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𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕀𝕕𝕖𝕒 : What its like dating Pietro Maximoff hcs

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 : Pietro Maximoff x reader

𝔸/ℕ : GIF not mine, credits to the owner for making it. For the sake of this hdc just pretend that Pietro is still alive.

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First of all, this man loves it when you play with his hair

He could literally melt in the palm of your hand if you do it

His head would usually be on your lap when you play with his hair but there are some occasions where his head is on your chest while you are laying down in bed.

You were on the couch reading a book when your lovely boyfriend came in and laid his head on your lap. You didn't think much of it until Pietro start calling out your name in a whiny tone. You lifted your book in the air just to see a pout on Pietro's lips. "Whats wrong baby?" "Play with my hair" he said in whining while dragging the R in hair. You didn't say anything. You just chuckled and started playing with his hair while continuing to read your book.

Him calling you sweet nicknames like angel, princess, darling, etc

You calling him cute nickname like bub, baby, love etc

Movie nights with Wanda

You and Wanda practically being sisters

Helping him with his english

Staying in bed and cuddling each other all day after he'd gone on a mission with the avengers

Pietro having to ask Wanda what to do when you are on your period

You want sweets at 1 am at night? He'll get them for you. You're having really bad cramps? He's got a heating pad ready and is ready to cuddle you for comfort.

Him trying to teach to teach you some Sokovia slang

You miserably failing and him trying not to laugh at you

Sometimes Pietro gets nightmares about his past

He will try not to wake you up and deal with it himself not wanting to bother you while your sleeping peacefully but there are time where he just needs comfort from his lover

Teaming up with Wanda and pranking him

It ends up with Pietro chasing you guys around the avengers compound

And because of his super speed he always manages to get you

You knew the consequence of pranking your boyfriend. But you still did it anyway. So here yoy were on Pietro's bed after he managed to catch you in the avengers compound. "Pietro *laughs* Stop *laugh* it" you say in between giggles and laughters. Pietro was tickling you for revenge. "Not gonna stop until you say that your sorry" "Ok finee" "I'm sorry that you were dumb enough to fall into my trap" Pietro didn't say anything he just kept on tickling you harder. "No *laughs* stop it *laughs*" you say trying to pry his hands away from you. "Then you better mean it princess or i won't be stoping anytime soon" he says trying to taunt you. "Ok ok just stop it Pietro" at this point you were out of breath because of laughing to much. "I'm sorry ok, you happy now?". Pietro didn't say anything he just pressed his lips against yours. When you returned the gesture he smiled into the kiss but pouted when his lips weren't connected to your anymore. "Does this mean you forgive me?" you questioned. Pietro gave you a small peck and said "Does that answer your question?" You nodded and continued kissing him

Silver Turns Red - Pietro Maximoff

Pietro x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count:1,004

Summary: Being the only woman Pietro acts shy around.

Authors Note: Just a cute Pietro Imagine I haven't done one yet.

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“Hey Everyone!” Y/n received hello’s in return or acknowledging noises, but Pietro stuttered. Which caught the attention of many but not Y/n. “You ready to go, Wanda?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Wanda nodded getting up to join Y/n, but not before sparing a glance towards her brother.

“Where you girls going?” Nat asked from her spot on the couch.

“You can join us, Nat. It’ll be fun.” Y/n smiled at the older spy bouncing on her feet hoping she would indeed join her and Wanda.

“Yes, please join.” Wanda added grabbing her jacket.

“Why not.” Natasha shrugged getting up to join the two girls. A girl's day sounded nice.

Later that day Wanda noticed other small things about Pietro whenever Y/n was around. Movie night being no exception.

“Finally we can start the movie.” Tony gave a pointed glare to the Silver haired boy as he entered the room. They were all waiting for him so they could start the movie.

“Sorry.” Pietro apologized as he looked for a place to sit. Of course, the only spot left was next to the girl he’s been crushing on.

“Don’t apologize just sit.” Tony waved his hand around trying to just get things moving and have the runner sit his ass down.

“C-Can I?” Pietro pointed to the spot available next to Y/n on the loveseat.

“Of course Pietro.” Y/n smiled back shyly.Y/n lifted the blanket she had over her lap so Pietro could have some of it covering him as well.

Y/n ended up falling asleep during the group's third movie. An she fell asleep on Pietro’s shoulders. Pietro enjoyed it and Wanda saw it in his eyes. They needed to talk.

It was the next day Pietro was in his room when there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”

He heard the door open and turned to see who it was. “Hello, sister.”

“Pietro” Wanda greeted as she entered his room moving to sit on the bed.

“What's on your mind?” he asked knowing by her body language she came to talk about something.

