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sunshine-on-my-mind · 1 year

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That wasn’t my plan

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Reader

(reader is tony stark’s adopted daughter)

words: 4.8k

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warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), Violence (getting hit by a bullet), Mentions of Hulk Attack. Angst, Fluff, Making out (no actual smut/graphic details) Kissing, Crying, Blood. This mostly very very angsty with some fluffy moments

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a/n: Hi!! So this is the first time I wrote for Pietro, but this idea just came into my mind and I had to work on it. some things might not make logical sense but please go with it 👀 I really wanted to focus on how the loss of their parents affected the Maximoffs and how they wanted justice against the wrongs. Also I’m very upset we just got to see so little of Pietro because we deserved MORE!! Anyway, I’m in my Pietro phase now (and Bucky) so expect more stories with them. This might be not very good but I really got emotionally invested in the story. Hope you all like it.COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

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taglist for this fic: @tangerinesgf @swiftly-heart

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The Maximoff Twins lost everything, even most of their own identity. After being experimented on by Strucker, they fought for their freedom and succeeded. Now they had only one mission, to get justice against the Avengers, especially Tony Stark.

It would not be easy, they knew that. Even with Wanda’s mind controlling powers, getting close to the Avengers won’t be that easy. But what if they could reach someone very close to the team, especially close to Tony Stark.

They did their research and that’s how they came to know about you, Stark’s adopted daughter. You were always very close to your father, sure he was a complicated man but he always made you his priority.

The New York Attack had left a huge impact on your father, his team and even you. The world had changed. Tony was always over protective of you, and after the attack he preferred to have every little update about you, regarding your safety.

The twins had divided their different targets, and you were Pietro’s. Wanda felt she could use her powers on you but Pietro felt you are not that important and she didn’t need to get involved, she could take care of bigger targets, maybe Banner. And you? Pietro was more than enough for you.

The Maximoff twins knew you were adopted so technically it wasn’t your fault that Tony Stark was so horrible, but you lived a life of luxury, all because of Tony and his money, so yes, you were somewhat at fault, and it wouldn’t even matter in the long run any way.

That is what Pietro reminded himself when he spotted you in your favourite coffee shop. You didn’t have a lot in your everyday schedule so it wasn’t very difficult to track you. Plus he was fast.

You ordered your favourite drink and were about to come out of the coffee shop when felt like you were pushed but you couldn’t really see anyone, you were about to fall down when a stranger caught you.

“Are you alright, miss?“ He had an Eastern European accent, silver blonde hair, and such pretty eyes. Oh you shouldn’t stare at a stranger but how could you not?

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay thank you.” You stood up properly but your drink was spilled. A frown came across your face.

“Can I buy you another?” The man offered.

“Oh no, please. It wasn’t your fault. Just not a good day I guess.”

“Well then how about I make it better? Let me buy you another, I insist.” You probably shouldn’t have accepted. But you did.

Pietro charmed you off your feet, literally. The two of you sat down in the coffee shop and started talking.

“Your accent it’s-“

“It’s Russian” Pietro clarified. You smiled. For such a horrible person’s daughter, you looked quite sweet. Maybe because you were adopted. Still, Pietro thought living the luxurious life you have, you would be some snob. You were sweet.

“Thank you again, you really didn’t have to buy me another drink but I appreciate it.”

“Of course, hope I could make your day better. Wouldn’t be fair if a sweet girl like you doesn’t get to enjoy her day.” Your cheeks heated up and you looked down to hide your flustered expressions. It would be easier than Pietro thought to win your trust.

If they couldn’t attack Tony from the front, they would break him and his team from the inside. It was very simple, Pietro would create problems for you and your dad, and hit Tony hard on his sensitive spot. Stark should get a taste of his own medicine right? See how it feels to lose everything?

“I didn’t get your name by the way, I’m Pietro.” Maybe giving out his name was risky, but nobody knew much about them. After they escaped Strucker’s lab, the twins made sure to erase all data from their files.

You gave Pietro your first name. Somehow your last name often changed people’s perception about you, when the connected the dots about who you actually were.

And when Pietro asked for your number, you hesitated but something in you told him to trust him, and you did.

Pietro texted you. Just a hi at first, but soon it developed in a full conversation. You learnt that he was new in the city, he came from Russia and was currently looking for a job. You thought about suggesting Stark industries but no it was too soon. So you just wished him luck.

He didn’t waste much time to ask you out on a date. He was fast, you thought. You didn’t know what to do, the logical part of you was hesitant, you barely knew him, but then again, that’s what dates are for right? to get to know people, that’s what your heart told you. So you went with that.

“Where are you going?” Your father’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You lived alone in your own apartment but he visited from time to time to check in, and he couldn’t have had a worse timing.

“Just going out, probably will go to a book shop, get some coffee.”

“Alone?”

“Yes Dad!” You didn’t like lying to your father but, if he got to know about Pietro he would ask too many questions, you wanted to keep things simple. Besides the date might not even be good, so why involve your father in such an early stage?

“Alright, take a car.”

“No I wanna walk.”

“Sweetheart…” He used his fatherly voice.

“Dad…” You mimicked his tone.

“Ugh, fine but be careful okay? and call me-“

“I know I know. Alright then, see you later.” You gave him a hug and went out.

You both met at Central Park, it was a beautiful sunny day.

“You look beautiful.” You smiled.

“Thank you, so do you.”

“I’m so happy you said yes to the date.”

The two of you walked around the park. You asked him about his life in Russia, and he seemed sad.

“Well my parents they- they passed away, and I felt like my life there made no sense any more, so I decided to come here.”

“Oh I’m so sorry to hear about that.” Must have been really hard on him. Pietro looked at you with an expression you couldn’t exactly read.

“Well, that’s why my focus is to now get a job and do something good.”

“That’s great. I’m sure it will all work out.” You smiled. You had such a genuine smile, Pietro thought to himself. You told him about your father and who he was. Pietro maintained a neutral expression at his mention.

The rest of the date went pretty well, you got some food and then walked more, you sat down on a bench to watch the sunset.

“There’s something about you, I can’t help but admire you.” Pietro told you. “From the first moment we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” You felt all warm and flustered listening to his words. “Maybe coming to New York was meant to be, just like meeting you was.”

He gently took your hands in his.

“I had a great time, hope you did too?” Pietro asked.

“I did. It was really good.”

“Would you like to do it some time again?”

“I’d love to.”

After the date, all smiley and giddy you went back home. There was a missed call from your father but you opted to text him back a reply, he might understand the excitement in your voice so it was better to avoid it.

The next few days, you both kept texting about this and that. Few days later he mentioned about getting a job interview.

You: That’s great, good luck

Pietro: Thank you, beautiful ❤️

The heart emoji made your heart flutter a bit.

You really hoped it worked out for Pietro. Later that day, you got another text from him.

Pietro: So, I don’t think I’m going to get this job. The interview didn’t go well

You: I’m sorry Pietro, I’m sure something will turn up soon.

He doesn’t reply, so you text him again.

You: I was thinking, would you like to meet? We can get ice cream?

Pietro: I’d really like that.

You both meet up to get some ice cream, you give him a treat to cheer him up. Mentioning Stark Industries was something you were still hesitant about, but you didn’t like seeing Pietro sad.

“You can try for Stark industries, I can talk to my dad-“

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“But-“

“I appreciate it, but I still have some other interviews lined up. Let’s see what happens.”

You took his hand in yours. Maybe this was a slow plan but it was already working. Pietro could feel it. He tried to ignore how soft your hands felt.

Later he walked you back to your apartment. You thanked him, but before you could go in, Pietro held your waist softly and kissed you.

It had to be done, Pietro told himself, to make sure you got attached to him.

“I um- I’ll see you later then?” You asked him, still giddy about the kiss. “Good luck with your interviews.” You smiled so sweetly at him. “I- I don’t know if this is the right time to say it but, I really like spending time with you. And.. I really like you”

“The feeling is mutual, дорогой” Pietro didn’t realise the nick name would sleep up so easily from his mouth.

“What does that mean?”

“It means- darling” Pietro admitted with a slight blush.

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before going inside.

The plan is working. The plan is working. Pietro kept repeating it to himself.

“What happened?” Wanda asked immediately when Pietro returned.

“It’s all going accordingly.” Pietro avoided eye contact, not that it mattered with Wanda, she could see through him.

“You kissed her?”

“Don’t read my thoughts. And yes I did, it had to be done. Now I know she is totally attached to me. She even mentioned Stark Industries today, I think soon I can get to turn on her father if needed.”

“I hope you’re not the one getting attached” Wanda remarked. Pietro scoffed.

“I may not be as talented as you sister but I know what I’m doing, I’ll hurt Stark where it hurts. His precious daughter is now wrapped around my finger.”

Wanda decided to not engage on the topic and let Pietro do his work.

Your father called you up to meet him. You were nervous, you had been avoiding talking to him for a few weeks, just texting.

“What is going on with you?” Tony asked. You tried to be oblivious.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’m not. I was just busy.”

“With what? or with whom should I say?”

“Wha-“

“Look, just be careful, how many times-“

“Hold on a second, are tracking me or something?”

“No I haven’t… yet”

“Are you serious right now? Dad I can take care of myself. I’m not answerable to you for every little thing am I.”

“Look, I don’t want to fight, I trust you, I just don’t trust the world. You’re too nice, for your own good.”

“I’m done with this conversation. See you later, father.”

Tony sighed. You were clearly hiding something, avoiding his questions, you didn’t usually get angry with him.

You were upset, to think Tony literally said he might track your movements if needed. You realised he is concerned about your safety but what about your private life? And to think you actually considered telling him about Pietro. But no, you won’t let you father’s opinions decide how to feel about Pietro, so you decided you weren’t gonna say anything about that.

You: Can you come to my apartment? I- I’m not feeling good.

Pietro: What’s wrong?

You: I don’t want to talk about it via text, Could you please come? Unless you’re busy… I get it.

Pietro: I’m not busy, I’ll come soon.❤️

When Pietro arrived you hugged him. You didn’t know why but his presence always calmed you so much, made you feel everything is gonna be okay. You didn’t even know him that well but you trusted him.

“You want to talk about it now?”

“It’s about my father.” Wheels started turning in his head, this was his chance.

You both sat down on the sofa. Pietro held your hand.

“He- he is always trying to control my life. I know when I say it like that it seems he is a controlling person, I know he is not, he just wants me to be safe. But I can make my own decisions right?”

“Of course you can дорогой”

“I don’t like fighting with him but-“

“I understand.”

“Why are you so nice to me Pietro?” The question took him aback for a second, did you doubt him? No no you didn’t, you were just too nice.

“Because you deserve it, you are so nice so sweet. And because I really like you.” You smile back but Pietro’s expression changed slightly.

“But now- hearing about your father, I’m afraid he might not approve of us being together. You know I’m not rich or anything.”

“That doesn’t matter to me.”

“Well I’m sure it will matter to him. He wants the best for you-“

“I just want you.” You told him earnestly. “And if my dad can’t understand that, then…”

“Then?” Pietro almost had you.

“I- I don’t want to think about that now.. please.”

“It’s okay. I’m really happy to here you care about me so much.”

“I do, and I want you to be happy. I see how much you’re struggling with your current situation. Plus I can’t even imagine what you went through after losing your family.” You hugged Pietro tightly. No- no this wasn’t supposed to happen.

“I’m really so sorry. You are so nice Pietro, I’m sorry life is being unfair to you. I don’t know if it means much but I’m here for you, I promise. You always make me smile and I want to do the same.”

It felt like Pietro’s body was working on its own. You felt so warm. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. In that moment, he forgot about his rage and the need for revenge, he just let himself feel the loss, and how much it truly affected him.

