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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Happy Birthday

Summary: It's your birthday and the only person who doesn't seem to be excited about it is you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Angst. Fluff. Language probably. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: This story was completely self-indulgent, but I hope someone out there likes it!

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You’ve always been very reluctant to celebrate your birthday.

You haven’t had a birthday party since you were 12. The following year your mom died a couple of days before and neither you nor your family were in the mood to celebrate anything.

It wasn’t by any means unexpected, she had been sick for a few years, but it still hit you hard.

You were the youngest and were far too young when she first got sick to really understand everything going on.

You were 8 and all you really remember is watching your mom get more and more sick until eventually there was nothing more the doctors could do.

Her death hit you hard and you closed yourself off, never talking about it or even crying after the day of her funeral. To this day you’ve still never cried, in front of others or even by yourself.

You started exercising to channel all your energy, refusing to do anything more like the therapy your family suggested.

When you were 15 you discovered SHIELD and decided you wanted to help others, so you signed up for the SHIELD Academy, working your hardest and pushing yourself to your very limit.

You ended up being not only the youngest cadet ever, but the youngest to actually graduate and then the youngest recruit at SHIELD at only 16 years old.

Natasha was very impressed when she heard about you and took a liking to you, convincing Fury to make you part of her team during her missions and teaching you everything she knows.

That’s how you ended up in the Avengers Initiative, not that you felt you didn’t deserve it since you know how hard you worked and everything you gave up to work towards this achievement.

The team themselves were initially skeptical since you were barely 18 during the battle of New York, but they were quickly proven wrong when they saw how well you handled yourself against the Chitauri.

You were devastated when SHIELD fell, but carried on as an Avenger, battling Ultron and then moving to the Compound with the team.

You met the actual Bucky for the first time when you were 22, during the whole Civil War thing with Baron Zemo. Like Natasha, you were on Tony’s team, fighting mostly Pietro, but the conflict eventually ended.

It took Tony some time to get over the whole “Bucky killing his parents while brainwashed” thing, but, as he likes to say, he can’t call himself a genius without admitting that Bucky didn’t have much of a choice.

Thanks to Tony’s help Shuri was able to find a solution to Bucky’s brainwashing faster than she would’ve alone, meaning Bucky didn’t have to go back into cryo and was pretty quickly cleared to join the team, about a year after the airport battle in Leipzig.

You were warmly accepted by everybody and, the more the team grew the more you felt at home with these people.

And now you wish you could burn down the whole compound because, somehow, Tony convinced you to have a birthday party for the first time in 13 years because, in his words, 'you only turn 25 once'.

Good news is you managed to make him limit the guest list to the team and other people close to you like Maria Hill and Fury. Bad news is you’re still gonna be the center of attention, which you hate.

You couldn’t stop Tony from making everyone dress up for the party, and you couldn’t stop the team from getting you gifts even though you insisted all you wanted was everyone together and to have fun with them since for the longest time nobody ever even knew when your birthday was.

What you didn’t realize was that the only person more worried than you about your gifts was Bucky.

Since he joined the team the two of you have gotten close, starting with his first training with the team where he very loudly told Steve about his disbelief that someone as young and small as you could actually be an asset to the team.

You quickly put him in his place by taking him down after less than two minutes of sparring, taking full advantage of his underestimating you because he “didn’t want to hurt a pretty little thing like you.”

Admittedly he was impressed and wasn’t shy about letting you know that, while the rest of the team snickered at his initial shock when you pinned him down.

You became friends after that, not as close as you’d like but friends nonetheless.

If you were honest with yourself you’ve been harboring a little crush on the supersoldier, but he’s never shown any interest so you resigned yourself to just being his friend.

Something that you did come to treasure, though, is your and Bucky’s late night talks.

It started with you walking in on him in the kitchen on a late night where you couldn’t sleep, nothing new to you, but the two of you barely talked other than acknowledging each other.

You took a bottle of water and left.

A couple of days later you ran into him again and you stood there in silence while you made yourself a cup of tea and then left for your room.

A few days later again he was just sitting there and said nothing as you made your tea, except this time you put a cup in front of him and silently took a seat next to him at the counter.

Two nights later when you arrived at the kitchen he was already there with a cup of tea in front of him and one in front of the seat next to him.

You didn’t want to assume it was for you, but you took a chance when you noticed it was the cup you always used, a blue mug with Stitch on it that says “Let’s get weird”. Your favorite in fact.

You hesitantly sat down next to him and, without you having to ask or without even looking at you, he told you that the nights you stay up late because you can’t sleep you tend to be more quiet during the team dinners and while you hang out afterwards.

You didn’t say anything in return and just sat there, trying not to overthink how much he seemed to watch you.

But the more nights you spent like that, the more you two talked and you gathered quickly that Bucky is a very observant person, nothing more.

You loved the time you spent together after dark where you’d talk about everything and anything, but come morning it was almost as if it never happened, which you came to accept.

It weirdly made the nights you spent talking even more special, which was almost every night.

But back to the present, you’re currently getting ready with Natasha and Wanda, who know much more than you about hair and makeup and are always happy to help you out with getting ready for Stark parties.

You put on the black cocktail dress with rhinestones all over the corset and a slit down the left side, then the three of you make your way to the party room and you take a deep breath before entering.

Everyone is already there, all dressed up in fancy clothes as they all shout “Happy Birthday”.

You laugh and say hi to everybody while they all take turns hugging you, there’s not too many people but everyone important to you is there.

Even Laura and Clint’s kids are there, which you consider a second family at this point, since Laura always did treat you like a daughter.

You hate to admit that it's a nice party.

Knowing you, everyone makes an effort to not put you too much at the center of attention and you just go around talking to your friends like every other party.

Eventually time comes for the cake and, the moment you kind of dreaded, opening the gifts.

Since it's the first birthday you allowed the team to celebrate everyone decided to go all in for your gifts, which you picked up on from the very first gift you open.

Pietro got you a first edition of “The Picture Of Dorian Gray” which is your all time favorite book, Wanda and Maria got you a leather jacket and an amazing pair of boots that you knew were expensive because you were all out shopping together when you came across them.

Steve got you a gold heart-shaped locker with a picture of the team inside it, Natasha got you a charm bracelet with a little charm to represent everyone on the team, and Sam got you a cute necklace with your birth stone on it.

When you open Fury’s gift you start laughing since it's a gun, a SIG SAUER P226 to be precise, which is very Fury.

“It was my first gun when I joined SHIELD.” He says with a smile and you smile back, knowing how much thought he put into this gift.

You open Clint’s gift next, a bow and arrow that he already taught you how to use, and Laura got you a pair of diamond earrings.

Your heart melts when you open Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel’s gifts, respectively a friendship bracelet, an Avengers action figure of yourself and a Stitch plushie.

The three of them hug you tightly as you say thank you and now you only have two gifts left, Tony’s and Bucky’s, and they’re both little boxes.

You open Tony’s next, thinking it’s some fancy necklace or earring but you frown when you see a car key.

“Is this the key to your car?” you ask Tony, knowing full well you’re holding the key to an Audi R8 Spyder, the car Tony’s let you borrow so many times you’re now wondering if he’s gifting you his spare set of keys.

“No.” He says casually “It’s the key to your car.”

You’re even more confused and simply stare at him with your mouth gaped, not really processing the information.

“Y-you… You got me a car?!” You almost yell out of shock and everyone else starts laughing at your antics when you start basically jumping up and down and hugging Tony, squealing like a little girl.

“Well, come on, let’s go see it!” Tony says enthusiastically after you’ve calmed down, and you get up, just as enthusiastic, but are stopped by Steve’s voice.

“Wait, wait. You have one gift left.” He says, picking up the small box and giving it to you. “It’s from Bucky.”

You were so pumped up by the car, you almost forgot about it and completely miss the mischievous look Steve gives Bucky and the murderous glare Bucky gives back.

You also miss Bucky starting to protest before you open his gift, but he instantly shuts up when he sees your face falling the second you open it.

It’s a small necklace with a blue rose in it, it really looks like something you’d give a little girl more than a 25 year old woman.

You look at it for a minute, running your finger on it before you raise your head and look at Bucky.

The whole room goes silent as they all watch you worriedly, everyone noticing immediately that tears are streaming down your face.

Nobody understands what’s happening and nobody knows how to react or what to do, it’s like they’re all frozen by the sight of you being vulnerable for the first time ever.

Meanwhile Bucky’s heart is beating so loud he’s sure everyone around him can hear it, and he feels himself starting to panic at the thought of having ruined your birthday with that stupid gift.

Everybody else got you expensive gifts and all he did was get you a small, cheap necklace that reminded him of a story you briefly talked about once on one of your late night talks about a necklace you had as a kid.

He saw it at the mall while looking for a gift for you, remembering the sweet smile you had on your face when you mentioned it and the fleeting sad look he thought he saw when you told him you lost it when you were 12.

He was really proud of himself for that gift, but the more he saw the other gifts you got the more he regretted his choice, especially after Tony gave you a fucking car.

And now you were crying, not saying anything while just looking at him.

He doesn’t know what to expect from you at the moment, nobody does, he thinks you might yell, throw his gift back at him, tell him how much you hate it and him.

But you surprise everyone by throwing your arms around Bucky’s neck, hugging him tightly while crying into his shoulder.

You honestly forgot telling Bucky about that story and certainly didn’t expect him to remember it, especially since you always got the feeling that he didn’t care about your talks as much as you.

You just assumed that come morning he deleted everything you told him to make room for more important things, and you didn’t blame him.

But he didn’t.

What you didn’t tell him about the necklace is that your mom gave it to you because blue roses were her favorite, you had that necklace since you were born but you somehow lost it the day of her funeral.

That day you lost the two most important things in your life and cried yourself to sleep, and that was the last time you allowed yourself to be weak and cry.

Until today.

Bucky hesitantly wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back hoping to get you to calm down. He looks around at the rest of the team, panicking a little and not knowing what to do.

Everyone else is as clueless as he is, never having seen you in such a state before.

Bucky starts apologizing, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying, and he feels horrible that it’s because of him.

You shake your head quickly and pull away a little to look at him, wanting to reassure him you’re not sad or angry but incredibly happy, but words refuse to come. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and finally manage to speak.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” It’s quiet, but it’s something, and it’s enough to make Bucky let out a breath of relief at knowing you don’t hate him or his gift.

He brings you back in for another tight hug, almost forgetting about everyone else in the room as you hug him back without hesitation.

You’re honestly not even embarrassed at crying, all you care about at the moment is Bucky, his arms around you while he lets you bury your face in his neck, like you’ve been wanting to do for years now.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He whispers in your ear and, for the first time in 13 years, you really feel like it is.

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sebsbarnes · 4 months

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hole in the wall || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x f!reader

summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him.

word count: 5k+

warnings: fighting, none rlly??

a/n: the russian is translated so i apologize if the translation is wrong. i wrote for pietro years ago but this is my first time in awhile :P reader is subjected to the same torture as bucky bc the character is kinda him, inaccuracies in the mcu but nothing crazy

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pietro often wondered about the girl who was held next door. he'd hear the screeching metal against the floor followed by a slight commotion and then a thud on the floor. small shuffling could be heard and then it was silence. no movement, no talking, no heavy breathing or cries, silence until the next time the metal door unleashed its harrowing song, and large boots could be heard entering the cell and dragging the girl away.

pietro couldn't tell how long he'd really been here nor how long it had been since the mysterious girl next to him was there but he did know it had been months on end and yet he had never seen a glimpse of the girl that shared the wall with him.

there was a small hole in the cement that allowed him to peer into the girl's cell but each time he looked he was met with the grey wall from beyond. he had heard murmurs that she was young like him and wanda. strong, fearless, one of the doctor's favorites. she was often sent out on missions and came back unscathed. each mission she was sent on was a success as if the concept of failure was unfathomable. she apparently spoke little, only when instructed, never talked back, never laughed, never screamed. almost robotic.

which is why it came to pietro's surprise after hearing the thud of her knees hit the floor and the guards march away he heard a soft sniffle. and then slightly louder ones followed by rapid and heavy breathing. pietro scuffled over to the hole in the wall and peered through. he could see her sitting against the far wall with her legs tucked closely to her, her forehead resting on her knees. he could only see half her body from where she was sitting but he could see her shoulder shaking.

"you... you need to breathe in and out. you are going to make yourself pass out," pietro was unsure, his voice quiet but loud enough for her to hear. her head shot up and looked directly at the hole. her hair was sticking to her face, her mouth was slightly parted, and eyes wide and red.

"it's okay. my name is pietro. you don't need to talk but i... i wanted to see if you are okay. you've never even made a noise before now," he felt funny slightly confessing the fact he's been taking note of your actions.

he watched as you wiped the tears off your cheek and raked the hair off your face.

"i don't know how i am," your voice sounded like you hadn't spoken in days.

"it's okay to not know."

from where you sat you could only see the boy's eye. it was a striking blue, "like the sky," you murmured.

"what?" you heard the voice call back.

you slowly stood up dragging your chained feet over to the wall. you held the wall, steadying yourself before sitting with a huff, "your eyes remind me of the sky."

pietro wasn't sure what to say back. he went months not hearing your voice or seeing you, only knowing the tales that the guards spoke of yet here you were inches from him, broken down and giving a compliment. a much different reality to the one he thought he knew before.

pietro didn't hear another word from you, he assumed you fell asleep against the wall. he tried looking through the hole at any angle he could to see you, but all he noticed was a piece of metal gleaming from the dull light in your cell.

a few days had passed since the interaction and pietro had little time to dwell on it. his testing was getting more intense, he was constantly being injected with needles he knew nothing about, there were many monitors reading whatever vitals they needed to document, and his training was becoming more rigorous. he was exhausted, he hadn't been in his cell in two days, and although the cell offered no comfort he much rather be locked behind the bars than strapped to a table.

the guards pushed him down the hallway, taunting him. each time he stood up they would push him back down. the shackles on his wrists rubbed his skin raw and those around his ankles prevented him from running. the guard gripped his shoulder tightly walking past wanda's cell as she called out to her brother.

"wanda!" he screamed out as he watched the other guard reach through the bars and grip at her neck. the guard holding onto him roughly pushed him into the cell causing him to stumble and land on his shoulder, his face grazed the cement floor.

you had heard the commotion from your cell, you stood at the door looking over at the guards who simply laughed at the twins who were now in pain. all you could do was grimace. you hated this, you hated this place, each day you yearned to leave this hell hole you've called home. you heard pietro scream in frustration and then heard his rapid movements as he ran around his cell, thrashing against the walls.

you had seen pietro from a distance a few times. you were never allowed to be near the enhanced people and only managed glimpses of them. you had seen his super speed and the way the scientists trained him. it was brutal and he endured a lot just from the few moments you had witnessed. you started to notice that after particularly rough days he would do this, run back and forth for what seemed like hours on end. slamming into the cement walls that would somehow rattle from the force. he would yell in anger, cursing the guards and scientists for what they were doing.

the noise settled and you hesitantly sat in front of the small hole. you could see his large frame hunched over catching his breath. he ran a hand through his messy silver hair, his white tank top was dirty and slightly damp from his running. you peered behind your shoulder at the hallway making sure it was empty. you swallowed thickly with nerves in fear of getting caught before forcing three fingers into the hole and ripping the cement block from the wall. you could now fit your head through the hole comfortably if you wanted to.

