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hole in the wall || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x f!reader

summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him.

word count: 5k+

warnings: fighting, none rlly??

a/n: the russian is translated so i apologize if the translation is wrong. i wrote for pietro years ago but this is my first time in awhile :P reader is subjected to the same torture as bucky bc the character is kinda him, inaccuracies in the mcu but nothing crazy

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pietro often wondered about the girl who was held next door. he'd hear the screeching metal against the floor followed by a slight commotion and then a thud on the floor. small shuffling could be heard and then it was silence. no movement, no talking, no heavy breathing or cries, silence until the next time the metal door unleashed its harrowing song, and large boots could be heard entering the cell and dragging the girl away.

pietro couldn't tell how long he'd really been here nor how long it had been since the mysterious girl next to him was there but he did know it had been months on end and yet he had never seen a glimpse of the girl that shared the wall with him.

there was a small hole in the cement that allowed him to peer into the girl's cell but each time he looked he was met with the grey wall from beyond. he had heard murmurs that she was young like him and wanda. strong, fearless, one of the doctor's favorites. she was often sent out on missions and came back unscathed. each mission she was sent on was a success as if the concept of failure was unfathomable. she apparently spoke little, only when instructed, never talked back, never laughed, never screamed. almost robotic.

which is why it came to pietro's surprise after hearing the thud of her knees hit the floor and the guards march away he heard a soft sniffle. and then slightly louder ones followed by rapid and heavy breathing. pietro scuffled over to the hole in the wall and peered through. he could see her sitting against the far wall with her legs tucked closely to her, her forehead resting on her knees. he could only see half her body from where she was sitting but he could see her shoulder shaking.

"you... you need to breathe in and out. you are going to make yourself pass out," pietro was unsure, his voice quiet but loud enough for her to hear. her head shot up and looked directly at the hole. her hair was sticking to her face, her mouth was slightly parted, and eyes wide and red.

"it's okay. my name is pietro. you don't need to talk but i... i wanted to see if you are okay. you've never even made a noise before now," he felt funny slightly confessing the fact he's been taking note of your actions.

he watched as you wiped the tears off your cheek and raked the hair off your face.

"i don't know how i am," your voice sounded like you hadn't spoken in days.

"it's okay to not know."

from where you sat you could only see the boy's eye. it was a striking blue, "like the sky," you murmured.

"what?" you heard the voice call back.

you slowly stood up dragging your chained feet over to the wall. you held the wall, steadying yourself before sitting with a huff, "your eyes remind me of the sky."

pietro wasn't sure what to say back. he went months not hearing your voice or seeing you, only knowing the tales that the guards spoke of yet here you were inches from him, broken down and giving a compliment. a much different reality to the one he thought he knew before.

pietro didn't hear another word from you, he assumed you fell asleep against the wall. he tried looking through the hole at any angle he could to see you, but all he noticed was a piece of metal gleaming from the dull light in your cell.

a few days had passed since the interaction and pietro had little time to dwell on it. his testing was getting more intense, he was constantly being injected with needles he knew nothing about, there were many monitors reading whatever vitals they needed to document, and his training was becoming more rigorous. he was exhausted, he hadn't been in his cell in two days, and although the cell offered no comfort he much rather be locked behind the bars than strapped to a table.

the guards pushed him down the hallway, taunting him. each time he stood up they would push him back down. the shackles on his wrists rubbed his skin raw and those around his ankles prevented him from running. the guard gripped his shoulder tightly walking past wanda's cell as she called out to her brother.

"wanda!" he screamed out as he watched the other guard reach through the bars and grip at her neck. the guard holding onto him roughly pushed him into the cell causing him to stumble and land on his shoulder, his face grazed the cement floor.

you had heard the commotion from your cell, you stood at the door looking over at the guards who simply laughed at the twins who were now in pain. all you could do was grimace. you hated this, you hated this place, each day you yearned to leave this hell hole you've called home. you heard pietro scream in frustration and then heard his rapid movements as he ran around his cell, thrashing against the walls.

you had seen pietro from a distance a few times. you were never allowed to be near the enhanced people and only managed glimpses of them. you had seen his super speed and the way the scientists trained him. it was brutal and he endured a lot just from the few moments you had witnessed. you started to notice that after particularly rough days he would do this, run back and forth for what seemed like hours on end. slamming into the cement walls that would somehow rattle from the force. he would yell in anger, cursing the guards and scientists for what they were doing.

the noise settled and you hesitantly sat in front of the small hole. you could see his large frame hunched over catching his breath. he ran a hand through his messy silver hair, his white tank top was dirty and slightly damp from his running. you peered behind your shoulder at the hallway making sure it was empty. you swallowed thickly with nerves in fear of getting caught before forcing three fingers into the hole and ripping the cement block from the wall. you could now fit your head through the hole comfortably if you wanted to.

