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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Tumbling Mats

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: "Being a rational person, I'd strongly advise against doing this. But I'm also a curious person, so by all means, go ahead."

Summary: Y/N's had their head buried in the last of their college schoolwork all day, and when they finally come out from their cave, they find their boyfriend Pietro entertaining himself in their absence with some shenanigans involving Peter and Shuri, the resident science kids.

Word Count: 1,771

Category: Fluff, Humor

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I trudged down the stairs of Avengers Tower from my room to the floor with the kitchen, rubbing at my eyes as I went. I'd been holed up in my room finishing the last essay I'd ever have to do (hopefully) for the last class of my senior year of college, and I hadn't come out for a break all day. It was finally done now, thankfully, but my brain was officially fried and I needed to try to restart it.

The living room was dark, the sun having set a few hours ago. I'd been in my room the whole time, so I'd barely noticed, but now it felt a little like I was in the Twilight Zone. The Tower was never this quiet during the day.

As soon as I had the thought, I heard excited whispers and voices coming from one of Stark's many labs, just down the hall from the kitchen. I paused, debating whether or not I wanted to investigate. I was exhausted, but I also hadn't talked to anyone all day (other than to tell Pietro I was busy this morning). The need to socialize even just a little bit won out, and I headed for the lab.

The lights were on, and as I got closer, I heard familiar voices talking.

"Come on, throw something hard at me!"

Pietro, my boyfriend. Then excited giggles I recognized as belonging to Peter and Shuri.

"Alright, what about an obstacle course?" I heard Shuri suggest. "You could run on the treadmill, and we could throw things into your path and see if you could dodge them!"

Pietro scoffed. "I could dodge obstacles in my sleep."

"But how quickly? There must be a speed at which an object can move that's too fast for you to avoid!"

I rounded the corner before Pietro could respond, and all three of the people in the lab stopped dead as soon as they saw me.

"Why do you all look like you've seen a ghost?" I asked. Peter gave me a sheepish grin as Shuri waved, but Pietro, my lovely boyfriend, absolutely beamed at me before racing across the room. As soon as he got close enough, he swept me off my feet and swung me around before setting me down and kissing me.

"Dragă mea, I've missed you. Are you done with your work now?"

"Yes, finally," I laughed, smiling up at the lovesick expression on Pietro's face. "I came out to the kitchen to get a snack or something, but I heard voices, so I decided to come investigate."

"Well, I'm glad you did." The dazy smile stayed put on Piet's face for a second, then he seemed to remember something and it dropped away. He stepped back from me, suddenly looking a little nervous. "We, ah... we were just having a bit of fun."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what kind of fun is that?"

"We were testing Pietro's reflexes!" said Peter, jumping in with a big smile, completely oblivious to Pietro's hesitance. "We were seeing how fast he could run on Mr. Stark's super-speed treadmill, and now we're going to throw some stuff at him as fast as we can to see how fast we have to go before he stops being able to dodge it!"

I groaned and put my palm to my forehead. After a second, I looked up to find Pietro grinning sheepishly at me, while Shuri and Peter set up the test behind him. I sighed heavily.

"You really want to do this?" I asked.

"I'll be fine, Y/N, don't worry."

"Famous last words, Piet." He just shrugged, so I sighed again. "Alright. Being a rational person, I'd strongly advise against doing this. But I'm also a curious person, so by all means, go ahead. Let's see what your superspeed can really do."

"Yes! Peter, Shuri, let's go!" Pietro jumped and punched the air, then quickly turned to where the science kids were setting up their test. I just shook my head, not quite able to keep a smile off my face as I followed after them. I paused at one of the lab tables to grab the emergency first aid kit Bruce always kept in here, then stood with Peter as Shuri got ready to start the test.

"Alright Pietro, we'll start out pretty slow, and then we'll up the speed once you feel comfortable dodging objects at one level!" said Shuri as she checked the settings on all the equipment one last time. Pietro shot her a thumbs up, then turned to me and winked as the test began.

"I have such a bad feeling about this," I muttered to Peter as I smiled back at Pietro and gave him a thumbs up anyway.

Slowly, my boyfriend became nothing but a speed blur as he ran faster and faster on the treadmill below him. Tony Stark had invented it with Peter helping him not long after Pietro joined the team; it was specially designed to accommodate a speedster running on it, and so far, it had worked as designed.

Once Pietro had gotten up to speed, Shuri started the first of her object-avoidance tests. She was using other machines in the lab to hurl tennis balls, tumbling mats, and just about anything else in-reach at Pietro at faster and faster speeds. He ducked, dodged, and avoided all of them with ease.

At least, he did at first. With every few objects that went sailing past him, no shot of making contact, Shuri picked up the speed a little bit. It was hard to make out the tennis balls now, they were being thrown so fast, and it looked like Pietro was starting to sweat a little bit.

Just when my common sense was starting to get too loud to ignore and I was about to say we should call it good, Pietro apparently hit his limit. One of the tumbling mats was either too fast, too wide, or both, and it clocked him upside the head and laid him out. In seconds, he was at a dead stop, laying flat on his back on the floor behind the treadmill with the tumbling mat on top of him.

"Woah!" cried Peter, excitedly rushing over to join Shuri in studying all the new data they'd just got. I shook my head at them as Pietro let up a string of curse words in Romanian from where he lay on the floor.

At least that meant he was conscious.

"Piet? Are you okay?" I asked, walking over to my boyfriend. I knelt down and gently lifted the tumbling mat off of him, revealing the scowl on his face.

"How is it possible that a padded mat knocked me off my feet?" he demanded. I stifled a laugh.

"Well, I'm no science whiz, but if I had to guess I'd say it probably has something to do with the fact that you and the mat were both going Mach-10 towards each other."

Pietro huffed and rolled his eyes, which just made me smile. I leaned over him, searching for any visible sign of injury, casually running my fingers through his hair as I did.

"Mmm... and suddenly, I don't feel the pain anymore," he said. I glanced back to his face to find him looking up at me with a mischievous smile. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't keep a smile off my own face either.

"Alright, calm down there Piet. C'mon, let me help you sit up so I can give you a concussion test."

"Ugh. Y/N, I don't have a concussion."

"You don't know that for sure. Now come on, look at me."

Pietro grudgingly obeyed, and I went through the steps of a concussion test with him. He passed, to my relief, and then I helped him to his feet. He looped one arm around my waist, pulling me into his side, then headed for Peter and Shuri on the other side of the room.

"Well?" he asked, coming to a stop before them. "What do all of your machines and monitors tell you?"

"We got all kinds of interesting data!" cried Shuri, practically jumping up and down with excitement. "I think there's more still for us to do, though. You're almost going too fast for even the high-speed cameras to keep up, but if you can see right here, before you got hit, you looked away. It wasn't for very long, but we think it was for long enough that you weren't as prepared as you could've been for the tumbling mat."

I looked up at Pietro incredulously, but he just shrugged. "I got bored."

I laughed and pinched the bridge of my nose, but none of the other three reacted at all to his comment.

"Well, we think if you kept your focus, you would've been able to keep dodging things for much longer!" said Peter, picking back up where Shuri left off. "Your reaction times are off the charts–it's like they have super speed too!"

"Of course they do. My reflexes are part of me, aren't they?"

"Well, do you want to test just how fast they are? We'll start at a higher speed of projectile this time, and if you keep your focus, we can try to find the actual limit of your speed and reflexes!" said Shuri.

"Alright, let's see what you've got," said Piet, dropping his arm from around my waist and doing a few stretches as he headed back towards the treadmill. I just shook my head as I watched him go.

"We'd love for you to stay too, Y/N," said Shuri, her and Peter both giving me hopeful looks. I sighed.

"Oh yeah, I'm in. Both for seeing Pietro get hit by tennis balls and for taking care of him afterwards. I'm starting to get the feeling that this is going to be going on for a while though, so I'm gonna go make some popcorn for all of us real quick. Try not to knock out my boyfriend in the meantime, okay?"

"Promise!" chorused Peter and Shuri as I headed back towards the kitchen. I couldn't help shaking my head a little as I went, but there was a smile on my face nonetheless. From writing a boring, horrible, normal college paper to testing how fast my boyfriend could dodge high-speed projectiles in the matter of a few minutes. My life was certainly strange.

And yet, I wouldn't change it for the world.

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faithiegirl01 · 2 years

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Faithie’s fic ideas:

Ok while I love both Pietro and Peter Maximoff (definitely both amazing yet same person if you think about it…)

And normally I request more for Peter then I do Pietro, that’s only because I get more ideas for Peter, but this one is actually a Pietro one:

Again NOT my gif, all credit to: @siremasterlawrence

I think it’d be cool to see a fic where the reader grew up with Pietro and Wanda. She would have also been given powers and she would have been close to both in different ways. With Wanda they’d be like sisters where as with Pietro he’d be super protective over her and sweet on her. Wanda clearly can see that their love for one another goes deeper then she’s ever seen so of course she totally supports it.

BUT! The people who have them using them for their powers (I can’t remember the names right now, all I fully remember is that it’s a division of hydra…) anyway they end up selling the reader to the highest paying person and who might that be? Tony freaking stark. Plot twist though he buys her to save her and he tries to get Wanda and Pietro out as well, but he fails. So together he and cap help the reader learn to use her powers for good.

Of course she misses her friends very very much, but soon she finds herself in a bad position. So what does Tony do? He has her killed! No not really, he just puts her in a protective position where she seems like she dies then she becomes someone new. Years later when they break into the facility they start fighting with the avengers. When Pietro is about to take Clint out, she takes Pietro down instead, but when he looks up at her he’s in shock because he thought she was dead and he whispers her name. She instantly recognizes him and starts apologizing for taking him down. She helps him up and they have a very emotional reunion. Both almost are in tears as they hold one another and he promises her that she’ll see Wanda. Then she turns to a confused group of avengers and Tony asks if she’s going to introduce her new friends. Ya know this scene:

Again NOT my gif, all credit to: @starkravingparker

She giggles saying they aren’t new friends. She then explains to Tony that they are the others that he tried saving along with her all those years ago and suddenly it all clicks for Tony.

Then just a happy ending of them all being together again.

Someone please write this 😫😫 I would, but I’m too swamped with WIP right now too. But I NEED it.

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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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stuckyrogersbarnes · 4 months

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'Fuck me then.' (Pietro smut)

Warnings - Creampie, oral, praise kink.

Word count - 1.3K

Female reader

You and Wanda had been bestfriends since your traumatic days trapped at HYDRA. And even though it was long gone, you still met eachother at least every 2 weeks. She was quite busy after joining the Avengers, you couldn't be prouder. And although she tried to convince you to join, you didn't want to get back into that. So, you got a normal job as a barista at a local coffee shop. It wasn't the best, but it was fine for the moment.

However, Wanda's brother, Pietro Maximoff, never failed to get on your nerves (and vice versa). Sure, he was attractive, but he was a huge asshole, unlike his sweet sister. You, unfortunately, had been blessed with x-ray vision so you got to see Pietro's "progress," all throughout his teenage years, without being able to do anything about it. Meh, he was average. But, luckily, now you know how to control it.

"Hi, what can I get-" you gasp as you look up. Pietro, the man you hadn't seen in years, was standing right in front of you. "Good to see you too, kochanie. Long time." The word 'kochanie,' never failed to piss me off. It meant 'darling,' or something in Polish, around where he was from. "Pietro, never thought I would see you again." "Life's full of surprises, Kochanie. I'll have a regular cold coffee." You put on a sarcastic smile. "Coming right up." He walks off. You hand the drink to a waiter to give to him so that you won't have to see his insufferable face ever again. And although you hated him, you couldn't help but think that he had become super-duper good-looking, atleast compared to what he used to look like.

Tony and you were quite close too, so of course, you were invited to his huge New Year's Eve party. You put on your slutty red dress with a pair of golden earrings. After seeing Pietro today, your ovaries had kind of been in a twist, if you know what I mean. You walk your way down the large stairway and feel the stares of hungry men on you. You look around, only to find a certain someone looking directly at you. The same man who you saw today in the coffee shop, he looked taller, more defined, and with a beard than when you knew him. You had a thing for beards, you loved the sting. Your breath hitches. Pietro. "Kochanie, how pleasant to see you here." He greets you. "Mhmm, good to see you too." You try to sound confident but little does he know, you're dying to use those powers of yours right now. You shake it off and begin to walk away.

Instead of walking away and never seeing him again, you trip and he instantly grabs you by the stomach. "Fuck." you whisper. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as he leans closer, "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." he whispers in your ear. He then leaves you, alone, with goosebumps surrounded on your skin. What just happened?

Even though you tried your best not to let your curiosity take over you, you find yourself outside the fancy bathroom. Should I go in? "Ugh." you groan. "Ah. I see you came." "What do you want Pietro?" You didn't turn back to see him, but you could hear his steps as he walked closer to you. "I'll get straight to the point, kochanie. After seeing you today, I needed to see you again. Now that I see you in that dress, looking so goddamn beautiful Y/n, I need to fuck you. Hard." You gasp and your pussy clenches. You slowly turn back, the background music slowly fading out. You thought for a second before saying, "fuck me then." He instantly grabs your neck and connects his soft lips to yours. He pushes you into the bathroom and locks the door. "You sure about this, darling?" "Yes." "good girl," he smirks and hitches you up onto the counter. He immediately bends down to his knees, spreads your legs wide open, and moans at the sight of your bare, wet pussy. No panties, no nothing. "Oh, I have been waiting for this for so fucking long." Before you get to even process what he says his tongue enters your wet hole, you moan and he begins to thrust. He then adds one finger to your pussy and latches his lips to your clit and sucks on it, hard. You grind on his face. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You never thought Pietro would be so good at eating you out. You pull on his hair and grind on his face as he inhales your juices. "Fuck, you smell amazing." That statement alone was enough to send you on edge. But as soon as he says it, he adds two more fingers, completely stretching you out. "PIETRO!" you scream, unable to hold it back. Your pussy pulsates and you squirt, all over his face, leaving his hair and face wet. "You taste amazing, kachanie." Your blush in embarrassment. Did I just do that? "I-i'm sorry that never happened before-" Before you finish he cuts off with a kiss, making your pussy even wetter. You can taste your sweet juices in his mouth and lips. "Don't be embarrassed, Kochanie. That was so fucking hot." he then takes two of his fingers and enters your pussy abruptly. He kisses down your neck, immediately finding your soft spot. You moan.