“What's going on with you?” Wanda asked tilting her head and studying her brother.

“Wha do you mean?” Pietro furrowed his brow but wouldn’t keep eye contact with her.

Wanda sighed at his actions. No beating around the bush any longer. “What's going on with you and Y/n?”

Now that he knew exactly what she was talking about Pietro tensed a bit and stuttered. “N-Nothing.”

Wanda smiled. “You never stutter but you do around Y/n, or if she's even just brought up in conversation. You also blush and have a lack of words around her. Not to mention you have the hardest time flirting with her. That's not normal for you.”

Pietro nodded rubbing a hand down his face. “I know. Trust me.”

“You like her. Like, really like her.” Wanda couldn’t help but feel excited for him. Y/n and Pietro would be cute together. It would make them even more like sisters.

“Yeah. But I can not seem to talk to her.” he just admitted she is right and his problem with moving their relationship out of the friend zone.

“That's new for you.” she smirked, she couldn’t help it.

“No kidding.” Pietro answered, his answer made Wanda feel bad for him. He couldn’t even joke about the situation.

“I’ll help you. If you would like?” Wanda smiled at him, and it was nice to see his eyes light up at her offer Wanda thought.

“Yes Please!” he pleaded Pietro needed her help. Desperately.

“We start tomorrow.” Wanda nodded, she was gonna help him.

^ ^ ^

“Ok, so what are we doing today?” Pietro asked as they met up in the kitchen of the tower for breakfast. It had been a few weeks and so far nothing had worked.

“Well, considering my last five ideas you blew. I’m taking one from Nat and Clint.” Wanda told him fixing him with a look.

“Sorry.” Pietro said looking down embarrassed. She was trying to help him and he just kept screwing it up.

“It's ok, Pietro. We’ll get this. Now just go over there and ask her to watch a movie later in your room.” Wanda stated shoving him in the shoulder.

“But-”

“No. No buts. It’ll be in your room so you don’t have any distractions.” Wanda explained to him further. Then Y/n happened to walk in the room Wanda had to praise the girl for perfect timing.”Now here she comes so go!”

Pietro had no choice since she this time shoved him in Y/n’s direction. As he approached Y/n he took a deep breath. “Hey, Princessa”

“Hey, Pietro. What's up?” Y/n greeted the speedster in front of her with a huge smile.

“I wa-was wondering -ummm. Are you - are you f-free later?” Pietro stuttered out hoping he got enough out that she’d understand.

“Ummm, yeah.” Y/n nodded after thinking for a second if she had any plans. “Yeah, I think so. Why?”

“I was- I was thinking. Umm, that maybe we could umm..” he knew he sounded like a nervous wreck but luckily for him Y/n was a patient person.

“Pietro, its ok. Take your time.” Y/n smiled at him nodding that it was okay.

“Do you maybe want t-to watch a movie later?” he asked fidgeting

“Sure. Where and when?” Y/n asked

Pietro’s eyes widened in shock. “Uh, tonight- in my room.”

“It's a date.” She agreed before heading further into the kitchen to get some food.

Wanda headed over to him once noticing Y/n leave. “So? How’d it go?”

“She said yes.” he told her, still in shock.

Wanda broke out into a smile. “Thats wonderful, Pietro.”

“She called it a date.” Pietro smiled shyly back to his sister.

“I’m telling you, brother.” Wanda smirked at him as she placed her hand on his arm and gave him a comforting squeeze. “She likes you back.”

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𝘐𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖨𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍.

𝖯𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖬𝖺𝗑𝗂𝗆𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖼 𝟥.𝟦𝗄

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝖼 𝟥.𝟤𝗄

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝖼 𝟦. 𝟥𝗄

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋 -𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

[ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ]

Ghost of You — Masterpage

Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Summary: Y/n has the ability of seeing and interacting with dead people, which landed her on a mental hospital for pretty much her entire life. The only bearable thing? A surprisingly fast ghost. After years of being 'treated' she’s finally released and taken into custody by the father that send her there, Tony Stark. Will she be able to pretend or will her powers be discovered?

(Disclaimer: I don’t hate Tony Stark, he’s actually one of my favorites, I just like angst)

No one is allowed to translate, use or repost this story without my knowledge and permission, if you ever come across one of this things, please let me know.

Content Warnings: some swear words, talk of death, mentions of mental hospitals, neglect by parents, angst, fluff, hurt/ comfort, mentions of blood, ghosts (like a LOT), mentions of abuse, mentions of mental illness, mentions of antidepressants and pill of those sorts, mentions of overdose, mentions of shock therapy and drugs, death.