"pietro," you said placing the block beside you. he faltered and gestured with an open hand in confusion at the now gaping hole in the wall. you couldn't help but pull your lips into a tight light suppressing the laugh you wanted to let out at the look on his face. using his speed he rushed to face you, eyes wide examining the open edges of the cement.

"you-"

"are strong," you cut him off jokingly.

the two of you sat staring at each other. it was weird to be face to face after countless months of unknowing the other despite being separated by only a wall. you took in his appearance. he was handsome. up close you could now see the slight curls to his hair and the short facial hair. his shoulders broad and built. under his sky-blue eyes were dark circles from the lack of sleep but it suited him. he was stunning and pietro was thinking the same about you. your hair fell haphazardly across your forehead. your eyes were kind and gentle, much different than the stone-cold eyes he had imagined in his head. your lips were pulled to one side in the tiniest of smiles as you took in his appearance. pietro found it hard to believe the stories he has heard about your reputation as he stared at you. expression soft, eyes and smile kind, you looked battered and worn down but still so youthful as if you didn't fit in with the surrounding grey walls.

"are you okay?" you finally asked.

pietro's nostrils flared and his eyes fluttered shut, "i don't know."

you hesitated a moment before repeating his words from a few days prior, "it's okay to not know."

if you weren't staring intently at the man before you you would've missed the smile that flashed across his face at your remark. it was soon washed away when you both heard loud footsteps from down the hall. you both quickly turned towards the noise that was approaching pietro's cell, he gulped harshly as a guard came into view. he looked back at the wall expecting to still see your face but instead, he saw a metal hand escaping through the hole as if the cement was never removed.

metal...?

it must have been late in the night. the guards had already dropped off the atrocious meal they call dinner and returned to pick the trays up. they rarely patrolled the hallways at night, opting to smoke outside. it was eerie each night. the sound of dripping water from pipes echoed, the occasional gunfire could be heard from the woods outside, slight whispers could be heard from the twins once in a blue moon but it was rare. in a place like this, they didn't let you be a person so it was hard to act like one.

pietro was lying on the bed facing the ceiling making a laughable attempt at trying to get some sort of sleep. he was imagining his life before this when his family was all together, when times were happy, when he was just a little kid and not a young adult performing for crazed scientists. his eyes scanned the room at the sound of bricks moving before seeing your head pop into vision from the hole. pietro let out a small laugh through his nose seeing your sheepish smile.

you sat facing the other not saying anything at first. it was oddly comfortable being face-to-face with the one they call quicksilver. you couldn't put your finger on why though. you've spoken so few words to him but then again it was the first time you let yourself speak to someone in this building that wasn't a doctor or a guard. maybe it was you being naive but it felt okay and safe.

"what made you cry the other day?" he finally spoke his question causing you to blink a few times.

"i think... i think they do something to my head. i mean, i know they do," you thought bringing your fingers to your temple as if the gesture helped you remember, "but i think i'm starting to notice when i'm on missions. it's hard to really know though it's all a blur."

pietro nodded softly taking in what you had to say, "like... brainwashing?"

"it has to be. they recite something each time and then it's like i'm not me," you confessed, "but these past few missions i'll overhear things from strangers passing by or i'll see something and i can feel myself start to wake from the trance. i'm starting to remember life before here and i'm becoming aware of what they have me doing."

"whatever it is they have you doing just know you are still a good person," pietro spoke quietly.

"i kill people," you said bluntly looking him straight in the eyes. he averted his gaze slightly, his hand coming to caress his jaw.

"the person they turn you into out there isn't you. the real you is sitting in front of me now."

"how can you be so sure, you don't even know me," you questioned.

"i don't think an out right evil person would check to see if a stranger is okay... or compliment them the first time they see them," pietro joked slightly. you hung your head as your lips pulled back into a smile. pietro couldn't help the way his body leaned closer to the hole with a big smile on his face observing the way you became shy.

"no one in this building is perfect. we've all done things that are considered evil but if we manage to hold on to some sort of sense of ourselves i think we will be okay. i hope wanda and i get out of here soon. it was a mistake yanno, being volunteers, i regret it. it makes me feel worse knowing you had no say in the matter. you're here every day as a puppet against your will and yet i walked through these doors. every day i'm in pain and every day i regret it," pietro's accent got thicker as he got emotional.

you frowned at the silver-haired man, "life in here is already hard enough, there is no point in being hard on yourself."

his eyes were glossed over, internally fighting himself for the choices he had made in the past. you reached your hand into the hole searching for his. this was out of character for you but it some selfish way you wanted the warmth of his hand to comfort you as well. it was peaceful sitting in silence holding each other's hand. the only form of physical touch the two of you ever received was in the form of torture. gruff hands slapping, punching, shoving, and poking you seemed like a far and distant sensation compared to the safety you felt as pietro's thumb traced the back of your hand.