"Fuck me Pietro." as soon as you say that he unlatches his belt with one hand and takes his jeans off. You can see his hard-on through his boxers. You moan at the nibling sensation on your neck. The surprise and shock of this happening sent you more on edge as your pussy clenches on his fingers and he pulled out, panting, making all your juices spill on his boxers, leaving them see-through. You could see his pink tip and his veins pulsating. He slowly takes off his boxers, his dick jumps out, almost reaching his belly button. You gasp. You do not remember it being so long. And you certainly don't remember it having a slight curve, which it does now. Wow, he has become a man. He takes off the straps of your dress, only to see your tiny, hard nipples. Your breath hitches as he latches his lips onto one of them and plays with the other one with his fingers. You moan, "Pietro. Inside. please," unable to form proper sentences. "Tsk. No patience. Though, I'm complaining." He unlatches his lips from your throbbing nipple. He lifts you up, you yelp. He bends you over on the cold marble counter, making you shiver from the cold sensation. His cock enters you, reaching a spot that had never been reached by anyone, including you, ever before. Before he even started thrusting, your vision blurs and you come. Wow. He groans and begins to thrust. "Fuck y/n, you're so tight." You moan. He bangs into you, again and again and again. You scream. He keeps hitting your G-spot over and over again. "I need you, Pietro." "Need me to do what, my darling?" "I need you to go faster, harder." He speeds up, banging harder. "Fuuuckkkkk." you moan. "Ugh," he moans, "I'm going to come Y/n." "Me too." You clench on his dick, seeing stars for the fourth time in the last half an hour. You can feel his come ooze out of him in your pussy as he pulls out. You squirt all over his still-hard cock.

"One more round?" He asks. "Yes please."

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layla4567 · 11 months

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Imagine: A relaxing shower after training

Peter Maximoff x Female reader

Summary: You were practicing hand-to-hand fighting with Quicksilver, even though they both have superpowers, Professor Xavier insisted that we practice other forms of fighting just in case.

Warning: Smut, naked bodies, p in v, fingering

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I don't know why the professor insisted on this, it's ridiculous-you thought-you could incinerate your opponent in a matter of seconds and it's almost impossible (if not impossible) for them to catch Peter with their super speed. Anyway, here we were.

You were wearing a black crop top and gray sports cloth pants and you had your hair tied up for comfort. You went to the training room, there were several tarps on the floor and Peter was waiting for you sitting on one of them

Peter saw you appear in your workout clothes and thought it made your figure stand out but he just scoffed and said

"You finally show up, I've been waiting for you for hours"-he stood up

Speedy (as you liked to call him) was wearing an army green short-sleeved T-shirt and baggy black training pants.

"Oh sorry-you said ironically- it's not my fault SOMEONE is running at the speed of light."

"You are forgiven precious, luckily I am compassionate with those who go to the rhythm of a snail"-he finished with a smirk

sparks began to emanate from your fingers as if you had all the fireworks in the palm of your hands while your gaze hardened

Peter's face turned pale, he was scared when you did that. That's why he knew he didn't have to make you angry

"Uhmm w-well how about we start training before you burn down the place?"

First both stretched a bit so as not to hurt their muscles and then the training began. You practiced with your fists dodging each other, Peter was tempted to use his super speed but held back because the rule was no super powers. You was throwing kicks and Peter barely dodged them.

Suddenly you took his right arm and with a stunt you wrapped your legs around his arm and threw him to the ground, with a hold you raised your hips slightly up so that Peter can't escape the hold.

He didn't expect that, so when he was lying on the floor, scared, he exclaimed

"Time out! I give up!!"

You loosened your legs on his arm and he stood up quickly, holding out his hand so you could get up.

"Since when did you learn to do that?"-Peter said still surprised but still smiling.

There are things you don't know about my Pet..-you said mysterious

"Meow the kitten knows how to defend herself"

"Shut up"

You rolled your eyes and went to your room to take a shower, you were tired and sweaty

You entered your room and prepared the clothes that you were going to use later. You put on your bed a jean and a red shirt. You grabbed a robe and began to undress, dropping your crop top and pants on the floor.

After that you went to the bathroom and opened the tap letting the water run. You made sure that the water is warm enough not to freeze you but not so hot it burns you. You put a hand under the rain while you felt the warm drops slip through your fingers. You waved your hand as soon as the water began to heat up, removed your robe and stepped into the shower.

Peter was running through the halls when he heard the sound of water running from the shower in your room. He was too tired to go to his room on the other side of the mansion and that's when a naughty idea crossed his mind, but he didn't want to be intrusive or bother you, but damn he liked you so much. He decided to sneak into your room thinking if what he was about to do was right or not.

Your door never had a key, at least not during the day, which is why Peter was able to get in easily. The boy saw your clothes lying on the floor and approached your bathroom door.

He knocked three times on the door

"Y/n! Are you there?"-But of course she's there, idiot, where would she be?

You were enjoying the water falling on your face when you felt the blows and the voice of Peter, you shuddered. What was Peter doing here? What did he want now?

"Uh yes Peter I'm here and In case you didn't notice, I'm taking a shower"

"Ye-yeah I know and that's the point I-Uhmm"-He was too nervous to speak

You started to get impatient and feel somewhat uncomfortable when you heard those words..

"Can I shower with you?"

A wave of modesty washed over you, you suddenly felt vulnerable. Showering with Peter? It was something you wouldn't have imagined. Clearly you liked the boy but this was something intimate. But a feeling of adrenaline began to rise through your belly and you didn't know why

Peter had his eyes tightly closed, regretting having exclaimed those words. He was starting to walk away when he heard you say

"Ok, you can come in"

Speedy couldn't believe it, shyly opened the door. He took off his clothes and piled them on the toilet seat. He slightly opened the shower curtain and entered with you closing his eyes

You were waiting for him face to face, the first thing you saw was Peter with his eyes closed so you laughed but then your eyes began to slowly go down to his torso. He had well worked pectorals, his white skin seemed soft and he was tempting you. You kept looking down until you reached her stomach, it looked like a Greek sculpture, and her small waist made you want to hug him and feel his skin in your hands.

You kept looking at his stomach until a thought quickly crossed your mind: Don't keep going down, don't keep going down! And you looked up and to the right blushing and covering your body with your arms

Can I open my eyes now? -When he heard you tell him "yes", he slowly opened one first and then the other and blushed

He looked away out of respect but he couldn't resist and he saw your body again, it was even more beautiful than he thought. You still looked down in embarrassment while covering your private parts. But thighs were still showing, and that's where Peter's eyes went. You had one leg in front of the other, resting your whole body on one of them, which made you look delicious. Peter looked at your hips, you weren't a supermodel but for him it was as if the gods themselves had sculpted you. Your rounded hips gave shape to your waist and accentuated it. Peter's pupils dilated.

Now Peter's eyes were on your shoulders, they ran through your body as if it were a manuscript and ended up on your collarbones to then look at your wet neck. He wanted so much to kiss it and feel the taste of your skin

Peter noticed that you were uncomfortable so he told you not to worry about what it was going to be like if he wasn't there. So he grabbed a sponge, a soap and began to rub his body without looking at you

Slowly you stopped covering your body with your arms and you thanked him with your eyes and turned your back to face the hot rain, it felt so good. You closed your eyes letting the water fall on your body and slide on your skin. The drops seemed to play a race along your legs. They started at your belly and slid down your hips. Meanwhile, Peter was concentrating on not looking at your butt as he rubbed his neck and back with the sponge.

The boy sneakily approached you a little closer to moisten the sponge. Since Peter was taller than you, you felt his warm breath near your ear, he was closer than he should have been. Suddenly and delicately you felt fine fingers pass through the sides of your hip. They slid from top to bottom following the drops of water as if he wanted to clean them. You felt a chill even though the water was hot

His touches were soft, he passed a hand around your waist caressing it slowly, his movements were delicate as if he were molding a sculpture.

"Peter.."-You said almost in a whisper to turn your head and look at him

He looked at you smiling mischievously. You decided to stick closer to his body as you tipped your head back and placed it on his shoulder near his neck to give him more space. Now that you was completely close to him, Peter dropped the sponge and placed both his hands on the sides of your waist. Another shiver ran through your body at the feel of his grip. Peter's hands, manly, went down from your waist to your hips and near the lower area of your belly, reaching your buttocks where he left a small pinch. You moaned but not in pain.

Peter's hands embraced you, they ran through your body as if he wanted to leave paint marks on it, you closed your eyes while your breathing quickened and your toes curled. His left hand went up to your breasts while the other went down to your privacy. First he caressed you on the outside while you didn't know where to hold on to keep from falling to your knees so you placed one hand behind his neck and your other hand grabbing Peter's wrist that was below.

When Peter inserted a finger into your intimate area, you let out a small moan while throwing your head back even more. You felt your lips throb and he liked that. He began to stimulate you by making circles with his finger on your clitoris, the rhythm varied, first they were slow and then fast.

"Oh my god Peter please..!"-you gasped pleadingly then bit your lips

You felt that you were about to cum and you didn't know if you could keep holding yourself back for longer

But Peter didn't give you rest, with your head thrown back he began to place wild, hungry kisses on your neck. The hand that was in your privacy came up and grabbed your jaw. Peter kissed every inch of your neck and jaw as if he were going to devour you, you did nothing but moan with pleasure and purr like a cat. Peter went down to your collarbones and left wet kisses

Tired of being the one receiving and not being able to touch his body, you turned around abruptly and your lips found him. You grabbed his face feeling needy and kissed him voraciously. His tongue explored yours while his hands cupped your ass. They both moan without taking off their mouths.

Peter grabbed your legs and you wrapped them around his hips as he pinned you against the damp shower wall. The sprinter reaffirmed his grip by placing his hands on your thighs and encircling them.

"Are you ready?"-he asked with his pulse racing

You nodded hastily and impatiently, there was no need to ask anything, you just wanted to have it inside of you now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and when you felt his hips loosen inside you, a surge of pleasant electricity ran through your body from head to toe and you opened your mouth in a silent moan. His thrusts were delicate at first but they increased in speed as Peter noticed that the first sensation of pain had disappeared and there was no risk of hurting you. Your body was hitting the wall at a considerable rate but you was enjoying it. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, and not just from the hot water. Your wet hair fell over your shoulders and chest while Peter's fell over his forehead almost covering his eyes. He rose and rose like the temperature, the mirror was fogged up while some of the water fell on Peter's back and torso

God looked so good with his broad back and the raindrops running down his shoulders, it made you feel more feverish. He looked like a maddened bull, his muscles tensed and concentrating on keeping up.

Suddenly Peter threw his head back with his eyes closed and panting he said

"I think I'm about to cum baby"

and said and done with a hoarse growl from Peter you felt the walls of your interior fill with something warm

But he wanted to continue a little more until you did the same so approaching your ear he whispered

"Come on, now cum for me please"-He begged for it like a wounded or helpless animal

Goddamn Maximoff

You closed your eyes and grabbed his hair tightly while our bodies moved frantically up and down like in a fast dance and when you couldn't take it anymore you felt your fluids shoot up.

Maximoff put you back on the ground gently, their bodies felt exhausted and your legs trembled slightly. You turned off the faucet while you two caught your breath and got out of the shower. Peter came out first and wrapped a towel around his hip and held out his hand to help you out as he put on the robe you had come in with.

You finished drying yourself in your room and getting dressed, You expected Peter to do the same but he hadn't brought his clothes. When you pointed it out to him, he ran out of your room even with his robe around his waist. When he ran through the corridors he left small puddles of water. You laughed imagining the poor fool slipping and falling (if Peter hadn't already).

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Professor X was walking through the corridors with his wheelchair when he saw a puddle of water in front of him

"How strange, where does this water come from?"

He saw that Hank was coming up behind him and asked him

"Do you happen to know why there are puddles of water all over the hallway?"

"No idea, maybe the janitor forgot to dry the floor"-Hank said casually.

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I leave this and slowly walk away...

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tangerinesilk · 1 year

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♡ smut / ♧ fluff / ☂︎ angst

➢ BULLET TRAIN : TANGERINE

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➢ MARVEL : PIETRO MAXIMOFF

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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+

library account: @lolaslibrary | marvel masterlist

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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wanda-little-baby · 1 year

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Winter Magic - Wanda Maximoff x romanoff!Reader

Summary: A simple plan for a special Christmas. When will it all fall apart? Can broken things be fixed? But above all, how much snow is there in Iowa?

Warnings: literally nothing, this is the fluffiest I've written, just a little frustration, otherwise it's all Christmas fluff (Ah wait I forgot, Pietro [yes he's the only warning])

A/N: Did you understand how much I love Christmas? Well here you will get a slight taste of quantity.

Words: 15.027

(This is more or less the Wanda I've imaginated here)

Winter is your favorite season and everyone at the compound knows it. Actually, you love Christmas, and Christmas is in the winter so you love both.

From the first snowfall an incredible joy mounts you and you are already looking forward to December.

Funny Christmas sweaters are a must for you, together with a roundup of typical Christmas films and baking sweets of all kinds.

Your room from early December (even before) is already full of flashing lights and you always make a ponytail with green and red white bows.

The best thing about the holidays is sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, wearing a nice sweater, heavy trousers and woolen socks (Christmas obviously) and enjoying a nice hot chocolate with marshmallows.

This year, however, Christmas will be even more special, because strangely it seems that even the bad guys have taken a break and so you are all present.

And while most of you (except you) aren't that into Christmas, you have three reasons to make this Christmas perfect.

First reason: Vision, he doesn't understand the meaning of Christmas and he never even celebrated it because he was literally born seven months ago, your job is to make him understand it.

Second and third reason: Wanda and Pietro, they haven't celebrated Christmas for a long time and you want them to feel as comfortable as possible, and what's better than an American-style Christmas?

Here you are then with a huge box of decorations in your arms and Vision behind you heading towards the tree in the center of the break room (basically your living room).

"I don't understand why so many decorations. Don't you want to blind someone?" the pesky synthezoid blared like a buzz as you carried the box.

"No, I won't blind anyone. They are used to decorate the tree" grimacing, continue your mission undeterred, make him fall in love with Christmas.

"Hey Wands, I brought the lights" you announce your presence in the room, before losing the box and finding yourself with a tree already full of lights and a satisfied Pietro next to you. "Pietro!!!" you both exclaim, she's closer than you so she manages to slap her arm, but your intent was the same.

"What is it? I just sped it up!" offended, he walks away from the tree and lets himself slip down on the sofa, while you roll your eyes at his antics. "This is not the meaning of Christmas, the meaning is to spend time with the family, with the people you love.Try to be kinder and stuff like that" puffing open the other box with decorations to hang.

