set of eyebrows had crept into hairlines. "Sorry, just tired is all.”

You avoided Pietro's gaze. It was searing into your chest. You rushed to your seat next to Nat. 

"Are you going to be okay for tonight?" Steve asked, concern creeping into his voice. 

"Tonight?" you echoed, looking to Nat, hoping for some clarity. The look you she gave you was not at all helpful. Her eyes loudly asked why the hell you didn't know.

"The Stark Industry sponsored charity gala with the highlight of all the Avengers showing up. The gala you promised me you'd make it to three months ago." Tony turned to inspect you. 

"I did?" You didn't recall even talking to Tony about it.

Pietro covering a laugh with a cough broke your internal scramble. "Sorry, has to clear my throat.”

 Your phone buzzed and you looked down to see a text from the culprit himself.

PIETRO:  🤖✊✊✊🚪😜😻😜🐈🥵🤫🥵🫢😫🫨

That made sense, it you vaguely remember with that play by play. Tony had come to talk to you about something when Pietro was short circuiting your mental state.

You had been trying to sound normal as Tony spoke with you through the door. But Pietro was unrelenting with his head burrowed between your legs. It was truly a miracle you could even get a coherent word out.

Your memory was rendered useless as you were on the edge of an Earth-shaking climax. Pietro had to throw his hand over your mouth to muffle your cry.

"I did!” You confirmed with a confidence you did not feel. "Sorry, I have a hard time with my memory."

This earned an eye roll from Wanda. To be fair to yourself, your short-term memory was a bit fuzzy. Some things were worse off after your fall from the helicarrier in DC in 2014. Namely memory, at least not strong memories, and anxiety. 

“What are we raising money for again?" Nat interrupted the uncomfortable silence that had crept in when everyone knew enough as to why you memory was not that great. 

"Local shelters,” Tony shrugged. "Pepper would be able to put together a more thorough list if you want?"

"And you want us to what exactly?” Steve said, “Since we are the highlight?"

"Schmooze your ass off. You should be good at that, it's your origin story." Tony grinned. 

Steve shook his head. "It's at least for a good cause." 

"When you say we, does that include Parker? "Bucky asked. 

"My dutiful intern Peter Parker, who is not a part of the Avengers, and a very normal college kid. No." Tony played clueless.

" And spiderman?" Bucky added for clarification.

"Out trapezing his neighborhood, looking to stop crime. I don't know what Spiderman has to do with any of us. Sure, he'll help out occasionally, but he's his own separate entity."

"An ally," you mused.

Tony clapped. " Yes, thank you. Ally. Our ally Spiderman will not be in attendance tonight. But my intern Peter Parker and his friends who have no association with said Spiderman will be.” 

****

"I can't believe you forgot". Nat rummaged through her closet, trying to find something that would fit you.

"I forget a lot of things these days,” you responded, distracted as you sat on her bed thumbing through a magazine.

"How is that, by the way? You've failed to bring up that it was still a big issue." Nat narrowed her eyes at a cream-colored gown then shook her head. The gown landed on top of a growing mound of rejected dresses.

"How come Clint isn't subjected to this?" You whined, stopping on an absurd article.

"You changed the subject. And Clint has a family and life outside of our shenanigans."

You chewed the inside of your cheek as your eyes involuntarily stung.

"Shit." Nat groaned. "Y/N. I'm so sorry.” 

"No, it's fine, really." You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to shake away the encapsulating grief. "It's been a decade, and you and Clint are my family. And you should be the last person to feel sorry for me." You focused back on the page. Nat had gone through 100 times the hell you had.

Sure, you had lost everything but your own life, barely, that day. But you and your parents had assumed the risk working for S.H.I.E.L.D..

They could have retired early and been professors in their studies. You could have lived nearby working as a nurse at the hospital. Not quiet, but not deadly. Most importantly, they would still be alive. 

"They would be happy you survived and your ability—” Nat’s eyes caught on a shimmery, deep ocean blue, silk number and she grinned. "Perfect."

You hardly looked but agreed. Your eyes returned to being unfocused on the article.