"you should rest," pietro finally broke what felt like an hour's long silence, "they usually take you first."

you sighed deeply but you knew he was right. god knows what hour it was and you needed to try and get some sleep. pietro gently let go of your hand and allowed you to snake it back through the hole.

"thank you pietro. i hope we can talk more soon," you told him earnestly.

"i hope so too," he gave you a lopsided grin before you grabbed the brick.

it was mere days later when you two found yourself in the same position. the guards were out, pietro had finished his talks with wanda, the disgusting dinners were consumed and taken away, and here you were staring into the sky amongst grey walls. pietro noticed your face had small cuts scattered on it from a mission you were sent on a day prior but you had made no mention of it thus far. you were currently enthralled by pietro telling a story from his younger days. pietro was funny and he didn't even need to try, it had been years since you felt the burning sensation in your sides from laughing too much but he made it easy. and pietro loved the sound of your laugh, it was beautiful, irresistible almost. the two of you went back and forth sharing any memories you could remember from life before these walls and it was effortless but you knew just like the other nights it was soon time to hide the hole.

"you're really pretty," you confessed.

pietro's mouth formed an 'o' shape before turning into a giddy smile, "you are beautiful, dragă"

this time it was pietro plugging the brick back into the wall just as he was about to finish a loud booming voice came from your side of the wall. his hands shook slightly at the volume of the guard yelling 'soldier' in russian to you. pietro could no longer see what was happening but he heard you stand up and reply back and leave the cell.

although you and the guard walked in silence you knew he saw you talking to pietro. you continued to clench and unclench your fists trying to calm yourself for what was to come.

"Тебе нравится мальчик?" (do you like the boy?) the guard asked placing a firm grip on your shoulder, pushing you towards the all too familiar room. you stayed quiet and you heard the man snicker to himself, satisfied with your silence.

in the room, several other guards were standing in position, many holding guns. you saw the needles and wires spread across the small rolling table with a doctor in a white coat hunched over it. the monitors sitting idly waiting to read your vitals. the guard that escorted you pushed you into the contraption that stood before you forcing your body flush against the back. immediately automatic shackles secured your arms to the chair and the whirling sound of small electric plates situated themselves against the sides of your head.

"смешно... ты, кажется, молчишь только рядом с нами," (funny... you only seem to be quiet around us.) the doctor smirked, admitting they all were aware of you and pietro speaking. the doctor sucked his teeth as you glared at him, unwilling to confess to anything.

he picked up the mouth guard from the table wiggling it in front of your mouth waiting for you to open. you bit down in anger, all the muscles in your face twitching, your eyelids blinking rapidly pushing back any emotion daring to creep up at what you knew was about to happen. it wasn't often they wiped your memory, only when they deemed your actions defied them, like not getting enough information on missions which was rare. it had been months since the last time they did this. you screamed in agony as the electric volts zapped against your head. sweat started to bead across your thrashing body. it was indescribable and it wasn't a short process but once the currents stopped your world was black and each time you'd wake up in your cell with no recollection.

it was a week later you found yourself in the training room after being isolated since the memory wipe. your shoulders were hunched forward, chest facing the ground, your arms swayed ever so slightly by your side, your breathing was ragged after being beaten in the form of "training" for the last two hours. the doctors insisted it would be over soon, one final test for the day before you could go to your cell. the door creaked open and the familiar sound of boots entered, you didn't even bother looking up.

"солдат!" (soldier!) a guard yelled causing you to slowly pick your head up. at the door was a young man you'd never seen before, he wore tattered pants and a tank top, his hair was silver, and his blue eyes were opened wide in what you could only assume was shock. and though you didn't recognize him, pietro recognized you.

up until now, he had never seen your full figure before, only parts of your body that were visible through the hole. despite you clearly being injured and tired you stood tall and pietro could tell you were strong. the most alarming part about you was your arm... your metal arm. pietro's eyebrows scrunched together, head slightly cocked to the side examining the way the metal met your skin, some scar tissue bright red while others were faded.

before pietro could mutter any words aloud a doctor appeared from a side door and sauntered towards you holding a notebook.

"работа...установить..." (work...establish...) the doctor read.

"please, no," you whispered, your neck screwing to the side as if it will block the doctor's voice.

"станция..." (station...)

pietro watched as your chest heaved air in and out as the doctor continued reciting from the book, circling your body like a predator ready to attack. he watched as your teeth chatter together and your metal hand flexed. the doctor stopped behind your right shoulder leaning down slightly so his mouth was level with your ear. pietro couldn't hear the whispers but he felt nervous at the doctor's intense eye contact and the loud clap of the notebook being shut. the doctor lazily dragged his hand off your shoulder whispering one final command before exiting the way he came.

pietro jumped at the sound of the door behind him slamming shut as the guards snuck out, leaving only the two of you in the room.

