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Recompense (Pietro x Reader)

Character: Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Prompt: Just a passing thought :P

Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of drugs (Phenazapam), French lingerie.

Length: 1697 words

It was official. Exactly six months ago you and Pietro had become 'official'. You rolled your eyes at the thought. It had been the happiest and fullest months of your life. If it hadn't taken the fastest man in the world so much time to hype up the courage to ask you out, you probably would be married by now. It had started a few years ago with some overt flirting on missions. Followed closely by lots of gym sessions and movie nights. And then there was the incident with the whipped cream which really set things in motion.

You stretched and rolled over in your bed with a smile. You'd been having the most lovely dream. Pietro had been murmuring words of his native tongue into your ear making your heart race. You sighed. Your searching hands reached out in hopes of finding the warm body that was normally enthusiastic about morning cuddles. However his side was empty. You rubbed your eyes and peered around the room.

There were two half empty red wine glasses sitting on your dresser accompanied by a few empty bottles. Unconsciously you smirked. The night before had been quite an adventure. Lots of wine. Lots of laughter. Lots of Pietro.

That's when you noticed your pounding head.

You grabbed your phone and read through the notifications. That was strange. There were twenty messages. One or two worryingly asking where you were from your parents. A few from missed meetings and appointments.

What was going on?

Unconsciously you glanced at the date. Thursday the 22nd of June. Huh?

But yesterday was Tuesday. How the hell had you missed an entire day?

Stumbling towards the bathroom, you grabbed the painkillers from the shelf and bumped a small bottle into the sink. Holding it up to the light and squinting you caught the word.

Phenazapam.

You knew exactly what that drug could do. You'd been knocked unconcious. You'd been drugged! What the hell? You had missed your morning appointment at the dentist. A quick coffee date with your mother. And the mission...

The mission!

You threw clothes on as fast as possible and raced upstairs to the penthouse of Avengers Tower. The elevator couldn't go fast enough for your liking.

"Friday! What the hell is going on?"

"Miss (Y/L/N), the team left for the mission yesterday. Mr Maximoff informed your teammates that you were unwell and unable to make the mission."

"Unwell?" you shouted, storming from the elevator as the doors opened. "Unwell? I've been training for this for the last week. Pietro bloody well drugged me!"

This mission had been priority. The military had briefed the Avengers on a developing situation. Mercenaries were holding US troops hostage in the Middle East. It sounded straightforward. That was until you heard who was behind it.

Your brother.

If only you could speak to him. Reason with him. Apologise. Maybe he would come home and let go of this ridiculous vendetta that was costing so many lives.

The military were bound by peace-keeping treaties and unable to deploy further forces to rescue the soldiers. It was top secret. It would be straight in and straight out.

Of course, at the time of the briefing, you hadn't understood Pietro's hesitance. He had been quiet. As soon as you left the situation room he had barely said a word.

"Piet, is something wrong?" you'd asked quietly as you had both arrived downstairs at your shared suite.

"It's nothing. I'm just tired," he had purred, wrapping his arms around you waist with more speed than you could comprehend.

Little to say, you had forgotten the subject even quicker.

"The team are inbound. ETA is 3 minutes. Mission successful," reported Friday, breaking you from your thoughts.

You could see the Quinjet in the distance. Cross-armed you stood on the landing pad and waited.

The jet touched roughly onto the tarmac before tucking its wings in. The cargo door lowered. Obviously the team had guessed your absence wasn't your own choice. Tony's eyes were alight with excitement as he met yours with a grin.

"Sonic," he called behind him, "I don't think she's pleased."

That's when you saw him. He looked sheepish. With a small gust of wind, he was standing a few metres in front of you with his hands surrendered in the air.

"Darling..."

"I don't want to hear it, Pietro! You drugged me!" you shouted shrilly.

You could see Tony snickering in the background and Steve trying to drag him away.

"Love, please. It was for your own safety. I couldn't risk..."

"I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself, Maximoff. I don't need you making my decisions for me!" you spat, shooting fire daggers with your eyes.

"It wasn't that..."

"Then what was it, Pietro? Because I'm struggling to see why you needed to intervene."

"Your brother," he murmured in his accented drawl. His eyes dropped to the floor. "He...he...sent me a message."