"Y/N, what is so interesting?" Nat look over your shoulder. "Thirteen delightfully devious ways to blow his mind! Pique your interest there?” Nat smirked. The gown now hung from the full-length mirror in the corner of her room. 

"Yeah right," you snorted. It was both a defense and a disguise. "Just keeping up with my peers.”

"I'm pretty sure your peers are not writing these articles. I cannot see anyone nearly in their 30s recommending to glue rhinestones around their pubic hair."

"Fair." You chucked the magazine and sized up the dress. "You know when I signed up to join the Avengers, I didn't see anything about being paraded around for money."

"You didn't sign shit. So now we're at the will and mercy of Stark because he funds our lifestyles. It can be fun. Though, I guess you don't have a date if you didn't know." 

"Why would I need a date? As far as I'm concerned, I'm working." Your brows furrowed as you looked to Nat who was watching you closely.

"To help with conversation.”

"Do you have a date?”

‘No, of course not. Bucky and I are teaming up though. Which I realize may be a mistake now that I remember he is terrible at small talk,” Nat groaned. 

You laughed at this. “So why don’t I go with one of the team?” A small voice inside whispered Pietro’s name. 

"Thor is off planet."

"Lucky bastard."

"Bruce is tasked with trying to secure some data from a bioengineer."

"I can help Br—” 

"No. I don't want you anywhere near Bruce for this. This bioengineer may have ties with Hydra—” 

"Steve's gotta be available?” You quickly put the conversation back on the safer side.

"Steve is hitting up the major politicians and defense contractors with Sam. They are great for their PR. This would make you more visible if you joined." 

You tensed. "That leaves Pietro and Peter. Platonically and professionally, of course.” 

"Parker is not teaming up with any of us. You heard Stark, Parker’s just his intern. We don't want him associated closely to the Avengers,” she reminded you. "Besides, he'll have his girlfriend and friend with him. It'd be weird for you to hang out with college kids you supposedly barely know.” 

“So, Pietro can be my date then.” You tried your best not to sound too pleased. 

"I think he's taking that woman that writes the articles about him in that gossip magazine."

It was a bucket of ice water over your head. "That bitch?! The one who wrote that article about me being the most boring and clumsy Avenger featuring a picture of me spilling ice coffee on myself after a super sweaty, hot yoga class!?” 

"Woah! It was just one article, right?" Nat shook her head, taken aback by your outburst.

"Oh no, far more unflattering pictures and articles. Somehow, it's only me getting the negative press. Why the fuck would he bring her? When he knows—” you cut yourself off to take a calming breath. "It'll be fine. But I swear to god, if a picture of me stuffing my mouth full of shrimp cocktails is featured next week, I will kill him."

"Relax, I don't think they could even get an unflattering photo of you in this if they tried." Nat held out the dress, grinning.

****

Nat may have been right. If Steve did a double take, in a very well-mannered, gentleman way, this dress was something. 

The silk accentuated your shape and, in a daring first time move, you ignored the discomfort at having your scars exposed. The dress was backless with silk pooling in a “U” just above your ass. The cut outs at the curves of your hips trailed to just tastefully under your breasts. The slit up one leg reached your upper thigh. A small section of burns was visible if you settled your leg just right. 

The large mass of your puckered skin did not see the light of day outside the tower. They were obvious and hard to ignore. The events leading up to the fall, and the fall itself, had imprinted on you in far too many ways.

"You look beautiful," Steve offered.

"Thank you." You graciously accepted for once in your life.

"Handsome as always boys." You included Bucky and Sam in this. Bucky you'd never seen out of sweats and black jeans for years. Him in a suit was quite jarring, in a good way of course.

"This does not look productive,” Tony teased, walking into the group with Pepper and Morgan. “These people aren't going to schmooze themselves."

"If I hear the word Schmooze one more time,” you murmured to Nat.

A low chuckle sounded behind you, and you turned to see the eerily groomed speedster in a tailored suit. The sight made you freeze and thankfully he was as dumbstruck by you. All the heat rose to your cheeks.

