#pietero maximoff

[avengeultrons]

Title: Wisdom Teeth Removal (Stark! Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Summary: The reader has to get their wisdom teeth removed and Pietro is the lucky one who gets to babysit them for the day.

Word Count: 1538

A/N: I love Pietro *heart eyes emoji*! I’m hoping to get a couple of imagines up this week/weekend so let’s all pray LOL. This week has gone by SO SLOWLY; but writing/reading always helps, right? I hope you enjoy!

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You tapped your foot impatiently as you watched your dad go through his schedule to see if there was any way that he could pick you up after having your wisdom teeth removed. It wasn't looking too good, “Ugh, I can't, Y/N. I'm sorry,” he sighed dramatically and pretended to be disappointed, “Maybe Clint could?”

Clint nearly sprayed his coffee at this proposal, his eyes widening in both shock and fear. You smiled widely at him, clutching your stomach that was now growling from the fast you had to do, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I can't either, I have this thing to go to that's really important and-” Clint didn't even finish his sentence before grabbing his things and dashing out of the room, leaving you with a bewildered look me a pout on your face.  Tony slurped loudly at his coffee while you groaned, sitting next to him at the small dining table.

The fact was; no one wanted to picked up a drugged Stark and deal with them for the day. If you could drive yourself home and keep from eating the gauze in your mouth all by yourself, you would.

You drummed your fingers on the table impatiently, watching the doorway with your eyes peeled as Pietro walked in, “Please, don't say a word to him,” you begged. He seemed to hate you, which made you want to loathe him more.

Honestly, he was the last person you wanted to have pick you up after oral surgery, but your dad was having none of that, “Mr. Maximoff! Pietro, just the man I was looking for. I need you for a special errand,” your father dropped the newspaper he was reading and peered up at him with a wide, scary looking smile. You huffed and slumped in your chair; Pietro taking care of you for the day was the last thing you wanted.

“Oh, really?” Pietro’s eyes lit up, and you immediately felt terrible. Tony began to explain this “special errand” while Pietro’s face fell and he wiped it of all emotion. Probably in an attempt to spare your feelings, “Uh, okay?”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Maximoff. Sorry to spring this on you so suddenly,” your father got to his feet quickly, popping the rest of his bagel into his mouth before speaking, “I’ll see you after, Y/N,” he smiled and gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before skipping out of the room, happy that he didn't have to witness your loopy personality.

“Is he serious? This has to be a joke,” he said with a loud, bitter laugh. You sighed, gathering your things before answering, “I really have to babysit you for the rest of the day?”

Being grumpy and hungry, along with loathing Pietro wasn't the greatest combination in the world. Obviously he was as thrilled at the situation as you were, “We’re the same age!” you rolled your eyes at him, throwing a coat on quickly while he stifled his laughter, “See you after the surgery, Maximoff,” you replied blandly, patting his shoulder.

There was a hustle and bustle around the Avengers Facility while everyone awaited for an update from your oral surgery. Wisdom teeth removal was not how you'd choose to spend your days.

Pietro was the most anxious about hearing the news; he couldn't stop pacing and running through the halls waiting for a call. He wasn't ever going to admit it to you or anyone else; but he cared all too much for you to not be nervous about you going into surgery.

It wasn't until Tony peeked his head into the hall that he took this as a sign that you were out of surgery and ready to be picked up, “They just called, she's out,” his shoulders dropped in relief and he scooped up a pair of car keys, sprinting to the car. Tony stared after him while he shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. It was so goddamn obvious that he was head over heels for you, it was almost painful!

“You're Pietro?” the receptionist asked over a pair of glasses, an eyebrow raised,“Ms. Stark’s boyfriend?” He gave a nod, his cheeks flushing pink as he decided to just go with the receptionist’s assumption.

“That's me,” Pietro said, his voice wavering. He decided it would be best to go with the receptionist’s idea of who he was rather than argue, even if the word “boyfriend” in the same sentence as your name made his stomach flip.

The receptionist got up and led him to the recovery room you were waiting in, still sleeping. He glanced over at you nervously, a small smile dancing across his lips, “The nurse will be in shortly to go over everything with you,” they gave a swift nod and turned on their heel, leaving the two of you alone.

You woke from your light slumber as soon as the door shut, blinking your heavy eyelids rapidly, “Pietro?” It was a lot harder to talk with a numb, gauze filled mouth than you had expected; your voice came out muffled and hoarse. Pietro looked up from his phone and smiled while you blinked dreamily at him, “You came! Oh, good. I was afraid that no one would. I'm so glad you're here!” You didn't know what you were saying; which only made it funnier for Pietro. He chuckled and gave a nod, sitting next to you on one of the cushioned chairs.

“Of course I came, how else are you going to get home?” he smiled a straight-teethed, pearly white, sparkling smile that would blind people and make Dentists’ heads turn while you reached a hand to your mouth cautiously, your eyes filling with tears, “Hey, what's wrong? Is something hurting?” Pietro was quick to jump to his feet, concern washing over his face.

“Is my tongue gone? It's gone, I just know it,” you attempted a pout, using your hand to jut your lip out. Pietro took hold of your hand to pull it away, “They took it away, didn't they? They filled my mouth with sand!”

“No, your tongue is fine. It's still there, I promise,” Pietro sighed in relief, still holding your hand to keep it away from your sensitive mouth.

“Flowers, chocolate... promises you don't intend to keep,” you sang, your eyes bright and shining with tears that never fell onto your cheeks, “That's from Beauty and the Beast. Can we watch it?” Pietro laughed as you said this, for it was really like babysitting a child.

“As soon as we get out of here, we can watch as many movies as you want,” he reassured you, while you sighed in relief and lay your head on his shoulder. All you wanted to do was go back to sleep.

He tensed at this, but it didn't take long for his face to soften and a smile to flit across his features.

The door of your recovery room opened and a smiling nurse stepped in, hands full of pamphlets and information and instructions that was sure to overwhelm Pietro. You reached your hands up to your cheeks while Pietro talked with the nurse, totally unaware of what you were doing.

“Oh, and she'll need to keep from touching the incisions. That won't be too hard after she fully comes back around, which shouldn't take more than two hours,” the nurse smiled at you while Pietro’s eyes widened and he grabbed ahold of your hands. He helped you to your feet and guided you to a wheelchair while you blinked slowly, your eyelids heavy and begging for sleep.

You were buckled into the passenger seat and watched Pietro walk around the front and sit next to you in the driver's’ seat, “Want to listen to some music?” he asked you.

You nodded, eyes wide with excitement. If only you could remember how much like a little kid you looked in that moment, “Hannah Montana!” you said, your mouth muffled by gauze. Pietro nodded and gave a laugh as he selected Hannah Montana on his phone without making a snide remark or shooting you a glare.

“You're cute when you're not so mean to me,” you said in between dancing to Pumpin’ Up the Party. You bobbed your head to the music as Pietro’s face turned as white as a ghost and his eyes widened. You had no idea what you were saying; obviously.

“Thanks,” he said after a long period of silence, a nervous chuckle that sounded like he was choking following suit, “You’re cute when you're not so mean to me, too. You're a little loopy right now, though. I'm sure you don't mean it,” you giggled as he said it, running a hand over your numb lips.

He groaned and reached a hand over to stop you while your eyes widened, “Keep your eyes on the road!” you said with wide eyes. He laughed and gave a nod while you gave his hand a squeeze, his cheeks turning red.

“Can we get milkshakes? I really want a chocolate milkshake,” you whined, another chuckle escaping Pietro's lips.

He nodded and glanced over at you with an adoring smile, “Soon,” he said.

[rosieshipper]

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