“(y/n)? Are you awake?”
“Hmm?” you groan, burrowing out your head from underneath the blankets. Blearily, you sit up, and turn the light on with fumbling hands.
You blink your eyes to chase away any traces of sleep, and the first thing they see is Pietro Maximoff bundled in a blanket burrito outside your doorway.
You rub at your eyes furiously. It was probably just Wanda teasing you around with dreams. She’s never stopped ever since you’ve told her your growing affection for her brother.
But when the world grows clear again, the figure of the elder Maximoff remains standing.
He edges a step forward, unsure whether to enter or not.
“May I come in?”
You run a hand through your hair, knowing that it didn’t see a brush in the last few hours. The last shadowy purple remnants of sleeplessness line underneath your eyelids, and you want nothing more than to crash back down to dreamland again.
“Be my guest.”
The Sokovian shuffles forward slowly, dragging the bedsheets behind him. “I couldn’t find a decent place to sleep.”
Despite your weariness, you chuckle, watching his usually agile feet slide this way and that, confused on which direction to move.
“Why not Wanda’s room?”
“She’s not here. Again.” Pietro grumbles, flopping down to sit on your mattress. “That Vision, or whatever he is, he’s making her lose self-control. This isn’t the first time she has snuck out.”
“Mm, you sound like an overbearing mother.” You prop yourself up against the headboard to shake your head at him.
“I’m the eldest!”
“By what, not even a quarter of an hour?”
“Still the oldest.”
“And I’m sure you learned so much more about the meaning of life in that delivery room until Wanda popped out.”
Pietro tries to give you a half-hearted hair flick, but his hands turn back to stifle a yawn.
“Go to sleep.” You order him immediately, bundling the blankets around him tighter.
You sigh, sliding over to the cooler side of the bed to allow Pietro to slip in.
And yet, the kid has the gall to refuse.
“No, no. I’d take too much space, I could kick you when I wake up because I usually don’t…”
You push him down unceremoniously in the space next to you, ignoring his protests. When he runs out of arguments, you fluff his silver-blonde hair and gently place it on your pillow.
He gazes up at you tiredly. “This won’t happen again.”
You cut the apology off with a swift peck on the lips, which effectively shuts him up. Just as quickly, you draw away, hand reaching out to the bedside light.
“Good night, Pietro.”
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
Crashland Protocol - Part VII [Pietro x Reader]Crashland Protocol - Part VII [Pietro x Reader] by katnisseverdeen4life
WARNING: The usual spoilers for Age of Ultron.
“What have you done to my brother?”
You open your eyes wide in innocence, squinting in the early rays of dawn. “Why, nothing. Showed him a thing or two about manners, that's all. Didn’t taint him, don’t worry.”
Wanda seems unfazed by the attitude. “You know full well that he has shown you compassion. It is peculiar.”
“Compassion? Is locking me in here day and night like an animal something he’d boast about?”
“Now and again, yes.”
You rise, shaking the dust off of your hands. “Well, tell him I’d appreciate it if he’d let me out of this hellhole and then we can talk something about kindness.”
“He has never healed the wounds of anyone.” Here her voice grows darker. “No one but me.”
Ah. So jealousy’s her main cause behind this.
“If you’re going to tell me to stop seducing Pietro, go right
Crashland Protocol - Part VI [Pietro x Reader]Crashland Protocol - Part VI [Pietro x Reader] by katnisseverdeen4life
WARNING: Spoilers, spoilers.
“How’s Wanda holding up?” You ask, chugging down the latest bottle of water.
“She says she’s considering another interrogation because of your behavior.”
“And you expect me to improve how? You know as well as I do that you two deserve it.” The last drops of liquid trickle down your throat, and you throw the bottle away in disgust. It rolls across the floor, the sound echoing off the walls.
A blur of blue, and he’s holding the water bottle to you again, filled to the brim.
“She might do it out of sport. To show you who’s in control.” Pietro watches you shakily take the bottle again and bring to your cracked lips.
“Figures. I’ve got nothing else to offer, anyway.”
An acrid burning smell fills the air, and your mouth twists down in a grimace. A foreign curse from Pietro signals that his shoes are on fire.
“This is getting ridiculous.” he grumbles, stamp
Crashland Protocol - Part V [Pietro x Reader]Crashland Protocol - Part V [Pietro x Reader] by katnisseverdeen4life
WARNING: Spoilers for Age of Ultron ahead.
Time loses meaning now as the darkness from your room threatens to suffocate you. No Avengers come; Pietro and Wanda were right all along. They didn’t really care for you as you did them, never thought to include you in their inner ranks.
It was laughable that you once expected anything more.
Something between a choke or a cough comes out of your throat, small and pathetic in the darkness. Shakily, you set the water bottle down next to you.
Instantly, the sounds of quick feet fill the air.
It's one bizarre system Pietro and you have grudgingly worked out. He'd bring you water, and on rare occasions, food, in exchange for compliance to Wanda's magic.
Neither of you have exchanged a word since the first interrogation.
The now recognizable blur of blue leaves behind a nearly overflowing bottle of water exactly where it once stood empty.
It only takes a few seconds for your eyes to land on the small bowl filled with water
|Enjoy the randomosity of my mind.|