"Where's your date?" Pietro cocked his head, biting back a sly grin.

"You're an asshole for many reasons. This being one of them. You very well know—” You hissed, but caught sight of Sierra Lineheart, the damn gossip reporter, heading Pietro's way with two drinks in hand. 

This was your queue to bolt in the opposite direction. If she couldn't see you, she couldn't report on you.

****

You were relieved to catch sight of 3 familiar college students standing next to a server with a tray of bruschetta. MJ was the first to notice your presence. 

"Oh, hey Y/N. Long time no see."

"Hey, how's college?" You snagged a piece from the tray, wolfing it down in a single bite. God you were hungry. Why were you so hungry? Oh, right, you had let a stupidly sexy man distract you this morning.  

This was all Pietro’s fault, he had made you miss lunch and he had basically made you blindsided by this event so you had no time to eat. 

If Sierra Lineheart weren’t here, you would probably go to each tray and scarf down a few servings. So, your hunger was even more Pietro’s fault. 

"College, you know how it is." Ned shrugged. You actually didn't, but nonetheless. You snuck another piece of bruschetta from the tray. 

"Everything good?" Peter looked around suspiciously.

"Why wouldn’t it be?" You breathed, smoothing your free hand down the front of your dress.

"You seem very jumpy. Are you okay?"

"Do I? Yeah? Crowds. People. You know? Ahh! I, uh, need some fresh air." Your hands flailed as you talked, sending some of the tomatoes tumbling off the crostini. Peter snatched it out of your hand before it could do any damage. "Thanks. See you later."

You made a beeline for the balcony. It was thankfully empty as you gasped for air. Why were you upset suddenly? What was there to be emotional about?

You turned to go back inside but saw Sierra on Pietro's arm, a dazzling smile set naturally on her face as Pietro chatted energetically with the couple in front of them.

His gaze moved over to your direction, sending you diving behind a large potted plant.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out and footsteps headed your direction. “Did I just see you tactical roll into a shrub?” 

You thanked the heavens that it was Bucky. He was the least likely person to mention it to anyone else. 

“No,” you groaned from your hiding spot.

“You're avoiding somebody." It wasn't a question. It didn't have to be when you were crouched behind a shrub. 

"Yes," you sighed.

Bucky extended his hand out to you. "You shouldn't hide. Especially in that dress.” 

If it wasn’t Bucky, you'd think it was flirting. He was just a straightforward guy, and you knew him well enough to call him a friend. 

"You're avoiding too." you argued but took his hand. He gently pulled you to your feet and out from behind the shrub.

“Yes, but it's everybody. Not a someone. I’m pretty sure our reasons are quite different." Bucky peered behind you through the glass doors. “Who could be sending our brave YIN into this state?"

"Brave?" you snorted. "Not brave."

Bucky frowned. "I've seen you throw yourself into an active combat zone without a thought, to heal one of us on many occasions.”

"It isn't brave when I know that I'll come out alive 99 percent of the time." 

“It still hurts you and it still leaves scars." Bucky nodded to the small bullet wound just under your left clavicle…one of your many. "And I remember… that day… in DC."

You flinched and wrapped your arms around yourself.

"I saw you try to save your parents from him. I heard him offer to spare you and bring him with you if you let him do his mission. I heard that you loved him, but you still fought him. You took the serum and threw yourself—” 

"Stop! In the end it didn't matter!” The tears were threatening to spill over. “It didn't save them."

"I'm sorry I didn't do anything to help." Bucky’s eyes were soft and full of regret when they shouldn’t have been. 

This caused a hysterical giggle to escape you. "Bucky, that wasn't you. You didn't even remember Steve and he's your best friend. I was a stranger who wasn't on the right side of the mission and actively trying to thwart Hydra. I'm lucky you didn't step in a try to help kill me. I don't accept your apology because you don't owe me one."

"Fair, and I have to accept that," Bucky mused.

"Therapy?"

"My own personal list." He smiled wryly. 

"Well thanks for thinking of me though. If you were you, you would have helped, and that's what matters." 