"wha- WOAH!" pietro shrieked as you came barreling towards him at full speed, your metal arm raised high in the air to come down on his body.

"please i don't want to hurt you," but his pleas were left unheard as you socked him in the jaw, tossing him to the ground and repeatedly punching his stomach. although being fast, pietro found himself trapped beneath you and it took moments before he was able to get out and start running in different directions. slowly, you walked towards a vacant chair in the corner, eyes trained on the blue light racing around the room. you gripped the chair waiting for the right moment before launching it across the room and nailing pietro square in the back. you stalked towards his groaning figure grasping his shoulder and flipping him onto his back where you straddled him and punched at his face.

to pietro's relief, the doctor came back into the room beckoning an order to you. pietro watched from underneath your frame as your pupils twitched at him and your head robotically moved to face the doctor. you refrained from punching pietro anymore and stood up and walked to the doctor and the two guards who waited behind. one of the guards stabbed a needle into your neck and once more the world was black.

you couldn't even begin to guess what time or day it was when you finally woke up on the floor of your cell. your body was violently shaking from the cold and you started to panic. as much as you tried to think of any memories you couldn't, it was like your mind was a blank slate and it was causing you to panic even more which then turned into anger. you grabbed the small bed and threw it at the wall and screamed loudly. you repeatedly slammed your metal first into the wall causing dust to liter the air. guards walked past your cell but simply laughed and continued to make their way down the hall and off into the outside world.

"hey," a voice spoke unsteadily. you whipped your head around to the other wall and saw a face peeking through.

"it's okay," the man tried to ease seeing your angered state approaching him. you kneeled in front of the hole looking intensely at his face.

"who are you?"

this question confirmed pietro's fear that they wiped your memory. he had foolishly hoped that in the training room you were just too worn down to recognize him when he walked through the door before they sent you into your trance.

"my name is pietro. you may not remember but i am a friend," he spoke hoping to see any form of recollection cross your face. instead you examined him quietly before turning your head and examining the room. it was lit dully, your bed now turned on its side, and there was a tray of food sitting near the cell door that looked to be days old.

"this is a hydra base," pietro continued without you having to ask, "the people here are not good. they hurt us, they experiment on us, many people have died here. i have a sister here, a twin," he said pointing a finger behind him, "her name is wanda. they call us the enhanced. we both possess abilities no normal human would have due to their experimentations. we came as volunteers and i regret it."

"am i a volunteer?" you questioned.

"no, dragă. a few weeks ago you told me they found you during the winter, alone. you had been lost in the forest and they made promises to help you find home but you never returned. you said you aren't sure but you think it's been ten years since," pietro confessed, his accent thick with sorrow.

you hummed, unsure of what to say. you remembered none of this so what could you really say back? was pietro even telling the truth? how could you decipher fact from fiction in a state like this? despite the confusion and the absence of memory, something deep within you said it was all true, everything he was saying was right.

"why is my arm gone?" you whispered, slightly touching the contorting metal panels near the elbow.

pietro couldn't help but feel a pain in his chest as he observed you try and remember any semblance of yourself, "i- i don't know. what i do know is the doctors, they like you. you are very important to them and they make you do dirty work. the reason you can't remember anything is because they wipe your memory."

"i suppose that makes sense," you nodded slightly giving pietro a bitter smile.

"i am sorry for what they do to you," pietro stated earnestly. if he could help you in any way he would, over and over again, he would.

you paused, taking in pietro's face which held some serious injuries. the skin on his brow bone was split, his eye was bright red with blood and a nasty purple-green bruise on his jaw.

"did i do this to you?" you asked, slowly reaching your hand through to gently touch his jaw.

"of course you didn't my love," he murmured, tenderly grabbing your wrist and threading his fingers with yours.

"if there comes a time when i hurt you, please don't go easy on me," you pleaded.

"i cannot promise you that," he smiled at you softly, bringing his other hand to enclose your freezing one.

and pietro was being truthful. he couldn't nor he wouldn't harm you in the event the doctors forced you to fight. he would run and dodge the punches, and the chairs being thrown at him, but he couldn't fight you, he just couldn't. it pained him to see the different version of yourself, the real you locked inside begging to come out of the brainwashing.

pietro didn't think it would be so soon when he would be in the same position as before, standing across from you in the training room as the same doctor circled your body, reciting words in russian that would transform you into their super soldier. it was only hours after the two of you decided to sleep that pietro was ripped from his bed and dragged into the training room.

the doctor once again closed the notebook but before leaving he looked over at pietro, "it is a shame," he started with a thick russian accent, "her memory wiped twice in a week. i thought maybe you two would work well as a team. we could start sending you out on missions with her. but it seems she has developed a hm. what do you call it?" he fake pondered, "ah! a crush! and that is not something we take kindly here. she provides more to us here than you do so..." with that the doctor whispered one final thing in your ear before leaving.

pietro watched carefully as you headed towards him and at the last moment he sprinted away causing you to concave the metal door. you whipped your head around, eyes wide in anger, tracking the movements of the man. he was fast and this irritated you. sticking your leg out you managed to trip him at the last moment and his large frame hurled to the floor. you gripped his shirt in one hand and used your metal hand to punch him in the side of the face.