"pietro," you said placing the block beside you. he faltered and gestured with an open hand in confusion at the now gaping hole in the wall. you couldn't help but pull your lips into a tight light suppressing the laugh you wanted to let out at the look on his face. using his speed he rushed to face you, eyes wide examining the open edges of the cement.

"you-"

"are strong," you cut him off jokingly.

the two of you sat staring at each other. it was weird to be face to face after countless months of unknowing the other despite being separated by only a wall. you took in his appearance. he was handsome. up close you could now see the slight curls to his hair and the short facial hair. his shoulders broad and built. under his sky-blue eyes were dark circles from the lack of sleep but it suited him. he was stunning and pietro was thinking the same about you. your hair fell haphazardly across your forehead. your eyes were kind and gentle, much different than the stone-cold eyes he had imagined in his head. your lips were pulled to one side in the tiniest of smiles as you took in his appearance. pietro found it hard to believe the stories he has heard about your reputation as he stared at you. expression soft, eyes and smile kind, you looked battered and worn down but still so youthful as if you didn't fit in with the surrounding grey walls.

"are you okay?" you finally asked.

pietro's nostrils flared and his eyes fluttered shut, "i don't know."

you hesitated a moment before repeating his words from a few days prior, "it's okay to not know."

if you weren't staring intently at the man before you you would've missed the smile that flashed across his face at your remark. it was soon washed away when you both heard loud footsteps from down the hall. you both quickly turned towards the noise that was approaching pietro's cell, he gulped harshly as a guard came into view. he looked back at the wall expecting to still see your face but instead, he saw a metal hand escaping through the hole as if the cement was never removed.

metal...?

it must have been late in the night. the guards had already dropped off the atrocious meal they call dinner and returned to pick the trays up. they rarely patrolled the hallways at night, opting to smoke outside. it was eerie each night. the sound of dripping water from pipes echoed, the occasional gunfire could be heard from the woods outside, slight whispers could be heard from the twins once in a blue moon but it was rare. in a place like this, they didn't let you be a person so it was hard to act like one.

pietro was lying on the bed facing the ceiling making a laughable attempt at trying to get some sort of sleep. he was imagining his life before this when his family was all together, when times were happy, when he was just a little kid and not a young adult performing for crazed scientists. his eyes scanned the room at the sound of bricks moving before seeing your head pop into vision from the hole. pietro let out a small laugh through his nose seeing your sheepish smile.

you sat facing the other not saying anything at first. it was oddly comfortable being face-to-face with the one they call quicksilver. you couldn't put your finger on why though. you've spoken so few words to him but then again it was the first time you let yourself speak to someone in this building that wasn't a doctor or a guard. maybe it was you being naive but it felt okay and safe.

"what made you cry the other day?" he finally spoke his question causing you to blink a few times.

"i think... i think they do something to my head. i mean, i know they do," you thought bringing your fingers to your temple as if the gesture helped you remember, "but i think i'm starting to notice when i'm on missions. it's hard to really know though it's all a blur."

pietro nodded softly taking in what you had to say, "like... brainwashing?"

"it has to be. they recite something each time and then it's like i'm not me," you confessed, "but these past few missions i'll overhear things from strangers passing by or i'll see something and i can feel myself start to wake from the trance. i'm starting to remember life before here and i'm becoming aware of what they have me doing."

"whatever it is they have you doing just know you are still a good person," pietro spoke quietly.

"i kill people," you said bluntly looking him straight in the eyes. he averted his gaze slightly, his hand coming to caress his jaw.

"the person they turn you into out there isn't you. the real you is sitting in front of me now."

"how can you be so sure, you don't even know me," you questioned.

"i don't think an out right evil person would check to see if a stranger is okay... or compliment them the first time they see them," pietro joked slightly. you hung your head as your lips pulled back into a smile. pietro couldn't help the way his body leaned closer to the hole with a big smile on his face observing the way you became shy.

"no one in this building is perfect. we've all done things that are considered evil but if we manage to hold on to some sort of sense of ourselves i think we will be okay. i hope wanda and i get out of here soon. it was a mistake yanno, being volunteers, i regret it. it makes me feel worse knowing you had no say in the matter. you're here every day as a puppet against your will and yet i walked through these doors. every day i'm in pain and every day i regret it," pietro's accent got thicker as he got emotional.

you frowned at the silver-haired man, "life in here is already hard enough, there is no point in being hard on yourself."

his eyes were glossed over, internally fighting himself for the choices he had made in the past. you reached your hand into the hole searching for his. this was out of character for you but it some selfish way you wanted the warmth of his hand to comfort you as well. it was peaceful sitting in silence holding each other's hand. the only form of physical touch the two of you ever received was in the form of torture. gruff hands slapping, punching, shoving, and poking you seemed like a far and distant sensation compared to the safety you felt as pietro's thumb traced the back of your hand.

"you should rest," pietro finally broke what felt like an hour's long silence, "they usually take you first."

you sighed deeply but you knew he was right. god knows what hour it was and you needed to try and get some sleep. pietro gently let go of your hand and allowed you to snake it back through the hole.

"thank you pietro. i hope we can talk more soon," you told him earnestly.

"i hope so too," he gave you a lopsided grin before you grabbed the brick.

it was mere days later when you two found yourself in the same position. the guards were out, pietro had finished his talks with wanda, the disgusting dinners were consumed and taken away, and here you were staring into the sky amongst grey walls. pietro noticed your face had small cuts scattered on it from a mission you were sent on a day prior but you had made no mention of it thus far. you were currently enthralled by pietro telling a story from his younger days. pietro was funny and he didn't even need to try, it had been years since you felt the burning sensation in your sides from laughing too much but he made it easy. and pietro loved the sound of your laugh, it was beautiful, irresistible almost. the two of you went back and forth sharing any memories you could remember from life before these walls and it was effortless but you knew just like the other nights it was soon time to hide the hole.

"you're really pretty," you confessed.

pietro's mouth formed an 'o' shape before turning into a giddy smile, "you are beautiful, dragă"

this time it was pietro plugging the brick back into the wall just as he was about to finish a loud booming voice came from your side of the wall. his hands shook slightly at the volume of the guard yelling 'soldier' in russian to you. pietro could no longer see what was happening but he heard you stand up and reply back and leave the cell.

although you and the guard walked in silence you knew he saw you talking to pietro. you continued to clench and unclench your fists trying to calm yourself for what was to come.

"Тебе нравится мальчик?" (do you like the boy?) the guard asked placing a firm grip on your shoulder, pushing you towards the all too familiar room. you stayed quiet and you heard the man snicker to himself, satisfied with your silence.

in the room, several other guards were standing in position, many holding guns. you saw the needles and wires spread across the small rolling table with a doctor in a white coat hunched over it. the monitors sitting idly waiting to read your vitals. the guard that escorted you pushed you into the contraption that stood before you forcing your body flush against the back. immediately automatic shackles secured your arms to the chair and the whirling sound of small electric plates situated themselves against the sides of your head.

"смешно... ты, кажется, молчишь только рядом с нами," (funny... you only seem to be quiet around us.) the doctor smirked, admitting they all were aware of you and pietro speaking. the doctor sucked his teeth as you glared at him, unwilling to confess to anything.

he picked up the mouth guard from the table wiggling it in front of your mouth waiting for you to open. you bit down in anger, all the muscles in your face twitching, your eyelids blinking rapidly pushing back any emotion daring to creep up at what you knew was about to happen. it wasn't often they wiped your memory, only when they deemed your actions defied them, like not getting enough information on missions which was rare. it had been months since the last time they did this. you screamed in agony as the electric volts zapped against your head. sweat started to bead across your thrashing body. it was indescribable and it wasn't a short process but once the currents stopped your world was black and each time you'd wake up in your cell with no recollection.

it was a week later you found yourself in the training room after being isolated since the memory wipe. your shoulders were hunched forward, chest facing the ground, your arms swayed ever so slightly by your side, your breathing was ragged after being beaten in the form of "training" for the last two hours. the doctors insisted it would be over soon, one final test for the day before you could go to your cell. the door creaked open and the familiar sound of boots entered, you didn't even bother looking up.

"солдат!" (soldier!) a guard yelled causing you to slowly pick your head up. at the door was a young man you'd never seen before, he wore tattered pants and a tank top, his hair was silver, and his blue eyes were opened wide in what you could only assume was shock. and though you didn't recognize him, pietro recognized you.

up until now, he had never seen your full figure before, only parts of your body that were visible through the hole. despite you clearly being injured and tired you stood tall and pietro could tell you were strong. the most alarming part about you was your arm... your metal arm. pietro's eyebrows scrunched together, head slightly cocked to the side examining the way the metal met your skin, some scar tissue bright red while others were faded.

before pietro could mutter any words aloud a doctor appeared from a side door and sauntered towards you holding a notebook.

"работа...установить..." (work...establish...) the doctor read.

"please, no," you whispered, your neck screwing to the side as if it will block the doctor's voice.

"станция..." (station...)

pietro watched as your chest heaved air in and out as the doctor continued reciting from the book, circling your body like a predator ready to attack. he watched as your teeth chatter together and your metal hand flexed. the doctor stopped behind your right shoulder leaning down slightly so his mouth was level with your ear. pietro couldn't hear the whispers but he felt nervous at the doctor's intense eye contact and the loud clap of the notebook being shut. the doctor lazily dragged his hand off your shoulder whispering one final command before exiting the way he came.

pietro jumped at the sound of the door behind him slamming shut as the guards snuck out, leaving only the two of you in the room.

"wha- WOAH!" pietro shrieked as you came barreling towards him at full speed, your metal arm raised high in the air to come down on his body.

"please i don't want to hurt you," but his pleas were left unheard as you socked him in the jaw, tossing him to the ground and repeatedly punching his stomach. although being fast, pietro found himself trapped beneath you and it took moments before he was able to get out and start running in different directions. slowly, you walked towards a vacant chair in the corner, eyes trained on the blue light racing around the room. you gripped the chair waiting for the right moment before launching it across the room and nailing pietro square in the back. you stalked towards his groaning figure grasping his shoulder and flipping him onto his back where you straddled him and punched at his face.

to pietro's relief, the doctor came back into the room beckoning an order to you. pietro watched from underneath your frame as your pupils twitched at him and your head robotically moved to face the doctor. you refrained from punching pietro anymore and stood up and walked to the doctor and the two guards who waited behind. one of the guards stabbed a needle into your neck and once more the world was black.

you couldn't even begin to guess what time or day it was when you finally woke up on the floor of your cell. your body was violently shaking from the cold and you started to panic. as much as you tried to think of any memories you couldn't, it was like your mind was a blank slate and it was causing you to panic even more which then turned into anger. you grabbed the small bed and threw it at the wall and screamed loudly. you repeatedly slammed your metal first into the wall causing dust to liter the air. guards walked past your cell but simply laughed and continued to make their way down the hall and off into the outside world.

"hey," a voice spoke unsteadily. you whipped your head around to the other wall and saw a face peeking through.

"it's okay," the man tried to ease seeing your angered state approaching him. you kneeled in front of the hole looking intensely at his face.

"who are you?"

this question confirmed pietro's fear that they wiped your memory. he had foolishly hoped that in the training room you were just too worn down to recognize him when he walked through the door before they sent you into your trance.

"my name is pietro. you may not remember but i am a friend," he spoke hoping to see any form of recollection cross your face. instead you examined him quietly before turning your head and examining the room. it was lit dully, your bed now turned on its side, and there was a tray of food sitting near the cell door that looked to be days old.

"this is a hydra base," pietro continued without you having to ask, "the people here are not good. they hurt us, they experiment on us, many people have died here. i have a sister here, a twin," he said pointing a finger behind him, "her name is wanda. they call us the enhanced. we both possess abilities no normal human would have due to their experimentations. we came as volunteers and i regret it."

"am i a volunteer?" you questioned.

"no, dragă. a few weeks ago you told me they found you during the winter, alone. you had been lost in the forest and they made promises to help you find home but you never returned. you said you aren't sure but you think it's been ten years since," pietro confessed, his accent thick with sorrow.

you hummed, unsure of what to say. you remembered none of this so what could you really say back? was pietro even telling the truth? how could you decipher fact from fiction in a state like this? despite the confusion and the absence of memory, something deep within you said it was all true, everything he was saying was right.

"why is my arm gone?" you whispered, slightly touching the contorting metal panels near the elbow.

pietro couldn't help but feel a pain in his chest as he observed you try and remember any semblance of yourself, "i- i don't know. what i do know is the doctors, they like you. you are very important to them and they make you do dirty work. the reason you can't remember anything is because they wipe your memory."

"i suppose that makes sense," you nodded slightly giving pietro a bitter smile.

"i am sorry for what they do to you," pietro stated earnestly. if he could help you in any way he would, over and over again, he would.

you paused, taking in pietro's face which held some serious injuries. the skin on his brow bone was split, his eye was bright red with blood and a nasty purple-green bruise on his jaw.

"did i do this to you?" you asked, slowly reaching your hand through to gently touch his jaw.

"of course you didn't my love," he murmured, tenderly grabbing your wrist and threading his fingers with yours.

"if there comes a time when i hurt you, please don't go easy on me," you pleaded.

"i cannot promise you that," he smiled at you softly, bringing his other hand to enclose your freezing one.

and pietro was being truthful. he couldn't nor he wouldn't harm you in the event the doctors forced you to fight. he would run and dodge the punches, and the chairs being thrown at him, but he couldn't fight you, he just couldn't. it pained him to see the different version of yourself, the real you locked inside begging to come out of the brainwashing.

pietro didn't think it would be so soon when he would be in the same position as before, standing across from you in the training room as the same doctor circled your body, reciting words in russian that would transform you into their super soldier. it was only hours after the two of you decided to sleep that pietro was ripped from his bed and dragged into the training room.

the doctor once again closed the notebook but before leaving he looked over at pietro, "it is a shame," he started with a thick russian accent, "her memory wiped twice in a week. i thought maybe you two would work well as a team. we could start sending you out on missions with her. but it seems she has developed a hm. what do you call it?" he fake pondered, "ah! a crush! and that is not something we take kindly here. she provides more to us here than you do so..." with that the doctor whispered one final thing in your ear before leaving.

pietro watched carefully as you headed towards him and at the last moment he sprinted away causing you to concave the metal door. you whipped your head around, eyes wide in anger, tracking the movements of the man. he was fast and this irritated you. sticking your leg out you managed to trip him at the last moment and his large frame hurled to the floor. you gripped his shirt in one hand and used your metal hand to punch him in the side of the face.

"it's me!" the man below you yelled. this had no effect on you and you raised your hand to hit him again but he grabbed your fist. the two of you violently struggled against each other before you used your hand clutched to his shirt to slide him away with great force.

"please i said i would never hurt you. it's me, pietro!" the man pleaded getting up to run past your approaching figure. for some reason hearing the name pietro caused a loud screeching pain in your head.

"what are you doing to my head?" you screamed, clutching your head in your hands, eyes screwed shut.

pietro stopped running and looked at your trembling figure, "i'm- i'm not doing anything."

you tried ignoring the high-pitched shrilling noise and stumbled to pietro. you grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him backward against the wall. although you moved him with force pietro could feel the weakness in your grip this time. he stayed silent looking into your eyes that were frantically examining him.