"So let me help you now.” Bucky nudged you with his shoulder. “What can I do to make you not hide in a corner, and try and enjoy the night?" 

You looked back into the ballroom. You easily caught the bright white hair in crowd. Pietro was looking bored into the distance as his date talked to some benefactor. "I don't know, just keep me—”

Sierra reached over to sensual run her hand up his bicep and he tensed, his face twisting in a brief sneer of disgust. You paused as the gears started to turn in your brain. Pietro recovered and forced on the fakest smile you had ever seen him give.

"That mother fucker!" You threw your hands in the air. "Oh my god, he's an idiot!"

"I'm sorry, who?" 

"Pietro. He brought that gossip column woman as his date. He's trying to make me jealous." 

"Jealous?" Bucky looked back and forth to the speedster and you, piecing it together. "Are you dating?” 

"Exclusively casual,” you seethed, "for a while. But right now, it appears he’s messing that up by thinking it'd be a good idea to make me jealous. Especially with her. Wanting me to believe he would choose her over me?" 

"That is stupid and highly childish,” Bucky observed.

You scoffed in agreement. 

"Want to return the favor?" He tilted his head in Pietro's direction.

"How so?"

Bucky gave you a mischievous grin. 

 "A taste of his own medicine."

****

Bucky guided you to the bar, his hand resting on the small of your bare back. Your path happened to be directly in front of Pietro.

It was innocent to Pietro's sight at first. He immediately fixed his gaze on you when you'd come back in. He was drinking you in, while attempting to put in more of an effort not to not look annoyed by his date. 

But then Pietro’s eyes noticed Bucky's hand placement and your proximity, and his lips twisted into a sneer. You gave a relaxed smile and leaned into Bucky's touch. 

"This may be too easy. He's ridiculously possessive,” you murmured. 

"And you’re only being casual, why?"

"It was hard for me to trust men in that sense. Pietro was my friend. I trusted him enough. But not enough to consider a relationship. Pietro also has trust issues. It was a mutual attraction and it just made sense.”

"And now? What's changed?" Bucky helped you into the bar stool, quietly ordering two Manhattans.

"We’ve been in this, whatever this is, for almost two years. One day he just started being distant.  Like I was just a one night stand each time. I don't think I can call us friends anymore. Our interactions are limited to work, antagonizing each other, and sex with no intimacy. I don't even know if there is a point anymore—” You took a deep breath and caught Bucky's frown. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I just vomited all that information on you. I should keep that to my therapist or finally get the courage to talk to Nat about it. You don't want to hear my ridic—” 

"Y/N, " Bucky interrupted, placing your drink in your hand and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He had to pointedly ignore the glare starting to burn holes in his skull. "It is okay. It's definitely my 100-year-old man energy that makes you open up. And I'd like to think we're friends." 

"I think we are."

"So, let me just put something out there, if you'll let me?” Bucky said softly. 

“I'll allow it."

"You love Pietro."

You nearly choked on your drink. "What?" 

"You've been exclusive for so long and even though he's been emotionally distant, you still stayed. If you didn't love him, you'd stop the arrangement because you're fed up."

"I-I, no, I don't think, I'm able to—" you scrambled to try and dissuade him from making any sense of your inner turmoil.

"You're scared, but not for the reasons you think. For once it's not because of your past. It's just normal. You're scared he may not feel the same, and that's okay. But maybe it's time you tell him?” 

You rose an eyebrow at him, preparing to deflect. "You sound like a therapist.”

"You'd rather just his game than? Play jealously chicken until you obliterate your arrangement?" Bucky's tone was a warning.

"Yes,” you sniffed, feigning indifference. 

"Okay." He watched you for a moment before giving you a warm smile. "As long as that's what you want. I won't mind pissing off Speedy."

You turned your body towards him, letting your thigh touch the inside of his. 

"He started it," you breezed. "And with the worst person."

"Just remember that he is also going to be angry with you once this is all over,” Bucky grabbed your hand a placed a kiss on your palm.

"I'm already angry. So good. At least you're in on this. She thinks Pietro likes her. And I'm going to be the victim of the wrath if she finds out he used her for me."