"it's me!" the man below you yelled. this had no effect on you and you raised your hand to hit him again but he grabbed your fist. the two of you violently struggled against each other before you used your hand clutched to his shirt to slide him away with great force.

"please i said i would never hurt you. it's me, pietro!" the man pleaded getting up to run past your approaching figure. for some reason hearing the name pietro caused a loud screeching pain in your head.

"what are you doing to my head?" you screamed, clutching your head in your hands, eyes screwed shut.

pietro stopped running and looked at your trembling figure, "i'm- i'm not doing anything."

you tried ignoring the high-pitched shrilling noise and stumbled to pietro. you grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him backward against the wall. although you moved him with force pietro could feel the weakness in your grip this time. he stayed silent looking into your eyes that were frantically examining him.

"the noise..." you muttered bringing your metal hand to hold your head.

"there... there is no noise," pietro spoke confused. there was no noise in the room besides heavy breathing.

"who are you?" you probed shoving him roughly against the wall.

"it's me. pietro. i live next to you in the cell. i came here as a volunteer with my twin sister wanda. you are here against your will. they found you when you were little and never let you leave. they hurt you every day, they aren't good people. trust me, please. it's me your friend," pietro rushed hoping to break through to you.

he felt your grip slightly falter as you looked him up and down. he couldn't make out the emotion in your face as you screwed and unscrewed your features together, internally fighting yourself. he wasn't scared, but nervous rather for your next move or action.

as pietro spoke the high-pitched noise continued to grow louder causing severe pain in your head. it made you nauseous and your vision would cloud with blinding bright light. you hung your head gasping for air as a vague image of a cell came to memory. you tried blinking it away but it would reappear, this time you'd see a man. the man you were pushing against the wall. his head was peeking through the cell wall. instinctually you pressed him further into the wall, pietro's shoulder blades started to ache. a new memory came and it was pietro holding your hand, his thumb caressing yours.

you shot your head up looking at the man. your eyes were glossy with tears from the pain you were experiencing. not just the physical pain of the intense noise but the mental pain as you tried to piece together who he was. his appearance was becoming familiar. his clothes, his broad shoulders, the facial hair on his jaw and upper lip, the cut on his eyebrow, the dark roots of his hair and the silver ends, and his eyes.

you dropped your grip and pietro's eyes contorted in confusion.

"like the sky..." you murmured.

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wakanda-nonsense-is-this · 1 year

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Ghost of Us — Chapter 5

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

Pietro Maximoff x fem! Mutant!reader

Warnings: The usual

Word Count: 1.9K

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Pietro’s P.O.V

A grunt escaped my lips as a sharp pain shot through my ribs. Immediately, my eyes opened as I lay on the ground. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the surrounding darkness. And once they did, I grew more confused.

What the hell happened?

My surrounding became clearer the more aware I became. The scent of pines reached my nose. The grass and dirt under my legs as I slowly sat down. The flutter memory of sweet lips on m-

The moment that thought entered my mind, I became painfully aware of the absence of warmth her closeness provided me as we fell from the sky. I scanned my surrounding but found no trace of her. Too fast, and too early, I stood up, but the moment my legs straightened under me, they gave up. Quickly, I took a hold of the nearest tree. I took a deep breath as the dizziness left my body.

I looked down at myself and was not surprised to find myself bleeding through m shirt. I shrugged nonchalantly.

It would heal.

But she wouldn't, something whispered at the back of my mind, and worry swallowed me whole. She could be hurt. No, she could be dead.

Alarms flared in my mind. Ignoring the pain in my leg, I gave one step then another until I was running the fastest I could with blood running down my thigh from something that had stabbed the flesh.

Every second that passed without seeing her, conjured images of her lifeless body laying in my arms. The images were strangely familiar and made my heart ache.

She had to be somewhere around. But she wasn't. My breaths became erratics as panic flooded my system. She wasn't here.

I put my hands on my knees and took a deep breath. Panicking wouldn't help me find her, but fuck, if the thought of losing her made my insides twist painfully. After a painful deep breath, I straightened and made to move, but the sound of branches snapping above my head made me halt.

I looked up and there she was, hanging like a damn doll from the highest point, the only thing keeping her afloat being the fabric of her shirt stuck in the branches. I felt my heart stop beating for a second as I couldn't discern from where I was if she was still breathing.

With shaky feet, I started climbing. My leg was in vigorous pain, but at least it had stopped bleeding. The higher I got, the less I could feel my leg, but that didn't stop me.