"Yes, yes yes everyone is better at Christmas! I'll leave the balls to you girls if you care so much. Ungrateful" he snorts in resignation, turning on the television and flipping through the channels.

"Leave him alone. Piet has always been sensitive. There will be more fun for us"jokingly Wanda teases her twin, while hanging some balls on the tree. "Trust me, the fun has just begun," you counter along with the game

Usually when Wanda's around, which is most of the day, you feel all weird. A feeling in the stomach, pleasant in a certain sense, but since the Christmas period has begun it has been increasing.

If you would talk to your mother about it she would tell you that you are in love with Wanda, but you really don't want to because you know she is wrong right?

Right now you're not so sure.

Seeing her smile as she helped you decorate her Christmas tree, all those things you've said to each other since you met her, how close you've been in such a short time.

Oh shit!!! I'm in love with Wanda Maximoff!!!

You freeze for a moment when you realize it, but are forced back to normal when you remember that you are sharing a room with a telepath. You try to stick to plans but the more you spend time with Wanda the more you become convinced of your feelings and it wears you out.

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Now it's night, it's supposed to be the Christmas movie marathon and you were sitting on the sofa early waiting for others to join you.

When a brunette comes up to you and stands in front of you, she is surprised to see you so depressed and decides to sit on your lap. "What's bothering you oh my dear Y/N?" she looks at you curious, and you can't help but linger on her lips, how much you want to kiss her right now.

For a moment you really want it but then you see her blush and you understand that you were thinking about it really intensely almost as if you were screaming it mentally.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asks you dumbfounded by your thoughts and then you can't help but try to withdraw and think of excuses for having ruined a friendship.

Just as you are about to push Wanda away and stand up two lips meet yours shyly.

At first you are a little alarmed by the sudden gesture but when you come back to reality you reciprocate gently sinking into the beauty of the girl you are kissing.

You can smell everything from the taste of her lip gloss to the sweet scent of her that she always wears. There is nothing more magical, time seems to stand still as you become the only people alive in this world, or at least the only ones you care about.

The kiss gets deeper and deeper, Wanda puts her hands behind your neck and your lips press closer and closer, then you tilt your head and let yours hang on her neck. You savor it until your lungs run out of air and when you stop you stare blissfully into each other's eyes, and damn if you're not in love with this girl.

"Are you? In love with me…" she asks, worried about a rejection but thrilled when she next gives her a little peck on her lips as confirmation. "I think I've always been" you get up on the courage after you finally admit it and start giving her light kisses in the crook of her neck managing to make her giggle.

"Hey! How long have you been so open with feelings," she manages between laughs before pulling away and expecting an honest answer. "With you, always. And then, didn't you tell me not to let opportunities slip away? Now I'm taking this opportunity with my new girlfriend." you with a toothy smile answered happy, perhaps not measuring well the weight of her words.

"Your girlfriend?" for a moment she sours a little, and then softens again when you start to feel bad and mumble various excuses. "No no no you don't have to apologize, it's just... It's funny, I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell you my feelings and then I saw you sitting here looking so depressed and I had to help you..." she tries to make you calm down, even getting a little embarrassed, so much so that she ran her hands over her face.

"...and then you kissed me, and I loved it. Look, I know I was a little rushed to establish you as my girlfriend and we can go slower if you want." you proposed before watching a frightened look hide behind her eyes.

"No, it's fine, of course I want to be your girlfriend it's just that… I wanted to be the first to come out. It's stupid" she says getting up and sitting next to you on the couch ashamed of being annoyed by such a childish thing.

You laugh softly and before she can frown you put your arm around her shoulders and pull her closer to her. "As long as it's about you it will never be stupid" you kisses her forehead and flutters a bit when she wrinkle her nose.

"Now it will be better to prepare for the arrival of the rest of the team, especially my mother, she will surely find out if we have done anything" you lean your head on your hand in frustration at the thought of having to hide anything so sweet between you and Wanda. "Oh but we didn't do anything honey bun, we've been here talking" she supports you with a wink before throwing a blanket towards you and spreading it over.

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While you two are turning on the first movie of the night, snuggling up close, haven't you noticed a certain redhead better known as your mother staring contentedly from behind the door jamb at the whole scene (yes, even the one of the kiss).

She knew it was going to happen ever since you talked about Wanda in Sokovia, and now she was about to interrupt an important moment in the new relationship, the first evening alone. She knew you wouldn't do anything naughty, especially since you had just had your first kiss, and so she trusted you two and she decided to vacate the room.

To avoid anyone else coming in and bothering you, Natasha told everyone else how things were, and no surprise they would have expected it too since you both kept talking about each other to everyone so they left you the movie night alone, at least all except Pietro.

With Pietro, Natasha had to handle it differently, she couldn't tell exactly what her sister was doing with his friend, so she... basically confined him to his room after sedating him.

That's it now she had secured the night off for her daughter, it was her turn to disappear from circulation now.

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You were there waiting for two hours and after being wary of showing loving attention in case someone came out of nowhere you slowly gave up realizing that no one would come anymore. "Guess they blew up movie night," you mutter as you look at your cell phone once again with the late hour clearly marked on it. "They don't know that they are lost" she consoles you by giving you a tender kiss on the cheek, and this makes you quite blush.

"They're missing out on the most beautiful girl in the world," you comment, stuffing popcorn into your mouth.

"I hope you're talking about me, because it would be very selfish if you think you are" she jokingly teases you and you decide to play along with her. "Even if I was talking about you, you shouldn't want to because then you'd be the selfish one" you counter expecting the exact answer she gives you, a punch on the shoulder and an offended look.

Don't worry, for me you will always be the most beautiful in the room

From the blush that this time appears on her cheeks and from the short but intense kiss that she steals from you, you understand that the little secret message has been received.

"See? Our first fight as a couple and it lasted a few seconds" you joke deciding to focus all on your girlfriend. "If they all ended up like this I'd always do them" compliments filling you with kisses all over the left side of your face.

"Well, Home Alone won't watch itself, there's always time for kisses" you jokingly urge the now long-abandoned film now playing.

And even if reluctantly you finally watch the film again, with a few kisses scattered here and there.

So after a few more movies you both collapse into dreamland, tangled up in each other as you peacefully rest together. Sure, it's not the first time you've slept together, but it's different this time, you're a couple now.

When she comes by to check if you were okay, Natasha sees you asleep with Wanda leaning on you and you, with a smile even while you sleep, she turn off the television still on and clean up the remains of the goodies that you swallowed like a garbage-eating mountain with your girlfriend.

And for a moment as she looks at you blissfully quiet she knows you're happy because you're definitely dreaming of the sleeping girl leaning on you.

She never expected that you would fall in love with the girl who was initially their enemy. Sure though, since the twins joined the team you've changed, you missed having a friendship with someone your age and since you know the twins you've formed a close bond with them.

How strange can fate be?

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After a few months of knowing each other you know that you both are heavy sleepers, in fact you are surprised when you wake up first and you can see that it is still early in the morning. You try to stay as still as possible so as not to wake Wanda, who is still sleeping peacefully on your chest, and you honestly find her adorable from this angle.

She has you trapped, with one arm under her and the other resting on her shoulder. So all you have to do is stand there staring at her sleeping form.

With the light coming through her half-open window her skin looks amber and with the sweater you bought her last week it matches yours.

Now you've noticed something that you don't know like her but she had escaped you, when she sleeps sometimes she wrinkles her nose and since she does it when she's thinking you know she's dreaming of something.

Your mind begins to wander as you gently intertwine your free hand with hers, thinking about everything but not checking when the girl would wake up.

"Hey stranger" she mutters smiling, unraveling from your arms and stretching herself well. "Hey stranger to you" you reply in kind, finally sitting up correctly and running a hand through your raven hair.

"Had a nice night?" she asks groggily looking around and noticing the cleanliness around. "Beautiful, but it will be less beautiful if we don't get up and my mother discovers us" defeat you complain already starting to get up, before a hand brings you back down and Wanda gives you a wild look.

"Hmm too bad, because I really wanted to stay cuddled with my girl" she says provocatively, and damn her accent has never been stronger, how can you tell her no. "Just a little bit" you give up, not so unhappy with your sentence, while making out with your girlfriend.

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After a deep kissing session you both got up elated and went to do your favorite morning activity which is cooking. This time there is a different emotion in the air accompanied by the usual fuss you combine when you work with the stove. "Why haven't we ever done it with magic?" you moan stirring pancake dough and puffing.

Your appearance makes Wanda giggle and you give her an offended, frustrated look. "Don't look at me like that, you said the old fashioned way was better" she grins a little more as she tries to pull herself together and get back to her employ of her, brownies.

"Well I was referring to the clothes, and it was seven months ago, now I'm more impatient" between one puff and another you tried to mix the now unusable dough.

"I want to make my brownies like this, you can also use a shortcut" she challenges you by continuing to mix with a superior attitude and a haughty air.

You give her a dirty look that if she weren't your girlfriend would have had physical results as well. "If you weren't my girlfriend, by now I would have knocked you down for what you said" you says abandoning the useless bowl and taking a new one to start all over again.

She takes the spoonful of chocolate and gives it a teasing lick before looking at you with dark eyes of desire for her. "Try to do that" she teases you she scowls. "Not now Maximoff, now I'll mix and dance" you counter by approaching the phone and playing one of Pietro's favorite songs that Wanda doesn't really like. "Not that!!!" she whimpers softly before getting a convinced yes from you and pouting.

In the end she finished baking "her brownies" first while you continued to sculettare happily mixing the second mixture of pancakes. Luckily this came out well.

"Ah! I told you, alone it's more satisfying" you exult as you put the last pancake on the plate and carry the plate to the center of the table. "At least we can make the toppings quickly," Wanda mutters, placing her brownies on the table too.

After you've nodded your head in a nutshell the pancakes become filled with a light dusting of chocolate and whipped cream, some even with a cherry on top, while the brownies come topped with sprinkles. "Ok perfect" you both happily affirm before giving each other a good peck on the lips and a high-five for a job well done.

You wanted to go and change your now all floured clothes with some clean ones, but then you got a mischievous idea. "JA-FRIDAY! Tell the team that breakfast is ready. And if they're not all here within sixty seconds, play Tony's playlist on full blast" you turn to the "new" AI that Tony has installed, having basically formatted JARVIS and implanted it in Vision's body, watching the realization in Wanda's eyes at your brilliant revenge for hanging around the night movie.

"Right away Miss Y/N" the robotic female voice replied before making the announcement into the rooms of your lazy teammates.

"This is really bad," says Wanda, finishing up eating the rest of the brownie batter with a spoon. "They deserve it. You can't negotiate with Christmas traditions" you grouchy mumble pointing to the rooms earning you a tender chuckle from Wanda.

At the end with a simple gesture of both hands you changed your clothes all floured with something cleaner. She with a green and blue sweater, with snowballs and Santa Claus depicted on it, fleece trousers always with snow and comfortable slippers. Instead, you preferred something more classic, a red and blue sweater with rudolph and blue fleece trousers.

When the eardrum-busting songs begin to play, you hear the sweet sound of vengeance in the form of heart-wrenching wails from your "friends", before seeing a red rage all messy coming towards you very angry.

"Y/N Romanoff!!!" your mother, with her hair all tousled and still in her pajamas, yells at you. "Hey mom" you greet ignoring her scruffy look, defying her aggressive demeanor.

"No 'hey mom'. Is that the way to wake people up? And don't try to say yes!" she starts ranting waving her arms menacingly in front of your impassive face. "It is, since you've all been hanging around movie night!" you answer by animating yourself in the speech, letting out all your displeasure at having been abandoned by everyone (except Wanda) during this tradition, in short, they know that traditions are important to you.

When she realizes why you ruptured her entire team's eardrums her fire temper fades a little as she remembers not thinking about this scenario last night. "That's not the way to take revenge anyway." she finally murmurs crossing her arms without deigning to look at you.

While you and your mom were arguing, Steve, Sam, and the others were also coming out of their rooms still groggy from sleep, from the music and from the screams they heard. The thing you didn't expect in that commotion was seeing Pietro running frantically around the room to then grab Natasha and pin her against the wall.

"Why did you sedate me?" confused and angry, the Sokovian tries to extrapolate an answer, from a former Russian spy, trained to resist the heaviest interrogations, seriously thinks he can get something out of it by asking so brutally.

In fact, the redhead's disadvantage is immediately reversed when she takes her arm, bends it and throws him to the ground with his chest down and his arm extended backwards. "Mom did you sedate him!?" shocked you ask the woman above Pietro, before having an answer you turn to Wanda and look for some explanation but she is just as confused as you.

"I didn't sedate him. I didn't sedate you," the redhead says, first turning to you and then to the boy below her who was trying to pull away from her painful grip. "Well too bad because my neck still hurts after you stuck me with that needle" he moans grinds at the pain in his harm.

"Okay, calm down everyone" entering the room Steve exclaimed.

"Yeah, can you tell what the hell happened?" immediately behind Sam asked appalled. There your mom and Pietro started talking over each other to assert their own versions.

Do you take care of them or should I?

They are all yours honey

"Now stop!" you scream in exasperation, getting all eyes on you. “Is it possible that we can't get along for more than 24 hours straight? We basically live together, and since I've been here there's always someone mad at someone!” you angrily explain all these stupid fights before receiving only more bickering from the two defendants.

"Shhh! I don't care who did what. In short, it's Christmas, we should all be better, be with family, friends, spend good time together not fighting. And then we are superheroes as well as friends and we shouldn't have any problems between us. Whatever the problem may be, please postpone it until the new year" you conclude the speech by silencing all the turmoil and only a few puffs came out before Pietro was freed from his grip and stood up abruptly rubbing his aching arm.

"Ah and Vision, you asked me what is the meaning of Christmas, well surely you won't see much here because it's in the gestures, in the feelings between people and here it seems that we can't stand each other, I'm sorry for you but among the Avengers there isn't magic of Christmas" disappointed you mutter disconsolately walking towards your room despondently.

"Ah, bon appétit. Wanda made her brownies, enjoy them, they are really special" are your last words before disappearing from the sight of your shocked teammates.

As soon as she sees you leave, Wanda runs after you, giving Pietro a disappointed look when she passes him to get to your room.

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Can I come in?

The lock on your door clicks and opens welcoming Wanda into your familiar room.

She sees you lying face down on the bed mumbling and she sits next to you. "I screwed up Wanda. Christmas is still a few days away and I already screwed it up" you complain angrily at yourself rolling your head from side to side.

"You haven't ruined anything Душо" she tries to console you by massaging your head aching from stress. "I ruined everything. I wanted to give you, Pietro and Vision a perfect Christmas, and we didn't even get there and already my mother was about to take your brother's arm off" you continue your complaints incessantly tired.