Additional Warning: English is not my first language so I apologize in advance if I make any mistake, I therefore would appreciate feedback on that matter :)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Ghost of Us The Sequel

Ghost of Us — Chapter 2

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This is the sequel to my book Ghost of You. Go check it out before reading this one.

Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: language, talk of spirits, some angst

Word Count: 3.7K

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Someone please help.

I was reading this fic about Pietro Maximoff and it was basically him and the reader broke up and y/n goes to their room at night and it's all angsty and at one point, one of them says "i don't know why I have to miss you instead of just having you" and it was just gorgeous ✨✨

So if you know this one, please help

Love this!

Pietro Maximoff x stark!fem!reader

Summary: You've always hated Pietro for his player tendencies—turns out he's never hated you at all.

Genre: Fluff, hurt and comfort (enemies to lovers)

Warnings: implied fuck-boy!Pietro, reader is Tony Stark's daughter (no physical description), reader hates Pietro in the beginning, mentions of blood and gun wounds, swearing, because Sokovia isn't real- I used Czech as Pietro and Wanda's language (i don't speak Czech so i used translating sites…if it's wrong, pls tell me)

~ thank you to the anon who requested this! this is my very first time writing for Pietro, please tell me what you think! ~

Your father has always been overprotective of you. 

He usually doesn't involve you with his affairs when you're with him and not at Mom's, choosing to have your room as far from any Avengers as he possibly could. At sixteen, you didn't like this—you felt like you deserved to live normally in your own home—so when he asked you to become friends with his newest members, Twins from Sokovia who also happened to be sixteen, and make them feel welcomed, you were more than happy to do so.

You liked Wanda Maximoff from the first moment you met her. She seemed quiet and shy in the beginning, but she also has this fiery side to her that you admire. She never took shit from anyone, including her brother. 

Pietro Maximoff was very different from his sister. You remember standing in your room, your dad by your side, with an unamused Wanda in front of you as a blue blur sparked across the room, occasionally skidding to a stop and knocking over some books or picking up some trinkets and making unnecessarily judgmental and overly excited comments.  

"Pietro," Wanda hissed, "Přestaň (Stop it)."

His sister's warning had only made his grin widen, his silver hair falling over his strikingly blue eyes as he returned next to her, his arms crossed. "Promiňte (Sorry)." You didn't know what he'd said, but it didn't sound like he meant it. 

"Wanda," he pointed to his sister as he introduced her, and then his grin turned into a smile. "Pietro," he said, pointing to himself, and then he outstretched his hand with no awkwardness or hesitation. You looked down and then up at him again, turning to your dad with an unsure expression but when he nodded, you shook Pietro's hand.

"Y/n," you whispered with a smile, and as you shook his hand, what could have been the start of a wonderful friendship, should have started that day. 

Should have.

In the beginning, it was childish teasing—which involved stealing things from your room and hiding them around the tower because it made Pietro laugh, running past you in the halls so quickly you'd almost fall over, or jokingly ruining any chances with any boys at school because he'd stick his nose in business that never involved him. 

Most of the team and your dad found your banter funny—encouraging the same boys will be boys' bullshit that meant that as the years passed, your dislike for Pietro only worsened. 

It especially didn't help when, by seventeen, he'd found out he was pleasant enough to look at and that girls seemed to adore his boyish charm. So, any chance he had, he'd either heavily flirt with girls at school, or find excuses during missions to pick up any pretty girl he came across. 

Of course, this behavior only increased in his twenties and made him all the more annoying—especially since you began working the coms and the computer for when the team was out on missions. Ever since Ultron, your dad now trusted you more than a robot. 

You're curled up in your chair, your headphones on as you watch the multiple screens in front of you. Some have news outlets playing out the scene while others have the biometrics of Iron Man's suit and the others' suits to make sure all is well. You also have every member in your ear as your fingers glide over the keyboard.

"Dad?" you switch the coms and touch the microphone. 

"Yes, Y/n?" Tony Stark's voice echoes in your headphones and you smile. 

"I can try and hack into the network of that bastard's suit if you want?" 

"Actually, Y/n, can you locate Quicksilver for me? He was supposed to evacuate all the civilians but I can't reach him anymore. Could you try? He always answers you,"

Great, Pietro duty—again.

"Can't I do something more useful?"

Tony chuckles, making you glance at one of your computer screens where you can see him hovering in the air, protecting the civilians on the ground from some shit-bag escaped prisoners who had taken over some secret government-type weaponry and causing all kinds of havoc.

Steve and Natasha seem to be handling the situation with some tact, while Wanda looks like she's having fun crunching the weapons in the men's hands with her mind. All in all, the team seems like they're handling things just fine without Pietro around. 