Nothing would.

Not again.

I immediately grew confused, where did that come from?

I shook my head to clear my thought. It didn't matter, I had a mission, and couldn't get distracted over concussion thoughts.

When I finally reached her, it was like being punched in the lungs. Her soft hair was coated with blood that ran down her face and chest. Bruises and scratches adorned her ghostly pale skin. A big patch of blood on her shirt caught my attention, I couldn't see the wound, but in the way it wouldn't stop leaking blood, I knew it had to be serious.

I couldn't distinguish if the movement of her chest was the breeze or her breathing, and that terrified me. As fast as I could, I crawled along the bough of the three to get as close to her as possible. I placed my hands around her waist and slowly tugged her towards me. The branches holding her uptight released her, and before she could fall, I pulled her ice-cold limp body to my chest. I didn't have time to check if she was alive, it was getting dark, and I needed to find help as fast as possible. Or that's what I convinced myself of because I knew if she was dead, I wouldn't survive it.

With her safely secured in my arms, I descended as fast as I could, avoiding making sudden movements that could worsen her wounds.

Once on the ground, I repositioned her body, one arm behind her knees and the other behind her shoulders, so I could move faster, and keep an eye on her.

I never had an issue with my healing, it was mostly fast, but it did take some time, something I didn't have right now. My leg was fucked, and I couldn't run, so I walked, and sprinted for as long as I could manage.

Darkness surrounded us as the sun faded away, bringing coldness in its absence. I kept walking, I didn't know where, I just walked. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours. We were lost, and she was hurt, and I couldn't do anything for her more than the stupid tourniquet I made a while ago.

At this point, my leg was completely useless. I knew a little rest would heal it enough, but there was no time. I was afraid time had already run out, and that the girl in my arms was anything more than a body.

It was so dark I didn't see the void in front of us. Grunts escaped my lips as we rolled downhill. I tightened my arms around my girl and didn't let go. I tried to slow us down by gripping onto something, we were going too fast to be able to make out anything but the pain of our descent.

Before I knew it, we reached the bottom. For a moment, I just lay there. My ears were ringing and my head hurt. I must have hit it with something.

A tiny whine woke me up from my disoriented state. I held my breath and waited. The body over me stirred, and a painful moan escaped her lips.

My body protested as I sat down, avoiding moving her as much as I could. Slowly, I moved her battered body, so she was resting in my lap. With delicacy, I didn't know I possessed, I cupped her face. The moonlight allowed me enough light to see her gorgeous eyes slowly peel open.

Y/n's P.O.V

Back when I was in the asylum, darkness would be the first and last thing I would see. I guess, in a way, it was a form of torture. One they knew worked wonders on me, especially before they did procedures on me.

I didn't know it then. They feared me. They were so scared they didn't dare touch me before chaining me in the dark, because they knew what the darkness did to me. They made me weak so they could torture me. The warm-up, I think they would call it.

I have to say, they really knew what they were doing. Leaving me in complete darkness for hours before they came to fetch me, gave my mind millions of possibilities to imagine what they would do to me next. Not knowing what they were going to do to me, made everything worse. Torturing me wasn't enough, they had to break me.

And they did, for many years they succeeded. But they never foresaw the variable that is called Pietro. I wish I could say he mended me and put me back together, but that would be a lie. You couldn't mend something that would break every day. So no, he didn't fix me, but he didn't have to, because he did something better. Pietro Maximoff gave me something to look forward to every day. So when he left, my world collapsed, and it was like i never left that place to begin with.

So when I opened my eyes to complete darkness being held by him, I knew I had to be dreaming, because Pietro Maximoff was no longer mine.

I was sprawled in his lap, his hand cupping my cheek as he absently caressed my skin. I tried to sit down, but the sharp pain that shot through my ribs and stomach made me cry out in pain and panic. I hadn't realized when I first woke up, but I was now acutely aware of my wounds. A sob left my lips, as the skin around my wound stretched.

“It's okay. I've got you” Pietro croaked, his other hand stroking my hair as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

“It hurts, Piet.”

“I know, scumpul meu. I know” His hold on me tightened as he rocked us back and forth. It really is bittersweet, that even after everything we've gone through, the only time he can hold me is when I'm on the brink of death.

“We really need to stop meeting like this” I humorlessly laughed. I really hated this, and after all I've gone through, I desperately needed a break. Wong would have a field day hearing this story, I couldn't wait to tell him all bout Pietro again. He might act uninterested, but he loved the gossip I brought to the sanctum. I smiled at the thought. God, I missed them so much.

“No, no, stay awake” I felt his finger brushing through my hair. I hadn't even realized I had closed them. “Please don't die on me” He begged, his mouth on my forehead. I was half passed out, but I couldn't help the snort that left me. If only he knew.