“I just, I want them to be proud of me, you know?“ Pietro murmured against your neck and you softly pulled away, touching his face softly with your hand.

“Of course they are proud of you Pietro, you’re working so hard to get a better life. I know they are proud of you. And so am I.”

Next what happened wasn’t something you were expecting, Pietro pulled closer with one swift motion, capturing your lips and practically taking your breath away. Things got heated pretty quickly. You both ended up on your bed. No words were exchanged, only looks.

Pietro kissed your neck, as if learning your body. You softly tugged his hair. Pietro simply couldn’t stop himself. He became addicted to your touch, and how you felt against him.

Before things could go any further your phone started buzzing with notifications. And Pietro’s phone rang up as well. It brought him back to reality.

“Um- I should get that.” It was Wanda, he excused himself. You nodded and decided to check your phone. You had received several messages from the Avengers, you quickly opened Clint’s text, which was latest.

Clint: Get to the tower ASAP. There has been a Hulk attack. It’s out of control. Tony and Nat are at the scene. It’s a messy situation. Get here now.

How could it happen? Bruce was much bette at controlling his rage now. You went out to look for Pietro.

On the other hand, Pietro heard from Wanda that she had succeeded to reach Banner.

“The world will now see who the Avengers truly are, as they destroy everything.” Wanda told him over the phone. Too much was going on in Pietro’s mind. He could imagine the destruction, and somehow his rage was subdued by his other emotional instincts.

“Wanda- did we do the right thing?”

“What do you mean? This was the plan. To show the world who the Avengers truly are. To let them destroy each other.”

“But we caused the destruction. Does that- does that make us the same as them?” There was silence at the other end. You came out and Pietro hung up. Quickly shooting Wanda a text that he would talk later.

“I don’t know if you have heard but- there has been a Hulk Attack. I have to go, my dad- I have to go.” Pietro stood there silently as watched you. You were worried.

“You can come with me Pietro. You’ll be safe.”

“I can’t”

“But-“

“I really can’t. I have to go, and seems like you do too. I’ll talk to you later.” And he left, instantly, too quickly you thought, or did you just imagine it?

When you arrived at the Avengers tower, Tony and Nat had already returned, and Bruce was back as himself again.

“I didn’t know how it happened- but the world saw the real Hulk again.” Bruce told everyone. He was shaken.

“No buddy, I’m telling you, I saw your eyes. It was all different. They were red.” Tony argued.

“That’s right Bruce, I’ve become quite good with the lullaby, but nothing worked till Tony knocked you out. Something must have happened.”

“Mind Control.” Clint spoke up. “Happened with me, so I know it.”

“You guys would wanna see this” Agent hill comes in. “The attack left the media all over you guys and I’ve been trying to find out Hydra’s possible involvement but something else came up. Remember that Strucker was killed some time ago? And almost nothing was found about it? Well data has come up regarding the involvement of two of Strucker’s own experiments.”

Hill went on about more details. She said she tried to track down more information about the two.

“The two enhanced have been identified as Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Twins, originating from Sokovia. We don’t know their agenda but they have been seen in the city. The girl has mind controlling powers.” Hearing the name Pietro, made you look up. It was just a common name right?

“Find out about their whereabouts.” Steve told Hill. Just on cue the alarms in the building started going off, Tony’s A.I. informed there had been a breach.

Pietro and Wanda entered the Avengers tower, they realised their identity might be out any moment, so it was better to take matters in their hand. It was now or never. They had to come in light. Pietro knew your were gonna be there. But he had a much bigger goal than thinking about you.

“You stay here, Clint is gonna be with you. We-“

Before Tony could finish, Wanda and Pietro came directly in front. Everyone took their weapons out. Steve got his Shield and Tony called for his suit.

“Easy there, we are unarmed, or is that how you Avengers go on with it? Kill unarmed people?” Wanda asked.

“What is it that you want?”

“Justice” Pietro told with conviction.

You couldn’t believe what was happening, that was him, your Pietro.

“Pietro?” You asked him, still not grasping the reality. It didn’t make any sense. He looked at you but didn’t say anything.

“You know him?” Tony asked.

“He- I- Pietro what- what is this? who is she?” You were hopelessly looking at him for answers.

“We are Pietro and Wanda Maximoff and we are here to get justice for the death of our parents.” Wanda told everyone.

“Either give us justice by taking accountability all of your wrong doings, for the destructions you have caused, or we will do it ourselves. The world doesn’t need fake heroes like you, who kill innocent people.”

“Your father is a murderer” Pietro finally talked to you. “And he will pay.”

“What are you saying? The Avengers help people, they don’t-“

“Shut up. You’re either too stupid or delusional. Your father kept you in this protected world while people like us suffered. I wouldn’t expect you to understand, Miss Stark.” You were taken aback by his harsh tone. Was that really your Pietro?

“Is that what your think of me?” You asked him with tears in your eyes.

“Don’t you get it? It doesn’t fucking matter. You don’t matter. You were just a means to get closer to the Avengers.” Pietro informed you harshly. “But my sister accelerated things and I think that was for the best. My plan was too slow.”

“Was that all I was to you? Just a plan? Everything else, a lie?” You knew the questions were rhetorical but you couldn’t help yourself. It all felt so real? The way Pietro looked at you,. the moments you shared, how could it all be a lie?

Pietro couldn’t look into your teary eyes. Why did it affect him? It didn’t matter if you were hurt. No. He didn’t care about you. That wasn’t the plan.

“Tell me Pietro, look into my eyes and say that not even for a second it was real to you.”

“You are so fucking self obsessed that you can’t even focus on the reality.” Pietro knew it wasn’t true. You were nice and caring, empathetic. “This is so much bigger than you and your feelings. Fuck I should have just killed you instead, that would have taught your monster of a father a true lesson, he would have realised how it feels when you lose someone so close.” Pietro was in the flurry of rage.

“Pietro…” Wanda could feel Pietro was fighting a battle within himself. Things were getting messy.

“Enough!” Tony shouted. “Your fight was with me and the Avengers, you shouldn’t have got my daughter involved.”

“Scares you doesn’t it? Knowing I could have killed your precious daughter? Fucking hurts doesn’t it?”

Tony took out his blasters and Pietro attacked him as fast as he could, Wanda used her powers to throw Steve and Clint away, Thor took up his hammer- It all happened so quickly.

Before you knew what was happening, you felt your body move, Nat shot a bullet towards Pietro who was fighting Tony, and you came in front of him. Taking the bullet yourself. Immediately you fell to the ground.

“No!” Tony yelled. “Take her to the medic, Honey why did you do it? Why?” Everyone rushed to you as Pietro stood their in shock. Did you jump in to save him? Did you take the bullet for him?

“Why?” Pietro asked as he looked at you on the ground, in Tony’s arms.

“Because I know you’re not the bad guy. You’re a victim of an accident.” You were losing too much blood.

“Looks like you’ll get your wish Pietro, I hope you’re happy after this.” You managed to speak out before losing consciousness.

Pietro pushed everyone away and got close to you within a second. Tony was about to push him away when Pietro took you in his arms.

“Where is the medic?” Pietro asked while carrying your unconscious body. “WHERE IS THE MEDIC?” He yelled.

“Third Floor.”

“Call the doctors to be ready.” And in an instant you rushed to the Medic with you in your arms. He put you on the medic bed.

Everyone else came as quickly as they could, Clint and Nat had their eye on Wanda. Tony was too broken to fight with either Pietro were Wanda.

“You both will face the consequences.” Nat told them.

Wanda moved closer to her brother who was intently watching the doctors operate you through the door.

“She took the bullet for me. And I said I should have killed her. I don’t want that Wanda- I don’t her to die. None of this was her fault then why did I get her involved? Did we really become that driven by the need for revenge?”

He couldn’t stop his tears. “She comforted me you know. Listened to me. And for a second it was real. Fuck who am I lying to? You and me both know it was real. I know that wasn’t the plan but it happened. And now she is lying unconscious. Because of me. She protected me.”

After a whole agonising 24 hours, you gained consciousness. Meanwhile Nat and Clint interrogated the Maximoffs. Pietro didn’t speak a word. To lost to say anything. His mind only had one thought. You.

Wanda answered some questions. Told them the details about their parent’s death.

“We only wanted justice. We didn’t want to physically hurt any innocent people. But I guess the Hulk attack changed that. Suddenly the reality set in on us. The consequences of the destruction. We were too driven by rage. But we couldn’t back down.”

“Look Kid, these people who you hate so much, give everyone a chance for redemption. Trust me. You’ve got powers right? Do you know how many people you can help with that?”

They talked to Wanda more and as soon as Pietro heard about you gaining consciousness he was in front of the room you were in. So were the rest of the Avengers, including Tony.

“Don’t even think about going inside.” Tony told him.

“I just want to know she is okay.”

“She is. Now go away before I do something to you.”

“Kid, you should back away.” Steve told Pietro.

One of the doctors came out and informed them you have requested to talk to Pietro. Even against Tony’a wishes, Pietro finally got to go in.

“I-“ Pietro didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to hurt my dad by seeing me dead.”

“Don’t say that please.”

“That’s what you wanted right?”

“I thought it’s what I should do, to give my parents justice. But if they saw what I did, what we did, they would have been so disappointed.”

You kept quiet. Facing away from him.

“Losing someone close always hurts, and I don’t think I can do that again.” Pietro confessed as he sat down beside your bed

“You were right, it was real, what we had. That wasn’t the plan but it just happened. I didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to divert from my goal.”

“What matters is what you do now”

“I’m in too deep now, I became what I wanted to protect the world from. It’s too late.”

“It isn’t. You were a victim, consumed by rage you did everything. There is always chance for redemption. You have powers right? You want to protect the world right? The people you hate so much are trying to do the same. Maybe I don’t agree with all of their methods, you don’t have to either. But they are not bad people.”

“Will you- will you give me another chance?”

“I don’t think I can trust you again.”

Pietro deserved that.

“Take care дорогой”

Wanda and Pietro were taken in by the Avengers. The twins realised, they themselves had been manipulated by various people. If they had received the powers, why not use it for good.

You hardly went out anymore. Nothing felt right. You were happy to hear about Wanda and Pietro, but you felt like part of yourself went missing forever.

Few months later, one day you decided to go to your favourite coffee shop again. Maybe you had to start living again. Things were better, even if a little. Ordering your favourite drink, you sat down in a nice spot beside the window.

“Is this seat taken?” Your eyes went up to the silver haired man. You shook your head.

“If you want, you can always throw your drink on my face.” He spoke nervously. “At least that would give me a chance to buy you another.”

You couldn’t help but smile. The memories of your first meeting flashing in your mind, but also a reminder of the beginning of the lies.

“I know you said you can’t trust me. I understand that. Can you at least give me a chance to try to win your trust again? No matter how long it takes. I’ll keep trying.”

“Pietro…”

“I’m an Avenger now.” He said proudly. “I guess they are not too bad. Better than Hydra and the rest of the lot at least.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” You told him with a small smile on your face.

“We stopped a Hydra attack recently, saved some hostages, an old lady thanked me for saving her life. You have no idea how good that felt.” Your smile grew bigger.

“Your parents would be proud.” Pietro looked at you trying to control his tears, and stopping himself from taking you in his arms.

“Please дорогой, please give me one chance.”

“You- you won’t hurt me again.”

“Never. I only want to make you happy.”

You smiled and pushed your cup gently towards him. He took a sip.

“Sweet. Like you.” You smiled again.

“We can go out for Ice Cream, maybe?”

“It would mean the world to me дорогой”

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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.