"the noise..." you muttered bringing your metal hand to hold your head.

"there... there is no noise," pietro spoke confused. there was no noise in the room besides heavy breathing.

"who are you?" you probed shoving him roughly against the wall.

"it's me. pietro. i live next to you in the cell. i came here as a volunteer with my twin sister wanda. you are here against your will. they found you when you were little and never let you leave. they hurt you every day, they aren't good people. trust me, please. it's me your friend," pietro rushed hoping to break through to you.

he felt your grip slightly falter as you looked him up and down. he couldn't make out the emotion in your face as you screwed and unscrewed your features together, internally fighting yourself. he wasn't scared, but nervous rather for your next move or action.

as pietro spoke the high-pitched noise continued to grow louder causing severe pain in your head. it made you nauseous and your vision would cloud with blinding bright light. you hung your head gasping for air as a vague image of a cell came to memory. you tried blinking it away but it would reappear, this time you'd see a man. the man you were pushing against the wall. his head was peeking through the cell wall. instinctually you pressed him further into the wall, pietro's shoulder blades started to ache. a new memory came and it was pietro holding your hand, his thumb caressing yours.

you shot your head up looking at the man. your eyes were glossy with tears from the pain you were experiencing. not just the physical pain of the intense noise but the mental pain as you tried to piece together who he was. his appearance was becoming familiar. his clothes, his broad shoulders, the facial hair on his jaw and upper lip, the cut on his eyebrow, the dark roots of his hair and the silver ends, and his eyes.

you dropped your grip and pietro's eyes contorted in confusion.

"like the sky..." you murmured.

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heliads · 14 days

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I’d like to request a Pietro imagine. Pietro survived and became an Avenger. The female reader doesn’t have powers and isn’t an Avenger. She’s really smart and works with Tony and Bruce in the lab. She was hired after the whole Ultron fiasco. People underestimated her intelligence in high school and college because she’s a girly girl and loves the colour pink, but the Avengers aren’t like that. Pietro likes her and wants to date her.

'waiting around' - pietro maximoff

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When they tell Pietro he has to go to the labs, his first thought is to run.

He knows it’s silly. These are not the same doctors who made the Maximoff twins strong and fast and utterly alone in this world, these are the scientists with the Avengers. They’re the good guys. Apparently. But Pietro has learned fairly quickly that people calling themselves good aren’t always good in the end.

Pietro has a lot of learning to do since he and Wanda escaped Ultron a few months back. He’s doing his best to be patient and take things ‘one step at a time,’ as the Americans keep telling him. Mainly, he would like their steps to be faster. Pietro has things to do, and they don’t usually involve waiting in line for someone else to decide if he’s worthy of their loyalty or not. The Avengers are trying, he knows that. It’s just hard sometimes.

Especially when Pietro is still trying to shake off the feeling that he should have died back in Sokovia. He came away with his share of narrow escapes, but there was one moment towards the end, when the ships were firing at him, when Clint needed his help, that Pietro thought would be his last. Luckily, he was faster than a few bullets, but there’s still this nagging voice in the back of Pietro’s subconscious that whispers to him late at night: what if you hadn’t been fast enough?

So he’s been uneasy as of late. What about it? Stress is common in inhumans and Avengers, one glance around this coffee-dependent complex could tell him that. Still, it’s a good thing to get checked out. That’s part of the reason Pietro is being directed to the labs, along with a need for a good annual physical.

It sounds good, too, were it not for the fact that Pietro has had plenty of experience with laboratories in the past few years and none of it was good. The Hydra labs made him strong, in a sense, but they were torturous. He can still remember the pile of corpses ushered out every day, the experiments that failed. He remembers curling up in a corner of his cell, begging his body not to give out, not to make him another body in a bag. He lived, but he remembers.

This is not Hydra. Pietro knows that. He left them behind. Still, there will always be some part of him that shrinks away from every syringe, that distrusts every doctor who comes poking and prodding at the bizarre novelty that is an inhuman. That will never go away, no matter who’s side he’s on.

Still, the lab remains. He has to go in, the others will know if he doesn’t. At first, Pietro hesitates just outside the door, afraid to knock, afraid to listen. There was always a chill in the air throughout the Hydra complex, he remembers the gooseflesh forever on his skin. Signs that nothing good happened within the walls. Or maybe it was just because of the stone buildings in cold climates. Everything has an explanation.

He can’t back out now. Pietro grits his teeth and swings the door open in one broad movement. For a moment, he stands there, waiting to walk back into his old cell, his old life, and then he looks around and realizes with a grin that he’s going to be fine. This isn’t a Hydra ploy to get him back under their thumb. For one thing, Hydra never used this much pink. Just barren walls and gloomy, monstrous skull logos. In retrospect, that should have been a bad sign. Pietro has a problem with ignoring details, though, and it tends to get him in trouble.

These details, however, are quite difficult to be ignored. Everywhere Pietro looks, he sees pinpricks of pink– the handle of a pipette, labels on equipment, notebooks full of scrawled data points, hair ties in a carefully organized container. No, Hydra never had this much fun, and Pietro is starting to think that this is going to be very fun indeed.

Smirking to himself, Pietro weaves further through the lab. He sees a few assistants scurrying around in the back, but they pay him no mind so he does the same. Pietro almost reaches the end of the room when a sudden voice calls out to him: “Don’t take another step.”

Instantly, Pietro freezes. The owner of the voice walks towards him, a young woman about his age in a lab coat. She must be the owner of the lab, too, because he spots a pink tie in her hair matching the others near the door. The name stitched onto the left breast pocket of her lab coat reads Dr. Y/N L/N, so Pietro knows she’s the one he was supposed to find.

She points to Pietro’s feet, where he notices are just touching a line of caution tape on the ground. “If you went any further, you’d be at risk of getting your eyes blinded by the lasers,” she informs him cheerfully.

Pietro’s face drops. Only now does he notice the hazard signs. “Huh. Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

Y/N arches a brow. “Do you always wander around lab space without watching where you’re going? Seems like an awfully dangerous habit for me.”

Pietro grins. “Well, I usually rely on my reflexes to get me out of trouble. I’m pretty quick.”

To prove it, he uses his speed to instantly move right behind the woman. She spins around, donning an indignant look that Pietro decides is very cute. “Don’t do that,” she scolds him.

Pietro folds his arms across his chest, grin broadening. “Why not?”

“I’ll tell Steve you’d like to do some weight training with him in the gym, and you think you can outlift him,” she threatens.

Pietro feigns surrender. “Anything but that, please.”

At last, Y/N’s lips twitch up into a smile. “That’s what I thought you’d say. Now, let’s focus. Tony sent you in to get a checkup, right?”

Pietro nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Wrong,” she tells him. “Tony actually sent you in here to get on my nerves. He does that a lot. I’m busy and he likes distracting me. We’re going to get through this as quickly as possible, alright?”

Pietro has to fight not to laugh. “And here I thought everyone in the labs gets along.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Most of the time, yes. Except when he sticks me with babysitting duty.”

“This isn’t babysitting,” Pietro protests, “I’m getting to know you. I already feel like we’re the best of friends.”

Something that might be a smile flits across Y/N’s face, but she takes great pains to hide it to him. Pietro, who has always cared a little too much about getting people to laugh at his jokes, follows her like a dog as she walks through her lab. “You can laugh, you know. It won’t kill you.”

The smile is gone as quickly as it appeared, and Pietro instantly wishes he hadn’t said a word. “I’m working right now,” she tells him abruptly. “That means I’m focused. Don’t get in my way.”

Surprised and somewhat hurt by her shift in mood, Pietro goes quiet, but he can’t resist asking a second later, “I’m not trying to interfere with your work, I promise. Does that often happen?”

Y/N goes still. Pietro is half expecting her to just ignore him when she finally speaks at last, very quiet and very unlike the fiery personality he’d seen before. “Every time someone new comes in here. And with half the people I’ve already met, anyway. You’d be surprised what a few pink accessories can do to someone’s reputation, and their credibility in a lab.”

Pietro grimaces. “I’m sorry about that, honest. That’s not what I was going for, by the way. I joke with everyone.”

At last, Y/N meets his eyes. There’s a faint tint of humor swimming in her gaze. “I think I got that.”

She’s smiling, though, so he takes that as a good sign. Once that initial barrier was crossed, Y/N opens up a little more, and then Pietro finds himself stopping by her lab almost every day when he’s not off on a mission. He sees her thrilled with success after an experiment worked, and desolate when they don’t. He sees her consumed with stress. He sees her brow knit with careful concern as she patches him up after a mission. Through all of it, Pietro is increasingly risky with his heart, and then one day, he knows he loves her.

It’s a foolish thing to do. Y/N has confided in him many times that she’s afraid people only will see her as a girl first and a researcher second, someone who can be taken out for drinks but never a valid source of knowledge. If he makes his move now, she’ll never forgive him for being just like the others.

So he doesn’t say a thing, and descends further and further into hopelessness. Wanda says he’s ridiculously obvious, but Y/N still doesn’t seem to have noticed a thing, so maybe the only person more oblivious than Pietro is Y/N, and that’s saying something. Pietro doesn’t want to ruin their friendship, but as the days slip by and Pietro only falls more in love with her, he wonders if he hasn’t already ruined it by always wanting more than he can have.

He’s starting to wonder if he is simply going to carry this secret with him forever, until Y/N catches him at it one evening. The night is growing late, and Pietro has retreated to one of his favorite hiding places in the Avengers complex, Y/N’s lab, to watch her conduct her experiments and indulge in some idle chatter. They’ve grown quiet, and Pietro is leaning against a benchtop, doing nothing but watch her. Some of the motion-sensor lights in the corners of the lab have gone off from inactivity, giving the lights above them an extra glow. The light plays upon Y/N’s face and makes her eyes shine.

Pietro is just thinking that he’s never seen someone more beautiful in his entire life when Y/N looks up and catches him in the act. Instantly, Pietro pretends as if he’d simply been watching her pipette some samples into the well plates in front of her, but her brow is already furrowing and she’s asking him what’s wrong.

Pietro shrugs elaborately. “Nothing, nothing. Just thinking.”

“Really?” She asks, grinning slightly. “I didn’t think that was a normal thing to you.”

Pietro rolls his eyes. “Very funny.”

“I thought so,” Y/N hums. “What were you thinking about? You seemed very preoccupied.”

“Nothing,” Pietro repeats, but Y/N doesn’t seem convinced.

“Come on, I didn’t think we were the type to keep secrets from each other. What are you trying to hide?” Y/N asks.

Pietro scratches the back of his head, suddenly awkward. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Even better,” she says, laughing slightly. “What is it?”

Pietro should stay silent, but he can feel the secret rising up his lungs and forcing itself out before he gets the chance. “I’m in love with you,” he blurts out.

Y/N’s eyes widen. Whatever she was expecting him to say, it obviously wasn’t that. “Oh,” she says quietly.

“Yeah,” Pietro says, wanting to stab himself in the eye with a nearby multitool. “Oh.”

He eyes the door, and has just decided that a strategic retreat is the best move when Y/N interjects, “I love you too, you know.”

Pietro turns around so hastily that he almost upsets a nearby rack of micropipettes. “What? You do?”

She’s glancing at her work, but he can tell that she’s embarrassed. “Yeah. Thought you knew.”

“Obviously I didn’t, or I would have done something about it,” Pietro blurts out.

Y/N glances up again, smiling again. “Like what?”

“Like take you out on a date,” Pietro returns. “How about it? This Friday. Seven. I’ll pick you up.”

Y/N laughs. “That sounds good to me.”

It sounds good to Pietro, too. When he leaves Y/N’s lab at the end of the day, he’s practically giddy. All this time, he was afraid of telling her, and now he’s wishing he spilled his guts much earlier. Regardless, he has what he wants. They’ll have their date, and Pietro is going to feel like he’s on top of the world.

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miss---lu · 11 months

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Puppy Love

Pietro comes back from a mission to find he has a new roommate.

Pietro was simply exhausted. He had gone a while without sleep and had just returned from a mission. He wanted to just go to bed and sleep for a long time, but he couldn’t.

Not yet anyway.

Pietro opened the door to his apartment and saw newspapers thrown on the floor. There also seemed to be some chewed up socks scattered.

Pietro tried to think of what could cause it, but he was coming up blank. He made his way to your shared bedroom and saw the culprit in the bed.

You were laying under the covers asleep, with a puppy curled up in your side. The puppy was a little corgis who had a lot of baby chub. His little legs jerked and Pietro could only assume he was dreaming of running. Pietro could relate to that.

Pietro pulled off his shirt and exchanged his pants for pajama bottoms. He quietly made his way to the bed and peeled back the covers. He snuggled into the cushions and felt you start to stir.

He cursed slightly as you turned to face him. “Pietro? Is that you?”

He mumbled a soft “of course my darling.”

You gave him a sleepy smile as you brought your hand to his face. You gently scratched behind his ear which earned a laugh.

“My darling, I’m not a puppy. Unlike this little guy here. Care to explain?”

You yawned as you went to pet the sleeping pup. “While you were gone I found this old cardboard box in an alley with this little guy inside. The box was abandoned and said for sale on it. I felt so bad and just had to take him in.”

Pietro’s heart did a flip when he heard about what you had done. One of the things he liked most about you was your big heart. He carefully started to scratch the little guy’s ears and smiled. He was awfully cute.

“What’s his name darling?”

“Well he only seems to respond to Bear. I said something about the bears in that painting on our wall and his ears perked up. He seems to like it.”

Pietro smiled as he started to scratch the puppy’s stomach. “Hi Bear. You’re very cute.”

Bear wagged his tail softly as he snuggled into your side once again.

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monpalace · 1 year

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When Pietro tells his lover what he wants to do while half-asleep. He wasn’t supposed to actually do it.

"I wanna have a pac-man machine." Pietro had admitted when his mind was finally muddled with sleep, his fifth day of hibernation after a particularly hard mission had taken its toll. His fingers had begun vibrating as he slipped deeper into the confines of his mind, only managing to keep them still enough to hold yours and not phase past the molecules of your hand. "I know you wanna put a tv near where I wanna put it, but we could put it beside it."

Sleepily smiling at him, you press a kiss to the boney area of his wrist. "Alright," you whisper back, not bothering to clear your throat when the gravel fills it. "We'll think about it."

You aren't given the liberty of opening your eyes on your own time when afternoon of the next day comes.

Pietro was relentless in his efforts to wake you up, pushing and shoving you from one way before speeding over to the other and repeating the action. "Babe— babe— babe!" He exclaims, words cutting into themselves as one thought process interrupts the next and the one before it. "Guess what I got!"

Knowing his impatience, you wrap your arms around his neck with as much strength you can muster so early into your waking and shiver when his frigid hands secure themselves on your thigh and neck. He doesn't speed as he usually would, but he does move at his most-certainly-faster-than-everything-else pace.

Setting you down comfortably on the living room sofa and wrapping you in a blanket in a way that you could still use your arms, Pietro speeds to the kitchen and brings out a poorly made breakfast tray.

"I know you said we'd think about it, but I felt like you'd say no so I got you something else to sweeten the deal."