"You haven't ruined anything. They probably just had a case of mondays" she assures you even making you smile a little at this thing she happened to say sometimes. "Did you see? It's already better. And then I already have the best present I could have. Ти, моја принцезо" (You, my princess) she manages to make you lift your head and look into her green eyes full of love for you and damn if you not kiss her.

The kiss was short but intense, now you were staring at those magnificent emerald eyes. "One day you will really have to teach me sokovian" you ask her satisfied, getting a boop on the nose.

"One day maybe. Now there's someone who would like to talk to you" she breaks away from the hug, getting up from the bed she opens the door with a wave of her hand revealing Natasha about to knock.

As the redhead entered the room worried, Wanda darted away a little flushed mentally whispering to you.

I'm going to give Piet a lecture on why our friends don't attack each other, especially if they're my girlfriend's mother

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When you lose control of your emotions you used to go crazy and make a scene at the first victim, Natasha knew this, but she had never been the cause of this and this made her feel guilty.

"Это не твоя вина (it's not your fault)" without feelings and standoffish you tell her not even giving her a look.

"Блинчики были очень хороши (the pancakes were very good)" with what you can assume is a sad smile, she tries to lighten the conversation. "Thanks but they weren't for you" still offended maintain a sulk even though you can literally hear her strong thoughts about how guilty she feels.

"Weren't they for me? Since before you were my daughter you know that I love banana pancakes. And there were four well preserved ones there" she shakes your stubbornness remembering her bizarre passion for banana pancakes.

Apparently she manages to make you crack the enamel of offense with which you wrapped yourself, because you turn away while maintaining a sulk.

You were with your knees up to your chest, all curled up in yourself, but you could only imagine her 'I'm waiting for an explanation' look and you were already getting annoyed.

"I'm angry" you huff. "This is the first Christmas I really want to celebrate after my sister died, and I wanted to do it with you, with all of you." you explains pointing to the redhead and the ghosts of the squad scattered around the compound.

Her expression at first feigned hardness masking a sadness deep it began to crack revealing her true feelings by dissolving her hard posture into a softer one.

"And then, last night, you all abandoned me, left there on the couch by myself. I mean you all know how much I love Christmas in here!" you continue offended, accentuating the last sentence emphatically by moving your arms.

"I know солнышко, I know -" she approaches you trying to stroke your cheek, completely regretting having thought even if in good faith to leave you alone.

It took you two years to open up to her about your family and even if she loves you very much, she doesn't want you to withdraw into yourself, even if it hurts to open up

Instead of leaning into her warm palm like you always do this time you pull back with eyes flaming with anger. "No! You don't know what it's like to want to make everything perfect to make others happy! I wanted to give Vision, Pietro and Wanda a special Christmas like the ones I had as a child, and that included everything."

"Now I've ruined everything, Vision doesn't understand the meaning of Christmas and keeps asking me increasingly strange questions, you and Pietro were hitting each other off." small tears begin to form in your eyes as you let go of the stiffness of anger.

"The only one who came last night was Wanda, you know it was a beautiful evening and I wanted to spend it with all my family" you underline the last word, hurting Natasha even more who then hugs you tightly to her chest as the fountain of tears opens.

"Wanda is my only friend in here, and since we've been in Sokovia I feel my powers increase more and more since I met her" admit basking in your mother's longed-for hug, sad not to be able to tell her of what's unfolding. "Now I walk in the street and I hear all the people who have a thought strong enough to reach me and it hurts because they are not always beautiful"

"I feel all these new things and the one time when everything seems normal, Christmas, I want to spend it with the most important people in my life. And if I have to adjust to fit in then that's fine with me, I don't want to be alone again" through the tears you can still say, struggling a bit towards the end but still suffering a lot.

Your words break her heart, her little girl wracked with fear of being abandoned by her family again. Her heart hurts to know that she is the reason for your pain, she wanted to do you a favor by leaving you alone with Wanda but she didn't calculate your reaction. "It's okay солнышко, you don't have to change, you are perfect like this my daughter. Everything will be fine, Pietro and I will make peace and you will have the Christmas that you love so much. I promise you, mom promises you" she says cradling you gently between your various sobs.

You were feeling all relaxed now, all the tension of having to do everything perfectly was gone as you held your mother tightly, you can swear you'll definitely leave marks where your nails are now scraping but that isn't something either of you'll worry about.

Like a wall that breaks down, you've the clear revelation that your mother hadn't abandoned you last night, she had only seen you kissing Wanda and wanted to give you two more space; that space included seeing no one, that's why no one had come.

Saying that would be a problem, that would imply that you read Natasha's mind, and you promised her you wouldn't do it again. Of course, it's not your fault, since your powers are increasing you necessarily feel the strong thoughts of those around you, whether you want it or not. But that worm of the intrusion remains, it seems like having betrayed her, therefore.. you may regret it but you have to tell her, secrets aren't meant for you.

"Mom, I know you know,” you look into her eyes after you untangle yourself from the loving arm. The slight frown that appears on Natasha's face prompts you to argue better.

"The kiss, I heard you" after a slight moment of realization the expression returns to the loving one you love so much after she saw you scared. "It's okay, you didn't do it on purpose, I understand that" calms your overly touchy nerves, and maybe even lets out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

Now everything is calmer, your breathing is back to normal, and time no longer seems to have gone crazy. You begin to appreciate the soft light from the window again and allow yourself to return to normal.

"And so... you and Wanda... now -" she breaks the tranquility a little embarrassed by the question. "It's something, it's early but I really like her" you say with a slight smile in the crook of her neck. "I know, I always knew. Some things a mommy knows" he strokes your raven hair, a gesture so normal for you two, but so comforting

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(Wanda's Pov)

Why does my brother always have to be so stupid? Sometimes he really pisses me off

Why does your brother have to be so stupid, why attack your secret girlfriend's mother, or of course Wanda obviously won't have an answer if she keeps talking to herself, so she'll give that imbecile brother a good lecture. As soon as she arrives, Pietro already senses the trend and tries to run away to avoid an angry sister, but obviously, being the sister she is, she grabs him in full swing on the chest making him stop suddenly.

"I'm dead" after freeing himself from his sister's strangely strong grip, he whispers fearfully. "Oh, you just can't imagine how much," she scowls at him, tilting her head, quickly driving the other currently unwanted guests out of the kitchen.

"Tell me why the hell would you so suddenly attack a member of this team? And the answer must be something without 'she sedated me' otherwise my anger will not go down" she warned with a lot of intimidating ardor, leaving little room for maneuver to her brother, who was then forced to speak differently. "Okay сестра, okay." sighed the silvery blond resigned at the idea of leaving the argument unscathed, throwing his hands up in surrender before receiving a scarlet 'warning' from Wanda's gleaming eyes.

He told her what he was doing last night, how he was coming to the 'living room' to see the movies, how Natasha approached him gently and shortly after she stuck a needle in his neck and collapsed on the floor. When he woke up this morning he just wanted to know why she had done it and he knew that sweet manners wouldn't get anything out.

The whole conversation ran smoothly, Pietro's hasty reaction made 'sense', if one assumed a detail that only two people knew. What Y/N and Wanda were doing that night no longer seemed to be private because somehow Natasha must have seen something.

She sedated him, why?

Wait, last night he was coming then but he met Natasha and if… No it can't be, but… Oh shit, she saw us.

But she didn't stop us, and she didn't tell Pietro, should she support us?

How pragmatic that woman is!

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During the rant made by her brother, Wanda gets lost in her thoughts now convinced that she has understood things as they are, totally forgetting the poor fellow in front of her who had now concluded his reasoning leaving him there to wait for an intervention.

"Earth call Wanda, please answer" finally he snaps his fingers to get the attention of her sister lost in thoughts of her. "Are you listening to me?" after rebuking his sister hesitates annoyed Pietro.

"Yes, yes, I'm listening. And in any case, our friends don't attack each other. And then she's also Y/N's mother! She may be adoptive but she's still her mother" she defends the (good?) intentions of the pragmatic redhead, reasoning lowers her threatening tones towards Peter more willing now to a bilateral dialogue.

Now that the situation is more stable, the young man allows himself to relax and sits down on a chair near the counter.

"Yes, I know, that's her mother" he says emphasizing the word 'mother' with quotation marks, an exasperated moan comes out of her sister's throat. "She feels like one. And since we love Y/N very much we will get along with the only piece of family she has. After all we know what that means. Got it?" she says concisely, arms folded waiting for answers.

"But she sedated me!!!" he exclaims irritated at not being able to get his point of view understood, he gets up and annoyed goes to get some water to waste time.

"But you love Y/N, and Y/N wants to spend her Christmas with her and with us too. So now you wait for Natasha to leave that room and go apologize" she snaps in conclusion. Pietro tries to retort but is interrupted when Wanda stops him by undeterred pronouncing "You will do it" throwing a red glance to confirm the threat.

I hope Y/N clarified with Natasha. I can't bear to see her in this pain

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I'm done with Pietro, are you okay?

"better" you mutter still attached to your mother. "Are you talking to her?" she strokes your head, condescending and curious at the same time. "sometimes" smiling you move away and fix your messy hair.

You have many thoughts, but now you finally try to go with the flow, it is right that after so much effort you rely a little on others. Besides, the floor has never seemed like such an interesting thing to look at when you're embarrassed. "She is special, so are you. You have a unique, deep bond from the first moment. be declared to her" she puts a hand on your shoulders before giving you a reassuring shake and getting up to leave.

"Make peace with Pietro, he's a good friend" you tell her before seeing her disappear behind the door.

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Eventually they made up.

You and Wanda continued to keep your relationship a secret from Pietro and everything was going well.

In itself nothing has changed, you were always together even before and therefore to non-telepathic eyes everything seemed normal in the presence of the speedster.

The other day your mom barged into your room, Wanda was there of course, and she told you to get ready because you were spending Christmas in Iowa.

Needless to say, you were both shocked. Everything became clearer when Natasha explained you her perfect plan of hers.

Simple, you'll spend Christmas on Clint's farm. To say you looked baffled was an understatement, more for the fact that Clint had a farm than for the absurd idea.

Like the good spy that she is, she eventually manipulated you and you accepted.

So it would have been you, Wanda, Pietro and your mother on a farm with only one known member for a few days.

How absurd can the situation be?

So much so, because tomorrow you're leaving and now you're in a children's toy store with your girlfriend racking your brain over what to buy for a 7-month-old boy.

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"You say he'll have it dead for the rest of his life if we don't buy him a present for his first Christmas?" you say, running your fingers through the disproportionate amount of baby products.

"Clint or the newborn?" teases Wanda, pausing for a moment on a strange stuffed animal before continuing the tour. "both of them?" you also say asking the air in a joking tone thinking about the funny scene.

"Oh! This looks perfect." you suddenly stop on an epiphany, found, the perfect gift for little Nathaniel. "Okay so, let's go pay and then straight to the ice skating rink"

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"Where are you taking me" Wanda giggles, as you hold your hands over her eyes and lead her down the street, up to a big Christmas tree. "Wanda Maximoff, it's my pleasure to introduce you... The biggest Christmas tree you'll ever see!" you exclaim, removing your hands just before the last sentence leaving the view free to a wonderful tree colored by a thousand lights and decorations.

Bliss is stamped on her face, never seen such a beautiful tree, not that Christmas is celebrated in Sokovia when you live in captivity. "Wow!" she exclaims in amazement, a huge smile, you hadn't seen her so surprised and relaxed yet. It's worth it.

"Wow really" you confirm, your hands immediately thrust into your pockets to avoid frostbite, and you sneeze making Wanda giggle at your funny way.

"I could stay here forever. Much better than falling face down on the ice" she tries to dissuade you, terrified of making a fool of yourself in front of so many people.

You look at her with deciphering eyes, and behind her those innocent eyes, thanks to the time spent with her you understand her shy intentions of hers. "Don't try it witchy! I convinced Pietro to give us an outing on our own and I want to enjoy it all, don't stand here and observe this magnificent tree!" you tell her taking away any hope of salvation.

She's all she has left, a move that should work, she's got the biggest puppy eyes she's ever had. They're tender when you look at her, but knowing the sneaky intent underneath her, albeit with a lot of effort you manage to compose a decent denial.

"No Wands, let's go, I promise you'll have fun" you kiss her forehead and make room for her in your arms.

She hesitates a little, disappointed not to have escaped humiliation, but confident of your promise in the end she approaches and you two walk arm in arm towards the ice rink.

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The fun was one of the many moments you had there. At first Wanda was reluctant to go up because she didn't know how to skate, but after you promised never to let her go she limped up to you.

Very few times she fell, after a short time she didn't even realize she was going on her own and when she did she was going to fall if you didn't catch her at the last.

You stayed from there for a while, at least until you were seriously shivering from the cold and ran to the compound with the purchase made

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It should be normal for an Avenger to wake up before sunrise, right? Apparently when you have to catch a flight to Iowa it is not normal, in fact it is very difficult. Good thing you're a witch with a witch girlfriend so you help each other out with powers.

It is deep night and only 5 of you are awake in the compound. You, Natasha, Wanda and Pietro well wrapped up in various warm clothes, and a bag each. After all, most of you are trained to survive on the bare minimum, so a few items should do the trick.

"Are you sure it's ok for you?" still sleepy, barely standing, ask to Steve who got up to greet you (even to help you, he knows you're a sleeper).

"Go and enjoy your Christmas Y/N! I'll be fine" he reassures you, even if you're still a little sad, it will be all alone at Christmas. "But you'll be all alone" whining takes on a form of sorry for your close friend/mentor (actually most avengers have trained with you, so basically on a basic level they're all mentors).

"I won't be alone, I have the Vision with me. And then I must continue your mission to pass on the Christmas spirit, right?" try to joke about it, maybe even lift your spirits.

You feel a little bad because you're sorry anyway, but you give him a big hug, the ones you give when you want to convey a strong emotion.

"I left your Christmas present in my room. Don't forget, only open it at Christmas" recommend him serious, before breaking away and joining the twins at the compound door.

"Call Tony, tell him I've got something for him too, and wish him well on my behalf. Ah and... Merry Christmas Steve!" you give him a last goodbye before turning around and entering your mother's car with the twins.

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The journey from the compound to the airport is spent almost all half asleep (except Natasha, you really don't understand how she's not tired).

Boarding is almost endless, stretched even further by your urgent need for sleep, supplanted when three disguised customers coalesce into the cafeteria closest to the gate.

In an eight-hour flight, what can you do?