***

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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tommiruewrites · 2 years

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HI LOVLEY!! do you think you could do a pietro fanfic where reader and him are dating and the reader passes out/faints all of a sudden? maybe from not eating or exhaustion? thank you <33

Four Seconds

word count: 1k

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

warnings: light mention of blood, very vague insinuation of violence, exhaustion, reader passes out, fluffy ending

a/n: sorry for the hold up, this took me an unnecessarily long amount of time to write lmao. hope this is what you were wanting :))

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You slump against your seat in the Quinjet, still breathing heavy after the long mission. Fresh bruises start to form, littering your whole body in shades of purple and black. You can feel cuts and scrapes on your knuckles and face, leaving a dull sting in their wake. You attempt to curl further into yourself as your head throbs against your skull so aggressively that you can hear it.

You can vaguely make out your friends and teammates talking about the recent events. Preparing to go straight into a debriefing with Fury once the jet lands. All your muscles are tense and sore and your stomach burns with hunger. Still, all you can focus on is the fuzzy feeling in your head that leaves your body numb and tingly.

"Hey-"

You hear a muffled voice from beside you, loudly piercing through the back of your head at the sudden noise.

"Hey, draga." His voice a bit softer now. Cutting through your mental fog and bringing your focus towards your silver-haired boyfriend. "How are you feeling?"

You groan in response at first, your energy level close to zero, "Hungry. Tired." Was all you could get out, voice scratchy in the back of your throat.

Pietro hummed in both agreement and understanding. "Sleep. We're almost there." He assures comfortingly.

You shake your head, a bit more aggressively than necessary to try to 'snap yourself out of it', "Can't. We have to go to the debriefing."

"Do you know how pale you look right now? You can barely hold your own head up, iubi." He brushes your messy hair back to get a better look at your disheveled appearance. "I don't think Fury will appreciate seeing you drool all over the conference table." He teases lightly, trying to get you to laugh, or at the very least smile.

You barely even register the joke in your exhausted state. You somehow manage to get out a weak scoff in response, still not letting your eyes shut for more than a few seconds at a time. Pietro notices, of course. It's not like you to let that slide without a snarky remark or comment in return.

"When was the last time you've eaten? Or had any water?" He asks, now also noticing the dark circles under your eyes and your chapped and bloody lip that had previously been bust open.

You stay silent. You genuinely can't pinpoint when you had last even touched water. You can't tell if it's from your exhaustion or if it really has been that long.

"I don't know... I'll eat after the meeting."

Pietro goes to protest but you quickly shut him down, promising to get water on the way to the conference room. He watches you closely the whole flight, trying (and failing) to convince you to sleep.

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The Quinjet lands within the next fifteen minutes, but to you it feels like hours. Your shoulders are tense, and your limbs are shaky as you exit the aircraft. Pietro holds your hand to guide you towards the compound and ensure you don't fall over. Your feet ache with each step, causing you to walk a bit funny. He watches you closely as you walk into the building, noting how your eyes look glazed over and your legs wobble beneath you.

"Want me to carry you, draga?" Pietro asks sincerely, concerned you might trip and hurt yourself.

You shake your head, "No. Thank you." Stubborn as always, "I can walk myself just fine." You mumble out groggily, barely even audible. An obvious lie.

As you make your way through the long hallways, you can feel yourself getting weaker by the second. Little gray squiggles and spots float in the edges of your vision. Your whole body feels heavy; Like you're carrying double your own weight, pushing your body down against your will. You use all your energy to force your eyes open, making them much wider than they should normally be. Even still you can feel your eyelids getting heavy. The more you walk, the more you can feel your vision starting to darken.

You grab Pietro's arm in an attempt to steady yourself as you feel your legs give out beneath you. All you can manage to get out is a weak whisper of his name before your vision blacks out completely.

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You slowly come into consciousness again, feeling a pair of hands on your shoulders lightly shaking you. You can hear several muffled voices talking all around you. You haven't opened your eyes yet, but you can tell you're now on a bed and you can feel a pillow under your head. You hear Pietro repeatedly whispering your name frantically, and you slowly open your eyes. You're immediately blinded by the florescent overhead lights, squinting and blinking as you try to adjust.

Pietro lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing your hand to rapidly kiss each knuckle. "Thank God, you're alive!"

You softly smile, "Of course I'm alive, don't be ridiculous."

His smile quickly turns back into a look of concern as he checks your body for injuries, "Are you alright? Can you move?"

You laugh, still just as exhausted, "Yes, Piet, I'm fine. Thank you."

As your eyes adjust you finally look around to take in your surroundings. You're lying on a bed in Bruce's lab, Bruce and Nat hovering on either side of you. You look to the table next to you to see a massive pile of snacks and multiple bottles of water sitting on top of your favorite blanket.

"Damn, how long was I out?"

"Almost four seconds exactly." Bruce states factually, citing his notes.

You send a knowing look to Pietro who smiles back at you, an ever-so-slight tint of embarrassment dusting his cheeks. You go to grab a water bottle, but he quickly stops you, opening it for you before handing it back. The second you finish the bottle he's practically shoving a muffin down your throat, finally pulling a laugh out of you.

"Always the gentleman."

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blu-3-ey-3-s · 2 years

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Why did they have to kill him off, I loved him 🥺

#pietro x y/n #peitro maximoff #quicksilver #marvel #age of ultron #the avengers age of ultron #wanda x reader #wanda #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #pietro marvel #arron taylor johnson #captain america #chris evans #tony stark #lizzie olsen #pietro x reader #pietro maximoff angst

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mirclealignr · 2 years

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the two of us | p.m

pietro maximoff x reader

warnings; mentions of death & killing, cliffhanger — but y’all know what happens lmao sorry, no pronouns used, fluff sort of? angst sort of?

word count; 800+

a/n; this is a piece i wrote i few months ago.

A plan, you thought, was easy to follow when the steps were made clear and each member of the team was striving for the same outcome. A team built on fear was only so effective, as you had been so brutally shown.

There had been no choice given to you, but to go after what you would later come to know as the Avengers. Hiding in the woods was the closest you had come to freedom in months. The dampness of the soil had left its mark all over your hands and knees, of which you’d invited with open arms; to sink your fingers below the earth and feel the life beneath you was a type of liberty many overlooked. During the wait, you looked up through the trees and wished more than anything that the sun would greet you fondly after so long away from each other’s company.

Pietro had rushed you to the top of the hill, just for a moment, to imagine you were completely and wholly free. His arm was around your waist, his lips against yours and for a split second, it was like the world was yours, like the universe had given itself to you. For a speck of infinity, it felt as if your finite amount of time had expanded and bloomed into possibility that you could not grasp, but could only watch with bittersweet tears as it passed by.

And then the sound came. They came through the woods, treading on the precious soil that had given the foundation for the trees to grow, and in turn had provided you with your hiding spot. They didn’t know you were out there, lying in wait to ambush them. But in a world where war was sought more than peace could ever hope for, it was as simple as you against them. And afterwards you’d tell yourself you did what you had to, that your life was more important than the lives of those you took.

How does one measure a life? They say that contrast is key, that life and prosperity thrive on difference of mind and heart. Until that difference is too much and too dangerous. Free will, control, it was all the same to you.

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When you reached the city, Pietro was far more willing than Wanda to work alongside these new people. After all, it was Stark Industries that had been the deciding factor in this life you had chosen for yourselves. Trust came slowly for you, like a tap that was only ever dripping until it’s sink was satisfied and full. You trusted Pietro with all of your heart, though your mind had yet to be won over. To you, it depended on the person who had asked for your trust whether the heart or mind would rule over your decision.

You were all watching the city you grew up in, the city that harboured your brightest and darkest memories, inch closer to dilapidation. The race against time was interconnected with your fight against technological life forces.

Pietro found you during a sparring fight, had stolen you away to an abandoned building to whisper in hushed tones about 'difficult decision making'. His skin was hot to the touch, tinted in rose shading and lined with a sheet of sweat, but he was soft, like always. Brushing away the hair that had fallen over his eye, you thought of what to say, quivering under his touch as he replicated the action unto you.

“I'd die for you, you know, if that’s what it took to make it out of here,” you said quickly, as if your promise might be kept at any moment.

“Dying is too easy after everything we’ve endured. I’d live for you. I have lived for you, and now I’d do anything to keep you,” Pietro replied, his breathing laboured and warm against your skin.

His forehead rested atop yours and his eyes were sealed tightly shut, as if praying for a miracle. If he thought he could live, and live for you, then there was no reason to think this suggestion would be naïve, that it would be taken like unsolicited advice.

“We could start a new life with them,” you suggested.

Upon such a bold thought spoken out loud, Pietro opened his eyes. He pulled away a little, and it felt like he was looking down on you for a moment.

“With them?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“Why not? We could go to America,” you beamed, thinking of the new life you could have, away from Sokova and what it meant for you now.

Pietro brought his hand to your face and trailed the back of his finger over your cheek, thinking of his answer, searching for it in your eyes. The blond streaks in his hair had darkened with all the dirt and debris that had flown over the city and landed on the pedestrians below. He was cut in places, but he didn’t seem to notice them like you did.

“Anything for you,” he decided, rushing back out to the city that had never favoured you the way you had favoured it—it almost seemed frivolous to protect it the way you were.

“For us,” you whispered as the dust settled.

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Thanks for the tag @itwasthereaminuteago 🥰🥰

The rules are to list three fics: your most popular and then two hidden gems!

1.) Domestic Adonis - (Steven Grant x Reader) - I’m still in shock at how popular this one is. I wrote it expecting it to get some notes and largely go under the radar, but it turns out Steven with a beard not only being one of the sweetest humans ever but fucking you senseless in different positions is a crowd pleaser and I’m trying to work on two more parts🫣

2.) Hotter Than Hell’s Kitchen - (Matt Murdock x Reader) - There’s something that I really love about pining and that pining being brought out by close proximity and a heatwave that leads to hot sex

3.) Infinity - (Pietro Maximoff x Reader) - This was the first Marvel fic I wrote and posted when I had my old blog, so it always holds a special place in my heart. The angst on this one is so good—I don’t like to do angst that doesn’t end happily, usually, and this one hurts

This is such a cute tag! I’m gonna leave it open to anyone that wants to do it - it’s a great way to go through your fics and smile :)

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pietros-love · 2 years

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||Song Prompts with Pietro Maximoff|| Pietro Maximoff x gn!reader||Angst||

I saw you dancing in a crowded room Pietro watched as they saw them dancing. He had just wanted to go to the club to forget about them, but wherever he went. He always thought off them. He couldn't get his eyes off them. His breath got stuck when he noticed that they were not alone. Not at all. They were dancing with someone. God it was so stupid, so frustrating and just was killing him from the inside. You look so happy when I'm not with you Their eyes were shining. Pietro could see stars in them. Stars that only he saw so little ago.. A big fat smile could be seen as they were dancing with.. With the persona across them. His hands were clutched together. Pietro released a shaky breath he didn't even know that he was holding. Swallowing the lump on his throat Pietro took a step into the different direction. But then you saw me caught you by surprise Just as Pietro had taken one last look at them. Their gaze suddenly locked. Pietro could see how clearly their eyes seemed to open in surprise. Their mouth opened and closed again. Another big lump formed in Pietro's throat. Shit. He didn't plan this, he never meant for them to see him. Panic was making his way into the blonds system. A single teardrop falling from your eye Pietro saw a tear run down their face. It hurt the speedsters heart to see them like that. To see them in pain because of him. He could feel his eyes burning. God why did they have to spot them. Why did he have to go right into the same club they were at. He didn't know of course, but could not help but blame himself. His body ached, it wanted to go to them, feel their warmth, have them near him. His thoughts though, they told him to leave. He already had done enough damage. I don't know why I run away Even though Pietro's body and mind was screaming at him to walk towards them. To say at least one fucking word to them. To tell them how he felt. How much everything had destroyed him as well. How much he craved them. And especially, how much he missed them.. Even though everything was telling him to go them again. He turned around. And ran out off the club. His heart was hurting, like there was a hole in chest but he just kept running. He needed to leave. It made no sense, but he just ran. Ran and ran, without ever looking back. I'll make you cry when I run away Pietro had not looked back. Never did. But he could imagine the tears that were flooding down their face at the moment. And he was right. They looked like a mess. Their h/c hair all messed up from trying to run after the blonde. They were obviously out of breath. Looking around they saw no sign of Pietro. Had they just ran faster..