“Oh, believe me, this is not the way I'll die” I assured him, just before consciousness slipped through my fingers.

Pietro's P.O.V

“FUCK! No, no, wake up” I could hear the panic in my voice, but I didn't care. My hands were shaking so much, it would've been impossible to check her pulse. I rapidly lowered my head to her chest and when I heard her heartbeat, I almost fainted with relief. Without thinking, I gathered her in my arms and simply hugged her for what felt like hours.

This was the first time in the day when I knew she was alive. She was badly hurt and lost way too much blood, but she was alive.

The adrenaline wore off ages ago, but out of nowhere, energy surged through my body. The pain was still there, but it was more manageable than it had ever been. I have no idea what just happened, but it didn't matter.

With her delicate body safely tucked in my arms, I stood up and walked as fast as I could without wounding her any further. Kilometers of trees and green surrounded us, making me lose hope that I could find a place where she could rest. I looked down at my arms and noted her skin had gotten paler, and she had started shivering. I brought her closer to my chest in hopes she would absorb some of my heat.

I really had no idea where I was going, and I needed to figure it out now. Earlier I can swear I saw some birds flying north, if we follow that route, maybe we-

I stopped in my tracks and looked at my surroundings. We were the only people here, I was sure of that, but deep down I knew there was someone with us. Out of nowhere, an icy feeling overcame me, it was weird, like cold water. I absentmindedly remembered someone describing the feeling as 'having a bucket filled with ice thrown over your head'. I shook my head. I was getting paranoid.

I resumed my walking, but suddenly, as if being pulled by a rope, I headed west. I had no reason to head that way, but call it desperation or familiarity, I went with my instinct. And just when I thought I was wrong, I made a turn between some thick logs, and a wood cabin appeared in front of my eyes.

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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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eternalslover · 2 years

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Pietro maximoff (aou) headcanon

Pietro snores and sleep talks and when he was younger he used to sleep walk

STOP IMAGINE ITS LIKE 2 AM IN THE AVENGER COMPOUND AND YOUR JUST GETTING A GLASS OF WATER AND YOU SEE PIETRO SLEEP RUNNING

BSJFVSJSSHSISJWO

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see-the-divine · 1 year

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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wanna be yours pt. II | mcu ; p.maximoff

A/N; if we thought it got intense in the last part, holy... Look. There's no way to skirt this. Pietro is staking his claim on Stark!reader. Maybe he's not making it blindingly obvious, but the fact remains. This one is loaded with this weird possessive / protective sexual tension. So, obvs, there are more parts to come to this.

Just curious, are there any other readerxcharacter stories I've done you guys want more parts to? Because I could do several, tbh...Tell me pls bc I am curious.

Pairing ; Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Fem reader.

Warnings ; heavy sexual tension, mentions of an injury (am operating on the theory that when Pietro lived through the incident in AoU, part of the recovery process is that he's lost some speed -not entirely, and he heals a little slower until he's up to full power again), a very intense confrontation between reader x Pietro. For now, that's all.

Timeline / Other Stuff ; we're going to go with the assumption here being that this is shortly after AoU but before all the other shit that unfolds. As before, reader/you are Tony Stark's daughter with a deceased woman and he's raised you since you were hours old. I am not sure how far I will go with this yet but.. There will be massive changes to the last movie (Tony will not be dying) if I go that far. Also, when Pietro uses his native tongue, I'm using Romanian for a basis.

Summary ; Two to three days later, you encounter Pietro in the gym. After a rather... intense confrontation (in the sexually tense sense) you get the sense that somehow, he's staking his claim.

Translations needed ; -- thanks Google translator.

draga mea - my darling , Felul în care te miști este hipnotic, draga mea - the way you move is so hypnotic + — Nu mă pot opri să te privesc. - i can’t stop watching you. — E doar o zgârietură, prințesă. - it’s just a scratch, princess. + — Mulțumesc, pisicuță. - thank you, kitten.

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He spotted you the second you slunk in off the street with the Nike gym bag tossed over your shoulder. His eyes follow your body intently, fixed on and focused on the way your black leotard and the leopard print leggings fit you like a second skin. The oversized shirt you’ve got over the top of the leotard is somehow both loose and tight, tied at the bottom as one side of the garment seems to have given up in surrender and it’s hanging down below your shoulder.

If the spotter hadn’t grabbed the barbell in his hand, he’d have dropped it on his chest. You disappear into the dance studio and a few seconds later, some slow song by The Weeknd starts to play, filtering out the open door of the room you’re currently inside of.

Pietro rests the barbell against the supports made to hold it in place and he slips off the weight bench. In the blink of an eye, he’s leaned in the open door of the little dance studio and he’s watching you as you writhe, roll and leap around the room slowly. Gracefully.