"Was it this food or did you steal something?"

"Both!"

"Continue."

Biting his lip, Pietro holds up a finger and tries to say "give me a few seconds," before cutting himself off by rushing away.

When you pick up your fork, there's a large, thin box on the floor. When you stab a piece of fruit onto one if its throngs, a flatscreen tv with a jumbled mess of wires sat upon the wall. When you bring the fork up to your mouth, the wires were taken care of and out of sight.

When your lips part for the fruit, there's a pac-man machine beside it.

It was a reasonable enough distance to not be distracting or an eyesore, and the retro style of it matched the rest of your shared living space— but it was still a fully blown arcade machine.

"I read two instructions manuals for these!" The silver speedster exclaims while gesturing vaguely at the machines, his accent slipping through his words as more emotion entered his voice. "Two, babe! It was so hard!"

Placing the tray and drink to the side, you stand with a look that expressed more than just your exhaustion. Your hands run along the old, eighties machine and find no spots of rust on it.

He must've cleaned it before or while he was setting it up.

"How far out did you go?"

"Sweden."

"Sweden?"

"Visby."

"Visby, Sweden?"

"Am I speaking to fast?"

With a pointed look from you, Pietro's lips thin as he picks you up, trudges over to the couch, places you it, and collapses on it. "Sorry," he mutters, laying his head on your lap. Fatigue creeping its way back into his bones.

"Have you eaten today?" You ask, already pressing the fork (with the fruit still on it) to his lips. You smile down at him when he shakes his head while opening his mouth to take the offering. "Then I guess you can have the entire plate then."

"I made it for you, though," he argues.

"I'm not the one who decided to run halfway across the globe while recovering."

"I've been bested."

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mendesxruel · 2 years

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𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚, 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 | 𝐏. 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

summary: angst + fluff, mention of an argument with Pietro and how it sorts out later

warnings: mentions of arguing, mention of breakfast

words: 430+

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Cuddling was very special for you and Pietro. It brought you peace and quiet, and for him, it felt good having you in his arms, he liked the warm feeling of keeping you protected.

It had become a habit for the two of you since you moved in together. It was always the same way: after you two clean up from having dinner, you’d put on your favourite, most comfortable set of pyjamas, snuggle underneath some blankets and wait for Pietro to do the same and come hold you.

Although, this night was different.

You didn’t want to think about the arguing that had happened an hour ago, it had been too much, so you just stayed quiet, internalising your feelings. You had even forgotten what it was all about - you didn’t exactly want to remember it - you were tired and just wanted to rest.

You could see Pietro pacing around the rooms from the corner of your eye. Instead of a fast, impatient pace, he walked around slowly.

Tilting your head slightly to the side, you noticed the bitter look on his face. He unconsciously tried to hide his distressed expression by staring at the floor, and running his hand through his hair and face, with a million thoughts in his head.

His body wasn’t racing around, but his mind was.

You didn’t have a superpower to read his thoughts, but they were filled with regret. However, he was too proud to apologise, for now.

Later, when your eyelids were already feeling heavy and you felt very sleepy, you sensed Pietro’s presence beside the bed.

You swallowed your pride and gazed at him, but when you did, he was already heading to the living room. You realised he had decided to sleep on the couch.

“Babe?” you whispered, tiredly.

He turned around quickly, like all he wanted to hear was you calling for him.

As he walked back to the bed, you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed with you, and he snuggled beside you, burying his face in your neck.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” he mumbled onto your skin before placing a soft kiss on it, “I’ll make up to it, promise.”

That was all he could say before falling asleep.

Both of you were mature enough and had stopped being stubborn, giving in to holding each other that night.

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The next morning, you woke up to breakfast in bed made by Pietro. After sorting everything out and him apologising again, you two went back to your usual routine: cuddling.

After all, you two loved each other, and that was all that truly, deeply mattered.

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thefiery-phoenix · 6 days

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YANDERE PIETRO MAXIMOFF HEADCANONS

Now we all know he is ONE impatient dude and that feeling is natural since he has the power of superspeed and all. So, he can't really just sit back and do nothing every single day when all he thinks about is you. Your beautiful smile, your melodious laugh....he loved them but he'd like it even MORE if they were directed solely for HIM instead of those undeserving scumbags you smile and laugh at

Pietro might appear to have a poker face at times in front of you but his heart would be screaming and screeching 'NOTICE ME PLEASEEE!' And the only reason you weren't kidnapped by him just yet is because Wanda always manages to calm him down whenever his obsession of you starts clouding his thoughts. Wanda is gonna keep him in check but he really can't help it since his obsession goes out of control like every single second of the day

When Pietro sees how shy and adorable you look while interacting with people, oh.... his heart clenches and starts to squeeze. He literally has to restrain himself from hugging you on the spot and pinching and squishing your soft cheeks and telling you how cute you look

After he realizes that you like being taken cared of (Dude here read your diary, now he knows EVERYTHING about you and yes, even your Wattpad and Tumblr accounts). You won't even know that he's stalking and keeping an eye on you for your 'safety'. He has quite the jealousy since he despises it when you pay attention to others instead of him but no worries, he doesn't blame you for it. He blames the person trying to steal you away from him. And if you DO continue to do so, you'll be swept off by him to a place that you don't even know and as for that person who tried taking you away from him.... well, they won't be heard from again

As impatient as he can be with you he has tons so, you gotta hand it to him. He'll understand you'll be scared and worried and he ain't delusional so he'll do his best to make you comfortable. He might even take his sister's Wanda's help too. If you act up trying to escape from him repeatedly, Wanda might just have to use her magic on you to make you cooperate. What? She's just playing the role of being the good sister to her dear brother. Since she likes seeing him happy and you keep him happy, she'll do whatever she can to make sure you cooperate with him and who knows? She might even end being a platonic yandere for you

One thing is for sure: Pietro will NOT take his anger out on you. He doesn't want to hurt you or cause any form of grief to you since he feels that it would make him the most horrible person on the planet. The thought of hurting you wouldn't cross his mind even in his worst nightmares. But if he has to punish you either for escaping or acting up, he'll either just cuddle you since he thinks you might be feeling neglected or he might lock you in a room telling you to think about the consequences of your actions while he runs laps around here and there trying to calm his nerves down

You'll be a nice little happy family with him and a platonic yandere Wanda on your side. Just play your cards right and you'll end up being treated like the angel you are <3

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eternalslover · 2 years

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Pietro having a crush on you headcanons (gn? I don't think there are any particular pronouns in this, please correct me if I'm wrong:)

Pietro is a very observant person but would be completely oblivious if you had a crush on him aswell

Reads books you like, even if he doesn't like them because he wants to impress you (if you get Pietro to go anywhere near a book.... that means he is 100% smitten for you)

If someone brings up the fact that you two would be a good couple he will always be like "pfft me and them, noooo... unless their interested😏"

Learns ALL of your interests so once again he can impress you

Probably calls you really cute names in Sokovian and if you ever ask what they mean he will freeze and say he's insulting you so you don't know that he likes you

Make a playlist for him and you have his heart

He would also listen to said playlist while he's in the car, going on a walk, jogging (not at full speed)

Point is he would listen to the playlist 24/7

Always looks at you and if you ever catch him, he will either be cocky and wink at you or he will get nervous and try to run away but ending up running into a wall

He hugs alot of people but with you? They last just a tad bit longer than his hugs with other people do

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lexiepoch · 1 year

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They Find you Having a Nightmare

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Tony Stark: "Y/N? What's going on?" says your boyfriend, Tony, rolling over when he hears you making noise. You're clearly still asleep, but whimpers of pain escape your lips every few seconds. Your eyebrows cross as your nose wrinkles.

"No! Please Dad! Stop! It hurts! Dad! Stop! Stop please!" You call out in your sleep, hands curling into fists on your chest, clutching at the top you stole from Tony's closet.

"Y/N, baby, it's okay! You're safe now. You're not there anymore! Wake up baby! Wake up Y/N!" says Tony, frantically shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you. "Baby, wake up! Wake up, love!"

"Huh?! What happened?!" you say, bolting upright, finally waking.

"Oh, thank god. You were having a nightmare again baby. Come here, I'll hold you. Let's go back to sleep, it's not quite morning yet. We can still get a few hours before you need to get up for work." he says, pulling you back down into a laying position, but rolling you so you're cuddled up against his chest.

"Sorry Tones. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."

"You never disturb me babe. Go to sleep, four o'clock is going to come around really fast. Don't worry about it." he says, pecking you forehead, encouraging you to relax into him further.

Pepper Potts: As Pepper comes home from another day at Stark Industries, instead of finding you dancing around the kitchen while making dinner, she finds a quiet apartment. Almost too quiet. "Y/N? Baby, where are you?" she asks into the silence. That's when she hears it, a quiet whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Hurriedly, she kicks off her stilettos and makes her way to where the noise is coming from.

"No, Pep, please don't leave me! Please, I need you Pep! I'm nothing without you, I'm a mess. You know that! Come back please!" you beg, obviously asleep. Tears roll down your pale cheeks. Pepper kneels down in front of you, before softly taking your face in her hands, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

"Y/N, baby, wake up. Wake up for me sweetie. You're okay, I'm never going to leave you." she coos, helping wake you from your nightmare.

"Pep! Oh Pepper! Oh thank god you're here!" you cry, waking suddenly and throwing your arms around her neck.

"Hey baby. It's alright, I've got you. Pepper's here, my love. Calm down, take a deep breath. I'm never going to leave you, not for anyone." she soothes, rubbing your back underneath your sleep shirt. Minutes pass and slowly your breathing settles back down to its normal pace. "Feeling better, babes?"

"Yeah, thanks Pepper. Sorry if I scared you."

"It's okay, as long as you feel better now. My pretty little baby. My needy little baby." she coos, pulling back to pinch your cheek, causing you to whine unhappily.

"Pepper! Stop! Don't like that!" you complain, pouting at your girlfriend. She chuckles, leaning forward, kissing the pout off of your lips.

"Cutie!"

You roll your eyes at that. "Pep, I just woke up from a nightmare, I'm dressed in a massive shirt and barely there panties. I'm the opposite of cute right now." You complain, flopping onto your back, draping an arm over your eyes to block out the sun.

"You'll always be a cutie to me, Y/N. Even in your crappy Walmart brand sleep shirts and barely there panties and messed up hair." she teases, standing up bedside the bed.

"Hey! Leave my Walmart shirts out of this! It's all I can afford, I don't make nearly half of what you do, Pep. You know that."

"You realize I am willing to buy you nicer things, right babes?"

"No! Charity is not allowed! You're lucky I let you pay the rent for this place."

"It's not charity baby. It's called a gift. My pretty baby deserves pretty things." she coos, pulling you out of the bed and planting light kisses to the crown of your head.

Peter Parker: "Morning babe. How'd you sleep?" you say, as Peter slides his arms around your waist and leans down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty good, caught a robber last night, that was fun. How about you? Was it a good night or a bad night?"

“Bad. Had a nightmare again. But it's okay, I got five hours, I'm all good." You say, like getting less than eight hours a night was normal and healthy.

"I thought I told you to call me if you had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Why didn't you?"

"Because Pete, you need your sleep, I can do without. It's fine, just drop it okay? We've got to get to homeroom." you say, sliding out of his grasp, shutting your locker.

"Babe! Don't be like that! You know I care about your health, mental and physical. At least tell me what the nightmare was about?"

"Alright, fine. I watched you and May die and I couldn't do anything about it. I cried for about half an hour while my coffee brewed. Once I had my coffee I was fine. I'll see you in Chemistry Pete." you say, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yep, see you in Chem." he says, returning the affection before you disappear into your homeroom.

Sam Wilson: As Sam comes home from his morning run he notices you on the couch, sleeping somewhat peacefully. "She must've gotten back from work while I was out." he mutters, heading past you to the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, he quickly changes and heads back out to the living room, expecting to find you still sleeping peacefully. What he wasn't expecting to find was you wide awake and panting. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks, sitting down on the couch arm, placing an apprehensive hand on your shoulder.

"Ahh!" You scream, before noticing who's in front of you. "Oh, sorry Sammy. I, uh, had a nightmare again. Don't worry about it, though. Sorry for screaming in your face." you say, cringing away from him slightly.

"Hey, it's okay. You have issues, we all do. Just relax, I'll go get you some water, okay?" he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gets off of the arm and starts making his way towards the kitchen.

"Wait! Sammy!" you call after him.

"Yeah babe?" he asks, turning back to face you.

"Can you get me some of that juice I like instead, please?" you give him puppy eyes.

"Of course I can. Anything for you, babe."

Steve Rogers: Steve wakes up to his alarm going off, and notices you're not in the bed beside him. Confused, he glanced towards your ensuite bathroom. The light's off as well. "Oh shit. She probably had a nightmare again." He mutters, getting up out of bed. He grabs a shirt and throws it on before heading into the rest of the compound. He comes into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in front of you.

"Morning Stevie. Sorry for leaving you, I couldn't go back to sleep. There's coffee in the pot if you want some." You say, smiling sheepishly at the super soldier.

“Morning princess, how's the hips?" He teases, kissing your head.

"A little sore, you left hand prints you know?" You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You wink at him, pulling up the side of your shirt to show him the edge of the bruise he left.

"Seriously, I did? Wow, I didn't mean to baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?" He says, shocked.

"The usual. You and the team dead. Fury dead. But I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Stevie."

"Are you sure bubs? Normally you can get back to sleep. What was different this time?"

"Nothing Stevie. Remember I went to bed earlier than normal last night?"

"Oh right, forgot that. I fucked you so well you were too tired to stay up, even for aftercare. " He says getting a coffee mug out.

"Yeah. I need a shower, want to join me or are you gonna go on a run today?" You say, finishing your coffee off with one big gulp.

Steve looks at you, looks at the coffee mug in his hand before putting it back into the cupboard quickly. "Let's go, I can run tomorrow." He says grabbing you by your waist, swinging you over his shoulder with ease. You giggle as he carries you back down the hall.

Bucky Barnes: "Doll! Wake up!" Yells Bucky, aggressively shaking your shoulder. You were having a terrible nightmare. Kicking, screaming, hitting. With one final scream you shoot upright, breathing heavily. You clutch at your chest, feeling your heart race. "Y/N, it's alright. You're here with me, it's James. Breathe doll. Take a deep breath for me, hun. There, that's better. Just breathe doll, I'm not going anywhere. You're alright. You're never gonna have to face him again. I promise. We will protect you." He says, knowing that the reason for your nightmare was your abusive ex-fiancé.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah doll? I'm right here. F. R. I. D. A. Y. turn on the bedside lamp please. Hey, look at me doll. What wrong?"

"I just want you to know that I- I love you, Buck. I love you a lot."

"I love you too doll. Why don't you try to get some more sleep? I'll be right here, as always." You nod, laying back down, curling into your boyfriends side, clinging to his waist, pulling him to lay with you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn the lamp back off." He mumbles, holding you to his side protectively.

Bruce Banner: You lay in your bed panting as your husband leaves the room to fetch you a glass of water. When he returns, he sets the glass on the bedside table and gently pulls you into a sitting position. "Y/N, breathe for me love. Take deep breaths, you had a real bad fright. You need to bring your heart rate down before you drink anything, otherwise you will likely choke. Y/N, look at me. He's in jail, you never have to worry about him again. I promise my love, you're safe from him now." says Bruce, rubbing your back and planting tender kisses on your forehead.