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lovinlikeloki · 2 years

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Just hold me in your arms (And let this moment linger)

Main Masterlist // Alternative Masterlist

Ship: Silverwolf (Pietro/Fianna)

Word Count: 5004

Warnings: Angst, very much angst, character death, grief, semi suicidal thoughts

“He’s gone. He’s gone, Eoghan he’s gone. I’m never going to see him again.”

“Who, Fianna? Who is gone?”

“Mo ghrá, mo chroí, m’anam. Pietro. He’s dead.”

In which we get a real, in depth look at Fianna’s grief for Pietro.

It was two nights before she heard when she heard the scream.

A heart-breaking, gut-wrenching scream.

Louder than she had ever heard before.

She got up, looked out the window.

She saw nothing.

But if she looked behind the tree she would see her.

A woman. Alone. Dressed in White.

Instead she moved back to the bed.

Noticed neither Eoghan nor any of the other lodgers had stirred.

She got back into bed.

***

She was in school when the news hit. It seemed like just any other Tuesday to Fianna, she woke up at the ass crack of dawn, got into her uniform, crammed whatever piece of fruit or toast she could into her mouth and met up with Orlaith at the bus stop. She was in English when she found out, she never liked it before, but now she would never feel happy in it again.

“Now, everyone, we are going to watch a video to analyse the spoken language techniques used,” the teacher, Rory said, as he opened up his Internet Explorer tab, when he did several news headlines appeared on the screen. One in particular stood out and so he clicked on it.

“Sorry class, but I after what we’ve seen on the news, I think we all deserve answers about what has been going on with the Avengers these past two weeks,” Rory said as the article loaded.

The title alone made Fianna feel sick to her stomach. ‘Sokovia in Pieces After Avengers Battle.’

He read the article out loud and none of it filled Fianna with confidence, the descriptions of the sentient artificial intelligence that terrorized a lot of the globe for two weeks, occasionally accompanied by a blur of silver and someone who made you see your worst fears. The story of why the city was destroyed broke her heart, but nothing could prepare her for the next sentence out of her teacher’s mouth.

“At the conference held by the Avengers, Tony Stark also said ‘I am also very sorry to announce the death of Pietro Maximoff. He was a new addition to the team and his sacrifice will be remembered.’ Stark then went on to-“ Fianna didn’t hear what her teacher after that, practically going death as the sentence echoed in her head.

The death of Pietro Maximoff.

The Death of Pietro Maximoff.

Her heart had dropped. She stood from her seat, grabbing her bag and practically sprinting out the door, her teacher’s calls to her falling on deaf ears. Fianna didn’t stop running either, she left the school and ran to the bus stop, only just registering that the bus would be there in a minute. She flashed the bus driver her bus pass and sat in the seat closest to the door and practically jumped out of her seat and continued running until she reached Saint Marie’s.

When she got there, she pushed open the door and made a b-line straight for the bar, pushing past whatever punters and mercenaries sat there, talking and laughing and going behind the bar. It was then that Eoghan had noticed her, he called after her, but she didn’t answer. Eoghan apologised to the person he was serving and followed her up the stairs out the back all the way into her room.

When he opened the door, he saw her kneeling just before her bed, having practically collapsed, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed into her pillow. Nearly tripping on her school bag he slowly entered the room and made his way to the bed, sitting on the edge as he brought a hand to her head, stroking her hair as he spoke.

“Hey, hey, what’s up?” Eoghan asked softly.

“He’s gone. He’s gone, Eoghan he’s gone. I’m never going to see him again,” she cried, voice breaking at the end as she threw her head back into the pillow.

“Who, Fianna? Who is gone?” he questioned, keeping his soft tone in an attempt to comfort the girl as best he could until he found the source of her sorrow.

“Mo ghrá, mo chroí, m’anam. Pietro. He’s dead.”

(My love, my heart, my soul.)

Eoghan’s heart dropped, the girl had sung Pietro’s praises for over a year and so he knew that hearing of his death would be killing her. He moved her up, cradling her in his arms as he slid his hand up and down her back, letting her sob into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Fia, tá fíor bhrón orm. Tá a fhois agam an méid grá a raibh agat do,” Eoghan says, and Fianna pulls back for a moment, a fire in her eyes.

(I am very sorry. I know how much you loved him.)

“Grá a bhfuil agam do. Níor stad mé ón seicind a thit mé i ngrá leis. Don’t you dare say I don’t love him just because he’s dead,” she corrects him, her voice rasping as her throat closes up.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I know this has to be heart breaking for you,” he says, pulling her back into his chest.

“What am I going to do daidí, what?”

(Dad)

“You’re going to mourn, you’re going to grieve, you’re going to feel like you’re going crazy grief. Then, what you’re going to do, you’re going to pick yourself up and dust yourself down. You’ll go back into the world and move on.”

“How? How will I move on, will it stop? The hurt?”

“No, it won’t stop, it’ll never completely stop, but it’ll fade. It won’t hurt as much as it does right now, but it will always hurt in some way.”

She stayed like that, clinging to Eoghan’s shirt for almost an hour, sobbing until she felt she had no tears left to cry. When she finally let go Eoghan held her for just another few minutes before leaving to go back down to the bar. He assured her that if she needed anything she could come and get him, and if she didn’t want to leave the room, a text was enough.

Numbly, Fianna got changed, she left the school uniform on the floor, skirt, tie, blazer all left haphazardly strewn across the room. What she wore instead was a ratty old hoodie and practically destroyed jeans, the clothes she escaped HYDRA in. The clothes she wore when she last saw Pietro.

She fished her phone out of her blazer pocket and connected it to the speakers in her room, then she chose a song. The song that played for the next three days. Grace. The old Irish classic rang through the room on repeat, Fianna merely laying on her bed, staring at the wall with a blank expression on her face.

She numbly sang along to the chorus of the song, her words hardly above a whisper, her voice raspy and breaking.

By 9PM the entire bar had heard the news. They had a round in Pietro’s memory, knowing that they couldn’t do much to help the girl, but they would do their best when she was ready. At some point after ten the bar went quiet and let the song play the whole way through, each punter remembering something Fianna had told them about the boy.

“Oh, Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger,

They'll take me out at dawn and I will die,

With all my love, I place this wedding ring upon your finger,

There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye.”

***

It was after midday before Fianna woke up. She hadn’t eaten or drank anything since breaktime at school and that was over 24 hours ago. Eoghan was getting worried, he knew she was mourning, but she still had to take care of herself. It broke his heart when he walked up the stairs to try and talk her into eating.

She wasn’t sobbing anymore, no, she was wailing, almost screaming. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, they weren’t getting much oxygen and all she was doing was howling with the intensity of a wounded animal.

He knocked on the door before walking in, “Hey Bambi, how are we feelin’ now?”

She was laying on the bed, she slowly turned her head to face him, there was a dead look in her eyes, like there was no light left in them. She gave him a blank stare, not answering him, her throat hoarse from her crying.

“Yeah, I didn’t think we would be much better,” he admits, sitting down beside her with a sigh and she moves her head back to staring at the ceiling.

“Can I get you anything to eat? A glass of water even?” he tries, hoping she would reply. She didn’t.

“Is there anything I can get you at all? Anything I can do for you? Try to make you feel even a wee bit better?”

No response. He sighed and looked at the broken girl once more, he stood up, kissed the girl on the forehead and walked to the door, stopping just before he crossed the threshold, “Remember, I’m here if you need something. If you want to stay nonverbal for today that’s fine. Just text me.”

With that he went back downstairs to the bar. He noticed a young happy face slowly fading into one of distress before the boy all but ran to him. Mackenzie stopped at the bar and looked to Eoghan, tears slowly pooling in his eyes.

“Tell me it’s not true. Tell me their lying to me,” Mack begged, his accent growing thick as the tears began to fall.

“I’m- I’m sorry Mackenzie, they aren’t lying,” Eoghan replied.

“Oh fuck, how is she?” he asked, Fianna being his immediate concern.

“Not good. She found out yesterday and ran out of school, she hasn’t left her room since. She has the same song playing on repeat too,” Eoghan explains, pausing so that Mackenzie can go through the door and hear the sound of Grace still echoing through the building.

“I have to see her,” Mackenzie claims but Eoghan grabs his leather jacket and pulls him back, then throwing his arms around the young boy’s waist, not letting him start up the stairs.

“Not happening. She’s not taking visitors right now Mack,” Eoghan denies him.

“She’ll take my visit. I can help her through this, I have to help her through this,” Mackenzie struggles against Eoghan, desperate to see the girl.

“No, you can’t,” Eoghan says sharply, yanking him back, “She’s not even speaking, leave her alone for now.”

The boy continues to struggle until he hears his father’s sharp whistle cut through the air, “Stand down boy. You’ll leave the lass alone.”

Mack froze, barely daring to breath after his father spoke. He lowered his head and cautiously tried to escape Eoghan’s arms, slowly walking back to the side of the bar he should be on. Liam grabbed the collar of his son’s leather jacket and Mackenzie stiffened even more if that’s possible.

“How is she doing, right enough?” Liam asked and Eoghan shook his head sadly.

“She won’t speak de me. She’s staring at the ceiling wi’ a dead look in ‘er eyes. It’s killin’ me not being able de help her,” Eoghan told him.

“That is tragic, I am gutted for her. She’ll get over it in time though, she’s on’y a wane, there’s plenty more lads she can fall in love with,” Liam dismissed.

“I hate to say that I don’t think there are, Liam,” Eoghan disagreed, pulling out a glass to pour Liam a pint. “That young cuddy loved the bones of the speedster, I don’t know if she’ll ever be the same again.”

Mackenzie slid into his own bar stool when his father loosened his grip, instead filling his hand with the pint glass. He all but laid on the bar, his arms folded under his head as he sighed. He loves Fianna more than anything and he has no idea what she would do now that her self-proclaimed soulmate is dead. All he wanted was to find a way to help her through this, but what could he do when he wasn’t even allowed to see her?

***

Fianna laid in bed, finally gathering just a little bit of strength and grabbed her phone. She opened her messaging app and texted Eoghan. There were many things she could ask him for and yet she didn’t control her fingers as they danced along the touchscreen. She was barely processing what she was typing until she had already sent the text.

Fia: turn the clocks back to 3:53AM. Cover all mirrors. Open windows.

E: Okay

E: Do you want any food or drinks?

Fia: No

That was the end of the correspondence. With that she covered the mirrors in her room with blankets and opened the windows in her room. She was freezing, still wearing the ratty old hoodie and almost destroyed jeans, but she did nothing to combat the cold. What she was doing to herself, it was punishment.

These rituals she was going through, they were typical for an Irish wake. The clock is usually stopped at the time of death, Fianna did the math and figured out what time he was killed in Sokovia and then worked through the time-zones which is why she wanted the clocks moved back. Mirrors are covered typically to make sure that the soul doesn’t get trapped, again, this doesn’t apply to Pietro, but it’s a sign of respect. The windows are for a similar reason, letting the soul leave the house and ascend to the heavens.