"A message," you asked, anger falling away as surprise took over.

"Just before the briefing. He said he would release the two hundred hostages if I handed you over," his words were barely audible, "He made it very clear that two hundred lives would be spared for just one death. Yours."

The room was dead silent now. Steve had managed to corral every one from the room.

A tear fell from your eyes.

"He wants me dead?"

"Darling, please understand. I wanted to spare you the pain of all this. I didn't want you anywhere near him. But I knew you would fight me. I...I just...I couldn't risk losing you."

In an instant he was pressed against you. He held you tightly in his arms as you let grief overcome you. You considered fighting him off but that was more energy than you had. You thought your brother had forgiven you over the horrid incident in Nigeria that had gifted you both with powers.

"Promise me you'll never do that again," you demanded, meeting his eyes after a few minutes.

"I swear upon my soul, from this day forward, to never make a decision for you," he was so solemn that you couldn't help but forgive him. He knew he was in the wrong and he was genuinely remorseful.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

It was his first time saying those words. In those few seconds you went from valley low to mountain high.

"I love you too, Pietro. But don't think you get off that easy."

He snickered and pulled you gently towards he door to attend the team debriefing.

The mission had been successful to some extent. You learned the soldiers had been evacuated. The downside was that Natasha had suffered an extremely deep gash to her thigh, which Bruce had stitched on the return flight, and Bucky had dislocated his good arm.

While debrief was always essential, the Tower was always filled with happiness and relief after a successful mission. It normally meant a day off and a lot of drinking. Though today, the team opted for a simple feast. Each member ordered as much food as possible from their favourite restaurant and pooled the goods to share on the kitchen bench.

$1000 of takeaway food. What could be better?

While the merriment took place you let your mind slip to what kind of torture Pietro could expect.

Wanda caught your eye and came and sat with you on the couch.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). If anyone knows how testing Pietro is, it is me,' she sighed with a smile on her face, "He's an idiot but a lovable idiot."

You nodded and watched Pietro talking intently with Clint.

"I've forgiven him," you smiled, "But I'm not going to let him off that easy."

Wanda paused in thought.

"Pietro doesn't respond to threats yet when he isn't allowed something he acts like a child."

Hmmm. That had given you an idea.

Later that night back in the comfort of your shared suite, Pietro was doing his best to unwind by watching TV. You would have joined him but he was watching on fast forward.

You slipped into your bedroom and riffled through your walk in robe. Shifting through a drawer of scarves, you found the box you had been saving for Pietro's birthday.

Nat had dragged you shopping last month and insisted on this purchase.

You laughed quietly to yourself as you opened the lid and ran your fingers over the French lace lingerie. This was going to be good.

After much fiddling and messing of hair up to add to the effect, you glanced in the mirror. The black lingerie was skimpy at best. You adjusted one suspender strapped stocking and then treaded softly to the lounge room.

"Piet," you cooed, "I'm going to bed. I'm still feeling a little groggy."

His eyes didn't leave the TV screen.

"Mmmm, love I'll be in soon."

"Uhhh no. I think it's best you sleep on the lounge tonight," you purred, "Just to make sure the lesson sinks in."

Pietro's eyes instantly shot to you.

His jaw dropped audibly as his eyes traced over your body. Before you could process what had happened, you were pressed against the wall behind you, gasping for air from being winded.

"No...no...no...," you hummed when you'd caught your breath. "Not tonight. The drugs have left me with a headache."

You caught his eye and smirked.

"I know exactly what you're doing, (Y/N)," Pietro growled. "Is this my punishment?"

His lips found the sweet spot on your neck that he knew you couldn't resist. He placed feather kisses along the skin. But you stayed strong.

"I'm just innocently going to bed," you said, struggling to keep the laugh from your voice, "I don't know what you're talking about."

His warm hands ran over your hips as he kept you pressed against the wall.

"You temptress. You minx. Are you trying to send me insane?" he laughed.

"Maybe," you murmured and with that you shoved him off and swayed towards your bedroom door, "Maybe next time you'll think twice before you mess with your girlfriend."

You snapped the door locked with a click and laughed to yourself.

"Recompense is a bitch, hey?"

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