"Brucie, what if he gets out? What am I supposed to do if he gets out?" you say, eyes teary.

"He won't, he's in for life Y/N. And if on the off chance that he escapes, the team will take him out. We've got you, love."

Natasha Romanoff: "What is it, babe?" says your girlfriend over the phone, clearly having just woken up to answer your call. Even though you're only a few floors away from her, you had to call her, you couldn't convince your body to move.

"Nat, can- can you come to my r-room?" you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. You hear the rustling of her bed sheets as she gets up.

"Yeah I can baby! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare again, love?" she says, her bedroom door creaking shut in the background.

"Mhm, I can't move Natty. It's happening again! I can't move!" you cry, sobs shaking your entire body, despite you not being able to move your limbs. You can hear her bare feet run up the stairs of the compound, and try to calm yourself down, but the hysteria takes over you an the phone falls out of your hand onto the bed.

"Baby! Y/N, I'm coming sweetie! Listen to my voice Y/N. Listen to me, my lyubov. I need you to breathe for me. Y/N! You need to breathe for me!" She says, opening the stairwell door, practically sprinting down the hall to your bedroom. She quickly throws your door open, letting it bang against the wall, and rushes to your bedside. "Hey! Look at me baby! Look at me Y/N! Hey, hi. Yeah, breathe for me dorogoy. Good, yes! Just like, that my lyubov. Just relax everything for me. There you go my lyubov. Do you want to tell me about it?" She coos, stroking your hair away from your face.

"It was the Chitauri. You and the whole team dead. Loki on a throne, chaos." you whimper, leaning into your girlfriends hand.

"They're gone dekta. You don't need to worry about that. Loki is back on Asgard where he belongs." she comforts you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Clint Barton: As you walk into your apartment you notice Clint's bow sitting on the couch and you can hear the tap running in the bathroom. You close the door and lean against it, waiting for him to emerge so you can throw yourself at him. When he finally does leave the bathroom you do just as you had planned and attack him in a hug but not before noticing the cuts, scrapes and healing bullet wounds on his bare upper body. "You're home!" you cry out, burying your face in his neck. You let your tears run, and practically bawl into his neck.

"Hey baby! Y/N? What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hugging you back. The sobs wrack through you body, leaving you shaking terribly in between the heaves. He gently shushes you as he carries you over to the couch. He pushes his bow to the floor with a clatter and sits down on the cushions, pulling you into his lap in order to comfort you. He rocks you back and forth gently as you continue to cry.

"You got shot at!? Again?!" you whimper, brushing light finger tips over the healing wounds. He nods, stroking your hair. "Oh god, it's all coming true. Oh shit. Clint, what if you die?! What am I supposed to tell our friends if you go out on a mission one day and don't return?" you ask, tears coming to your eyes once more.

"Y/N, don't be upset! Don't start crying again love! It's fine, I'm fine. Now, tell me, what's got you reacting like this?" he croons, rubbing your back and pressing butterfly kisses to your forehead.

"I had a nightmare, you had gone on a mission with Nat and Coulson and they returned but you didn't. They said you died in gunfire. I was so terrified when I woke up." you say, your body still shaking.

"I promise that won't happen any time soon. I have the next two weeks off. Let's just relax and cuddle for a bit, alright?"

"Okay, that sounds nice." you say, trying to continue to take deep breaths and slow the shaking to a minimal amount."

Wanda Maximoff: You slip from your bed and pad across the room towards the door. Trying to be quiet you open the door, intending to slip out into the hall and go sit in the main room until the others began to wake. Your plan fails quite quickly because as you open the door, the hinges creak surprisingly loud, waking your girlfriend. "Y/N? Why are you out of bed? Where are you going, kitten?" she asks, sitting up in the bed, cocking her head to the side confused.

"Was going to the main room Wands. Didn't mean to wake you, sorry." you mumble, ears drooping on top of your head. Your tail dips down to rest between your legs.

"Why were you goin' to the main room, kitten?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I had a nightmare again." you whisper under your breath.

"Y/N, kitten, you need to speak up. I didn't hear a thing you just said." she coos.

"Had a nightmare Wands. Scared me and didn't wanna bother you." you admit, bowing your head, ashamed.

"Baby, if you have nightmare you wake me up! Come here my love. No need to be ashamed, everyone gets them. Come here, yes, come back to bed little one. You're safe here. Come cuddle with me, kitten." says Wanda softly. Abashedly you walk back over to the bed and climb in with her again. She gently grabs your waist and pulls you across the mattress so you're laying against her chest. She begins to hum an old Sokovian lullaby to you, while scratching behind your ears. Your feline instincts tell you to curl up in to her, to wrap your tail around her thigh. So you give in and do just that.

When she finishes the song, you're practically asleep. "Wanda?" you mumble into her chest.

"Yes kitten? Something wrong?" she asks, quietly.

"Nothin's wrong. Just wanted you to know I wuv you." you slur, nuzzling closer to her.

She chuckles quietly, continuing to rub at your ears. You purr unconsciously, enjoying the feeling of her nails on your scalp. "I love you too kitten. Go to sleep now honey." She whispers, kissing your temple.

Pietro Maximoff: "No. No, no no. No. He can't be! You promised me he would come back Stark! Same with you Steve. You promised me my boyfriend would come back alive and well!" you shout. Pietro looks over at you, noticing that you're asleep and having a nightmare. He quickly places his book on the floor and rushes over to you, crossing your small apartment bedroom in less than half a second.

"Draga, I'm here. I'm alive draga. Y/N, wake up! Wake up my dear!" he says, shaking your shoulders, trying to wake you. "Wake up, draga!" he shouts in your ear, shocking you awake. You bolt into a sitting position, crashing your forehead on your boyfriends.

"Ow. That hurt." you mutter, clutching your head in pain.

"Oh! I'm sorry draga! I'll go get you some ice! I'll be right back." he says, holding his forehead as well. He leans down and presses a kiss to your head before running out of the room and returning five seconds later with two ice packs in his hands.

"Thank you baby. I love you Pietro." you say, taking the cold pack he offers to you before reaching up with your free hand to pull him in for a sweet kiss. You feel him smile slightly into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.

Thor Odinson: As soon as you wake from the horrible dream, you get up from your bed and stride to your balcony. "Oh, lord." You mumble. Holding your chest, you look out at the sunrise over the royal gardens, and notice movement by the royal stables. Upon a closer look, you realize it is Lady Sif, prepping a horse for a ride.

"Darling? What are you doing out on the balcony this early in the morning? The sun's not even fully up yet. Come back to bed, my queen." mumbles Thor, his eyes open to little slits, peering over at you from the bed.

"Sorry Thor, darling. I had a nightmare and needed some fresh air. I didn't mean to wake you, my love." you say quietly, crossing the room again.

"Oh, no. You didn't wake me. I just sensed your missing presence and woke up. A nightmare you say. What was it about?" he asks, worry evident on his face as you join him in bed again.

"I'll tell you about it later darling. Let's just go back to sleep. I am still tired and bet you are too." you say, sliding to snuggle against your fiance's chest.

"Alright. Sleep well my love. Sweet dreams. I love you."

"I love you too, Thor."

Loki Laufeyson: "Darling! Darling wake up!" yells your husband, shaking your shuddering from. You bolt upright, nearly bashing your forehead on his. Before you do, his hand blocks your foreheads from touching with a gentle hand. "Love, relax. Breathe. It's alright. I'm here. Just breathe my dear." he soothes, hands snaking around you and pulling your body to rest on top of his. He gently tucks your head into the conjunction between his neck and shoulder.

"Oh Norns." you mumble, struggling to even out your breaths.

"You're alright my dear. I'm here for you. I'm here." he says softly, hand rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers grip onto the hairs at the back of his neck. Your shaking shoulders gradually become still as your breath evens out. "Would you like to tell me why you were screaming in your sleep, my queen?" he asks quietly.

"I was having a nightmare, Loki." you mutter into his skin.

He rolls his eyes before speaking again."Yes, I understand that you were having a nightmare my love. Do you mind telling me what it was about?" he asks, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"I watched you die... By the hands of Thor." you whisper, tucking your face closer to his neck.

"Well, seeing as Thor could barely catch me when we were younger, I doubt he could catch me now. Let alone overpower me. You have nothing to worry about my love. Thor is too much of a people-pleaser to even think about killing me." he says, chuckling slightly.

"I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep. I love you, Loki." you mumble, letting your breathing even out.

"Alright my dear. I'll see you in the morning. I love you too, my queen." he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you begin to drift back into unconsciousness.

Lady Sif: "My dear, what on Midguard are you doing awake so early?" asks your wife, coming into the armoury. She comes up beside you, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek but you flinch away from her. "Y/N? What is wrong, my love?" She asks, concern on her face.

"Nothing Sif. I'm fine." you say, pulling your silver polish out of your tool belt, along with a shammy. You grab one of the swords off the wall and pour some polish onto your cloth and begin to rubs at a tarnished spot on the blade.

"No you're not. You flinched when I went to give you a kiss. Not once in the time we were courting and in our marriage have you ever flinched at my actions. So tell me, what is wrong?" she says, pulling the weapon in your hands away and placing it on the bench before moving to stand in front of you. She takes your hands in hers and looks down at you. "Y/N. Tell me what's wrong." she says as tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"I'm scared Sif. I'm terrified I'm going to lose you to battle. I need you. I- I just don't want to lose you to a mistake on the battle field." you whimper, sniffling slightly as you try to stop the tears that are beginning to flow.

"Oh Y/N. Come here my love. It's alright. I'm here. And when I'm not, I'm being careful on the battlefield. I promise you, I won't leave you in the way of death in battle. You're alright." says your wife, pulling you into her body. She hugs you close to her as you cry into her shoulder. When you finally manage to stop the tears and pull away from your wife, she stops you as you reach for the sword again. "You and I are both taking the day. One of the others will get to it. Leave it, love. Let's go back to our chambers and cuddle for a bit. Sound good?"

"But what about-?" she cuts you off with a peck of a kiss.

"No. Leave it. I'll have a kitchen maid bring us some food around lunch and again at dinner. Put the shammy away." she says, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the armoury. Hastily you stuff the shammy cloth back into the pouch where it came from. When you reach your quarters, Sif closes the door and begins to undress you. When she begins to unlace your corset, you let out a deep, relieved breath. You let her strip you down to your bra and underwear before pulling away from her slightly. "You're alright, my love. I wasn't going to strip you naked, I just want you to be comfortable. Why don't you go lay down while I undress?" she suggests, pulling you against her gently. She presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head and you return them on her collarbones. You eventually pull away and go lay on your shared king sized bed. You watch as your wife begins to undress herself in front of you. "Do you like what you see, my love?" she teases, pulling her under shirt off to reveal her toned abdominal muscles and her breasts.

"You know I do, Sif. Now come cuddle me." you flirt back before demanding her physical affection. She smiles and climbs into bed with you.

"I'm here, my love. Do want to tell me what your nightmare was fully about?" she asks letting you cuddle into her, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Just a large battle. You dying. Lots of blood. You were dying very slowly, bleeding out from a deep dagger wound to the abdomen. It was right about here." you say, shifting yourself back wards and moving your hand to rest on the lower left side of her abdomen. You blush slightly as you realize where your hand is.

"Darling are you blushing? Just from touching my bare midriff?" Sif asks, glancing down at your face. You nod shyly. "Darling we have been married for over a thousand years! Adorable you are!" she says, pulling you tighter against herself.

Dr. Strange: You bolt upright in your bed and see the Cloak of Levitation floating right beside you. "I'm fine, Levi. Do not tell Stephen that I am awake. It's nothing but a little night-terror. Nothing I haven't dealt with before." you say to the fabric, using a strict voice. You listen carefully and hear absolute silence. "Stephen must be downstairs. I should be safe to hop in the shower then." You slip out of bed, and shove your feet into your slippers. Walking to your bathroom, you manage to not cause a single floorboard to creak under your feet. The New York Sanctum is eerily quiet. As you begin to apply the conditioner to your hair, there is a knock on the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" asks Stephens voice from outside the bathroom.

"For fucks sake." you mutter, rinsing your hands off in the stream of water. "Yes Steve! I'm fine! Just woke up a little early!" you call to him, lying through your teeth.

"No you didn't. You never 'just wake up early' Y/N. Don't lie to me." he says, opening the door and stepping inside. You roll your eyes as he leans against the counter top. "Tell me the truth, hon. Why are you awake three and a half hours before you usually are?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You turn towards him and glare through the fogged glass at him. "Glare all you like, sweetheart. I'm staying here until you answer my question." he says stubbornly.

"Stephen Vincent Strange. Get your ass out of the bathroom, right now. I had a nightmare. Nothing too bad but enough to wake me up. Now get out!" you say, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

"Alright. Alright. I love you." he calls as he leaves.

"I love you too, Steve." you smile at his retreating form before shutting the water off. You step out and wrap your torso in a towel before wiping your feet on the mat and returning to your bedroom. You close the door behind you and walk towards the walk in closet you share with your husband. grabbing some clothes you dry yourself off before dropping the towel to the floor. As you bend over to pull your underwear up your legs, you feel a large hand smack your ass and grab hold of it. "Steve. Now is not the time. The Avengers are visiting later this morning. We can't do this right now." you say, straightening up and pulling the thin cloth up your legs easily.

"Come on love. It won't take long, I promise." he says, groping your breast from behind, pressing his crotch to your ass.

"No Stephen. I love you, but we both know you can't keep it short. Later." you say, turning towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before drawing away from him to continue dressing.

Carol Danvers: When Carol opens the door to your apartment, it's nearly three in the morning so she is very surprised to see you on the couch, wide awake. "Y/N? What are you doing up, my love?" she asks, shutting the door softly and dropping her duffel onto the wooden floor.

"Carol! You're home!" you say, a smile breaking out on your face. You get up to go give her a hug and kiss but you fall back onto the couch. That's when Carol gets a text message from Fury.

"Check on Agent Y/L/N. She's been unsteady at work recently and been drinking a lot more coffee and energy drinks." it reads. She nods before glancing back at you.

"Y/N? What's wrong my love? Fury says you haven't been normal recently. No sweetie, don't try and get up, I'll come to you." she says, tucking he phone back into her pocket before crossing the room to sit with you. When she sits next to you, you almost immediately slump into her and begin to shake. "Hey, Y/N, look at me please. Look at me baby. Oh, babes, you look so tired. So tired. Why haven't you been sleeping?" she coos, stroking your cheek.

"Nightmares. Been having nightmares. Why am I shaking?! Why can't I stop shaking?! What's wrong with me?! Why can't I stop shaking Carol!?" you begin to panic, which makes your body shake harder.

"Baby, calm down. Take a deep breath for me. Take some deep breaths. Nick says your been drinking lots of coffee and energy drinks. How long has it been since you slept, baby? Do you know how long it's been?"

"Three days? Maybe four?" you say, still clearly panicking.

"Oh Y/N. You're not going in tomorrow. No, you’re staying here so I can take care of you. Let's go to bed, yeah?" she says, pressing light kisses to your forehead.