You twirled Bucky's hand in your own, lacing your fingers together on top of the bar.

"He is ready to murder me," Bucky whispered in your ear. It looked pretty damning to anyone watching.

His hand trailed to touch the brush your hair from the back of your neck. One would think it would cause a rush of excitement being touched this way by Bucky. But it was not at all what you wanted. You would have been a puddle if it were Pietro. You leaned into Bucky’s touch to put on a show and looked up at him through your lashes.

“Not surprised, he does not like to share,” you smirked. 

"You're good. But what are the odds he takes a swing at me?" Bucky’s thumb brushed your jawline. 

"If you keep this up, highly likely. Though he has no right. He's made it abundantly clear tonight that it is nothing more than casual."

"What is going on here?" Nat saddled up the pair of you, looking back and forth.

"Act supportive," you said through a smile, placing a hand on Bucky's chest. "I'll explain later."

Shit, Nat was going to be pissed when she knew. But only because you kept it from her for a whole two years. Nat mimicked your bright smile and embraced the pair of you. "Why do I have a feeling I am going to want to kick your ass, Y/N?" she hissed.

"It'll be a funny story, so long as nobody else gets their asses kicked tonight."

"I make no promises. If he swings, I am going to swing back. I'm not going to let him get a hit in. He’ll become even more cocky,” Bucky said into your hair.

"I know, I wouldn't expect anything else of you Bucky. It'll be his fault. He brought her.”

Nat leaned casually against the bar, trying to glean something to clue her in to the conversation. She clocked the glare of a speedster with the conniving, piss poor example of a journalist in his company. Sierra was currently oblivious to Pietro's fixation.

"Y/N," Nat said through gritted teeth, "please, for the love of god, do not tell me you trying to make Pietro Maximoff jealous. Of all the people."

"I don't have to tell you. You just said it,” you mumbled into your drink. 

"It's definitely working, he is eyeing me up." Bucky's hand went down to rest on your bare skin above your hip. 

"He’s probably trying to remember which of your arms detaches.”

Bucky put on a good show of a real laugh, but it cut off abruptly. "If he tries that, Y/N, I will beat the shit out of him.” 

You grimaced, maybe employing Bucky as your fake date was not a great idea. Pietro while improving, was still impulsive. 

And he had been adamant that he didn't share…

Inserting Bucky may have been an explosive detonating in your face.

"Why would he even be jealous? It's not like you two—wait, are you two dating?" Nat glared at you.

"No." 

"Exclusively casual is how she explained to me,” Bucky offered.

"That's honestly worse. You're fuck buddies? Since when?"

You tensed under your friend’s judgment.  “Awhile."

"Y/N!”

"2 years,” Bucky added.

"I told you that in confidence!" You gaped at him.

"2 years?" Nat's voice rose. "All this time I've been trying to get you to hook up with anyone. But you've been with him, without any of us knowing?"

"Wanda does,” you grumbled.

"So, she's so cold with you because of this? You used to be friends, then you weren't?"

“She hasn't been too keen on the arrangement, no. Not sure—”

"Speedy is on the move," Bucky warned.

Pietro was nearly vibrating with rage as he approached. Sierra had to power walk to keep up with him. His eyes slid over Nat, to Bucky, and landed on you. His jaw clenched when he noted Bucky's hand still on your bare skin.

"Y/N, I'm sure you remember Sierra Lineheart. She does the Avengers articles. Sierra you know the team." Pietro never took his eyes off you.

"I'm very familiar. Good to see you all. Don’t worry, everything is off the record I am not here as press today." Sierra gave a giggle, leaning heavily into Pietro's side. He tensed and a wave of satisfaction crashed through you. That idiot. 

He really was trying to make you jealous. But he was not comfortable with her. She wasn't a good option because she wasn't in on it. And he didn't trust her. He'd made the wrong move.

"You two look like absolute lovebirds. A romance in the team?" Sierra was far too jovial. 

"How did this happen?" Pietro turned his icy glare on Bucky who gave a lazy smile in return.

