#I'm guessing it's because I spoke to Ms Maximoff?

[commissionsdarian]

That's definitely something to come back online to? People thinking I'm dead, and a copypasta in my asks from a Norman Osborn telling me I'm beautiful? Great way to start the day, though

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Ghost of You — Chapter 6

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Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: ANGST, a lot of crying, sad Pietro and Y/n, mentions of death and injuries.

Word Count: 1217

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He was looking at me as if trying to bottle this moment, the way his hand cupped my head, the way his breath collided with mine, the way his arm felt around me, my warm. I opened my mouth but found myself unable to form coherent words, but words weren't necessary, because what he was feeling, I was feeling it too. I stared at him and he stared at me and everything around us disappeared.

"Frumoasa." He breathed and my heart skipped like 5 beats. Did I understand what he said? Not at all. Was his accent hot? Absolutely.

But as everything good, it had to come to an end and it did, when Wanda ran to me and with Sam's help helped me stand up. They all looked at me in worry, but all I could do was stare at spot on the floor where less than a second ago Pietro and I were. He was still there looking at me and then at his hands stunned. His eyes contained so many emotions that for the first time I didn't know what they meant.

Somebody shaking me brought me back, I looked at Wanda and realized she was crying.

"Are u okay?" She cried while patting me to make sure I was fine. I took her hands and stopped her.

"It's okay, I'm fine." I soothed her while she cried even more and hugged the shock out of me. At the same time Sam and Scott looked at me with worried eyes to which I answered with "I'm fine, really." They didn't seam to 100% believe me but at least seemed more at ease than Wanda that was still crying in my arms.

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After 15 minutes of reassuring them that I was fine and promising that if I felt sick or something I would go to the hospital wing, they finally let me go. When i was out of their view's reach, I ran to my room and locked the door. Inside was Pietro siting on my bed. We observed each other and said nothing.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y?"

"Yes, Ms. Y/n?"

"Soundproof this room." I answered, my eyes never leaving his. I heard a noise and knew the room was safe to speak, but I didn't nor did he. There was so much to say but I didn't know where to start. I had so many questions, but I didn't know if I wanted to hear the answers, if I was ready to. It seemed Pietro was having the same dilemma.

"What just happened?" He asked unsure.

"You touched me, I felt you." Everything was happening too fast, my legs were shaking so much I couldn't hold myself up so I slid to the floor. He tried to get near me, but as if remembering that we hadn't talk in two weeks he backed off.

"When I saw what was going to happen, I just couldn't sit there and watch you d... I knew I wouldn't be able to do something but I had to try, I had to do something. If something had happened to you, I- I can't do this without you, none of this, being alive or dead, it doesn't matter, at that moment all I knew was that if something happened to you everything would've lost it's meaning, because damn it, Y/n, you're everything that matters to me." He looked disturbed, as if the mere thought of me dying brought him nightmares. I didn't know what to say, he used to tell me that on a daily basis I spoke more words than the dictionary, but this time I was speechless, I couldn't understand what had just happened. I opened my mouth, but then closed it, I wasn't the one who lied, so if anyone deserved an explanation it was me. I guess he saw the change on my demeanor because he sighed and looked down at his hands.

"When we first met I had just died. It had only been a few months since Sokovia and I hated it, my whole life, my sister was the only thing I had, the only person who accepted me for who I truly was, until I met you. At first, I didn't care about you, all I wanted was for you to contact my sister and do some guru magic powerful enough to bring me back or something, when I realized that was not possible I thought of befriending you so you could pass a message to her and- and that's what I did." Pietro stopped and when he opened his eyes they were glossy, unlike mine which were releasing tears as if they were trying to recreate the flood. Every word he said was like a stab to the heart. Every word confirmed my biggest fear, but every word sounded wrong, because I knew it wasn't true, or at least not anymore, maybe it was like that someday, but it wasn't anymore. He cared, and he showed it, daily.

"But then something changed. I began to long to spend time with you, I started to hate anyone who had ever put a hand on you, I started hating seeing you cry and not being able to hold you. And I promised myself I would do anything in my power and beyond to make you happy and to keep you safe. And today, only thinking something could've happened to you, I had to stop it and I did, and I don't know what that means." At that point he was rambling. His thoughts were all over the room. I stopped him, unsure.

"What are you trying to say Pietro?" I inquired not wanting to get my hopes high. I could feel my heart beating extra fast than normal. He pinched the bridge of his nose and slowly exhaled.

"What I'm saying, Y/n, is, Wanda accepted me for who I was, yes, but you, you were the only one who chose to, she had no other choice, but you had, and you chose me. And I need you to know that I would chose you, too, today and for as long as you'll have me. I made a mistake and I realized I would rather die thousand more times because the mere thought of losing you, hunts more than any death could ever. I should've told you, but I was just scared you would hate me, so I figured if I never said anything then everything would be fine." His eyes were red and not even once had I ever seen a ghost cry and look so beautiful. I couldn't hate him, because hating him would be like denying a part of myself. And I don't think I could ever, even if I wanted to. I walked to him.

"I never meant to hurt you."

"I know, Pi, I know." I raised my hand and tried to wipe his tears, but once again, it passed trough him. As if just an hour ago I hadn't been wrapped in his arms and had inhaled his scent. "I'm going to fix this, Piet. I touched you, you were there, for a few seconds, you were on the world of the living and I promise, even if it is the last thing I do, I will bring you back."

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