The song was still playing, never having stopped from the moment she pressed play yesterday. She kept listening, feeling the words in her soul, knowing the feelings in her heart. Singing along with an aching heart.

Her voice was monotone, near no emotion as she watched the blankets covering the mirrors be blown slightly by the breeze coming through the windows. Singing used to be something that brought her joy, it was something she did in HYDRA to keep herself sane, something she did when she returned to build herself back up, now it’s the same tune repeated forever.

“Now, as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking, too,

On this May morn', as I walk out, my thoughts will be of you,

And I'll write some words upon the wall so everyone will know,

I loved so much that I could see his blood upon the rose.”

Some time around five o’clock she fell asleep again, the lack of sustenance paired with the weeping having tired her out. This self-punishment, this self-harm was only going to push her further into despair and it worried everyone. She didn’t wake again until around four in the morning the next day. The third day.

Fianna felt even worse because she knew it was the last day she could spend staying in her room. It’s traditional to hold the funeral on the third day after death, and she wouldn’t break tradition. Even if there was no real wake. Even if she wasn’t there for the real funeral. She would honour him herself. She would hold her own memorial for him. Her own requiem.

She had to plan her memorial for him, what would she do for him, what would she say, what would she wear. She spent hours lying on the bed trying to conjure up a list in her head of what she was doing and what she would need.

In the meantime she texted Eoghan again, this time with the request for blue spray paint. Eoghan had no idea why but thought better than to deny the grieving girl her request. He sent Mackenzie to retrieve it, give the boy something to do to ensure he wouldn’t go crazy.

Mackenzie did as he was told, unsure of how this would help Fianna, but fulfilling the appeal, nonetheless. He would go to the ends of the earth for her, if this would somehow help her then he would do it.

When he returned Eoghan finally let him go up to the bedroom, but as he looked at the door, hand ready to open it he froze. He didn’t know if he could do it, if he could see her in this state. He knows she wouldn’t want him to see her like this, but he still wanted to comfort her. Instead he went to his own room and grabbed a scrap of paper, wrote a note and left the spray paint with the note at the door, knocking and going back to his room, peeking out the door to see if he could catch a glimpse of her.

It took her a few minutes to get to the door, something that made Mack want to cry, she had to gather all of her strength to get up. She opened the door slowly and saw the paint along with the note.

‘I’m here. If you want to talk just text. Love you, Fizz. ~Mack x’

She nearly cried reading the note. She knew everyone was staying away, trying to be respectful, but here he was, offering his comfort on her terms. She retreated back into her room, dropping the paint cans on her blazer and flopping back onto the bed, hugging the paper note to her chest, weeping once again. It gave her an idea though and while she couldn’t find it in her to get back up, she kept the thought at the forefront of her mind to make sure she didn’t forget it.

Mackenzie laid in his own bed, the image almost a direct parallel between the two teens. He was quietly sobbing into his pillow, the image of Fianna looking so distraught broke him. He felt like he was supposed to take care of her. It was he who had helped her build herself back up after leaving HYDRA and being kicked out. He taught her to stand up for herself. He taught her to look after herself. Now all he could do was watch her from a doorway, getting only a glimpse at how she was doing.

After hours on her bed she got up, found the printer paper in her room and cut several sheets of it into squares. It took her a few tries to remember how but eventually she began to fold the squares into the shape she had learned in childhood.

Origami fortune tellers. It was something you would see children playing with in the playground. It was something she did in HYDRA when she could nick a spare piece of paper.

This time, however, she didn’t fill it with it’s usual contents. There was no ‘pick a colour, pick a number’ happening this time. This time she had folded out the flaps and written messages to her love. So many messages, each being written in as beautiful a script as she could muster feeling as weak as she was.

(She-Wolf)

‘I Love You’

‘I never stopped missing you’

‘I fell for you the second I saw you’

‘You are my everything’

‘You are my soulmate’

‘No one will ever compare to you’

‘My heart is yours and yours alone’

‘I wish I said I love you before I left’

‘I wish we got a proper goodbye’

‘Forever yours, Volchitsa’

***

It was after 4PM when Fianna remembered something from two nights before she found out Pietro had died. The scream she had heard. It wasn’t in her head. She wasn’t imagining it. It was real.

Her surname starts with Mc, both her original last name and her newer last name, meaning she could hear the screams of the Bean Sidh. She had heard the wails of the Bean Sidh, the wailing woman. She was warning Fianna that someone in her life was going to die.

And she did nothing. She didn’t even think of it as a possibility. As if that didn’t seem to put the last nail in the coffin. She felt as though she had failed, and fuck did it break her heart.

That night she looked out her window at the moon. Something she had always done with Pietro while in HYDRA. Sometimes they would be given momentary freedom to roam the grounds of the base and when they did Fianna and Pietro would climb up to the roof and look at the sky. They loved to look at the full moon, Pietro always making jokes about Fianna going a little crazier around that time of the month.

As she looked up at the first quarter of moon and smiled sadly, tears pooling in her eyes but for the first time in three days they did not fall. She had cried all she was going to, no more tears would she shed for her love. She was going to be strong tomorrow, she would try to live for him. Live for him and live a good life that he was denied. Make her life somehow worthy.

***

Fianna awoke at 6:30AM on the Friday morning. She left her room for the first time and took a shower. She takes a while in the shower, spending at least ten minutes staring up at the showerhead, practically waterboarding herself. After that she seems]ed to snap out of her contemplation and slowly washed herself.

When she got out, she pulled a towel around her and stumbled to her room, she passed Mackenzie in the hallway on the way back to her room. He did a double take upon seeing her and stopped her in her tracks, he grabbed her arms lightly before kissing her forehead.

“I’m here for you,” he whispered before letting her go.

She continued on to her room and sat on her bed in the towels for a while, time seemingly an illusion as it passed her by. She got dressed into a blue hoodie and black skinny jeans, it reminded her of Pietro. She pulled her half face bask out of her drawer and examined it for a minute before stuffing it into her pocket. She grabbed a plastic bag and put her fortune tellers in it along with the spray paint cans.

She slowly made her way down the stairs and behind the bar. She wandered over to Eoghan and hugged him, her arms snaking around his waist, and he placed the glass in his hand down onto the counter.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Eoghan comforted as signalled to Jess to take over the bar.

“Tá a fhois agam,” she nodded slowly, “Tá mé ag fágáil I gcionn bomaite.”

(I know. I’m leaving in a minute.)

“Where are you going?” Eoghan asked, noticing her preferring to speak Irish and guiding them both into the kitchen.

“Táim ag iarraidh a dul amuigh le cuimhneacháin a bheadh agam do... dó,” she trailed off, sticking to her native language.

(I want to go out for a memorial for... for him)

“Ceart go leor,” Eoghan says, “Do you want me to come with you?”

(Okay.)

The girl stared off just past Eoghan’s head for a few seconds before nodding, “Muna miste leat.”

(If you don’t mind.)

“Cinnte, just tabhair cúpla bomaite dúinn. You need a bit of something in your stomach,” he says, switching between languages and grabbing Fianna a pint glass and filling it with water.

(Of course, just give us a couple of minutes.)

She drank half of the water and grabbed a pear and ate as much as she could stomach. She looked up at Eoghan with a sarcastic smile and he almost laughed in spite of himself, it was a hint of her old self shining through.

She walked over to the back door where she chose her shoes, a pair of light blue trainers, again, reminiscent of her love. She waited for a few minutes until Eoghan came back, he asked if she wanted Mack to join them, but she shook her head. Respectfully Eoghan nodded and took her arm, walking out the back door.

He let her guide the way, not knowing where they were going or what they were doing, just wanting to be there for his daughter figure. She first got them into his car and asked him to drive to the Free Derry wall, then the spray paint began to make sense to him. That wall is notorious for graffiti and even though it’s regularly painted over, he knew that whatever she planned on writing would be left up for as long as possible.

She pulled out her face mask and pulled it over her nose, Eoghan pulling his hoodie up over the lower half of his face so that they wouldn’t inhale too many fumes. She pulled out the spray paint and first drew a massive lightning bolt, something she always associated with him and his speed. Next she began to write on the wall, smaller than she would’ve liked, but she needed to fit every letter on the wall.

‘SUAIMHNEAS SÍORAÍ AR PIETRO MAXIMOFF’

(ETERNAL REST BE UPON PIETRO MAXIMOFF)

If she had had the choice, if anyone had let her in on the funeral that is something that would’ve been written on his gravestone, an Irish prayer for the deceased. She placed her left palm on the wall, leaning her head against it as she fought back the tears in her eyes before walking back to Eoghan.

“Cuma deas air. More people will add to it, even if they didn’t know him,” Eoghan says, rubbing a hand up and down her right arm.

(Looks nice)

“Yea, tá súil agam go dhéanann siad sin,” Fianna replies.

(Yea, I hope that they do that.)

Then she took them back to the car and she sat there for a minute, not speaking before asking him to take them to the bridge. This worried Eoghan, a bridge isn’t really somewhere you would want to bring someone in the state she was in. After so insisting he eventually gave in and drove them to the Foyle Bridge.

She slowly left the car and walked along the bridge, getting hallway across before stopping, Eoghan right behind her. She opened her bag and pulled out every origami fortune teller, reading each aloud before dropping them into the river one by one. The tears finally broke as she dropped the first fortune teller into the water, a new tear rolling down her cheek with each fallen paper. After the last piece of origami fell, the one proclaiming her forever his, she turned around, softly headbutting Eoghan’s chest as she sobbed. She didn’t sob quietly, this was no princess crying, it was the cry of a warrior, of someone who lost their love. She cried like a widow, her crying loud, her breathing ragged and her entire body shivering and shaking.

Eoghan hugged her to his chest, trying his best to comfort the girl but there was nothing he could do, she was broken, possibly beyond repair. All he could do was be her father, a shoulder to cry on and his heart broke for the girl, wishing her could do more.

She lifted her head from his chest and sighed, “Ba bhréa liom go raibh mé ann,” she admits.

(I wish I was there.)

“Ba bhréa liom go raibh mé ann nuair a bhfuair sé bás. Níl seo cothrom do, chan ar cór ar bith. An cuimhneacháin seo, an toradh seo, ní hé seo an rud a bhfuil tillte aige. Tá toraidh deas le bláthanna agus óráidí, tá siad ciúin. Níl bás ciúin, bíonn analú s’acu ag fháil trom agus scairtíonn siad ort agus impíonn siad duit gan iad a ligint dul. Ní raibh mé ann do sin. Téip me air,” she ranted and rambled and he got lost trying to translate in his mind but he knew that she was pouring her heart out to him.

(I wish I was there when he died. This isn’t fair to him, not at all. This memorial, this funeral, this isn’t what he deserves. Funerals are nice with flowers and speeches, they’re quiet. Death isn’t quiet, their breathing gets heavy, and they shout to you and beg you not to let them go. I wasn’t there for that. I failed him.)

All Eoghan could do was try to usher her back into the car again, this time taking them both into the back seat where he sat and held her in his arms. He tried his best to comfort her as much as he could, but nothing would stop her from feeling more alone in that moment than she ever did before.

After a few minutes she fell asleep again, this being the most movement out of her in days. He sat her up, putting a seatbelt on her and driving back to the bar, she awoke when the car stopped and she got out herself. When she walked through the back door Mackenzie was there waiting for her, she barely stepped three feet into the building before he had engulfed her in his arms.

She felt safe, squeezed so tight in his arms that she felt he might break a rib. He stroked her hair and whispered reassurances into her ear as she clung to him tightly. This was his turn, he got to comfort her and help make her feel better.