Sleeping is what you mainly do, sometimes between the various movements you make, you check the situation and see that even your mother has dozed off.

When you finally deign to open your eyes, too uncomfortable to try to sleep and too close together to get a decent night's sleep, you look out the window (or at least that's what normal people would see).

I want pancakes.

Ask for them, maybe they'll give them to you.

They don't have them, or they cost too much.

We are arriving soon, there will be a cafe at the airport.

I hate Iowa.

Драга моја, чак ни нисмо стигли у Ајову

Если ты будешь говорить по-русски, я буду говорить по-русски, хорошо?

We should learn both languages in my opinion.

Wanda, when we have time, I'll be happy to tell you the funny story of how I learned Russian. You are not ready

The plane has landed, get ready, I'll wake up Pietro

"Mam!!! Wake up, Iowa is waiting for us" you shake your arm by your side, making the redhead wake up with a start, who changes from a scared expression to a more alert and active one in a flash.

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Two weeks in the middle of nowhere with my secret girlfriend, her twin brother and my mother. What can go wrong honey?

Wanda rolls her eyes at your thought, as she looks at the snowy landscape of the countryside from the back seat of a rental car.

Where would you want to hide an Avenger and his family if not on a remote farm in the middle of Iowa nowhere. These were more of your secondary perplexities, too busy admiring the snowfall that had just begun and controlling your nervous tics.

Why am I under the impression that within the next fourteen days everyone in this vehicle will know about our relationship?

Paranoia Y/N, keep your paranoia at bay.

Hun, my darling, you know you know me as well as Pietro and it's been a long time since we've lasted this long. So in advance I apologize for all the nonsense that will happen in that house.

Yes, I know you, and Pietro does too, for this very reason you know that even if we tell him in the end everything will go well. Then now just breathes, one breath at a time and looks at the snow.

Without raising suspicions, you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time as Wanda gives you peace of mind with a few words and take a quick look at the falling snow.

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"Here we are" turning the key off Natasha warns, in front of a snowy clearing before the house. "Guys, you pack your luggage, I'm going to warn Laura of our arrival" she says before putting on a hat, getting off and entering inside.

As mentioned above, the three of you are already outside fiddling with the bags. "Does anyone know how to deal with children? No because I really have zero experience and there are three of them in there" you mumble draping a bag over your shoulders and adjusting hat, scarf and all.

The twins too respond with a silent no, none and together you prepare for the infant massacre.

"One of them surely knows how to shoot a bow" on the short road towards the house, Pietro blurts out, stopping for a moment.

Perplexed you too and Wanda pause to listen. "In short, they are Hawkeye's children, one of them must have inherited the family gift" he hints thoughtfully, the statement also makes you and Wanda laugh a little, but it might not be unfounded.

"If you put it like this, one day you'll have a little speedster running around you" you tease by glancing at his reaction, empty for a few seconds but then with a glint of trouble that you really hate. "So one day when you and Wanda have kids they'll already know how to float things and torture weak minds?" makes a joke more dedicated to teasing her sister about her 'non-crush', leaving you two poor people red as tomatoes.

To speed up the conversation then you go to the door and start retorting "As if Wanda and I -" you are interrupted when you open the door and see so many new people.

In addition to Natasha, you were welcomed by a woman, the Laura your mother was talking about earlier, and two children of about ten. Oddly enough now those shy ones had become the twins, who huddled behind you. So it was up to you to do it for three.

"Pleasure Laura" the woman introduces herself, holding your hand, which you grasp in complicity. "And you must be Y/N right?" she asks you uncertain about your appearance, and without problems you confirm the appellation.

It's your turn, I'm too embarrassed to get out of here. Please Y/N!

Since that doesn't work, you give a slight Sokovian nudge in the ribs, shifting the lady's attention to the two boys behind you. "And you must be the Maximoff twins, Clint told me a lot about you" you backs off leaving Pietro and Wanda in the front line, brutally pushing them to break the ice.

You never realized how closed they can be until now, and you understand why you know how to be so too and very often.

Now I can help you, it's your turn to breathe wands. New argument in 3...2...1...

"Laura you said? Nice to meet you, these must be your children right?" you divert attention to the two children in front of you who only now you realize are staring at you.

You learn that their names are Lila and Cooper and they could be the perfect way to loosen up your friends.

"Guys, how about you go play over there while your mother and I talk?" she subtly manipulated the children, offering you a good way out to bring the twins and babies to their breaking point. "Yes Auntie Nat!" in chorus they answered walking away towards a small table full of knick-knacks and toys in the next room.

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Normally, or at least when he's with you or with his sister, Pietro you really wouldn't consider him an introvert, now he's the perfect definition and this is serious. The same for Wanda, both of them don't even know what they're doing here, sure maybe Wanda trusts more because you're here but still they don't know what to do.

The interesting point is that Pietro himself suggests the next thing to do.

" Lila, Cooper do you want to see something cool?" you ask enthusiastically, attracting the attention of all four, some more curious than others.

Hun in five seconds can you float that lamp next to the boys?

What would you like to do?

Like I said, something cool

As you 'talk' to Wanda your eyes light up red making the children marvel before she takes a little magic and concentrates it into a small glowing ball in your hands.

"See? This little ball can do many things. Such as..." You interrupt yourself as you make the ball fly after them and put it into the lamp that Wanda made fly, thus creating a little red light. "... A little night light! Do any of you use a night light?" you ask waiting for a little shy yes from Lila.

"Here this is yours now little Lila" you hand her another ball, which 'unfortunately' dissolves as soon as it leaves your body.

Cooper is ecstatic, he has heard from his father about many people with fantastic superpowers but has never seen them live.

"Wow Y/N! So you can do all this cool stuff?" he compliments you, increasing his curiosity more and more when you smirk.

"Ah yes I can do many things. But this young lady here, she is the real marvel" you admit proudly pointing at your girlfriend, she obviously blushes when the amazed looks of the children fall on her.

"Oh Y/N how kind! Let's not forget about Pietro though, after all he could go around the world in a flash if he just commits himself"coquettishly Wanda also brings up her brother, getting in addition to some 'wooow' also a grimaces at the words 'if only he would commit'.

The game is done. You have broken all the protective walls that the twins have put up over the years to protect each other.

From there everything got better, Lila is obsessed with the movement of Wanda's hands when she uses her powers and therefore keeps asking her to lift the same lamp over and over again just to see it all over again.

With Cooper, being a thirteen-year-old, the conversation with the other Sokovian went a little slower but still pleasant.

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Natasha and Laura talk quietly, occasionally glancing at the five of you now engaged in other chores (you and Wanda stand next to Lila who is coloring a drawing and Pietro and Cooper are doing boyish things).

"They're dating right?" Laura blurts out suddenly watching an exchange of smiles between you and Wanda. "It's obvious to everyone except her brother," your mother smiles back.

"You know Nat, when you came last time, Clint told me about them… I just didn't expect them like this" she reflects eyeing the five of you playing together now, leaving Natasha convinced of her opinion of her.

"They are boys, they have lost everything, all three of them. And I honestly think they have become addicted to each other" she smiles sadly, it hurts her to think of the enormous pain you felt both times you lost everything .

Everything goes well and you proudly turn around and give your mother two thumbs up with the most innocent and satisfied smile you could ever give. She gives you a sympathetic wink and underneath she's happier for you. "You didn't give birth to her but you're her mother" Laura murmurs condescendingly. "I am" sighs Natasha happily resigned.

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You'd just emptied the few suitcases you'd brought and headed back downstairs when the front door was opened to reveal Clint holding baby Nathaniel and a dark-haired girl with a sack of envelopes.

Not seeing anyone about to help the girl overwhelmed by the envelopes, you do your best to remove some from her.

You introduce yourself, and she tells you her name is Kate, you also notice a number of healing wounds on her nose, under her chin, and right eyebrow.

Stuffed with envelopes, you two go into the other room and sigh softly, because Clint has a series of injuries too, they've been through a lot recently, haven't they?

The little guy moves from his father's arms to a high chair and you slowly strike up a moderate conversation.

"So… You two float things and read minds and you're fast" Kate gestures between you, Wanda and Pietro trying to get the three of you right. "Basically yes" confirms the Sokovian drumming his fingers on his leg, before getting an elbow in the ribs from his sister who exclaims "That's not true! We not do only that!" annoyed by ignorant belittling. "It's like we say 'you're good with the bow'. By the way, tough day huh?" you remark sarcastically supporting Wanda, moving on later to your curiosity about the injuries sustained. "It's a tough week actually. You know, mafias and various stuff" she lightly admits, brushing the hair over his eye.

"However, I don't understand how you got Hawk-dad to take you along," you point out, raising your voice over the word Hawk-dad to get Clint's attention, as well as a slightly hidden smirk from Pietro.

"For the same reason that you now have the black widow for a mother, at least that's what I think" she formulates thoughtfully, strangely making a speech that is very truthful.

"Oh yes, a soft heart under twenty protective layers" this time it is Pietro who remarks on a point that is clear to everyone. Apparently enough to make us all laugh a little bit.

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"You made a big mistake to lock those four kids under the same roof" hearing you snicker complains the grouchy archer, pointing mainly to his wife and the redhead in front of him.

"You brought Kate" Natasha says pointing a knife at him menacingly. "And then if they get along it won't be the end of the world" Laura continues, understanding your situation, while she played for a moment with baby Nate. "For now" Clint snorted, surrendering to the futile resistance he attempted against those two.

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All in all, your mother's idea isn't so bad. It was the best two days you've had since many Christmases ago.

Clint's family is amazing, and then there's Kate, you didn't even know she was there but you sure don't mind. Sure, it's not the Christmas you were expecting, in fact it's much better.

The only downside is that the landlady won't let you touch a stove, which is why now you're bored sprawled out on the sofa watching Lila draw an unlikely cow.

"What are you doing Y/N?" softly approaching Kate asks, completely oblivious to your boredom.

"Absolutely nothing Kate, nothing at all," you huff loudly, only to lift your sweater a little. She also sits next to you, and together you both sigh bored. "Your friends are great" at one point the dark haired girl spoke up.

"They are. But you aren't bad either" you compliment the girl, waiting for an answer, or perhaps the end of this absolute boredom.

"Clint told me about what they went through and I was shocked. But he didn't say anything about you, any skeletons in the closet?" she tells you curious, she is also cautious in touching unlikely sore buttons.

History repeats itself and you don't want to cry or tell again so you look for a shortcut.

"I'll show you, can I?" you offer gently, extending a hand near her temple waiting for a yes from her. When it arrives, you wave your hand and through red threads project all your 'skeletons in the closet' into her mind.

It lasts a few seconds, just long enough for a single tear to roll down Kate's cheek, so you're surprised when she suddenly hugs you, but you understand and reciprocate the sudden gesture of affection.

"It's not your fault" she whispers, as if she were the first to tell you, but a little comforting all the same to know that everyone believes in you. "I have yet to accept it" you try to move forward, maybe over time.

"Instead, what about you Kate Bishop?" you change the subject, going towards lighter tones, perhaps. "Ah the usual stuff. My mother collaborated with the mafia and a few days before Christmas I had to have her arrested" she tells you after freeing herself, with such fluency, this girl is not easily put down, Wow.

"Standing lazy," Clint exclaims, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, with Wanda and Pietro in tow looking rather beaten.

"Whhhyyyy," you and Kate both complain in unison, not at all happy about having to do it. "Why yes. Now put something on and go out through that door" not at all flexible and very authoritarian command the older archer.

Complaining and reluctantly you got up with many protests, shoved something and violently thrown out of the house.

"Good! Out in the snow with nothing to do," you moan mournfully, kicking the stupid solidified water. "Hey, how about we have a competition to see who can finish building a snowman first?" the young archer proposes with an idea in mind, an idea that apparently everyone likes.

"Only one rule, no powers" she adds, leaving the rest of us baffled by this duplicity. "Oh yes? Then there will be two teams. Me and Wanda against Lady Hawk and Speedy" you counter, playing a clever and unpredictable move, like their reaction to the nicknames you gave them.

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You may be superheroes but surely the art of snowmen is not within your capabilities.

In fact, both teams are poorly behind expectations, and if what you're building could be considered a snowman it would surely be among the ugliest ever made in the world.

But after all, there is a positive side to everything, right?

In this matter surely it's hearing Pietro and Kate bickering over every single thing, everything from the size of the snowballs to how big to make it. So while you two also proceed in your failure at least giggle at the other team's constant squabbling.

"No... not like that!" annoyed Kate complains about the order of the balls. "First this then that!" the young Sokovian then argues, going in the opposite direction of the girl. "Still? I said it must big like this... " she negatively amazed she argues over the stupid size of the stupid ice water.

"Look Kate, I didn't think you could be so annoying" exclaims poor Pietro in exasperation, he just can't get along with that girl. "Speak for yourself Maximoff!" precisely not even with the opinions on who is worse.

Before the quarrel continues, you make a small snowball, with magic, and throw it behind Pietro's back. "Oh big mistake" are the first words he says when he realizes that you were the instigator of the ball, obviously cracking his neck.

And so it was that a real snowball fight begins. Oddly enough now the lady-speed team works perfectly as they both start to almost send balls flying towards us.

On the other hand, now that perhaps the 'no powers' rule should have been abolished, you and Wanda are free to use your magical skills to mess up the direction of the snowballs.

It feels like a real battle, just with no real deaths, so it's better. Dozens of balls piloted by magic crash on the 'enemy front', compared to the few thrown by the two boys, at least until Pietro gets nervous and he too starts using his super speed to compare the quantity arriving.

In short, Clint's yard in a short time is almost snowless on entire sides. And more than a war, all four of you are having so much fun, one of those competitions that doesn't hurt.

In the end, after a good ten intense minutes you are all quite tired and therefore you declare a truce.

Pietro withdraws into the house, covered in snow like everyone else, he will surely want to make fun of Clint, after all it should be his favorite activity, while Kate probably stays out to rebuild a minimum of order.

Wanda takes you aside for a moment and like teenagers you slip away behind the barn to hide. "Hey" you smile at her, still enjoying the light snow on her nose. "Hey" she says, wrapping you in her arms, a warm hug in the winter cold.

"Good job first, with the snowballs" you speak more to breath than to converse, you could stand there silent doing nothing and just look her in the eyes. "Just kiss me stupid" she jokes she grabs you by the collar of your jacket and leans in to crash her soft lips on yours.

You let yourself be cradled by her, indulging her in her sweet amorous waltz, swaying just enough to savor the taste of her lapstick.