"Quicksilver is useful to me, darling. I know he's not your favorite person right now, Y/n, but he's a valuable member of my team and I need you to find him for me."

You huff. "He was never my favorite person," you whisper roll your chair over to another keyboard, and disconnect Tony from your headphones. You bite your cheek and hit enter. "Pietro? Hello?"

No answer. 

You change the signal. 

"Wanda?"

"Hello!" Wanda answers and you hear some commotion in the background. 

"Where's your brother?" you ask, "he isn't answering me."

"I don't know," Wanda says and after a moment she adds, "I can feel him though."

"Thanks," you say, although she'd been completely unhelpful. All you'd learned was that Pietro was definitely alive—which wasn't really a concern of yours since you hadn't assumed something happened to him. You just assumed he was missing.

"Y/n?" 

You hear him in your headphones and you quickly change the channel again, pressing your lips closer to your microphone. "Pietro," you say.

"Yeah?" Pietro sounds like he's running, "What's up, Princezna (Princess)?"

"Don't call me that," you say, knowing damn well he'll call you that anyway. He always has. "Tony wants you. Where have you been?"

Pietro laughs. "I got a little distracted, Moje srdce (My heart)." You hear what sounds like another pet name—he calls you that from time to time you just refuse to ask him what it means.

You want to ask him what he means by distracted, but you assume it has something to do with him getting some girl's number so you don't want to know anymore. "I'm on my way back now so no need to worry your pretty head about me."

"I wasn't worried about you," you say instantly, "I was ordered to find you. Very different."

"Sure, Princezna, sure," Pietro says, his voice husky as he stops and takes a breath. "When are you going to fess up and admit you like me, hm? This cat-and-mouse game has been fun and all, but c'mon, what will it take for you to understand? Tady mě zabíjíš (You are killing me here)."

"Understand what?" 

"Understand that I–" Just as he speaks, you hear more familiar voices and shouting in the background and you look to one of the screens from a news outlet where you can see that Pietro is back with the team, only he's not running anymore. No, he looks like he's swaying. You stand to look closer at the screen. 

"Pietro?" you call into the mic, trying to understand what happened until you see him fall to the ground, clutching his side as his blue suit stains red. He must have stopped running for a moment and one of the fucking assholes dressed in machinery must have shot him. You panic and run to an opposite computer and change the channel one last time. 

"Wanda?" you whisper, your voice hoarse and shaky as you look back at the screen and see that Clint has found Pietro, and Wanda is running up to them too. "W-Wanda?" you try once more, watching her on-screen as she tends to her brother and ignores you.

You feel completely powerless.

* * *

When everyone comes home, you feel stupid as you greet them. Most of the Avengers send you sympathetic smiles as Tony walks up to you. Clint, Wanda, and Pietro aren't with them. You look up at your dad, feeling embarrassed that you're worried for someone you claim to hate.

Tony's expression softens as he hugs you stoically, he's not much for this type of affection but he can see you need this as you bury your nose into his shoulder. 

"He's being checked now but nothing serious," your dad sounds calm, "he's fine, darling."

You pull away, forcing a look of nonchalance as you. "I- I know that I- I didn't care either way," you lie shamelessly.  

Tony shakes his head, sounding exhausted when he says, "You're so stubborn, just like your mom." He ruffles your hair and kisses your forehead. "You can see him in a bit, I'm sure. I'll tell Wanda to come find you when he can have visitors."

You nod and spend the next few hours pacing your room, nibbling at the skin around your nails until you taste blood and finally, someone walks into your room—only it isn't Wanda. It's Pietro himself. He's wearing a slightly wrinkled tank top and a pair of slacks hung loosely around his hips. It's almost sinful. He grins cockily and runs a hand in his hair, his shirt riding up to expose his stomach. You stare at him, wide-eyed and your hand drops from your mouth. 

"What are you doing out of bed?!" you say, sounding more worried than you'd intended.

"What are you? My máma?" Pietro laughs and leans against the edge of your vanity. "I heal quick," he shrugs and looks around your room. He hadn't been in here in a while. He smirks. "Still sleep with Teddy, hm?" he hums. 

You feel warmth in your cheeks and you send your poor beaten-up-with-love Teddy-Bear a glare as if it was his fault you still slept with him in your arms at twenty-four. "Ha ha, funny," you mumble and move to stand in front of Pietro so he can't make fun of any more of your belongings. "No– I don't. Can you leave now?"

Pietro crosses his arms and tilts his head, his blue eyes piercing into yours. "Stark said you wanted to see me." 

Of course, he did. 