And that’s what Mackenzie did. Even though Fianna went on a downward spiral for a few weeks after that Mackenzie was with her every step of the way, he brought her out of that dark place. By the time the summer rolled around he already knew that he was taking her with him to every foreign country he and his dad would visit while doing missions.

By the end of the summer of 2015, Mackenzie Harris Kelly had Fianna Isabelle Marie Colleen MacBhfloscaidh back to her old self, and no one had ever seen her ha

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togrowoldinv · 4 months

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Meet Me At Midnight

College!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

You invite Wanda to spend the holidays with you. Will your true feelings for each other be revealed?

Note: I can’t believe it’s almost new years. Enjoy this Wanda fic!

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You’ve casually known Wanda Maximoff for a few months now. You met her in your literature lecture. The girl seemed mysterious, but not in an off-putting way.

Wanda was assigned to be your project partner for the semester. Like typical college students, you two exchanged numbers that first day but didn’t think about working on the project until late in the semester.

She sent you a text a few weeks ago and the two of you began working on the final project. Upon working with her, you realized just how amazing she is. Her and her brother moved to America for college, that explains her enchanting accent.

By the end of the semester, you completed the project and presented it to your class. Wanda suggested celebrating your successful work with dinner. You agreed, and the two of you went out for dinner and drinks that night.

Somehow, the holidays were brought up, and Wanda told you she was not able to go home to celebrate. You asked her to come with you to your family Christmas. She was so excited to see a true American Christmas, and to not be alone.

It went by quickly. Your family took Wanda in and made her feel at home. The girl loved it so much that she decided to stay for the New Year’s celebrations as well. You take her to the grocery store with you to get last minute needs for the holiday.

“Wanda, do you want red or white wine for tonight?” You ask her.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Wanda says. She leans over you and places her chin on your shoulder. You like how affectionate she is with you. “Whatever you like best.”

“Come on, Max, you gotta pick some food and drinks out too, or my mom will be mad at me,” you tell her.

“Fineee,” she says cutely. “White. And can we get some of those chips I liked the other day?”

“Doritos?” You clarify.

“Yes, them!” Wanda says.

“We can get every flavor.”

Wanda smiles and you put the white wine in the cart before moving to the chip aisle. You stay true to your word and get every flavor of Doritos, even the taco ones. Wanda also picks out some candy and other snacks.

You buy decorations for New Years so that you can go all out for Wanda. You don’t typically go this big, but you want her first real celebration to be a special one. Streamers, hats, glasses with the year on them, and all of your dishware needs are in your cart by the time you leave the store.

Wanda is buzzing with excitement when you arrive home and begin to decorate. Your family helps make the food while you decorate with the girl. You stand on a chair and hang streamers from the ceiling.

“Wouldn’t this have been easier if I got up there?” Wanda asks. “I am taller.”

“No, I got this,” you say, but just as you do you lose your balance on the chair from standing on your tippy toes.

You begin to fall backwards but Wanda’s hands on your hips stop you. She helps you stand upright again.

“Are you okay?” She asks.

“Yeah, thank you,” you reply. Her hands remain on your hips, and she pats them softly, a silent gesture for you to get down from the chair.

“Let me finish for you,” Wanda says. She steps up in the chair.

You can’t help but watch as her sweater rises up as she hangs the decorations. Her perfect frame is distracting. You almost don’t hear her when she asks for a hand to help her down. Her soft hand rests in yours even after she is back on the ground.

“This looks amazing,” Wanda says.

“It really does,” you agree.

The two of you get swept away by your mother to help prepare food for the party. Time flies by and soon the guests begin to arrive. It’s mostly family friends, but a few of your friends from college are here too.

Wanda enjoys meeting everyone and hearing stories about you. You try to keep her away from your gossiping mother’s friends but it’s no use. They reel her in and tell her all about your child and teenage years.

“She seems great,” a voice interrupts your gaze on Wanda.

“Natasha, so good to see you!” You tell the woman.

“You too, y/n,” Nat says. She hugs you. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“Oh no,” you reply. “Just a friend from college.”

“Sure,” Nat says. “That’s why she’s staring daggers through me.”

“What?” You turn to see Wanda is staring at you and Natasha. There’s a look on her face that isn’t quite readable, but you can tell she’s unhappy.

You decide to walk to Wanda and steal her away from the gossipers.

“Hey, there’s some more people I’d like for you to meet,” you tell her. She nods and follows you back to where Nat is standing. “This is Natasha.”

“Nice to meet you,” Natasha speaks to Wanda.

“You too,” Wanda replies a bit grumpily.

Another woman walks up behind Nat and wraps her arms around her. Wanda looks at you confusedly.

“And just in time Maria shows up,” you joke.

“I’ve been here,” she replies. “Just got a little distracted by the fondue.”

“Why does that not surprise me?” Nat asks.

“Maria, this is Wanda,” you say.

“Great to meet you, Wanda,” Maria says. “You’ve got a good one here.”

“Oh, it’s not-” you begin but Wanda interrupts you.

“Thank you,” she says, placing her hand in yours.

Nat and Maria get pulled away, leaving you and Wanda standing there together. She still has her hand in yours.

“Are you alright?” You ask Wanda.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She drops your hand.

“Okay. Let’s just go get a drink,” you suggest.

For the rest of the night, Wanda seems to have shaken off her weird jealousy of you and Natasha. Or really you and anyone that’s not her. But when it’s five minutes until midnight you can’t find her anywhere.

“Wanda?” You call up the stairs, thinking maybe she went to your room. You get no response but go upstairs anyways.

She is sitting on your bed when you arrive. Four minutes until midnight.

“Hey, what are you doing up here? The ball is about to drop,” you say.

“I just needed a minute,” she says.

“Right, okay. I’m sorry. I know that my family and friends can be a lot.”

“It’s not that,” she says. “Well it is, but it’s not.”

You close the door behind you and sit next to Wanda on your bed.

“You’re missing home?” You ask.

“I always miss home,” Wanda replies. “But being with you here has felt kind of like home.”

“I’m so glad,” you say. You glance at your watch. Three minutes until midnight. “What’s bothering you then?”

“Do you like me?” Wanda blurts out unexpectedly.

“What? Of course I like you, Wanda,” you say.

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “Do you like me like me?”

“Oh.”

“Because well, I like you,” Wanda says. “And what’s bothering me is that everyone else seems to really like you too.”

“What like Nat?” You ask. She nods. “That never happened, Wanda. We’re friends.”

“But you’re attracted to her.”

“Well, you have eyes,” you try to joke, but Wanda doesn’t smile. “She is a friend.”

“And so am I,” Wanda says with a frown on her perfect lips.

“Yeah, but if you want to be more than friends then we could try?”

“Really?” Wanda asks.

“Really,” you say. “You’re so beautiful, Wanda. And so smart, cool, funny, and passionate.”

Wanda smiles the most perfect smile you’ve ever seen. You hold her cheek in your hand and brush her hair back with the other. She leans in closer.

“Wait,” you whisper. You hold up your watch. “Count with me. Ten, nine, eight…”

You count all the way down to one and Wanda kisses you as soon as she can. She practically straddles your lap as she deepens the kiss. It’s everything.

“Wanda,” you say softly, pulling away to breathe. “We need to go celebrate with everyone.”

“But I want to kiss you,” Wanda pouts.

You kiss her pouty lips and almost lose your will to stop.

“We can do this all we want later,” you tell her. “Right now it’s time to celebrate the new year with everyone. What do you say?”

“You promise we’ll do this again?” She asks.

“And again. And again. And again,” you reply, leaving a kiss to each of her cheeks and her forehead with your words.

Wanda smiles and lets you take her hand. You two walk downstairs together and spend the rest of the night celebrating New Years. It’s the best beginning to a year either of you have ever had.

You hope for many many more with Wanda by your side.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff comfort #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff angst #college!wanda #natahsa romanoff #maria hill #pietro maximoff

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‘how can the person who taught me to breathe, take their last breath right in front of me?’

‘i wish i could still see the world through those eyes’

‘stay a little longer, i’m not ready for you to go’

‘i’ve been in mourning since ten years old’

lyrics from ‘i wish’ by reneé rapp

#wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff & pietro maximoff #her grief makes me feel a bit ill:(#renee rapp #i wish #marvel angst

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luvmattmurdock · 4 months

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perfect sense part 1; pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x stark!reader

“Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race, when my invisible streak turns onto the final straight”

word count; 2k

warnings; none really, just like mind manipulation and mild violence if you squint.

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"Tony!" Steve shouted into the intercom. You rolled your eyes, your father was a few inches away from him, there was no need to shout. “I need you to deactivate the force field so I can get in!”

"Where's the please?" you heard your father’s voice, chuckling at his words.

"I need backup," Natasha's calm voice was clear, proving that everything the team was using was nothing less than top-notch Stark technology.

"Going!," You said, running towards her.

You quickly arrived, pulling out the gun Clint had given you, and began shooting at Strucker's soldiers. You hated the fact that you were not part of the main mission, forced to just shoot those useless soldiers.

Well, at least they had let you attend the mission. That was something.

"Be careful!" You hurried towards Nat, a soldier under Strucker's command almost cut her in half. She reacted and kicked him out. You fired a shot at another soldier and hit his face with your fist.

"Tony!" Cap shouted again. Will he ever stop yelling? "We need to get in now!"

"Damn wait, Rogers!" your father yelled at Steve.

"Language!"

You left Nat and headed to fulfil the part of the plan that had been assigned to you. You had to enter the fortress and get as much data as you could while Tony got the sceptre out of there.

"So we're going to ignore the fact that a minute ago Cap said 'language'?" your father asked indignantly.

"So it seems," you answered, panting. "Can I use the jetpack...?"

"No, not yet," Thor said as you heard him throw his hammer through the air, surely at a soldier. You sighed. Why run if you could fly?

You continued running until you almost reached the fortress. You started to slow down, if the security had not yet been deactivated you couldn't enter.

“Hey, uh… dad? How are we doing in regards to the security thingy?”

“Five minutes.”

“Alright” You went back to running, but almost immediately stopping as you heard a sound behind you. There was no need to turn around for you to know that there was someone behind you. Raising your hand, ready to shoot golden sparks out of it, you turned around and threw a beam of light at the person who was there.

With tremendous agility he managed to avoid it but just barely. You frowned, that person was fast, wayy much faster than you.

He was obviously altered, probably by Hydra. The team had talked about them before. "Guys," You whispered into the intercom, "I think I found one of those altered people, permission to attack?"

“Permission granted.” Steve said “Also Y/N, be careful.”

“I’ll try, '' you answered, smiling softly. You took the headset off and saved it in your suit pocket. Closing your eyes, you focused on just listening, your suit already glowing.

You heard the sound again and smiled. If you were right, this mutant would run in three seconds.

Tree

Two

One

You opened your eyes as you saw him running in front of you. You raised your hand, this time managing to hit him with a golden beam. He was paralyzed in a bubble of light that restrained him. Now that he was still you took a good look at him. He was a boy of about twenty, maybe twenty one, years old. His hair was black but it was silver at the tips. His eyes were crystal blue, very very blue, and they reminded you of how it felt like to be cold. His, let’s be fair, very attractive face was turned into a grimace of surprise and anger, probably because you had been able to stop him. His arms, very muscular by the way, were at his sides with clenched fists.

He was clearly angry.

And he was clearly angry at you.

“What the- How the hell did you manage to stop me?! Get me out of this stupid bubble, silly girl!" he said with a thick accent.

You laughed at him. “You really couldn't think of any other insult than ‘silly girl’?” He stared at you. If he wasn’t so obviously mad, you would’ve thought he was checking you out. Analysing your features with pursed lips.

"Also, if I were you I would be way nicer" I asked, trying to make evident that I was the one with the power in this situation.