"No! No! I can't sleep! I'll have nightmares again!" you protest, but Carol's already picked you up into the cradle of her arms.

"You're fine baby. I'm here. I'll protect you. You're okay, my love." she says, kicking the bedroom door open with her foot. She easily carries you to the bed and gently sets you down. Quickly making work of your office button down, she tugs that off of your shoulders and arms. She then easily unbuckles your belt and undoes your pants. She pulls them off of your legs and tucks you into bed. Once you're snugly in place she undresses and grabs one of her night shirts to sleep in. Throwing that over her head, she joins you in the bed. "Come here baby. I've got you." she says, rubbing your back gently as you curl into her side.

~Time Skip~ *The Next Morning*

"Hey baby, good morning. How are you feeling my love?" says Carol as you roll onto your back and pry your eyes open a slit before throwing an arm over your face to block your eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds.

"I feel like shit. I don't remember the last three days. When did you get home?" you ask after clearing your throat and pulling yourself into a sitting position.

"I got home last night, about three a.m. You didn't sleep for nearly four days and drank a fuck ton of caffiene. Thats why you remember nothing. Your little brain can't handle that much stimulant, baby girl." says Carol, pinching your cheek softly.

You groan at the uncomfortable feeling. "Carol... Stop that!" you whine, rolling towards your girlfriend and burying your face in her chest. "Wait! What time is it?!" you ask, bringing your wrist up to your face and checking the time. "Shit! I'm so screwed!" you begin to panic, trying to throw the blankets off of your body.

"Baby, relax. You've got the day off, courtesy of Nick and yours truly. Lay back and snuggle into bed again, beautiful. I'm going to pop around to my place and collect your favourite flerkin. Love you, baby girl."

"Yay! Goosie! Love you too, and thanks babe."

"No problem Y/N. I'll be back in twenty minutes and I had better find you in bed still, missy."

"Alright, I'll follow the Captians orders, unless there's a punishment to be dealt if I don't obey."

"No punishment this time baby. You need to rest. Not get your brains fucked out of you." She winks at you before collecting her clothes from the night before and heading to the bathroom to get dressed. When she comes back out her hair is brushed through and styled. "See you in twenty minutes babes!" she calls, walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind her with her key.

T’challa : "Good morning Shuri!" you call as you enter her lab.

"Good morning! You're awake earlier than normal Y/N. How are you?" she asks, smiling at you.

You return the grin before answering. "I'm tired from last night if you catch my drift. But it also doesn't help that I had a nightmare either. Hence why I'm up so early today. I couldn't get back to sleep after about half an hour of laying in bed so I gave up."

"Oh? That sucks, good thing my brother is a deep sleeper then. He won't be pleased if he finds out you had a nightmare and didn't wake him up, you know."

"Yes I know Shuri. Please don't tell him."

"Don't worry sister, I won't say a word to him. Join me for breakfast? The kitchen made muffins!" she says, offering you an arm.

"I would love to! I really love him, you know?" You agree and playfully slip an arm through hers and let her lead you down the hall towards the dining area.

"Oh I know. I can tell just by the way you look at my brother that you love him. You don't need to admit that to me, you should really tell him though. Because he loves you as well. He truly does."

When the pair of you enter the dining hall, you see her and T'Challa's mother sitting at the table. "Come to eat again, have you Shuri?" she teases, kissing your cheek as you sit beside her.

"You can never have enough of the muffins! They're so good!" she defends herself, grabbing another muffin from the tray. You scrunch your nose at the pair of women in the room with you. When you finish eating breakfast, you and Shuri return to her lab, you assisting her with some of the typing she has to do. "How do you type so fast Y/N?!"

"Because she was an author for a news paper, back in California, sister. She did a lot of typing in a day." says your fiancee, entering the lab. "Good morning my love." he croons, kissing your cheek causing your face to flush red.

#carol danvers #wanda and pietro #clint #bucky imagine #tony stark #lady sif #sam wilson #x reader oneshot #one shot #pepper potts #peter parker #natasha romanoff #loki (marvel)#thor #steve rogers #stephen strange #tchalla #bruce banner #x reader headcanons

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dearest-painter · 6 months

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Pietro anon

Fem!reader and oneshot :>

Got ya! And I think you want it romantic so imma make it romantic!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive behavior, abusive relationship, already established relationship, Pietro just casually threatening someone who flirted with his girl, PIETRO LIKE THREATENING TO KILL A MAN AND OTHER STUFF, THREATENING!, THE THREATENING MIGHT BE TO GRAPHIC!!, tell me if I need to add anything

Summary:Pietro Maximoff is known for being possessive with his girlfriend, usually he acts pretty calm but…when someone tries to take his girlfriend his tendencies come out

Pietro glared at the man in front of you, usually he’s okay with you talking to others yet..this guy wouldn’t leave you alone. Pietro got up and walked up to you, when he got closer he saw your face being uncomfortable which made him even more mad at the guy. “Y/N, Love, could you go to the car? I think you forgot your purse” Pietro said as he forced a smile.

You knew you didn’t have a purse but as long as you could get away from this guy then you’ll take that chance. “Ah thank you dear!” You rushed to the car, not caring if Pietro ‘accidentally’ kills the man like last time. Pietro waited until you were out of hearing before he looked at the man. “Talk to her again and I’ll fucking kill you” the man looked shocked but before he could say anything Pietro spoke again.

“That’s my girlfriend, and she’s MINE! The next time I see you flirting or even staring at her I will rip your esophagus out, tie it around your body, and hand your corpse in front of your fucking house as I rip your tongue and teeth out so that you won’t even speak in hell” Pietro coldly said. Before he could continue you walked up to him and kissed his cheek. “I couldn’t find it so I think I left it at home” you calmly said. Pietro smiled at you as he chuckled. “Ah that makes sense..now let’s continue with our day?” You nodded your head at Pietro’s question.

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #romantic yandere #fem!reader #female reader #fem reader #yandere x female reader #Yandere x fem!reader #yandere x fem reader #yandere marvel #yandere oneshot #Pietro Anon

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luv4-liv · 1 day

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𓍢ִ໋➳ Harry Potter ↷

━━━ Theodore Nott

• — ❝First Time❞

• — ❝Good, very good morning❞

• — ❝You know what the best thing about having a baby is, honey?❞ (theodore's version)

━━━ Remus Lupin

• — ❝Take the stress out of you❞

⛥

𓍢ִ໋➳ Marvel ↷

━━━ Steve Rogers

• — ❝Captain❞

━━━ Pietro Maximoff

• — ❝In change of..❞

━━━ Loki Laufeyson

• — ❝You know what the best thing about having a baby is, Honey?❞ (loki's version)

And more, coming soon!🌪️

You can find me on wattpad, in Spanish as @delicateew ♡︎

#masterlist #one shot #marvel #the avengers #+18 content #harry potter #los vengadores #marvel smut #harry potter oneshot #slytherin #gryffindor #theodore nott #remus lupin #capitan america #pietro maximoff #loki laufeyson

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teddypines · 8 days

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Cat and Coulson

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Sumary: Cat got left alone for the day as the Avengers went on a mission. She meets some new people and spents time with her favourite S.H.I.E.L.D personel.

Fun fact: Cat's full name is Cupcake Amelia Tessa. Thor, thought of the Cupcake part and is very proud of it.

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(Cats pov.)

I was home alone. I was alone at home, and they left me! Okay, okay, that may be a bit dramatic. Everyone is just on a mission or at home with their family.

But I am bored, and I don't like that. I need attention and love!

As I was sitting on the couch, when the most amazing idea popped into my head. S.H.I.E.L.D. is also here. I can visit my favorite agents. I just need to get there. I jumped off the couch and made my way to the door. As I wandered around the hallway on my way to S.H.I.E.L.Ds floor, I greeted everyone who I saw with a happy meow. I love greeting the S.H.I.E.L.D agents, they are always so sweet and nice when I meow at them.

When I reached S.H.I.E.L.Ds lab, I jumped on one of the work benches to greet Fitz and Simmons. They didn't hear me at first, because of the man they were talking to. He was big, really tall and muscular. Also a bit furry in some way. I meowed a bit louder, and they turned to me. Fitz and Simmons looked really happy to see me and started petting me, saying the sweetest words. The man looks a bit grumpy, I wonder what he's doing here.

I meowed happily at Fitz and Simmons and purred loudly. The grumpy man rolled his eyes a bit. "So you are just gonna pet a random cat that walked in?" The men said to Fitz and Simmons, which made Fitz gasp a bit. "This is not just some random cat! This is Cat! The Avengers cat, and S.H.I.E.L.DS mascot! She is our precious kitty!" Fitz said to the grumpy man. I like how Fitz gets mad in a cute way, I know Simmons likes that too.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just a cat" The man said as he waved Fitz's comments off. "She me be just a cat to you, Logan, but she means a lot to us. Now i bet you want to go to Coulson'' Simmons said to me after telling the grumpy man, who I guess is named Logan, that I am not just a cat. I meowed when she mentioned Coulson. I really wanted to take a nap on his lap. It was just the perfect nap place.

Simmons laughed and picked me up. "I'll be right back, got to bring this fluffball to Coulson" She tells Logan and Fitz before carrying me to Coulson's office.

Simmons carried me all the way to Coulson's office and dropped me off at the door before leaving me alone. Of course the door was closed and Simmons forgot to knock on it for me. I guess, I'll just have to do what i do best, be an annoying little demon. I moewed loudly and started to scratch the door with my paws. “MreooooooW! MrREoooOow!” finally after a few really loud meows, Coulson opened his office door and let me inside. “We should really get you more cat doors.” Coulson laughed while closing the door.

I just jumped onto Coulson's desk and waited for him to sit back in his spinny chair. Coulson sighed once his papers got messed up and squished by my butt. I love teasing him like this. Coulson fixed the small mess I made and got back to work. He was amazing, tho i could see all the things that happened over the years took a toll on him. He looked a bit older than what he actually was and he had smile lines, but those were a good thing.

"What do you think, would Tony like it if I cut off half of his party founds?" Coulson asked me. I looked up and meowed twice, he of course knew that ment no. "You're tight he wouldn't, but he will just have to deal with it" Coulson laughed and typed away on his keyboard.

Over the next hour I napped on Coulson's desk, papers and keyboard as he tried to work on his important S.H.I.E.L.D business. I slowly stretched and got into Coulson's lap before continuing my nap.

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(Third person pv)

It was late at night when the Avengers finally got back to the compound. Everyone was tried and done with the day, yet Cat wasn't anywhere to be found. Thor panicked the most out of everyone. Clearly the tired god couldn't take not seeing his favorite little kitty cat before bed.

“We need to find Cupcake! What if someone catnapped her! What if she is stuck and can't call for help?!” Thor said panicky as he paced around the room.

“It's okay Thor Cat is smart enough to not be catnapped” Natasha reassured Thor as she as she helped Wanda clean a small cut on her arm “I bet she's probably somewhere warm, taking a nice long nap”

This did not reassure Thor at all. “But she's just a kitty.” “A strong independent kitty, Thor. Never underestimate a angry kitty” Pietro said, knowing all too well how sharp Cat's nails can be. “never underestimate a kitty, Thor, never”

Steve walked into the room again after changing into his pajamas, just catching the last bit of the conversation. “What's going on?” “Thor is panicking over why Cat hasn't shown up yet” Bucky answered as he walked up to Steve. Giving his cheek a quick kiss and left the room to go shower. “Owh, i guess she's with Phill then”

“Phill?” Tony asked, confused. “Yes, Phill, you know agent Coulson?” Steve answered with a raised eyebrow. “No, no, we went over this. His first name is agent, not Phill.” Tony said stubbornly, not accepting that Coulson's first name was Phill and not agent. Everyone just sighed at Tony's stubbornness, except Thor. He ran to find Cat as soon as he heard Steve say she might be with Coulson.

Cat and Coulson were peacefully napping in Coulson’s office when Thor bursted through the door. Thor didn’t realize that the two of them were asleep. He was about to say something when Loki put a hand over Thor’s mouth. “Don’t brother, let them sleep. Cat will find her way back to you when she is ready.” Loki whispered to Thor as he looked over at the peaceful Cat and agent. Thor pouted, but listened to Loki and left to go to bed. Loki looked at Cat and Coulson and took a quick picture of the two. Of course for blackmail, totally not because he thought they looked cute. He left the office door open just a tiny bit and went to bed himself.

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sebsbarnes · 3 months

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phantom pain || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x reader

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been

warnings: insecurities, none really?? (i think)

word count: 2.9k+ ; angst, comfort

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a/n: this is a rewrite of a bucky fic i wrote 6 years ago but now much longer, better, and for pietro. sorry for grammar/editing mistakes that are prob here but still enjoy

pietro knew you had been hiding something. he had known you for three years and had been dating you for almost two. over the course of the months and weeks spent with the other he had grown accustomed to your silent cues. the silence that would consume you when tony's party carried on too late and you desperately wished to exit or when you performed poorly during training and steve berated you with tips. but mostly the silence that would linger around you when you were alone. not all the time, no, but there were times when pietro could feel and see the physical shift in your body language.

he never wanted to pry not as a friend or a boyfriend. pietro understood that every avenger has a past life, one that the others are unaware of. though he loved playing back the memories of his childhood and his parents, he too would shift into a silent shell of a person and he would want nothing more than to be left alone and not questioned. pietro loved the abilities he had but some days he wondered whether the extreme heat of his body or the slow-moving world around him actually made him sad. life was no longer normal, his body was no longer normal, nothing was normal.

this is exactly how you felt. the tragedies in your life were sometimes unbearable and if you could disappear you would but you had so much to be thankful for. if it wasn't for the accident you wouldn't be an avenger, you wouldn't have the friends you have, you wouldn't experience even half of what you've had now, and you wouldn't have pietro, the love of your life. at the end of the day you were alive and more than often, incredibly happy.

but there were those times you fell into silence over your newfound life, mainly the consequences of the accident. your memory still struggled, you were weak for a very long time, and when the weather got too cold you could feel the ache in your bones. you weren't like the rest of the avengers who possessed special abilities or were highly skilled in combat. three and a half years ago you were a normal person. you had a normal life, job, family, and friends, up until the accident. and every day the phantom pain reminds you of what was taken.

it was winter when you first met all the avengers. they all lived together and after you recovered from the accident, tony wanted you here, to live here. you protested the idea for a while claiming that tony's generosity was far too much. he had already saved you from the accident and offering a space to live and a job was incredulous, but after much debate you agreed. that first day you silently sat in the corner of the room while all the avengers had a meeting. you swayed back and forth in the rolling chair, taking in the information and occasionally stealing glances at a silver-haired man.

"and this is (y/n)!," tony exclaimed, "our newest friend here so please for the love of god be kind during the acclamation period. i'm already prematurely greying and i don't need anymore."

the meeting was over and one by one the avengers came to greet you, offering their names and welcomes and soon the silver-haired man approached you.

pietro stuck his hand out to shake yours. he found it odd that despite the room being almost swelteringly hot from the heater, you still had your gloves on.

"i'm pietro."

it was about three weeks later you found yourself sitting with pietro, clint, steve, and natasha. everyone was sitting on the couch talking about whatever topic you possibly could conjure up. there was a lull in conversation before clint spoke up.

