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Crashland Protocol - Part X [Pietro x Reader]Crashland Protocol - Part X [Pietro x Reader] by katnisseverdeen4life
“Bună dimineața, frumoaso."
You sleepily smack at Pietro's chest. "I told you not to call me that.”
“You told me not to call you darling.” He whispers. “So, I did not.”
“Loophole-finding bastard.” you mumble, burrowing your face into his neck.
The moment you do so, you hear a series of thumping footfalls, increasing in speed and noise with every step.
"Brother, I have exciting…”
The voice dies away.
You and Pietro both look up to see Wanda in the doorway of the room, eyes practically bulging.
Too late, you realize that Pietro’s arms are still wound around your waist, and you’re practically snuggled into his shoulders.
Wanda’s face doesn’t move an inch, but her lips thin and what little color she has in her cheeks disappear.
Pietro finally disentangles himself from you, staring up at her sheepishly. “Wanda…”
She lifts her chin at him, co
Crashland Protocol - Part IX [Pietro x Reader]Crashland Protocol - Part IX [Pietro x Reader] by katnisseverdeen4life
It’s strange, lying on the ground without restraints. The temptation to paw at your wrists for rope marks itches at you constantly.
Thoughts rumble around your head with the noise of the blizzard. The reactions of the Maximoff twins were almost comical, Pietro opening and closing his mouth, Wanda with a startled look on her face.
Of course, that didn’t make them immediately trust you.
A howling wind shudders the glass of the nearest window, while the timbers of the rooftop creak and moan from the snowstorm swaying them. You roll over to the side, groaning.
It’s no use. If the snowstorm’s going to be this loud, it’s going to be a restless night.
Shaking the sleep from your eyelids, you blearily sit up and stagger over to the notes you’ve scribbled on the twins from the sessions, picking up Wanda’s first.
Excessive paranoia. Suffers from PTSD. Severe schizophrenia (hearing voices in head) suspected.
The last comment’s only a h
Crashland Protocol - Part VIII [Pietro x Reader]Crashland Protocol - Part VIII [Pietro x Reader] by katnisseverdeen4life
WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR AGE OF ULTRON
“I’m surprised you would even have pen and paper in a place like this.”
“It was no trouble. Pietro stole the papers, I retrieved the pens from the nearest shops.” Wanda says, relaxing herself onto the nearest chair. “I apologize for not collecting our files back at the base. It is crawling with SHIELD agents, and they have most definitely have them by now.”
You shuffle through the pages, relishing the warmth of your new, drafty-and-shackle-free room. Being an ally did give you some extra advantages.
“I expected that. But we'll worry about SHIELD later. Tell me about what haunts you.”
Wanda closes her eyes, shuddering as she takes a deep breath. A sharp sensation of pain floods your mind, and disturbing images start to form.
So much for hoping that the first therapy session would be painless.
The younger Maximoff’s breathing seems more labored now, which you pretend not to hear.
Steve x Reader - Independant SurpriseSteve x Reader - Independant Surprise by katnisseverdeen4life
It never fails. Every time some major event comes up in the calendar, it’s officially time for the Avengers to compete for who contributes the most in celebration.
Of course, this event’s a bit different than the others; who would have thought that a holiday and a birthday would collide as one?
“Nothing like a good birthday to cheer things up a bit.” you say, hanging the last of the streamers on the rafters. “We all need a little party for our spirits.”
Natasha stands guard under the ladder you’re on, holding it steady. “I don’t know, (y/n), the last bash we threw ended up in the near slaughter of humanity.”
“Eh, fine print doesn’t count. Pass up a flag, will you?”
The Stars and Stripes are passed up to you like a changing of the guard. “You’ve got to be pretty optimistic to revive Cap from his old man’s slump.”
“No need to be snippy about it, he’s got to come out and celeb
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