"Yeah, you and Y/N? How could that happen?” It should have been an innocent question, but it felt like there was malicious intent behind it. Sierra had it out for you for one reason or another. 

"Y/N is beautiful, smart, and she really cares about people. What is there to happen?" Bucky twirled a lock of your hair absentmindedly and gave a pointed look at Pietro. "Remember that time she healed you in the—” 

Pietro paled a little as you felt the air rush out of your lungs at the mention of Pietro’s brush with death. Nat gripped your elbow, steadying the sway of your body. Bucky noticed and adjusted his hand further down your hip, squeezing to hold you in place.

A low growl rumbled in Pietro's chest; his trauma momentarily forgotten. That was his spot. 

Had he not just been holding you there 8 hours ago? He would bet a month’s salary that small bruises had started to form. You loved that.

“So, Y/N, what battle are those scars from? From what I 've heard, you're more of a medic. Like the team nurse?" Sierra nodded to the prominent scarring just above Bucky's grip.

Pietro whipped his head to Sierra, incredulous.

"What? She put them on display. She wants people to ask." Sierra rolled her eyes. 

Your jaw clicked. “Care to—” 

“Yeah, we're going to go.” Bucky tried to steer you away from Pietro and Sierra, but Pietro‘s hand was around your wrist in a blink. Bucky was now two feet back from you.

"Can I speak to you?" Pietro growled and cast a glance at Nat and Bucky standing offensively. "Privately.” 

You pulled your hand from his grasp and looked over his shoulder. Bucky made a hand gesture you interpreted as "go." 

"Sure,” you acquiesced, letting Pietro lead the way.

His private place was an empty coat check. A sign on the counter stated they would be back in ten minutes. Pietro closed the shutters and whirled on you.

"What was that?" His nostrils flared. "You can't seriously be here with Bucky?"

"And why not? He's a perfectly respectable man," you defended your fake relationship. You weren't going to be the first to fess up.

"He's old enough to be your great-grandpa!"

You rose an eyebrow. “On paper? Sure. Physically? No. Is that your only concern? If so—” You made to move for the door.

Pietro appeared in front of you, pinning you to door. 

You sighed and let your head fall back against the door. "I'm tired, Pietro. I'm tired of feeling like I’m just a warm body for you. I can't even call you a friend with benefits because we haven't been friends for a year."

Pietro looked at you sharply and opened his mouth to protest.

"When was the last we hung out outside of work or sex?” you interrupted. His answer was silence. “The day after you—” your voice got stuck in your throat. You cleared it and started over. 

“The day after you almost died and I saved you, we were so close. Then the following morning—” An exasperated laugh came out of you as you shook your head. “it—it was like I was nothing to you. Like I was a stranger after a one-night stand."

The tears began to prick the corner of your eyes. "And then you kept pushing me away. Then you’d pull me right back to get off. Then poof, get out. I'm an idiot for letting you. But I was fucking desperate for any piece of you, so I always did. And every time I convinced myself that you won’t just toss me aside like the last time."

The tears were spilling over now. "Then you brought HER here! When you very well know she has some weird vendetta against me." 

Pietro’s eyes were wide, but he still did not speak. 

"Why?" You croaked. "Isn't what you're doing already enough? What do you think you have to do to me?" You wrapped your arms around yourself. “I told you I loved you that night. Which is a bit unfair because I said it while you were sleeping. But I said it out loud. Which was a big step for me.” 

“Draga,” his said, his voice cracking. “I didn’t—” 

The door to the coat room shoved open behind you and Nat’s head peaked in. 

“Y/N? Tony’s looking for you. Something about some fancy doctor’s needing to be schmoozed with your medical knowledge.”

“Great.” You looked up at the ceiling, willing the waterworks to stop. “Thanks Nat.” You quickly made your escape. The room had started to feel like it was closing in around you. 

“Y/N,” Pietro whispered. “I—” 

“Don’t worry about it, Pietro. I understand okay. Best we just stop, right?”

You let go and walked away to do some goddamn schmoozing. 

****

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