"hey," he said turning towards you, "why do you have gloves on?"

it was as if clint never spoke and without missing a beat you stood up, looking down at pietro, "wanna help me finish building my desk?"

pietro hesitated a moment, eyes flickering over to clint, "of course."

pietro had come to learn not to question why you covered your hands in those first few months. any mention of you hiding them was never met with an answer. he was protective of you and he felt himself falling for you each day, and you the same. the two of you did a lot together, you cooked, clean, went out, watched movies, almost everything together and you loved it. it felt like home here and pietro felt like home.

it was a big dinner, the night you finally took your gloves off. there was no special reason why, to be frank, you just decided to no longer be embarrassed.

"c'mon kid we all got something weird about us. i play in a suit all day, cap runs around in tights, pietro is faster than the speed of light, and parker shoots webs... from his hands!" tony ranted on.

you sighed, "i know. i just feel weird on top of this because i am still new here."

"we all have been new," tony started, inspecting your hands one final time, "no one will judge you, kid, but take it at your own pace. you don't owe anyone nothing. well, maybe except me," he winked.

only two hours later you were all seated at the big table with everyone to eat. from tony, to pietro, to thor, to natasha, to sam, everyone was here. next to you was tony and rhodey, pietro across from you pulling funny faces while the food was served out. you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap trying to stall picking up the fork and knife. everyone had started eating and chatting amongst the group when you finally lifted your arms to the table and started cutting into the chicken.

pietro watched as you shifted in your seat, your forearms coming to rest on the white cloth and your fingers wrapping around the fork and knife. the first time he has ever seen your hands.

your metal hands.

after that night there were murmurs throughout the crew about the state of your hands. people were confused why someone who led a normal life ended up with metal hands, similar to bucky's arm. the word accident had floated through the air but you never commented on it.

winter had turned into spring that ended all too quickly and now it was the dead of summer. the day was slow and pietro was bored and craving movement. his head was hanging over the arm of the couch, his silver hair hung to the floor.

"want to get ice cream?" he asked.

"it's like you read my mind," you grinned swiping your wallet off the counter.

you and pietro wandered around town aimlessly before stopping at the ice cream shop. he admired the way you threw your head back in laughter and the way you covered your mouth when he said something outlandish. even though pietro's body ran warm he could feel the increasing heat spread throughout his cheeks each time you shot him a smile and his name rolled off your lips.

in an instant, he thought he ruined it all when he reached out and wrapped his fingers in yours. he felt your fingers twitching and the way you misstepped.

"i'm sorry," accent thick as he retracted his hand.

you smiled softly at him before gently grabbing his hand, "don't be."

it was that day over a hot fudge sundae that you told pietro what had happened. it was a horrible car accident early in the winter before you met the avengers. there were several cars and buses involved. not only did you lose your hands that day but your family. tony was also in this accident, his car had actually collided with yours, though his vehicle wasn't the one that caused your injuries. he had rushed to help you and immediately took on a parental role when he observed the condition of everyone else in the car. you were bruised and bloody with several fractured bones, but mainly, every bone in both your hands were shattered beyond repair. tony took you to his doctors where you all came to the difficult decision that your hands had to go, but tony offered you a solution. to replace the once skin and bones with metal.

pietro listened the entire time letting you go on and on to which you apologized for being boring. 'no dragă' he would whisper and you continued on with his thumb running over your knuckles. the gesture comforted you but the voice in the back of your head nagged that it was out of pity.

the months began to fly past faster than you could imagine. you and pietro were inseparable. anytime the members walked past the two of you they'd fake gag or pretend to cry. once wanda had muttered under her breath how she never thought pietro would actually date someone. you would only get shy over it and pietro found it amusing and would pinch at your cheeks. it was only when the two of you officially started dating when pietro would notice the different type of silence you'd fall into.

he would sometimes catch you sitting on the edge of your bed staring at your hands the features on your face contorted with disgust.

"what is the matter?" he questioned.

"oh nothing," you sighed with a fake smile, placing your hands beside you.

or the times pietro noticed the way you hesitated before touching him.

"am i that scary dragă?" pietro joked with a sickly smile.

your features would soften and the lines between your brows disappeared, "the most terrifying," you winked.

or the times pietro saw the way you gazed at other people's hands when they came into contact with pietro.

"doesn't his hair look good like this?" wanda asked you as she finished braiding her brother's hair. the two of them looking at you in the mirror.

you didn't respond right away. you were too distracted watching the way her fingers weaved their way through his silver hair and grazed his scalp while pulling hair into its pattern. with the most pitiful smile, you responded.

"amazing."

pietro knew that eventually, you would confide in him over the way you viewed your hands. he didn't want to overstep, that wasn't the relationship the two of you had. the late nights pietro spent shaking under the blankets from nightmares, you never asked him. you held him close to you and hummed a small tune to calm him down and you did that every night without fail. one day over breakfast he finally confided in you over the terrors that haunted his dreams.

what pietro didn't expect was that today on your second anniversary was the day you would finally scream your frustrations out. the two of you weren't doing anything special and nor did you want to. all the avengers insisted you at least leave home and do something for a little while. that's why you found yourselves lazily walking around a park, hand-in-hand, arms swinging and shoulders bumping. the sound of laughter echoed through the park and you swore the leaves shook. you were happy, beyond happy. pietro and you were madly in love and there wasn't one thing you could wish for, maybe.

suddenly the wind picked up and the dark clouds rolled above and unleashed raindrops that were nearly the size of baseballs.

"oh my god!" you squealed.

"it is so cold!" pietro laughed loudly.

you were squinting through the pouring rain, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin, pietro was dancing around in a circle with his tongue out in hopes of catching the water. pietro grabbed onto your forearms pulling you into him.

"you look so cute right now," he yelled over the thunderous rain.

"don't be silly! i look like a mess!" you giggled slightly swatting at his chest.

pietro leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his smile growing wider as if his mouth was a plant and the rain was helping it grow. his fingers brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you once more on the forehead.

"there's so many droplets on your lashes!" you exclaimed. pietro watched your lips pull into a smile. the sun wasn't out but he could've been fooled by the way your eyes shined at him. he watched as you lifted your hand to brush the droplets off, and then suddenly, it all changed.

pietro watched as your smile dropped into parted lips of disgust and shame, your eyebrows pulled together in the middle, and rain was no longer the only thing running down your face. you faltered in your step backward and pietro reached out to steady you but you pulled back further. it was like you were a toy and your batteries had just run out you were so still.

"b-baby what is wrong?" the worried etched onto his face was almost painful.

"i'm jealous," you cried, your bottom lip shaking violently.

pietro shook his head, "my love what is going on? you are worrying me."

you lifted your hands in front of your face, your eyes trailed down every finger and across your palm to the back of your hand. the small metal panels almost mocking you as you could see your eyes reflect back at you. at this moment pietro started to piece together all the instances in the past.

"i can't feel you," you wallowed, "i can't feel your skin, pietro. my hands!" he watched as you stretched your arms out to show him your hands as if he'd never seen them before.

"i'm envious of everything that can feel you! the rain, your clothes, everyone else, but not me, i can't! do you know how badly i want to feel the texture of your hair or the tears you cry or-or the skin on your lips and i can't! i crave the feeling of you and i'll never get to know that. i want to feel the plastic of a pen or grass between my fingers or the calluses of training too hard and i'll never get that again. the phantom pain i have will never be as painful as never being able to hold you with my real hands."

as your cries grew louder the storm cleared up to let you have the stage. you stood in front of pietro as the shell of the person he would see those times you were alone silently observing your hands. even though he wasn't the one yelling, he felt as if his own vocal chords were being shredded, he could feel the chambers in his heart slowly start to shut down one by one, and the burn in his eyes was almost blinding.

he slowly stepped towards you cautious not to make you jerk backwards again. the tears in each of your eyes seemed to sync up and roll down together. pietro gently grabbed your hand, grateful that you let him, and held it to his cheek.

"this, my love, this is me. this is the me that only you will know and no one else. it is not the same as everyone else but different much like us," he said gently, his other hand gesturing between your bodies, "if i could do anything in the world, no matter the cost, to help with your hands i would and i am so sorry i cannot," pietro was now holding your face in his hands.

"but i want you to know i love you for everything that you are and i always will. no matter what the future has in store for us, in my heart, you will always be first. and- and i know there are other reasons why you dislike your hands but i never want to be the reason that you dislike something about yourself. maybe i can talk to mr. stark, yeah?" he pondered nodding his head rapidly, "maybe we can figure something out and give your hands an upgrade. maybe he knows someone?"

you sniffled, looking lovingly at pietro who was trying to think of any possibility even though you both had discussed in the past that there was nothing that could be done for your hands. that day tony saved you was the best opportunity you could get to help your hands and nothing in the world could beat it.

"i love you so much pietro, you are everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and more," you spoke, resting your face further into his hands.

pietro ran his hands across your shoulders and down your arms to hold onto your wrists. he brought your hand up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to your fingertips until all ten were loved. pietro pulled you into a hug, one palm resting flat against your spine and the other holding the back of your head. you leaned into his chest and let your ear listen to the thump of his heart. the two of you stood there motionless. minutes passed by and neither of you dared to move. to an unobservant eye, you two could've passed as a statue. two lovers forever memorialized in the dusk of the sky, the rain puddles collecting at your feet, and a love story forever admired over.

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heliads · 1 year

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Hii! Can I please request getting into an argument with Pietro Maximoff after fem!reader put herself in danger to protect him?

pietro maximoff the man that you are

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Keeping Pietro Maximoff in check might just be the hardest job there is. You have years of S.H.I.E.L.D. training, not to mention countless dangerous missions under your belt, yet trying to keep him out of trouble is the most difficult task so far.

It’s like the guy has a death wish. Every time you’re in a situation that goes even remotely south, Pietro is hurling himself at the speed of light towards anything that could possibly cause harm. It’s like he’s a magnet attracted only to getting totally annihilated in a fight.

The problem is that Pietro does all this and is good enough that he still wins, so he never learns his lesson. No matter how many times you chew him out for neglecting to take proper stock of a situation before running headlong into danger, he’s able to grin at you and say that seeing as he completed the objective of the mission, he doesn’t see anything wrong with it.

Now, what you see wrong with it could fill several books, but apparently you’re the only one who realizes that. Every time you bring up the fact that Pietro is going to get himself killed, the speedster just laughs it off. He’ll say something about how he’s so touched that you care, but never actually change.

It’s infuriating. Being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you’ve heard a thousand and one lectures on the importance of sticking by the books and doing things right. Why Pietro seems to think otherwise, you’ll never understand. The problem is that he’s your mission partner, so his recklessness is your issue. If Pietro were by himself, he could chase death as many times as he wants, but he’s on your clock, and that means you need to get him under control.

You’ve tried every trick to get him to focus and follow the rules of S.H.I.E.L.D.-ordained combat, but nothing works. You train with him for hours in the Avengers facility; he gets better at martial arts, sure, but then he just knows more tricks for disarming enemy agents as he charges them. You present lecture after lecture on proper battle strategy; he ignores them all.

At one point, you got so annoyed that you requested to get another partner. Most Avengers have a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that they work with in teams of two on missions. It’s rare that all of the Avengers called out together, after all. Most of the time, one or two of the heroes is all that’s needed. As a bit of an insurance policy, Fury decided that the Avengers would each work with a specific agent. That way, the agent could plan out countermoves and make sure the plan works before they rush in and save the day.

Before you were landed with Pietro as your assignment, you were used to working alone. All agents are, it’s what you’re taught to do from your first days in S.H.I.E.L.D. academy. Sure, you can work with a team if need be, but you can also complete a mission meant for ten all by yourself. You’re damn good at it, too; that’s why Fury chose you for this whole partners idea with the Avengers. He knew you could handle yourself and someone else. You could watch a thousand backs if need be, but right now, the only people in this world you have to protect are yourself and your partner.

It would be wonderful if you could have been placed with a reasonable Avenger, though. You were really angling for Natasha Romanoff as the two of you were already friends, but some rules were bent and now Nat and Clint Barton are partners. You’re not about to argue with that, though. Fury knows no one gets stuff done like them.

There were many other options, though. You could have been placed with Steve Rogers, now that’s someone who always has a plan. Even Tony Stark is capable of critical thought. But no, Fury thought you’d work best with Pietro Maximoff. You’d never accuse the director of lapses in judgment, certainly not to his face, but maybe in private you’d whisper it in the recesses of your own head. Fury makes no mistakes, but this isn’t working in the slightest.

You may not be able to do anything about it, but you can certainly complain to Natasha whenever you please, and so you do. The two of you are fixing up your weapons now in preparation for upcoming missions on the other sides of the world. Your hands stay busy with bullets and barrels, but your tongues aren’t exactly idle either. You and Nat are some of the best agents in the game, and that means you’ve got vaults of gossip that could ruin half the agency.

Pietro is always your favorite topic of conversation, though, and today is no exception. You and Pietro will be heading out on a mission early tomorrow. Although you made sure your briefing presentation was as easy to understand as possible, you’re certain that he’ll still find a way to blow it all off when the time comes.

You grimace as you fiddle with the trigger of your second favorite pistol. “I just don’t get it, Nat. Pietro knows the stakes of this mission. He knows the stakes of every mission we’ve gone on. So why is it that he completely disregards everything we’ve agreed upon to hurl himself into trouble the second things start getting dicey?”

Natasha chuckles. “Maybe he does it to get a rise out of you. You know Pietro, the guy can’t take anything seriously.”

“I’m well aware of that,” you groan, “and it’s working, to be sure, but come on. The missions are intense, even for me. I can’t be trying to complete the objective and drag his ass out of danger every five seconds.”

Natasha taps her fingers against an empty cartridge as she thinks. “I know you love to complain about him, but in all honesty, the two of you do work really well as partners.”

She holds up a hand when you shoot her an incredulous glance. “Yeah, yeah, he’s a pain to work with, but it’s true. I mean, have the two of you ever failed a mission? Neither of you have ever been injured more than a sprained ankle or paper cut. For the level of danger that you’re encountering, that’s really impressive. You’re human, Y/N. The fact that you have yet to get seriously hurt on any of these ventures is crazy.”

You lean back against the wall as you think about what she said. “That’s mainly because Pietro draws all the enemy fire by doing his usual shenanigans. While the enemy agents are distracted by him, I take them out. It works, yeah, but–”

Nat cuts you off. “But it works. You’re an agent, Y/N, you know things can’t always go according to your plan. If it’s good, then it’s good.”

You make a face. “I hate it when you make sense. What if I just want to complain about him and his stupid troublemaking attitude?”

Natasha cracks a grin. “That’s something entirely different. That’s completely fine.”

You laugh at that, but even after the conversation switches topics, you’re left wondering about what Natasha said. She’s not wrong, is she? Pietro does get the job done, even if he does it in the most baffling way known to man.

Still, you would appreciate it if he could give even a little bit of a heads up when he feels like doing something strange. When the next morning comes around and it’s time for the mission to begin, you find yourself wondering what on earth he’ll get up to this time.

Pietro greets you outside your assigned Quinjet with his usual grin. “Wonderful to see you, L/N.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “You’re just as charming as ever, Maximoff. Ready to go?”

“Always,” he assures you, and offers you his hand to help you inside with all the mock solemnity of a proper gentleman.