All very profound and sensational, so much so that all the alarm systems broke down and you didn't notice a female presence watching you. "Oh my God!" surprised, frightened, in short, very shocked Kate exclaims, immediately attracting your attention.

"Please don't erase all my memories!" she begs her, scared of a very hypothetical thing and very little from you.

At this point you and Wanda are very embarrassed to have been caught in the act, fortunately not by Pietro, but the embarrassment remains.

"Kate, I don't think we can do this, can we?" you try to reassure the frightened archer, also turning to Wanda for further confirmation, which unfortunately doesn't arrive because apparently this is an unknown factor of our powers.

"Anyway we don't want to do it, just don't tell Pietro" you fix the irreparable hoping for a reassurance, and immediately her typical self-confident attitude re-emerges stronger than before.

"I'll pretend I didn't see anything when I'm with that guy, I promise. Goodbye witches in love" she concludes before turning on his heel and retracing his steps, even further as the front door can be heard opening and closing so come back to being just you two.

You take a minute of silence to put the situation together and then you finally accept what's to come. "We have to tell him," you say to each other at the same time, with the same look and awareness of the next conversation with Pietro.

"Let's go back inside and think about it" you offer her your hand and together you walk side by side towards the door.

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You want to say it, she wants it too, so why is it so complicated? Maybe because not all donuts come out with a hole in the middle, or maybe because when you stall with the universe then it decides to give you a nasty shove for where he wants.

Once we got back into the house, time went by so much faster, not least because how could it not when you're being tossed between curious children and every other human being in this house.

That's why it's already evening and you're all eating a hearty meal.

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As with all group lunches, or family meals so to speak, there were small conversation groups. "Really exquisite missis B" biting into a forkful, the boy with the silver hair compliments the landlady. "Delicious" you continue the trail, enjoying this surprisingly good thing.

"Thank you both. And Y/N, I hear you're doing modestly in the kitchen too!" Laura thanks you, opening a topic that can bring you pride. "Y/N here at the tower was our primary source of food, without her we'd have some very empty fridges now" Clint says, and you blush a little at the compliment, so you try to balance it a bit.

"You would always have Wanda, she certainly does better than me in the kitchen. Unlike a certain redhead... Able to burn even water" you adjust the situation a little, making everyone laugh (except Natasha, of course) at the allusion, and just to not miss it you already feel the daggers your mother is throwing at you with her eyes for criticizing her null cooking skills.

The dinner continues and you are now conversing with Wanda in front of you and Kate next to you.

Apparently the push the universe wants to give you is ten years old and she's sitting next to her mother right now. "Mom, why do people kiss on the lips?" the little girl shyly asks her mother, obviously leaving Laura stunned by her question which at this point she will have to improvise. "My love, people kiss when they love each other, like me and dad" as a good mother simplifies things, too difficult for a ten-year-old to understand, but enough for her to have a revelation.

"Ohhh" amazed she understands, ready to shock you for the next few minutes. "So Y/N it's Wanda they love each other! They kissed" she exclaims loudly.

The room is silent, and all eyes turn towards the little girl, the only ones who are frightened are yours, Wanda's and Kate's.

"Ehm... Lila what are you saying?" nearly drowning Kate asks, hoping she's wrong. "You told me Kate! Y/N and Wanda kissed!" in more innocent tones, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, the little girl repeats again.

Now eyes quickly turn to the young archer, now very shocked, ready to apologize.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know who to tell and then she asked me and I..." she looks like she is about to hyperventilate so much that she gasps, unable to form words that make sense, and extremely mortified.

"Someone explain to me what's going on here?" the only person at the least opportune moment enters the conversation, Pietro, curious above all to discover the somersaults that you and his sister have made.

"We have to talk" serious Wanda communicates to both of them, before getting up and going aside.

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"How long has it been..." he gestures between you two, curiously wondering how long this thing has lasted. "Days... A few weeks actually" you clarify hoping not to have a negative reaction, it shouldn't but it's always better to prevent.

"We wanted to tell you, but we were waiting to figure out where we'd end up" Wanda hesitates a little, she doesn't know how much she should say, if it would be the right time (it's not) to say those three famous words.

No one speaks, not even the slightest buzzing of some kind of insect, absolutely dead silence.

Then, Pietro bursts into a muffled laugh, muttering incomprehensible words, until he takes a breath and calms down (the shitty smile remains though). "What do you find amusing about it?" you two exclaim annoyed by his usual ways.

This only adds to the shit-eating smile already on his face. "I find it funny that, you've been acting like a couple ever since you met!" he exclaims amused, not as much as you two, since you are shaking with anxiety.

"Obviously you were too oblivious or stupid to notice each other's feelings, and especially you little sister, you said 'she's just a friend' and you know how many times I believed it… Zero." he explains, even slightly insulting you but however the sense of understands.

"The reason you kept it from me for so long is because there was nothing to hide, you've been doing it before!" he concludes by throwing his arms in the air for emphasis, already leaving you two less anxious but much more amazed.

"Wait, I'll ignore the fact that you just called me dumb, but are you okay with me dating your sister?" ask for further confirmation, with him you never know, he is very unpredictable and unpredictability is not part of his powers.

"You're already dating her and I couldn't wait for it to happen Y/N. I mean, look at each other, you're completely fucking in love each other. I'm surprised you haven't said 'I love you' yet." he thus exits the conversation leaving you both enthusiastic, free to live the relationship without having to hide it from your best friend / twin brother.

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The rest of the dinner was awkward, sure you'd forgive Kate by the end of the day, but there was nonetheless awkwardness between everyone regardless (at least for a while) of pleasant small talk.

The advantage of staying in the countryside is that in winter you can light the fireplace and cozy up next to it with a nice cup of hot chocolate and a soft blanket.

And since the beds aren't enough in practice, the sofa should be your temporary bed.

From this point of view, the whole house is really nice, a beautiful tree all decorated in a corner, many decorations scattered throughout the house, and obviously the fireplace makes everything more beautiful (and Christmassy).

When you 'forgave' Kate it was as if a boulder had been removed from her shoulders, making her go back to her usual behavior, so much so that after fifteen minutes you were already laughing and making fun of each other.

It wasn't quite the Christmas Eve you were expecting, but it was certainly better than what would come out of it.

In practice Wanda only came once and if you hadn't literally pushed her away you would have fallen asleep together, too sad to leave you alone on the sofa, but determined enough to go and threaten Pietro to have him moved the next day.

You greeted her with a kiss, and the promise of a special gift the next day.

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It's Christmas morning and you've been up since six. You couldn't sleep and since you wouldn't have any more decent sleep, you got up and got busy.

You packed the presents you'd 'forgotten' to unpack for the kids under the tree and then got down to cooking.

One by one all the dishes float into the room, accompanied by ladles, pots and pans; also you try to adjust the speed at which they move just so as not to wake anyone up.

All the recipes for desserts, foods and various delicacies that you can eat for breakfast (at Christmas) you bake, knead and cook them.

While you manage all the courses a little, your magic does the tricky, so that you can multiply your productivity tenfold.

In the end, after an hour and a half of whisking, mixing, baking, cooking, turning on, turning off, fixing, decorating, tasting here and tasting there, you have a table (and a few other shelves) laden with delicacies of every type, genre and shape; just in time to hear baby footsteps walking through the house.

And since when the children wake up the rest of the house also wakes up in four and four eight the whole house is reluctantly awake. The first to pass in front of you are the children who dart towards the tree, without even turning their gaze to the shining table, followed by all the others.

"What is this smell?" Clint, at the head of the line, still too far away wonders.

The answer doesn't come, even if everyone else has become aware of a sweetish fragrance in the air, until the kitchen (and table) becomes visible.

You welcome them enthusiastically, with your arms behind your back with a special surprise for someone special, and to say they are surprised is an understatement.

"Wow Y/N that's... that's wonderful!" your mother is the first to speak, accustomed to your culinary whims, but never so large; you really outdid yourself this time. "You didn't have to" Laura surprised, even a lot, takes charge of any sense of thanks (on your part) next to her husband.

"What time did you wake up to do all this?!" Clint chimes in, pointing to all the stuff you've been packing, curious about your crazy schedules. "You.are.amazing!" Kate exclaims in disbelief, in fact it's the first time for her that she's seen you at work, her astonishment together with her wonder are clear on her face, dismayed by the long black hair that hangs from her cheeks.

"I know, I know. I couldn't sleep early this morning so I got to work... with a little help" you briefly summarize your answers, shifting the weight of your surprise onto one hand to free the other and show a little magic in your hands.

"Well the kids have already cleared out while you're standing there. Go go! The food will hold for another ten minutes" you urge, wanting to take time for that thing, and thank goodness it works because everyone starts walking towards the kids.

Wanda stands there, her astonishment imprinted on her features, the cold morning light illuminating her face shadowed by her hands placed there in disbelief.

When she approaches you, with your hands still behind your back, she probably doesn't know what you're hiding, because when you bring out the cake, the same cake that she once told you that her mother used to make her at Christmas.

Nothing complicated, a simple recipe, not even the yeast is there, but for her it is worth more than any other dessert in the world.

Her eyes fill with wonder when she looks into your hands and she has to resist not kissing you instantly in order not to drop the cake.

So she with a wave of her hands she pushes the cake away and bridges the gap between you. She links her arms around your neck, you place yours on her hips and together you quietly indulge in a romantic kiss.

All the electricity that generates the moment is intoxicating, she makes you feel alive and you never want to stop, but then you remember that you have to breathe and that you have to give her yet another surprise. In the kiss you smile slightly and unfortunately interrupt the beautiful moment.

"And you haven't seen your Christmas present yet" you make her curious, going from a sulky Wanda to a curious Wanda. "Oh?" she tilts her head smiling mockingly, completely interested in the surprise of her beloved.

You take her hand and after taking the car keys you go out into the cold. "If your gift is a nice flu then I don't want it" she protests when you take too long to open the faulty hood, she rubs her hands over each other to create a minimum of heat.

"Don't worry... it's just this stupid thing that - that's it!" after several tries you manage to get hold of the wooden object, before making sure to get her eyes covered for added surprise.

When you wave her all clear, she opens her eyes and in front of her you are holding a guitar, brand new "Merry Christmas, Wands!" with so much joy you say to her with arms wide open, she takes the guitar and jumps into your arms.

"Thanks thanks thanks" she fills you with kisses all over your neck going up and up.

You smell the cinnamon scent that was in the house now impregnated in her brown hair as you think over your idea.

"You were so sad when the other one broke so I bought you another one" you explain lovingly as endless kisses cover your face.

"I have a thing for you too" when she stops showering you with kisses she whispers.

"Oh yes?" interested you ask, waiting for a nod from her.

She backs away a little and with a wave of her hand a frame with a photo inside of her appears in her palm.

"What is that?" curiously you ask her questions, she trembles with anticipation, she is dying her lower lip and there really isn't the most of her.

"A memory," she confesses to you before turning the frame, and you can only be amazed, it's a picture of you and your sister when you were five.

Do you still remember that day like it was yesterday, but it's been a long time, you were out and about all day with Nora, she had done a treasure hunt and you just couldn't find anything and you were feeling so frustrated, so you went to get ice cream and then after that you built a pillow fort where you ended up taking a nap.

"How did you... How did you do it?" incredulous, you ask, it shouldn't be possible right?

"I had Vis look up information about your family and we found this…" she points to the photo, and damn you have that toaster to thank when you get back to the compound.

Now the light tears are more frequent and the bitter cold furrows the channels previously furrowed by tears pinching the cheeks a little, but despite everything she sighs and pulls up a partial smile.

"I wanted to give you a nice gift, but with this you have won a clean slate" you joke, as always using humor to defuse tension, a bad / good habit of yours that has been with you for a long time.

"I love my present, because you made it. But I'll love it more if we go inside in the warmth," she reassures you, shivering from the cold and wishing she could conjure a blanket over her.

"Let's go, Ice Queen, let's see if Pietro and Kate are arguing again" you offer her her arm and together you go inside again.

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Definitely the best Christmas you've ever had. The rest of the day was amazing, and the best part was being able to do it with the people who love you.

You spent a few more days at Clint's farm, and when you finally went away, Lila was very sad because she really loved you (also Wanda and Pietro, but you more) and you promised her you'd come back.

You also offered Kate a ride and a formal invitation to come to the compound but she has declined for the time being and said she will let you know her decision when she is ready.

Back at the compound, you hugged Steve (you really missed his 40's tales) and told him everything. Even Vision seemed different, somehow Steve made him understand what Christmas is and he no longer finds it just a commercial gimmick, you missed him too, and you even surprise him with a hug leaving him stunned.

Eventually the gamble you made with Tony kind of paid off and you're going to make sure you get paid someday.

You mention Kate to Steve and pitch her as a recruit for the avengers since Clint is supposed to be retiring and he seems quite okay with wanting to take her on whenever she wants.

A few days later Sam also returns, having gone home to his sister for the holidays and so the circle closes.

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In the life of a superhero there are difficult moments, many times they are more than the easy ones, but in those little fragments of normal life that you can carve out for yourself, you realize that you are not alone.

Sure everyone has their own conflicting ideas, but that's how it works and you can't change it.

Surely this Christmas will be one of the most magical ones you will carry in your heart.

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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Tell me

Masterlist

Pairing: Omega!Pietro maximoff x Alpha!Female!Reader

Slot:Mommy kink+A/B/O dynamics

The second you entered your house,you were hit by the smell,the unmistakable smell. You found Pietro in your room,your clothes and blankets wrapped around him. Just as you opened the door you heard whimpers and groans,followed by him moaning your name. He barely heard you step closer,only noticing when you sat down on the bed.

"Y/N" You brushed his hair back and kissed him.

"Need some help" You teased,wrapping your hand around his cock,making him jump. He quickly wrapped himself around you,pulling you to his chest.

“Please,mommy I need you” His hand on your cheek as he begged you to take him. Those words set off a fire inside you,pinning both his hands above his head and biting down on his neck making sure to leave a mark. Moving your hand faster made him moan louder. “Mommy”

“Don’t worry,I’ll give you what you want. You just have to be a good boy for me”

“I will,please mommy. I’ll be a good boy for you”

“Now why don’t you tell me what you want?” He blushed, looking away from you.

“I want you to fuck me,I don’t wanna cum from just your hand”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me”

“Mommy” He moaned as you pulled him back by his hair,tears were streaming down his face. “M-Mommy” You grabbed his hips with both of your hands,moving faster. Leaning closer you whispered

“You’re such a good boy”

“Mommy can-” He cut himself off by moaning “Can I ride you?” You slowed down and pulled out. Lying down on your back,he immediately straddled you. Slowly taking you back in,almost immediately he started bouncing up and down. Every move made his hair sway back and forth, some of it sticking to his face. His mouth hanging open,not stopping a single moan. A few minutes in he was already crying,begging for you to take control again.