You narrow your eyes. "Well, I have seen you and I see you're fine so now I've changed my mind," you say with a shrug and point to your door, waiting for him to make the decision and leave. 

"You don't even wanna ask why I was distracted out there?" Pietro says and a smirk curls his lips.

"No–"

You feel the wind in your hair and in a blink, he's standing much closer to you with a slight pant—as if he'd just run—and he's holding a small bent bouquet of roses in his hands. He holds them out for you and you stare at them in disbelief. 

"What are those?"

"Roses."

You glare at him. "I know that but why?"

"I saw them and thought of you," he says so nonchalantly you almost don't believe him.

"What? When?"    

"When I was helping the civilians," Pietro shrugs and his eyes are intense. He pauses after a moment and raises his hand, his knuckles skimming your cheek. You freeze, warmth spreading all over your cheeks as you panic internally. "Saw them in the park and I wanted to get them for you."

Your eyes widen. "Isn't that illegal?"

Pietro smirks. "Not if it's done in the name of love, Princezna."

"I don't think that's how that works—" Realization dawns on you and you feel like you're spinning. "Wait, wait, what did you just say?" 

Pietro laughs and his hand moves to tuck some hair behind your ear, smiling. Maybe he's excited but you can feel his skin vibrate on yours. Your heart is pounding so heavily and your mind is screaming at you that this is all a trick and this is what he does with girls. He throws around the l-word and expects women to fall at his feet. He's a player.

"What I was trying to tell you before I was rudely shot, is why haven't you caught on and understood that I'm madly in love with you?"

What?!

You blink at him and then take a step away from him, shaking your head as you force a laugh. "Pietro, this isn't funny. It isn't funny to mess with me like this. You know how I feel about you playing with my feelings—"

Pietro frowns. "Playing with you?" 

You roll your eyes. "Please, it's just not funny, okay?"

"You think this is a joke, mé srdce (my heart)? Ach, můj drahý (Oh, my dear)," Pietro says in a whisper and moves closer to you again, his hand reaching for yours as he hands you the roses.

"I'm not messing with you. I tease you sometimes, but my feelings are real. I haven't messed around with any women in years—minus that mistletoe kiss—" he rubs his nape, mentioning the time you'd caught him and an office girl kissing at last Christmas party. He didn't mean for that to happen, and even less for you to see him. 

You're really trying to understand him now but nothing is making sense. "You have feelings for me?" You whisper, your eyes wide. You feel like you've entered some alternative reality. "You can't just say things like that now, Pietro. It's not fair."

His expression turns more serious than you've ever seen him. "I'm not saying this lightly, Y/n. I know I've been a jerk to you, but I was a stupid kid who didn't know how to express his feelings and then it was too late because you hated me. But, I have always cared for you, miláček (darling). I really have."

You move back, your eyes round, processing his words. All those years of childish teasing, all those petty arguments you'd had, and all the jealousy you've felt suddenly hit you like a train and you're left broken and bruised. He had feelings for you? You've been pushing him away because you were scared of how you felt about him.

"Why now? Why did you choose to tell me all this now?" you ask, shaking the roses in your hands as your voice trembles.

Pietro exhales. "Because when Wanda mentioned me how worried you were about me, I realized how much I need you in my life. Need you beside me. I didn't want to hide my feelings anymore— and I picked those flowers wanting to confess anyway. I want to be with you, Y/n. No more games, just us."

You feel a mix of relief and fear. Deep down, you've wanted to hear this for so long, but it's as terrifying as you'd imagined. You look up at him, walking in closer and you can hear your heart in your throat when you run a hand in his silver hair, holding him and pulling him down to meet his lips.

You've convinced yourself this would be confirmation. Confirmation that this was a bad fucking idea. Instead, his kiss is intoxicating and it makes your mind go all fuzzy. Of course, he'd be good at this, he'd been quite the whore—your thought is interrupted by Pietro pulling you in closer and deepening the kiss, his hand finding your hip. 

You gasp, leaning up into him as the world as you'd known it crashes around you. 

"Sakra, Princezna (Damn, Princess)," Pietro murmurs into your lips, holding you close. "This is so much better than I imagined."

"You imagined this?" you say, sounding more teasing than you'd anticipated as you're left breathless from his kisses. 

Pietro hums. "All the damn time," he admits and kisses you again.

After more kisses, he finally pulls away. "So, is that a yes? You want be with me too?" he asks hopefully and you look into his eyes, taking in his excitement. You don't dare even think of breaking his heart as anyway, your swells at the mere thought of being his. 

You nod but then smirk and pull him back in for a kiss, your hand fisting his shirt, "Kiss me some more and then I'll tell you."

And he does just that.