“Enlighten me, why would I do that?" he replied. Now that the initial adrenaline shock from stopping him had faded, you were able to recognise that his accent was, to say the least, kinda hot. You smiled.

"Because maybe then I'll consider taking you out of the bubble?" Your smile turned to a smirk as you sat on a broken log. You knew you were irritating him and it was simply hilarious to you.

"Get me out of here and then maybe I won't hurt you too badly!" he demanded.

You raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm, I don't think so," You had an ironic innocent smile on your face, which was clearly making him even more furious.

"Silly girl," he said.

"Again with the 6th grade insults," you replied.

"How do you even do this?" he said looking at the bubble.

"I don’t think I should give you any details about our top secret, superhero worthy technology. Or should I?," You told him as you turned on the intercom. This whole interaction has just turned your cockiness levels up and, to be honest, that was probably not the best thing for the mission.

"Dad?" You said and almost immediately you heard Tony Stark's voice speaking.

"Yes, darling?" he answered.

"Can I go in now?" you questioned, chuckling as you saw how the foreigner tried, without success, to get out of the golden bubble.

“Here’s the thing, I haven't gotten there yet, wait a minute. Oh, gentlemen!” More than five minutes had passed. You were about to make that fact evident when you heard an explosion.

“Oops sorry about that. Did it hit any of you guys?” Clint asked.

“Not me.” Steve answered.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You turned around, neither the bubble nor the man were there. You slapped your forehead, knowing you should’ve focused more on that. A gust of wind came and out of nowhere and you were yanked to the floor, away from the fortress gate. Falling on your back, you cursed in pain.

"You didn’t see that coming?" said that russian voice mockingly.

"Stupid, silly boy," you said, standing up.

“Language!” Your father yelled mockingly on the intercom, you laughed.

"What’s so funny?" You chuckled as you realised the man did not know that you weren’t paying attention to what he said

"Nothing to do with you actually," You said. “Also, on that subject…” You raised your hands, launching with your right hand what would be the distraction beam, he obviously dodged it and you took advantage of his distraction. With your other hand, you lifted him up and put him back inside the bubble. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, not again!” he shouted and you laughed.

“Come on, Sonic. Already caught you twice, are your powers failing or what?” You mocked.

“Hey!” You heard the speedster call you. Turning you around, you raised your eyebrows. "At least tell me your name. I mean you already caught me, I want to meet the one who achieved such a feat." You couldn’t hide that you liked the praise, even if it was ironic, as you smiled.

“Enlighten me, why would I do that?” You said, making fun of what he said earlier.

“Don't be mean, printsessa," he said, smiling like a soap opera heartthrob.You rolled your eyes, hiding your smile.

"My name’s something I’m saving for next time we meet so…," You waved and turned around, leaving the man inside of the light bubble. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you kinda hoped you two did meet again. Someday. Something interrupts your line of thought: The mission.

"Can I come in now, damn it?" you shouted at the intercom. Steve growled but refrained from scolding you. Tony sighed.

“Friends, welcome to the Von Stucker resorts hotel, you can come in.” He said.

"It's about time!" Steve commented.

"Yes!" said a third voice, it was Clint. Following his voice was an explosion and a growl. It sounded like he was hurt.

"Barton?" You called, turning around to realise the bubble had broken, once again.

“He’s hurt!” said Nat's voice. “Could someone destroy that bunker? They know we are here!” she exclaimed.

Hulk's growl was heard everywhere, he had destroyed the bunker.

"Thank you,"

“Nat, take Barton to the helicarrier, Thor, you and I will stay here fighting against the last of Strucker's soldiers.” Steve was taking control of the situation, per usual.

"And for the love of God, watch your language!" your father said.

"I'll go in," you announced as you heard your father sigh.

You entered the fortress, there were soldiers running, but they didn't pay much attention to you. So you just kept walking, staying alert.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you, they were almost imperceptible, but there they were.

You raised your hand, golden sparks flying from it, and turned around ready to attack. A red aura collided with the amber lights. It was strong, and you felt like it wanted to get into your head. The owner of the scarlet red aura was a girl, refined features, her hair was brown, and her eyes were… strangely grey?

She reminded you of someone.

Ignoring her attempts to enter your mind, you shot a blast, making the girl stumble. Her aura was cut off as she flew against a wall.

"So there’s more mutants huh?" You grumbled. She looked at you, clearly annoyed.

The girl raised her hand and you raised yours.

She was staring at you, a completely blank stare.

Until she smiled.

Everything was strange. You knew that girl had managed to sneak into your mind, but you didn't know what exactly she was doing.

You turned around, attempting to shoot her, but no light appeared. You didn’t have your suit anymore, in fact, you were no longer in Strucker's fortress. You were in New York.

You heard a scream and looked above you, which was where the sound was coming from.

Oh surprise, you were underneath one of those Chitauri ships that the Avengers had defeated a long time ago, before you were even part of the team.

The rest of New York, however, did not seem to have lived that before. It seemed like the team hadn't made it yet.

"It's too tall Tony, stop it!" You heard Steve yelling at your dad. You turned to look at them, but weren’t able to see them anywhere.

“A few more metres” Your father whispered. If the timeline was the same, he must have been taking the missile that was currently heading to New York into space, passing through the gaping hole in the sky where the Chitauri were sneaking onto the planet.

If that was true, then Nat was to be with Dr. Selvig on the roof of Stark Tower trying to remove the Tesseract to close the portal.

Your dad was saving the world, everything was going great, why was the girl showing you this?

“TONY COME OUT NOW!” Steve shouted. The portal was closed, and Tony was not falling where he should have been falling.

Nerves and fear were taking over you as your hands itched and tears gathered in your eyes.

You tried to remind yourself this wasn't happening.

It wasn’t real.

However, it felt so real.

The emotions felt so real.

The portal closed, but your father did not fall through.

Wake up!

"Y/N!" Tony's voice shouted from a distance. As you opened your eyes, you jumped from where you were leaning.

Back in Strucker's fortress, and your dad was there, next to you. You sighed with relief.

"What happened, sunshine?" he said, worried by the tears that were coming out of your eyes. You smiled and hugged him.

"You don't know how happy I am that you are here, Dad," You told him as you let him go. He smiled fondly.

“So am I. We are going now. We have a sceptre to steal.”

You nodded and walked next to him. He left through the secret door that J.A.R.V.I.S discovered and you stayed behind, trying to get as much information as possible from the fortress.

“J.A.R.V.I.S, I want you to get all the information, whatever it is. Plans, documents, notes. And send a copy to Fury, he'll be pleased to know that Hydra's dirty secrets are in his mail.”

“Right away, Miss Stark.”

You sat on the floor, thinking about what that girl had projected on your brain.

None of it made sense.

Your father came out with the sceptre. There was a weird vibe to him. He looked… strange, sadder in comparison to minutes before.

He took your hand and you left the fortress.

Once you got on the helicarrier, you decided to sit next to Cap. He was looking at Clint, who was lying on an improvised stretcher, all of you were sure that when Dr. Cho arrived, she would take good care of him.

"Good job, Y/N," Nat told you from behind. You turned your head to smile at her.

But your smile didn't reach your eyes, still somewhat dazed by the vision.

When you arrived, you went straight to the lab to review all the information collected from Strucker's base, perhaps this way you would be able to find out who these altered people were and if he was single there were more.

“J.A.R.V.I.S, tell Mr. Stark that I will be late for the party. I'll be investigating,”

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imtryingbuck · 6 months

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Regrets

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

Summary: you and Wanda were best friends until she left you in the Hydra base.

Word count: 963

Warnings: abuse. death (starvation). no happy ending.

Masterlist

Today is the anniversary of escaping Hydra for Wanda, it should have been a happier time since it meant that she was no longer in the clutches of those that used and abused her, but everyday she was plagued by the constant memory of what she had done that day, and just like everyday the last words you ever spoke to her play on her mind, day in and day out.

"You were my family.”

The way your voice cracked broke her heart, she remembers the way you stuttered as you willed yourself to look at her through the thick glass window, the way you turned around and dropped your head along with your shoulders in defeat as you moved further into the room, into the darkness.

Leaving you in the Hydra base wasn’t something she wanted to do, she wanted the life you both had planned and dreamed about with each other. However, Wanda was selfish as she walked past your cell door, you clocking her straight away and begging for her to let you out, but all she said was she needed to find her brother. You told her you would help her, she told you just to wait and she’ll come back to you.

You knew, you knew she wasn’t coming back for you and you accepted it. She didn’t have any obligation to do anything for you but you still begged anyway, thinking-hoping that everything you two had planned together would become a reality.

But she left, left you alone scared and confused for what what’s happening and what was to come.

It wasn’t until Wanda was safe up high in the sky that it dawned on her that she had left you behind.

Every night since being at the tower she sits on the soft fluffy carpet in her room and talks softly to herself through the a hole she had made in the wall.

Every night she’s cries when you don’t reply. The realisation that you’re not there, safe just the same as she is hits her hard. Every time.

As the years passed she thought of you daily, hoping that you were safe, hoping that you was with Pietro and causing mischief wherever you two were.

She tried to justify what she had done not like it made any difference. She tried to live her life like she thought you hoped she would, but it didn’t make it any easier as you weren’t by her side.

The only people that knew what she had done was her, you and Pietro and since you and her brother were no longer here, it made it easier for Wanda to suffer in silence.

Though Wanda did smile and laugh more there was always times where the Avengers - her found family - would notice her smile or laughter fading away quickly. Never knowing that she would torment herself for wondering if you would have smiled or laughed at the thing that was being said or done.

She didn’t have many regrets in her life but leaving you behind was number one.

Wanda couldn’t breathe or take her eyes off the screen.

Her chest tightened painfully, her vision blurred with thick burning tears.

“-Wand? Wanda? Are you alright?” Steve asks when he noticed the change in his friends demeanour.

“I-I know h-her” she rasps.

The teams eyes bounce from Wanda to the woman in the photo. The woman was found by SHIELD chained to a wall at the Hydra base they overtook, the bruises and deep lacerations that covered her very slim frame made Steve gulp and Tony’s eyes drop down to his hands.

“How?”

“She was with me when I was with Hydra, her cell was next to mine” She stutters out.

“Was she not there when we found you?” Steve asks again.

“I-I told her I’d come back for her but-but I didn’t I didn’t go back” Wanda cries.

“Wanda…”

“I know alright I left her all alone”.

“I’m sorry”. Steve sighs, a beat or two go by before he speaks again “Wand did she have any abilities?”

“She can heal faster than normal”

“What was the main reason for her being there? Do you know?” Tony now asks.

“Because…so we-the experiments could train on her, they would make us do awful things to her but she always survived it.”

“Jesus…”

“Was-was it quick?”

“Wan-“

“Yes or no Steve was it quick?”

Finding his eyes filling with tears, he looks at his friend with remorse. “No. Sh-she died of starvation, Wanda I’m so sorry”

“Do they know when she died?”

“Don’t do this to yourself, it’s not going to cha-“

“Steve please!” She begs him to tell her the truth no matter how much it was going to pain her.

“Th-they estimate that s-she died seven hours before they found her”

All this time and you was still alive, because she left she assumed you had died. You were alive and being tortured by god knows who. You were all alone, probably thinking no one even cared about you and it was all her fault, if she had gone back or even got you out first then you would have known the love and warmth of a family.

You had given up, lost the fight seven hours before you were found. And it was all her fault.

The team watches as she stands up and walks away, she doesn’t get far as the heart breaking, gut wrenching scream tore through the barrier of her lips causes her to drop to her knees.

She didn’t have many regrets in her life but leaving you behind was number one and the second biggest regret she had was never being able to tell you how much she loved you.