“What do you want?”

“Please fuck me,please” Pushing him down you grabbed him harder than before as you chased your release,his moans motivating you to move faster. You pushed all your weight on him,forcing him down as he came. You kept pounding him until you came and he was crying in pleasure.

“Pietro?”

“Yes mommy?”

“I didn’t hurt you,did I?”

“No,I’m fine. I just need a minute” He laughed,still out of breath.

“Me too” You kissed his cheek,moving to lay back down and pull him to your chest.

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ravensliterature · 1 year

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A Life for a Life

A/N: I have been hit with the writing bug

pairing: Pietro x Reader

warnings: Mention of blood, near death

w/c: 1754

Prompt: You save Pietro life when he takes the bullet for Clint, but at what cost?

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'Pietro really should probably be taking this more seriously,' you think to yourself, 'We are on a floating island in the sky and fighting robots. He's going to get himself killed.' You turn your attention back to the battlefield destroying any robot that comes in your way, looking around for your friends but only seeing bots here and there.

You used your telekinesis to rib any Ultron robot clone to shreds. You were so focused on your task at hand that you didn't even realize it when one of the clones grabbed onto your leg and yanked you off your feet.

A sharp pain shot up from your calf. You fall to your knees clutching your limb, which was throbbing with the sudden loss of pressure. However, you also were a fast healer.

You met Pietro and Wanda in the lab they were experimented on. While they volunteered for the experiments you were abducted from your family. The experiments were the worst experience of your life but you met your best friends.

"You're too slow, printsessa!" A Pietro yells as he runs past you killing a line of robots.

You take off running behind him, dodging the bots and trying to keep up with his long strides.

"I can still kill more than you, Piet," you call out to your friend.

Suddenly you hear something explode above you. It sounds close enough that you almost missed it.

You glance around frantically. Small bits of metal rain above your head as you gaze up to see the destruction raining from above. You look back to see Clint with his arrow drawn and pointing toward the sky.

He looks took good at this holding onto his bow and arrows. He shoots down robot after robot with ease. His movements are graceful, and precise even with all the damage being done.

"Help people get to the ships!" Clint screams over his shoulder.

You won't waste another second; leaping over destroyed robots and ducking under their limbs. You run through the battle destroying any robot that tries to harm civilians as does Pietro. You continue to help and as you fight you see Piet's blue bur at your side.

Your mind flashes to the last time you saw him injured, when you, Pietro, and Wanda were on a mission.

'Please don't let him get hurt,' you beg inside your head hoping that somehow he will be okay.

You continue dodging attacks from robots while trying to direct people.

Without notice, you heard something fly overhead. Bullets could be heard as you see Clint ducking while trying to protect small bullets. You try to catch the bullets with your telekinesis. You almost did, but you see a flash of blue move them away. Relief fills your body knowing Pietro was able to save Clint and the child but then you are filled with dread. Pietro is filled with bullets. Blood tainted his shirt with holes and you can see he is gasping for any air that he can.

Pietro falls to the ground and his eyes meet yours and your heart tears. With one look you know he knows.

You quickly make your way toward him before Clint has time to stop you. You reach Pietro and kneel beside him, placing a hand on his chest. You are a very strong healer but you can also heal others.

Pietro lets out one weak cough as blood spills out from his mouth. He grabs hold of the bottom of your shirt trying to steady himself, keeping himself from passing out.

"Pietro!" You cry in a soft voice not wanting to hurt him or scare him.

"Y/N... Y/N please don't do anything stupid," he begs you, squeezing your shirt in his fingers in an effort to stay conscious.

"Okay, I won't." You gently rest your hands over his and try to focus.

Your powers surge into your hands, spreading across his torso. Slowly, he starts to breathe normally again. A smile spreads across your face as you watch him breathing. However, your breathing becomes more ragged. You had never needed to heal someone this injured and you could tell it was taking a toll. You began to feel fainter and fainter as the wounds on Pietro began to heal. You were sure that if you lost consciousness now you would lose Pietro completely. You weren't ready for that. Not yet.

With renewed vigor, you concentrate on his wounds healing all the cuts and bullet wounds. Your hands glow paler as if they have become a ghost. All you hear are Pietro's raspy breaths and the hum of your power. The sound fills you with relief knowing that Pietro could live, but the energy drains out of your hands and you slump against the floor. Everything seems blurry and dark.

"Y/N!" You can just barely register Pietro kneeling down next to you, worry etched on his features.

"Are you alright?"

You manage to give him a nod. That wasn't entirely true, but it seemed like the right thing to do. You felt dizzy and tired; you hoped you would be fine in a few minutes.

"(Y/N), look at me," Pietro whispers, cupping your cheek. "Don't leave me now."

His warm brown eyes shine with emotion and concern as he holds your cold, paler-than-normal features. Tears stream down his cheeks.

You couldn't stand watching him cry. You lift a shaking hand and touch Pietro's cheek brushing away the tears with your thumb. Your hand is ice cold. Even though your injuries were healed and Pietro's were, you still weren't 100% fine yet.

Pietro doesn't move away as you wipe away his tears, instead placing a gentle kiss on your fingertips before pulling them away from his face.

The kiss sends a wave of warmth through you. Your lips quiver slightly but remain closed as Pietro's thumb brushes over your lips. He moves closer and kisses you gently on the forehead as you lay there. He kisses each of your temples before resting his forehead upon yours. You breathe in his comforting scent as you feel your eyes grow heavier. As your vision grows darker Pietro says, "Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Night, Piet..."

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Pietro cries softly to himself gazing at your lifeless form. A sob escapes his throat but it's cut short by his loud sobs. Pietro curls further into himself, clutching his chest and trying to suppress every sob threatening to escape his lungs. He wants nothing more but to hold onto you forever and ever and never let go. However, you are gone, taken from him once again.

Clint runs to Pietro's side and sees your dead body before him. He hangs his head at seeing the death of his fallen comrade. Pietro can't stop crying, unable to control the emotions coursing through him. Clint places a hand on Pietro's shoulder before sitting down next to him, pulling him closer as he continues to weep.

Pietro cries hard into Clint's arms.

The two of them sit there in silence, Pietro silently crying. Finally, the tears start to slow down until Pietro falls quiet. Pietro lays his head against Clint's shoulder still sobbing quietly. He closes his eyes and rests his chin on Clint's shoulder. He takes deep calming breaths and allows himself to enjoy the moment, even if it lasted only a short while.

Slowly, the most shallow breaths could be heard from your cold form. Were you alive? Could you hear them? Did you see them? Are you okay?

"Pietro?" Clint calls out quietly.

Pietro slowly sits up wiping his tear-stained face, staring blankly ahead. He takes a moment to compose himself. He wipes his nose before answering Clint's question.

"She's alive..." Pietro replies quietly. "But her condition isn't good."

Pietro stands up and offers his hand to Clint. After Clint accepts the hand Pietro helps him stand up, making sure not to let go. Pietro turns back toward your body.

"We need to get her out of here."

Clint nods.

Together the both of them begin carrying you out of the battlefield.

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You wake up coughing and spitting blood as Pietro cradles you in his arms. It takes you a minute before your surroundings come into focus. Your head hurts and your whole body aches. You can barely open your eyes and you wonder why.

"It will be okay, darling, you're okay" Pietro murmurs in your ear. He rubs soothing circles on your back with his fingertips.

"Wha...? What happened?" You ask him. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth and you can hardly talk.

"You saved my life, printsessa, but you almost died." You can hear the pain in his voice as he speaks.

"I'm sorry but I had to do something. I couldn't lose you, Piet."

You can sense that he understands what you mean.

"Thank you for saving me."

"Anytime."

A small smile comes to your face as you feel Pietro kiss the top of your head. You want to thank him properly and tell him how much he means to you but your body wouldn't cooperate.

"Piet where are we?" You ask him.

He looks around. He notices your confused look and chuckles slightly.

"We are in the lab. Bruce managed to stabilize you, Y/N. I was so scared. Your healing power kicked in but barely." His hands cup your face as if he wanted to memorize everything about your face. "You were so pale. I thought I lost you. I didn't think I would ever see you again," He breathes out as you place your hands over his wrists.

"Pietro, I am so sorry. Please, forgive me."

His eyebrows furrow slightly but he relaxes when he realizes your words.

"It's alright, darling, I understand. If it makes you feel better I forgive you too." He smiles as he leans down placing a kiss on your forehead. You close your eyes feeling his lips brush over yours lightly. When he pulls back he caresses your cheek with his thumb. "I love you, (Y/N)," he says.

"I love you too Pietro."

"What are we going to do?"

You pause for a moment thinking about this question. You knew the answer but you didn't want to say it.

"I don't know," you reply honestly.

"Well, I guess we'll figure it out together."

You smile at him and lean forward pressing your lips against his. He responds instantly kissing you back. You pull away after a few moments and rest your forehead against his.

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marvelandimagine · 2 years

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Pietro Maximoff Masterlist

Can’t Help Falling - [Request] The reader gets frequent dizzy spells and one day she was helping decorate for Christmas by stringing lights/garland and suddenly gets very dizzy and falls over the bannister and Pietro manages to catch her right before she hits the floor

Baby, It’s Cold Outside - [Request] “You’re my new neighbor and we’ve never spoken but you saw me shoveling snow all day and i guess it must be pretty obvious how cold i am because you brought me a jacket and hot cocoa"

Hanging On - [Request] Fighting on the top of the Avengers tower with Pietro and the rest of the Avengers and you shield him from a barrage of bullets and then you’re pushed off the top of the tower and end up hurtling towards the ground and when you wake up you’re in intense pain because of the poison in the bullets and Pietro is helpless to do anything.

Little Things - [Request] Pietro x shy reader

Sunshine: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 - You and Pietro have a young daughter, Teya, who may possibly have powers but no one knows what they’ll be. You two are playing with her when you get called away for a mission. After that mission, nothing will ever be the same.

Feeling This - No plot, just smut

Talking Body - [Request:] Reader sees Pietro shirtless and she ran away blushing cause she has a huge crush on him and Pietro ran towards her and kissed her. Cute & fluffy

Take a Breath, Take a Chance - Imagine dancing with Pietro at Tony and Pepper’s wedding and having your first kiss.

Don’t Go - [Request] Imagine having the same powers as Pietro with an addition of accelerated healing and he loves you but you take his place and save Clint and the boy and he commends you for that but is angry you almost died

April Fools - Imagine Pietro’s first April Fools Day prank ending disastrously.

Victory - Imagine your first kiss with Pietro.

Knock You Down [Request] Reader is SUPER badass (like more than Nat) and pins someone (preferably Pietro) and makes fun of him? Like, “oops didn’t see u there” or “didn’t see that coming?”

Drabbles

Duel

Eyes/Sun

Dark

Absence

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Magic Trick

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Masterlist - Join My Taglist!

Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: “You’re looking, but you’re not seeing.”

Summary: Pietro and Y/N have been dating for a while, and have often been put in charge of watching Wanda and Vision's kids. When they're left to spend some time watching Billy together, it might not be long before they're thinking about having kids of their own.

Word Count: 1,017

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I smiled to myself as I watched my boyfriend, Pietro Maximoff, hold up a coin in front of his nephew's face. Billy frowned in concentration, staring hard at the coin in his uncle's hand. Pietro had done this trick twice already, but since Billy was still a toddler, he hadn't quite caught on to Piet's secret.

"Are you watching?"

Billy nodded intently, clearly taking this deadly seriously.

"Good. Then in three... two... one..." Pietro moved the coin closer to Billy and then further away with each number. Finally, after one, he moved his hand again and suddenly the coin was gone!

Since I'd dated the speedster for a few years now, I knew he'd just used his super speed to toss the coin into his other hand without Billy seeing. But Billy didn't have super speed, and he'd only recently turned four, so he didn't know that.

"What! Uncle Piet, where'd it go?" cried Billy. Pietro just grinned.

"Haven't you learned by now?"

Quickly, Billy's hands flew to his ears. Pietro (again with help from his super speed) had pulled the coin from Billy's ears twice in a row now.

Pietro shot me a smile while Billy felt his ears, and I smiled back. I always loved spending time with Wanda's kids, especially when Pietro and I were working together to babysit. He was just so good with them, it never failed to make my heart melt.

"Uncle Piet, it's not there!" Billy finally declared. Pietro just grinned at him, and reached forward slowly. With a super speedy wrist flick, he passed the coin from his off hand back into the one reaching for Billy's ear. Like the last two times, Billy didn't notice. Pietro paused a moment for dramatic effect, then pulled his hand away and showed Billy the coin resting in the palm of his hand. Billy's mouth dropped open in awe.

"Not bad, eh kiddo?"

Billy stared at the coin for another minute, then his head snapped back up to look at Pietro.

"How do you do that?"

"Magic," Pietro answered with a shrug.

"Uncle Pietro, you don't have magic! Only Mommy has magic!"

"How can you know that for sure? Your mommy's my sister. Maybe I have magic like her and just never told you."

Billy paused like he was really considering Pietro's words. Then, after a few moments of careful thinking, he looked back at Pietro and shook his head confidently.

"No, you and Mommy would have told me. You're fast and she's magic, just like Tommy's fast and I'm magic!"

"Hmm..." Pietro put his hand on his chin and pretended to think carefully. He looked at me like he wanted help finding the answer, and I nodded my agreement with Billy. Piet and I both looked back to Billy, who seemed very pleased to have made such a good point. "I guess you're right. I'm not magic. So you must need to pay attention more carefully when I do the trick."

Billy's mouth dropped open in outrage. "I paid attention! I was looking the whole time!"

"Ah, that's your problem," said Pietro, leaning back casually on his hands. I smiled and settled in to watch him. "You're looking, but you're not seeing."

Billy frowned, clearly not satisfied by his uncle's answer, so Piet sat forward again and held out the coin to show Billy.

"When I wave the coin in front of your face with my hand, I'm trying to get you to look at my hand, and only my hand. What you need to do is see what I'm trying to distract you from."

With that, Pietro went through the motions of his trick again. Billy watched intently, and when it came time for Pietro to toss the coin to his off-hand, this time he didn't use his super speed.

Billy's eyes went wide. "Were you really doing that every time?"

"I was, with a little more flare." With that, Pietro tossed the coin from one hand to the other again, this time using super speed. Billy's eyes went wide, and then he laughed.

"Uncle Pietro, that's cheating!"

