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Silver Lining | Pietro Maximoff x Male!Reader
A/N: Wait! Don’t scroll away disappointed. Let me explain why this is not a Tom fic. So rewind a couple of years back. Before I fell head over heels for this British Spidey actor, I didn’t have any particular crush. Just a void. I admit, I fancied Chris Evans. Everyone does right? That was until Age of Ultron was released. Boy oh boy! In a matter of minutes into the movie, I developed this insane crush on Aaron Taylor Johnson playing Quicksilver. I’d seen Kick-Ass before that, but ATJ never struck me like this before.
But as quickly as that crush grew and blossomed, Pietro (and ATJ) were ripped from out midst. Leaving behind this gap where I felt a growing sense of the Maximoff’s were done wrong. With poor Wanda and her story development in WandaVision. I knew they could do better. Especially my beloved Pietro.
Why end it like that…? So I felt like I had to right the wrong. I wanted to for a long time. I adore ATJ, his person and his work. And seeing him announced as Kraven fills with me utmost joy. But that means we probably won’t see Pietro ever again. It’s a loss, but a otherwise great development for ATJ. Good for him!
So, with me needing a little break from writing Tom, I took my ideas to the paper. And I could once again start daydreaming about my ATJ. 🤤
And this is the result. It’s massive. Close to 19k in words. And filled to the brim with banter, growing love interests, conflicting agenda’s and a bit of extra depth for Pietro. It may not me accurate. But I’m damn proud of it. It’s a labor of love. And I hope you enjoy it.
If you don’t, or are disappointed in me, I promise you, the next one is with Tom. But I can’t guarantee this is the last Pietro fic though
Take care!
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Summary: You’ve been growing closer to Pietro after the fight in Sokovia. All the Avengers know better, but neither the two of you have the courage to take the next step.
Warnings: Drinking, cursing & smut
Words: 18.9K
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The machine roared to life, shaking and shuddering as it began spewing the hot beverage into your mug, a slow but steady stream. Drowning out all other nearby sounds. A slow draft of steam clouded before you. Or was it smoke? You chuckle to yourself, wondering how such a high-tech compound like the Avengers has such old inefficient machines. With your folders and tablet under your arm, you pick up the mug and head for the hallway. A busy discussion was brewing in the lounge. A mix of Avengers, Guardians, Gods, and mutants alike. One voice overshadowing the other even louder. But even though the noise you hear out your name, calling you.
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