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fandomnerd9602 · 4 months

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Forever (1/2)

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warning: here there be angst.

You never should’ve let Wanda go on that mission. But Clint insisted. He said the team needed the Scarlet Witch. Wanda agreed to it and left. How you wished you had stopped her.

You got a call from Clint right before you were supposed to pick up the boys. Wanda came back in critical condition.

You drove down to the hospital at speeds that surely would’ve gotten you pulled over if it weren’t for the fact that the cops recognized you as an Avenger.

You got to the hospital to find Pietro in the waiting room, he tried to stop you.

“Let me go, Piet”

“Wanda’s find it was a minor head injury but-“ he tried to say before you ran out of his arms and right to her room.

You threw the door open to find your wife, the mother of your two boys, bandaged and bruised. She looked back at you, a warm smile plastering her lips. You threw yourself to her bedside, crying your eyes out.

“I’m so sorry” you tried to say. “I should’ve tried to stop you a little harder. I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“Thank you” your wife looks at you in confusion, “who are you?”

The color drained from your face.

“Are you on the same team as Clint?” You barely heard your wife’s question. How could she not remember you?!

“Wanda it’s me” you tried to articulate

“Oh right…you’re one of my doctors, right?”

You could feel your vision blur. It was like your whole world came crashing down.

You felt a strong pair of arms grab you and steady you.

“Bratok, who is this?” Wanda asks Pietro.

“I’m…” you try to formulate. Pietro gives you a sad smile.

“Y/N’s is your detka, Wanda” Pietro tries to explain. “We’ll give you some rest.”

Pietro guides you out of the hospital room. You practically break down. Your brother in law explains it as total amnesia. Wanda couldn’t remember the last several years. Your courtship, your marriage, even the boys, all of it was erased in her mind.

Your phone buzzes with the caller id of your neighbor and friendly witch, Agatha. You answer to hear your little three year old son, Tommy.

“Poppa? Is Momma okay?” You can hear Billy on the phone with his brother.

You regain your composure, your boys need you to be strong for them, “mommas gonna be in the hospital a little longer pal, so she’s gonna need our love big time”

“Will she get better?” Billy asks.

“Y-Yes” you say as tears form in your eyes. Pietro gives you a strong brotherly hug.

“We are Maximoffs” you state through the phone to your sons, “and family is forever”

“Family forever” the twins state through the phone.

You’d find a way to help Wanda remember. No matter how long it might take.

To Be Continued…

Tags: @ma1egamer @lifespectator @aloneodi @deafeningsharkslimeempath @konstantin609 @holiday-house-of-m @family-house-of-m @scarletquake-n7

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 4 months

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heyy, ignore this till ur requests are open, but i just had the best idea EVER. I've been needing some angst so... can i please get hc w reader saying their safe word w pietro and tan? xoxo

(btw can I be 🇺🇸🦅 anon?

hii lovie!! I couldn’t wait til when they’re open😭 when you sent this in, I was having thoughts about writing something like this, on the EXACT same day!! so I had to write it straight away. sue me but I love stuff like this. and yes you can:) thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

SAYING THE SAFE WORD

tangerine x fem!reader || pietro maximoff x fem!reader

word count. 761

warnings. angst (bc I love it) with comfort!! suggestive but minimal use of sexual words or descriptions. contents of ask

I feel like tangerine is always very attentive, always looking at you - studying your reactions, watching how expressive you are while he's inside you. so he frequently checks you're okay ( he's probs really big, so he's worried (??) about hurting you ) he'd see how your brows knit, but different than usual - not in pleasure. he'll pause movements, asking if you're still okay, and you'll say yeah ( trying to brush off the tinge of pain you're feeling ) because of the way you said yeah, he's a bit hesitant, so he goes extra slow. his brows would furrow and his neck would cock - watching you intently, seeing how your eyes screw closed, how you'd bite down on your lip or how your features contort

then you'd quietly murmur the safe word, maybe covering your face with your hands as if you're shielding yourself. he doesn't need to hear you properly to know what you just said. he'd very slowly pull out ( not wanting to cause you any discomfort ) he'd balance on one arm beside you and with the other would try to pry away your hands so he could see and cup your face. he'd be very soft and loving, whispering, "what's going on? love? talk to me, tell me what's going on," maybe he thumbs away and/or kisses your stray tear, his face very empathetic. "did I hurt you? did something happen?" he kinda rambles with it, not knowing how you're feeling or what to say or do. maybe it's the first time you've said it, and he feels awful about it. he tells you how sorry he is and kisses your cheek, asking you to tell him what's wrong

he's very sweet with you, and you appreciate it, maybe you don't feel like talking right now, so you ask to cuddle for a bit. he doesn't try to pursue anything else with you, even if you ask for it. you'd cuddle in silence ( spooning ) but his head would be very loud - questions and guilt spinning around. he tells you he loves you, softly speaking behind your ear, you tell him that you know and kiss his hand, holding it close to your chest ( heart bc 🥲 )

I feel like with pietro he often gets a little carried away with things, so he'd be working you up in more ways than one - his hands and lips all over you. maybe he forgets you don't have the same stamina and tolerance as him, so time slips his mind sometimes. maybe it's been a couple rounds, and he's been teasing you too much - doing you too good for too long

he'd have his eyes closed, maybe his face tucked into the crook of your neck - he can't really see you. maybe you make a cry-like noise, but he's not able to differentiate it from the others just yet. you'd have silent tears streaming down your face and would mumble the safe word - barely audible. he thinks it's a choked-out mutter and that you're rambling, so you say it again a few times - mushing the words together because of how quickly you're saying it. he'd piece it together quickly and would whip his head up to look at you, his face would display like 7 reactions in 2 seconds - guilt, shame, upset etc and he would snatch himself from you. his hands would instantly cup your cheeks, blurting out how sorry he is. talking very empathetically, "no— aw, no baby, i'm so sorry. you okay? what happened?"

you kinda shake your head, quickly wiping your eyes - maybe shifting up the bed ( to make it extra angsty😏 ) he wouldn't let you get away, he'd follow you, eyes fixed on you - head moving to follow you sorta thing. he'd apologise profusely, telling you how he didn't mean to hurt you and how he got carried away and he was being selfish. he'd hesitantly hold you while you calm/ come down, softly stroking your arm and/ or hand

you'd roll into him, hugging him back and asking if he's okay - and that you're sorry for scaring him. you reassure him you're okay and tell him you love him because you know he feels awfully guilty

to sum, I think you'd say it with tan bc of how consuming and intense he can be, but with pietro, you'd say it bc of how much he does at the same time or bc of his crazy stamina

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sebsbarnes · 5 months

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masterlist

works under each character are oldest to newest

last updated on 4/6/24

requests, ideas, n asks are always welcomed, here

tangerine; bullet train

co-workers ➛ angst, fluff

summary: "if it took you getting shot for you two to finally, maybe, realize you like each other i would've used you as target practice a long time ago." warnings: language, violence, fighting, injuries, blood, weapons word count: 3.4k+

confessions most popular! ➛ fluff

summary: "you're beautiful you know that love," tangerine said softly as if the declaration was a secret that only the space between you could know. warnings: mention of a gun, injuries, blood word count: 1.1k+

the days you meet my fav! ➛ fluff, angsty plot twist

summary: tangerine was feeling the same way. he ran his tongue across his teeth thinking of the way your laugh sounded like a symphony. he shook his head a bit thinking it was wild to even say such things about, truly, a stranger. warnings: none! word count: 2.5k+

a ghost ➛ angst

summary: "are you happy?" the question felt like a burning knife slowly carving your heart out OR! ex lovers see each other for the first time warnings: none! word count: 700+

lover girl ➛ angst, comfort, fluff-ish

summary: tangerine saves you from an awful date, cliche realizing feelings afterwards warnings: mentions of killing, language, talks of insecurities word count: 2k+

jealousy

summary: he knew you were fuming about his actions and he loved it. the two of you loved making the other jealous. it was a sick cycle. warnings: mildly toxic dynamic, semi-suggestive (no descriptions) word count: 900+

apologizes ➛ angst, comfort

summary: you voice your concerns about tangerine's profession, to which he doesn't take kindly warnings: mentions of injury, swearing, drinking, nothing bad at all word count: 1.5k+

love and grief

summary: you knew no matter how often you two spat with the other, said you hated each other, hell, even nearly killed the other, you two were connected in some weird unexplainable manner. warnings: death, violence, injuries, language word count: 2.4k+

come here

summary: REQUEST! can you do a drabble where tangerine goes to the bathroom and sends the reader a text that says "come here." warnings: 18+!! word count: 500+

psychopomp ➛ angst

summary: it was that moment, underneath the streetlight, that tangerine knew he had no choice but to love you warnings: death, dying, anxiety word count: 1.6k+

a new year

summary: REQUEST! new year’s eve party with tangerine warnings: smoking word count: 800+

friend or foe

alternate continuation to 'the days you meet' summary: REQUEST! where lemon goes to the cafe a few weeks later and talks with reader, they notice lemon wearing tangerine's necklace. reader is also a contract killer and thinks that lemon killed tangerine. warnings: guns word count: 1.1k+

seduction

summary: REQUEST! reader is interacting with another guy in a mission and tangerine gets super jealous warnings: none i believe, making the other person jealous word count: 1.8k+

headrest ➛ fluff

summary: REQUEST! reader falls asleep on tangerine's shoulder on the train home after a mission warnings: none word count: 700+

13 weeks ➛ fluff

summary: it was a quiet night when the walls of your apartment learned that the two of you had fallen for the other warnings: none word count: 800

high school headcanon

summary: REQUEST! you and the twins are a trio and they are protective of you warnings: the slightest description of someone being a bully

new friends, new love ➛ fluff

summary: REQUEST! ladybug ditches you at a work event to chat to lemon while you occupy an unsociable tangerine warnings: mentions of injury word count: 1.3k+

bar fight

summary: REQUEST! tangerine intervenes when the creep at the bar puts his hands on you warnings: harassment, fighting word count: 1.6k+

sunlight ➛ tooth rotting fluff

summary: REQUEST! you take advantage of the empty beach after a mission much to tangerine's initial dismay OR! though the moon would watch over him, he knew the sun was far closer to him because you were in his arms. warnings: none word count: 1.1k+

tangerine intervenes a stalker headcanon

summary: REQUEST! you call tangerine after two men follow you from the station to different stores warnings: talks of stalking, nothing descriptive

scarlet flags

summary: you called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me warnings: suggestive- minimal descriptions, toxic situationship word count: 860+

inked

summary: tattoo artist!tangerine; you meet tangerine's friends for the first time warnings: language word count: 1.7k+

tangerine has a soft spot for reader

summary: REQUEST! tangerine has a soft spot and dynamic similar to him and lemon with reader warnings: none

too sweet

summary: tangerine is strong and bitter, much like a neat whiskey but you were sweet, like an aged wine, and he wasn't use to that. warnings: none word count: 1.2k+

letters to a loved one

summary: the only form of communication you and tangerine can use when he is on a mission is email, however, as the weeks and months go by, your words have been left unanswered. warnings: angst word count: 1.4k

a house is not a home

summary: for months now you lived two separate lives. existing on two completely different orbits, the distance between you growing into lightyears warnings: angst, lovers to strangers word count: 930+

pietro maximoff; marvel

hole in the wall

summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him. warnings: fighting, none rlly?? word count: 5k+

phantom pain ➛ angst, comfort

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been warnings: insecurities, none really?? word count: 2.9k+

vincent renzi; anatomy of a fall

reassured

summary: the presence of an old flame causes vincent to reassure you warnings: none! word count: 370+

enticed

summary: vincent can't help but struggle through work with you as the prosecutor warnings: none word count: 645

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