"How is that cheating?" asked Pietro, playing mock offended. He put his hands on his chest like he'd been wounded, then turned to me. "My love, was I cheating?"

I shrugged. "You said you were doing a magic trick, and sneakily using powers definitely counts as a trick. Sorry Billy, my verdict is no cheating."

Billy threw up his hands like he couldn't believe us, and Pietro and I shared a laugh. I could've spent hours doing nothing and everything with these two boys, but unfortunately, we were supposed to get Billy back to Wanda in time for dinner. With a sigh, I stood and went over to Billy, holding my hands out in a peace offering.

"Come on, after all that magic I think it's time for us to go get some ice cream and get you back to your mom," I said. Billy instantly perked up, smiling at me excitedly as he took my hand.

"Yay! Let's go!"

He hopped off the chair he'd been sitting in and used his other free hand to grab Pietro's, pulling us along as he walked in the middle of us. As we headed out the door, I shared a soft smile with Pietro, my heart practically melting at the scene I got to be a part of.

As we walked Billy down the street to his favorite ice cream shop, swinging him between us as Pietro cracked jokes and Billy laughed like a maniac, I couldn't help imagining what it would be like for the two of us to have a kid of our own. And when I caught Pietro's eye as we handed Billy back off to Wanda and Vision a little later, I could tell he was thinking the exact same thing.

We were going to make great parents, whenever that day came.

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luv4-liv · 2 days

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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 ♡︎

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layla4567 · 1 year

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Imagine with Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

Summary: You are a mutant with the power to grow plants, flowers or roots. Basically you manipulate nature at will. You always seemed to be on your own and didn't hang out with many people, but a certain boy with silver hair caught your eye. Too much

Warning: None, just cheesy love :)

I was in the school yard trying to find a good place to study quietly. It was supposed to be free time but I took the opportunity to review some notes in my notebook, so with my books in my arms hugging them I went downstairs and headed somewhere under the trees, but unfortunately my favorite place was taken by Jean and Scott. It was a hundred-year-old cherry tree with beautiful pink flowers that fell to the ground in a showy carpet of petals. I didn't want to bother them even though they were my friends, so I tried to look for other empty trees that are far from people, I can't concentrate if I have people around me talking loudly. Sick of not finding a good spot and inwardly cursing my bad luck, I leaned my back against the outer wall on the west side of the school and sat like a Buddha.

I was quite hidden from the other students thanks to the massive walls of the mansion. In front of me there were more trees that expanded in a forest and nobody near me. Perfect I thought, I enjoyed my solitude even though not many understood it. It's not that I don't like to be with someone, but from time to time I needed some alone time with myself.

I was reading my history notes when in the distance I heard Peter's shrill laugh. He was a few meters away from me but I had good acute hearing. Of course he couldn't see me since I was hidden behind the wall, but I could see him. Slowly I got up and stuck my head out a bit to spy on him. His back was to me and he was talking to a blonde girl, I don't know what they were talking about but it must have been something very funny because they were both laughing heartily.

I felt my cheeks burn and frowned, Peter was on his hips while that blonde played with her hair and looked at him smiling. It's been a while since I had mixed feelings with Maximoff, was it love? no, no, impossible. I pushed that silly idea out of my head. How could I like Peter? He was a hyperactive idiot who likes to run fast and can't sit still, as well as playing practical jokes. Oh but when he smiles.. It's like the day is brighter or the sun shines brighter with diamond intensity, and those cute dimples on the side of his cheeks make him look adorable...! No! Stop __! I can't fall for his charms, not now!

While trying to get those thoughts out of my head, I noticed how the girl was getting closer and closer to him. Alarmed, I slightly extended my hand towards where the two of them were and concentrated on the vibrations of the earth to extract roots from it. I slowly raised them until they reached Peter's wrist which now rested on the side of his hip. I mentally ordered them to hold on to his hand firmly but without hurting him and with a downward yank with my clenched fist I sent Maximoff sprawling to the ground.

The boy was so focused on talking and everything happened so fast that he didn't feel anything and when he wanted to realize it he was already lying on the ground with his hands resting on the grass so as not to break his jaw

"What the fu-" -He exclaimed in surprise as he looked everywhere trying to figure out what happened.

All he saw was people cracking up, including the blonde girl he was talking to, except for a brown head poking out of the corner of the school walls.

Annoyed, he jumped to his feet and said addressing Laura, the girl he was talking to

"Excuse me for a second, I have unfinished business"- He said smiling and then with a buzz he ran away and disappeared from where he was.

¡Oh no he saw me I'm sure he saw me damn! I thought. I was wondering fearfully where he had gone when I turned around and the notebooks I still had in my arms fell from fright.

"AHH PETER!! ¡Don't do that!"- I yelled closing my eyes and covering my face

The sprinter had stopped right in front of me looking at me funny and with crossed arms

"I could tell you the same. Since when do you humiliate handsome guys in front of everyone?"

I rolled my eyes in frustration, now I would have to put up with his sermons camouflaged as immature flirtations.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about"- I bent down to pick up my books but he was faster

"Don't play dumb __, I don't know any other student who can do what you do, which by the way is a very nice superpower"- He handed me the books with a sly smile, the one I knew so well and that made me blush.

"T-thank you.."

The only thing I could do was mumble a thank you, trying to hide my face with my hair so that my blushing would not show.

"Also, I know you're dying for me, or do you think I don't realize how you look at me sometimes in class? But don't worry, your secret is safe with me"- He winked

I opened my eyes in surprise and sighed annoyed to turn around, but as soon as I took a step forward, Peter came back in front of me at the speed of light, making my hair fly a little because of the speed and the wind.

I was startled a little and closed my eyes angrily

"Stop it Maximoff, you stress me out"- When I opened my eyes, he was still standing with that stupid smile that I loved and hated at the same time, it seemed that he liked to make me angry.

´"Ugh don't call me Maximoff, you sound like my mom"- then he made a disgusted face that made me laugh

"Aww see? You really love me"- and he pointed a finger towards my face touching my cheek while pouting

I quickly removed his finger while I kept smiling sideways

"Ok, enough of the talk, I need to study, so if you don't have anything else to say, go away."

"Whoa whoa ok the cat is sticking out its claws, well I won't bother you anymore if that's what you want"

"Thanks"- I slid back down the wall to sit down again while my eyes were focused on my handwriting.

Peter was already turning to leave when he quickly turns to me and yells at me.

"Jealousy!"- And he disappeared as if he had teleported away before I could hit him.

"Peter Maximoff!!"- I yelled but it was useless, I yelled into the air because he had already left

I went back to concentrating on reading as best I could but I was still upset, he always seemed to get his way. Jealous, me? yes of course.. I laughed ironically

but not even 30 seconds had passed when suddenly I felt something warm on my cheek, it was a quick soft touch as if someone had kissed me..

..Peter...

I couldn't help but smile tenderly at that display of affection. Damn dumbass and adorable Pet, I couldn't get mad at him. Even with a smile on my lips, I continued reading in silence.

"Hey did you see that?"

"See what? oh wait I know don't tell me let me guess, Peter and __ bothering again, right?"

"Bingo! I don't know when they're going to take the first step, it's obvious that they like each other"- Said Jean biting into an apple

"Leave them, they love each other in their own way"- Scott said as he played with a stone, throwing it into the air to catch it again.

"Oh you mean Peter talking to girls and __ getting jealous while hitting him with her magical roots?"

They both burst out laughing imagining the scene.

"Yep, so romantic"- He laughed

And so they both stayed laughing under the cherry tree and looking at the two almost lovebirds, each one in a corner of the yard.

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i know, i know i said I wouldn't do this again but guess what? I have a lot of free time and wattpad one shots tempt me

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lexiepoch · 1 year

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Pietro Prompt Fic

Prompt: "Well, if you'd woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn't have had to do it four more times."

Word Count: 292

As you swing your foot back to kick at the sleeping boy at your feet for the sixth time, he rolls over and swats at your ankle. “I’m awake, Y/n. Why did you kick me five times? Was there reason?” he groans.

“Well, if you’d woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn’t have had to do it four more times. Get over it and get up. We have got a long day ahead of us. Stevie told me you need to work on dodging fast moving objects and hand to hand combat before lunch. Go get something to eat and meet me in the gym in thirty.” you say, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Who’s Stevie?” he asks, confused.

“Steve Rogers? Captain America. He’s one of my best friends so I’m allowed to call him Stevie. Now let’s go, Pietro. There’s lots of stuff to do and not nearly enough fucking time. Mornin’ Thor!” You call back to the boy before greeting the Asgardian walking down the hall.

“Good morning Miss. Y/L/N!” Thor returns the greeting loudly, smiling at you. “Good morning to you as well young Pietro.” Thor nods at the speedster who still sits on the floor in a haze of exhaustion.

“Hello? Anyone home?” you rap harshly on the boy’s head with your knuckles, getting his attention. “That’s better. Now, get moving, kid.” you say.

“Y/n?” he asks as you walk out the door.

“Yeah?”

“Can we make the half hour forty five minutes instead? I want to go for a run.”

You smile at him and nod. “Sure thing kid. I’ll see you in forty five in the gym.”

“Thank you!” he calls after you as you walk down the hall.

#prompt fic #pietro maximoff #pietro x y/n #pietro x reader #marvel imagine #one shot #marvel one shot #marvel prompt fic

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jadoue1999 · 11 months

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Wundagore Mountain

This was in my draft for a LONG time. A lot happened since I started writing, but here’s my interpretation of how they could have added Peter Maximoff in Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness without completely changing the story. Enjoy!

Summary: As she reaches Wundagore Mountain, Wanda finds out that someone is already waiting for her there.

Words: 1103

Wundagore Mountain was beautiful, it was tall, grandiose, and powerful; it had survived everything the world had thrown at it and came out triumphant. It was a temple made for her. Wanda could feel the way Wong was wary of the place, but she didn’t care; this place wasn’t made for the Sorcerer Supreme. She quietly observed the statues and the engravings in the stone, they were imbued with the very same magic she possessed. It sang in unison, welcoming the one they had been expecting for so long. She let the power of the place envelop her like a shawl, it felt delightful, like she truly belonged here. She walked away from the walls to approach the flat stone surface engraved with runes, picturing the way she would use it to take America Chavez’s powers. A smile bloomed on her face, she might have lost the girl and put Strange against her earlier, but things were starting to look up for her.

“I was starting to wonder if you would actually come,” suddenly said a voice from the darkness.

She whipped her head around in fury, catching Wong’s eyes who seemed completely clueless. The voice made her skin crawl because she knew who it was, and the fact that he had waited here of all places only made her blood boil hotter. Her eyes scanned her surroundings to try to find a glimpse of the impostor, but he was surprisingly well hidden.

“Show yourself,” she ordered, tainting her voice with magic to make sure he’d obey.

However, the only response she had was a light chuckle. “You trying to be tough, sis? There’s a reason why witchy had to use a necklace.”

“You’re not my brother,” she hissed as the ground shook around them from her frustration.

“Maybe not here,” echoed the voice from her left before suddenly coming from her right. “But you’re telling me you don’t feel our connection?”

That damned connection, the one she had blindly believed back in Westview. The one she could still feel at this very moment despite her best effort to ignore it.

“No, I don’t,” she lied. “Everything about you is a lie.”

“Says the one who created an entire world to live out her fantasy,” said the impostor, suddenly sounding a lot closer than he had just a second ago. “Could have done without that.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re nothing.”

He scoffed at her remark, before stepping out of the shadows. He didn’t look different from the night he had appeared on her doorstep; save for the now silver jacket he was wearing and the goggles over his eyes. She hated just how unbothered he looked, how unfazed he was by the sheer power surrounding them. But most of all, she despised the fact that her magic didn’t even register him as a threat. It sickened her to realize that it was even worse than that.

Because her magic considered him as family.

She seethed in anger at that thought and shot a spell toward the imposter. The impact resonated around them, shooting rocks everywhere and sending debris high in the air. Wanda walked over to the spot, silently hoping that she had hit her mark, but she disappointingly realized that she had only made a hole in the floor.

“You know, I had a sister too, but she died, like your Pietro.” She turned around to see him casually sitting on the stone altar, one leg folded up and being used as an armrest while the other was dangling down, he wasn’t even looking at her. She used his seemingly distracted state to try to grab him, but he was gone by the time her red wisps reached his spot.

She furiously searched for him and found him leaning against a pillar. “I have to say though, I was promised a chance to see her again, to make things right, but you’re not making it easy.”

“Who promised you that?” Wanda hissed.

“Do you really want an answer?” He spat out. “You tried to kill me twice in the last five minutes alone.”

“Tell me!” She screamed, making the temple tremble under her anger. To her annoyance, there wasn’t even a hint of fear in the man’s face. Even Stephen Strange had the decency to appear frightened, even for just a moment. Was the speedster truly fearless or was he simply stupid?

“Your neighbor, Agatha. She took me from my world, saying that I could save you and make things right. I realized it was a trick too late and she turned me in her puppet.”

She narrowed her eyes at that. “How?”

He scoffed at her as he fidgeted with the cord of his earphones. “You think I’m going to tell you that? I don’t want you messing with my head. Sister or not.”

“We are not family,” she hissed. “My real brother is dead; you’ll never be my Pietro.”

“Likewise,” he snorted, walking away from the pillar. “You’re not exactly living up to the standard my sister set. I mean, hunting down a kid? Not great.”

“You don’t know me! You don’t know my reasoning!” Wanda roared, sending a destructive spell toward the impostor, hoping that it would hit its mark this time. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the case, all she managed was to create a big crater in the floor. Even more frustrating was that he hadn’t even bothered to hide this time. He was standing next to the indentation in the floor, looking down before looking at her with an unimpressed look on his face.

“See ya around sis,” the man started walking away before turning back to her. “If you eventually come out of your little power trip, you know how to contact me.”

Then, the speedster was gone in a blur, sending the dust that had just settled down back in the air. Then the silence was back, leaving her to ponder on everything that had just happened.

“Nice family you got there,” sarcastically remarked Wong.

“He is not my family,” she snapped, her eyes still on the spot her ‘brother’ had been a moment ago. “He is an obstacle in my way and he’s easily disposable, just like you are. So I suggest you think before you speak.”

The sorcerer didn’t reply, he merely rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the temple, just like she did. Brother or not, that wasn’t what mattered. What did matter, was finding a way to take America Chavez’s powers and get her boys back.

She’d deal with her fake brother later.

#peter maximoff #evan peters #wandavision #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #doctor strange multiverse of madness #multiverse twins #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #multiverse #multiverse of madness

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