You don’t have much time to get irritated by Pietro’s antics, however. All of your missions have been dangerous, but this one is going to be even more of a challenge. You’re going to be infiltrating a HYDRA complex in the hopes of breaking out an important prisoner. HYDRA is expecting you to come, so this isn’t going to be easy in the slightest. The enemy base is going to be a stronghold, and every guard there is just waiting for someone to try making their way inside.

That’s why you and Pietro are going to have to stick strictly to the plan, as you make sure to remind him. He nods solemnly, the picture of perfect attention, but you have no doubt that he’s already forming his own plot for when the time is right.

Regardless of what Pietro decides to do, the strike has to begin. The Quinjet lands in the woods a short distance from the HYDRA facility, leaving you and Pietro to sneak through the surrounding brush and enter unnoticed by the guards.

This, of course, is easier said than done. You and Pietro have to take out a fair number of HYDRA soldiers before you can even reach the door. After that, you have to present modified ID badges and enter passcodes before you can enter. The HYDRA guards on the inside are surprised to see unfamiliar faces walking through the door, but you and Pietro take them down without too much trouble.

The real issues start happening as the two of you approach the detention block. Although you hid the bodies of the guards to the best of your ability, it was only going to be a matter of time before they were found. You’re about two halls away from the cells when alarms start blocking. You and Pietro lock eyes before you start to sprint for the detention area.

Guards are already converging on your location, but you shoot them as they come. S.H.I.E.L.D. has a spy on the inside that was able to get the two of you functional key cards, and you’re able to swipe your way into the cell block as quickly as you can.

Pietro stands by the door. “Get our guy, I’ll keep the guards from swarming.”

You nod once and rush towards the rows of cells. So far, all is proceeding to plan, even if the guards have been alerted to your presence earlier than you’d like. Your eyes scan the names next to the cells, and you sweep from one door to the next in search of your hostage.

At last, you find her. She’s a key scientist that Fury has been wanting to recruit for forever, and he has a feeling that getting kidnapped by HYDRA will be the last straw she needs to defect to your side. You swipe your key card and let the scientist out. The two of you start to run past Pietro, and that’s when you see it.

He’s getting himself into trouble again. No surprises there, but man, you really wish he would just follow directions. Pietro was supposed to only shoot at guards from the door and wait for you to arrive before attempting to take out anyone else. Instead, he’s left his station and is currently charging down the hall towards a big pack of soldiers. It’s a stupid move, especially because Pietro has his back turned to the other end of the corridor where another group of HYDRA agents is running towards him.

You swear under your breath, then shove an extra pistol in the hands of the scientist. “Shoot at anyone that shoots at you,” you hiss, “I need to go save my partner.”

She starts to open her mouth in surprise, but you’re already sprinting down the cell block. You leap through the door and hurl yourself towards the squad of guards that Pietro doesn’t see. You fire round after round, taking out as many agents as you can, but obviously this isn’t going to end well. There are far many more of them than there are of you, and you left your six undefended in your rush to make sure Pietro made it out alive.

You’d like to say that your little diversion allowed both of you to escape unharmed, but unfortunately that isn’t the case. Pietro is fine, as he’s able to take out the guards on his side of the hallway without any injury, but you’re not so lucky. You manage to get to the corridor just in time to see one of the HYDRA agents approaching Pietro’s back fire off a shot. You shoot at the other guards and see them all fall, but when it comes to the bullet spiraling towards Pietro, the bullet he doesn’t see, there’s only one thing you can do.

You’ve been shot before. Every agent can claim some bullet wound to the legs, stomach, arms. At S.H.I.E.L.D., people like to claim that it’s a rite of passage. You’re not a true agent unless you’ve gotten hit. You passed that particular ritual a long time ago, but you forgot how much it hurts to get shot.

The bullet hits you in the side. You manage not to cry out, but you still make a sort of gasping sound. It was quiet, barely there at all, yet somehow Pietro hears you anyway. He turns around in surprise, and you have the perfect view of how his face contorts in horror as he realizes that you’re hurt.

He’s at your side in an instant, one hand reaching towards you to stop the bleeding. “You were supposed to stay at the door until I reached you,” he whispers.

You arch a brow. “Surely you’re not telling me to stick by the plan.”

You were joking, but Pietro flinches like you’ve slapped him. “I’m getting you out of here. Now.”

He moves to pick you up, but you shake your head. “Get the scientist. I can walk.”

Pietro looks like he wants to argue, but the severity of your glare is enough to convince him otherwise, even if he doesn’t like it. Through some minor miracle, the three of you are able to make it back out of the base and towards the Quinjet. You leave a trail of bodies in your wake as you fight through squad after squad of HYDRA agents, but it’s done, and that is what matters most.

The scientist is shown to a room in the Quinjet, and you make your way to the medical station as the aircraft takes off. You’ll check into the med wing at headquarters once you touch down again, but you can at least assess the damage to your side now.

You’ve cleaned the wound and are in the process of bandaging it up when Pietro shows up. Usually, he walks around every room like he owns it, but this time he hangs in the doorway as if unsure of what he’s allowed to do.

You jerk your head towards him. “You can come inside, you know.”

He walks quietly inside. “Is it bad?”

You glance towards your side as if unaware of it. “The bullet wound? It was just a graze, no worries. I’ll be fine.”

Pietro clenches his jaw, then forces himself to relax before speaking again. “Yeah, but what if you hadn’t been fine? If you had just waited for me to come back, this wouldn’t have happened.”

You laugh bitterly. “If I had waited there and done nothing, you would have gotten shot. You didn’t know those agents were behind you, so I took them out. End of story.”

Pietro shakes his head. “No, you risked yourself unnecessarily. I had it under control.”

Your brow furrows. “I’m sorry, are you trying to argue that I was wrong to try and protect you? In case you forgot, that’s my job.”

“No,” Pietro asserts, “that’s my job. I keep you safe and you complete the mission. That’s the way it’s always been.”

You can’t believe him. “I think you mean that you do your best to seek out as much danger as possible and I complete the mission in spite of it. That’s the way it’s always been.”

“You don’t understand,” Pietro begins.

You scoff. “I certainly don’t. Why are you so upset about this? I did what was necessary to keep you safe. That’s not something you get to be mad about.”

His eyes flash. “It is when you get hurt. Do you know why I do what I do, Y/N? Why I seek out as much danger as possible, as you put it? I do it because when they’re firing at me, they’re not firing at you. You’re the one who needs to stay safe. You’re the one who’s most important.”

“Why would that be?” You ask confusedly.

Pietro spreads his hands simply. “I need you to be alive. You may not realize it, but you’ve got more worth than just a weapon. I want you to be safe.”

You shake your head slowly. “That makes no sense.”

The corner of Pietro’s lips quirks up, making his smile lopsided. “Doesn’t it? Does it really come as such a surprise that someone here might care about you?”

“Only that it would be you,” you breathe.

He leans forward to blot away a smear of blood on your hand. “If you think about it more, it might not surprise you anymore.”

You feel frozen in place, unable to do anything except stand there and stare at him.

Pietro grins, clearly enjoying the wave of emotions currently storming through your mind, then leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you around, L/N.”

He turns around to leave the medical station, and you shout at his retreating back. “You’re incredibly infuriating, you know that?”

You can sense Pietro’s grin even though you’re not facing him. “Love you too!” He calls back. You’re left standing there, grinning to yourself, filled with some emotion you don’t think you could name if you tried. Love you too. Yes, perhaps you do after all.

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miss---lu · 1 year

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Cheater

You were a new recruit to the avengers. After security footage of you poking around a museum at midnight was discovered by Tony, he knew he had to reach out. He liked your spunk, and you had a particular talent for getting into places you shouldn’t be. And currently the team needed help retrieving a stolen weapon from a very secure location.

Pietro was the one that officially recruited you to the avengers, after all he couldn’t resists a pretty face. That was a few weeks ago and now Pietro was smitten.

. . .

Today was training day and it would be the first time you learned how to physically defend yourself. You had some skills but not a lot of experience. Due to this the avengers gave you Pietro as a training partner.

He was excited to say the least. And he was feeling very cheeky. When he entered the training room he saw you with your hair tied back in a high ponytail. You blew a few strands of hair out of your face as you stopped punching the punching bag.

God she looks pretty.

Pietro smirked as he walked up towards you.

“You know your doing it wrong.” You just scoffed as you went back to throwing some punches.

“I do have to say, I like the pink hand tape. They add a certain cuteness to you.”

“You know, as training partner aren’t you supposed to offer me advice?”

Now turning to face him he saw your cheeks were all flushed. You were flustered and Pietro would be lying if he said he didn’t find it endearing.

He approached you slowly and repositioned your hand. “Try it like this, has more of an impact.”

After a few more punching attempts you started to feel a difference. You laughed a little at the sudden improvement.

“What else you got Maximoff?”

“Well you need to probably work on your agility and speed. How about he do a little race, and see where you’re at for speed.”

He was chuckling when you seemed to consider it. You arched one of your eyebrows up and gave him a smile. “Game on Maximoff.”

. . .

All the avengers wanted to see the race between you and Pietro. Everyone knew Pietro would win after all he had super speed. However all the avengers wanted to see what you were really capable of.

Pietro was talking to Wanda but not really listening. Instead he was looking towards you. Wanda laughed she heard Pietro’s words trail off.

“Pietro, you seem to be interested in the new girl.”

He shrugged and just smiled, “so what if I am? I’m hot shes hot. And she has some spunk to her.”

Wanda shoved him a little as he made his way over to the start line. He assumed you knew you were going to lose, but you seemed awfully cocky.

You blew him a kiss as Tony got ready to tell start.

As soon as the whistle blew Pietro ran towards the finish line. It only took him about a second, but when he got to the finish line you were already standing there smiling.

All the avengers stood with their mouths hanging open, as you started to laugh. Pietro stared wide eyed at you. He couldn’t believe you had beat him.

“How-how did you do that?”

You leaned in close towards him “Teleportation my dear boy. Besides how do you think I got into all those places I’m not supposed to be in.”

Pietro started to smile a bit. “You’re a cheater.”

You just blew him another kiss and winked at him. In the blink of an eye you vanished.

Pietro heading back towards his sister. “Yeah I really like that girl.”

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tommiruewrites · 2 years

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HI LOVLEY!! do you think you could do a pietro fanfic where reader and him are dating and the reader passes out/faints all of a sudden? maybe from not eating or exhaustion? thank you <33

Four Seconds

word count: 1k

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

warnings: light mention of blood, very vague insinuation of violence, exhaustion, reader passes out, fluffy ending

a/n: sorry for the hold up, this took me an unnecessarily long amount of time to write lmao. hope this is what you were wanting :))

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You slump against your seat in the Quinjet, still breathing heavy after the long mission. Fresh bruises start to form, littering your whole body in shades of purple and black. You can feel cuts and scrapes on your knuckles and face, leaving a dull sting in their wake. You attempt to curl further into yourself as your head throbs against your skull so aggressively that you can hear it.

You can vaguely make out your friends and teammates talking about the recent events. Preparing to go straight into a debriefing with Fury once the jet lands. All your muscles are tense and sore and your stomach burns with hunger. Still, all you can focus on is the fuzzy feeling in your head that leaves your body numb and tingly.

"Hey-"

You hear a muffled voice from beside you, loudly piercing through the back of your head at the sudden noise.

"Hey, draga." His voice a bit softer now. Cutting through your mental fog and bringing your focus towards your silver-haired boyfriend. "How are you feeling?"

You groan in response at first, your energy level close to zero, "Hungry. Tired." Was all you could get out, voice scratchy in the back of your throat.

Pietro hummed in both agreement and understanding. "Sleep. We're almost there." He assures comfortingly.

You shake your head, a bit more aggressively than necessary to try to 'snap yourself out of it', "Can't. We have to go to the debriefing."

"Do you know how pale you look right now? You can barely hold your own head up, iubi." He brushes your messy hair back to get a better look at your disheveled appearance. "I don't think Fury will appreciate seeing you drool all over the conference table." He teases lightly, trying to get you to laugh, or at the very least smile.

You barely even register the joke in your exhausted state. You somehow manage to get out a weak scoff in response, still not letting your eyes shut for more than a few seconds at a time. Pietro notices, of course. It's not like you to let that slide without a snarky remark or comment in return.

"When was the last time you've eaten? Or had any water?" He asks, now also noticing the dark circles under your eyes and your chapped and bloody lip that had previously been bust open.

You stay silent. You genuinely can't pinpoint when you had last even touched water. You can't tell if it's from your exhaustion or if it really has been that long.

"I don't know... I'll eat after the meeting."

Pietro goes to protest but you quickly shut him down, promising to get water on the way to the conference room. He watches you closely the whole flight, trying (and failing) to convince you to sleep.

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The Quinjet lands within the next fifteen minutes, but to you it feels like hours. Your shoulders are tense, and your limbs are shaky as you exit the aircraft. Pietro holds your hand to guide you towards the compound and ensure you don't fall over. Your feet ache with each step, causing you to walk a bit funny. He watches you closely as you walk into the building, noting how your eyes look glazed over and your legs wobble beneath you.

"Want me to carry you, draga?" Pietro asks sincerely, concerned you might trip and hurt yourself.

You shake your head, "No. Thank you." Stubborn as always, "I can walk myself just fine." You mumble out groggily, barely even audible. An obvious lie.

As you make your way through the long hallways, you can feel yourself getting weaker by the second. Little gray squiggles and spots float in the edges of your vision. Your whole body feels heavy; Like you're carrying double your own weight, pushing your body down against your will. You use all your energy to force your eyes open, making them much wider than they should normally be. Even still you can feel your eyelids getting heavy. The more you walk, the more you can feel your vision starting to darken.

You grab Pietro's arm in an attempt to steady yourself as you feel your legs give out beneath you. All you can manage to get out is a weak whisper of his name before your vision blacks out completely.

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You slowly come into consciousness again, feeling a pair of hands on your shoulders lightly shaking you. You can hear several muffled voices talking all around you. You haven't opened your eyes yet, but you can tell you're now on a bed and you can feel a pillow under your head. You hear Pietro repeatedly whispering your name frantically, and you slowly open your eyes. You're immediately blinded by the florescent overhead lights, squinting and blinking as you try to adjust.

Pietro lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing your hand to rapidly kiss each knuckle. "Thank God, you're alive!"

You softly smile, "Of course I'm alive, don't be ridiculous."

His smile quickly turns back into a look of concern as he checks your body for injuries, "Are you alright? Can you move?"

You laugh, still just as exhausted, "Yes, Piet, I'm fine. Thank you."

As your eyes adjust you finally look around to take in your surroundings. You're lying on a bed in Bruce's lab, Bruce and Nat hovering on either side of you. You look to the table next to you to see a massive pile of snacks and multiple bottles of water sitting on top of your favorite blanket.

"Damn, how long was I out?"

"Almost four seconds exactly." Bruce states factually, citing his notes.

You send a knowing look to Pietro who smiles back at you, an ever-so-slight tint of embarrassment dusting his cheeks. You go to grab a water bottle, but he quickly stops you, opening it for you before handing it back. The second you finish the bottle he's practically shoving a muffin down your throat, finally pulling a laugh out of you.

"Always the gentleman."

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