In comparison to his super speed, it’s the total opposite. He shifts the way he stands and takes a shaky breath as the way your body felt against his and under his hands felt two nights ago during your little wordless encounter resurfaces.

This makes the speedster’s fists clench and flex at either side of his body and for lack of something else, something better to do with his hands, he folds his arms over his chest.

The song starts to fade out and your body comes to a stop, back against dark stained hardwood floorboards. Your arm raises and falls dramatically across your forehead and Pietro finds himself mesmerized by the hectic rise and fall of your chest, it’s damn near hypnotic, especially as your breathing starts to return to normal rhythm.

You pull yourself up from the floor and Pietro’s standing in front of you at the speed of light -quite literally. Your head tilts to one side and Pietro stares; hypnotized for a few seconds too long by the soft graceful curve of your neck. Fantasies of his mouth latching against your skin. His hands, all over your body.

You look light as a feather to him, he towers over you.

“Draga mea.” the words come out quiet. Husky and from way down in the depths of his chest and for a second or two, you’re mesmerized by ice blue eyes only to have your trance broken and your eyes drift down, settling on his mouth as his tongue dragged the outline of his lips, thick and wet.

You gulped. And despite any and all notions to stay where you were standing, you found yourself stepping just a little closer. And then a little more. Until no space remained and you could feel the firmness and the warmth of him pressed into you completely.

“— Felul în care te miști este hipnotic, draga mea.” he mumbles quietly. Shifting the way he’s standing but it’s too little, too late. One of his rough hands catches against your hip as the words come rolling out in his mother tongue and you tilt your head to look up at him, brows knit together in confusion. But he doesn’t repeat what he’s just said, instead, he continues to speak, “— Nu mă pot opri să te privesc.”

Your tongue drags over the outline of your lips, slow. You try to pull yourself out of his eyes but you can’t and you have the passing thought that it’s almost like being lost in a stormy sea. Then you want to smack yourself in the back of the head because you’ve spent two days telling yourself that no matter how strong the pull you felt to him was that night, it won’t happen again.

Now here it is, happening again.

And he’s talking to you in that damned seductive velvety growl - a langauge that you can’t understand but whatever he’s saying is said in such a way that you’re dripping, soaked almost uncomfortable with just two mere sentences, , distracting as hell in the tank top and track pants that hang just a little too loose and low on his hips.

His hand raises, busted knuckles graze against hair sticking to your forehead. The hair is brushed away and you lightly tap a sneaker against the wood floorboards as you try to process everything all at once. This feels like a game of cat and mouse. One that you won’t win.

You feel very much like prey under his calm blue sky gaze. And you’re not entirely sure how you feel about that fact. You pout a little, trying and failing to figure out what he could possibly be up to. Maybe he’d seen you lurking in the doorway of the gym down the hall, watching in awe as he hoisted heavy weight sets in the air as if they were feather light?

Maybe it’s payback, maybe it’s something else.

Either way, all you can do is stare. And the feeling you previously had about Pietro silently marking his territory is doubling by the second.

Your eyes catch on his knuckles and you grab hold of his hand before you can censor yourself, hissing quietly as you look at the healing damage. Your finger grazes over his knuckles and you shake your head. “If you’d stop fighting everybody that breathes.” you mumble, mostly to yourself and only half joking.

The chuckle that comes at your words is deep. His chest rumbles with it. You tilt your head to look up at him. “Did you even bother cleaning these out? Hm?”

Pietro shrugs.

“— E doar o zgârietură, prințesă.” he finally mumbles. You can feel your cheeks burn a little and you can feel ocean colored eyes as they burn into you intently. You finally manage to make yourself look up at him to find him staring at you. “C’mon.” you’re grabbing his hand, guiding him over to a long bench that lines one wall of the studio. Once you have him sitting down, you place his hand in your lap and he watches as you dig around in your gym bag for the bare bones you call a first aid kit that you usually keep on your person. You find an alcohol pad and you grab hold of his hand to pull it back into your lap and he hisses as the alcohol stings the wounds just a little, trying to wrench his hand away.

You gaze up at him patiently. Giving him another pout. “Can you just be still?”

The quiet and slow drawl of your voice has him compliant before he even fully stops to think about it and normally, he’d be a stubborn ass with most other people.

But you’re not most other people. You’re the girl he can’t seem to get off his mind lately and while it’s become something of a problem, an irritant if you will, he’s starting to realize that it’s something that’s also not going away anytime soon.

Because he’s tried fucking everything but so far, nothing’s worked.

And he knows by this point that you’re off limits, Bucky sat him down when he caught him staring at you after accompanying him to the gym earlier in the week. Before you showed up at the compound. Bucky told him in the firmest and most direct way possible that your father would never allow it.

And Pietro doesn’t want to allow it either. What he’ll be doing with the team is going to be dangerous at times. And it’s bad enough that his sister followed him straight into danger once already. The last thing he wants is you being put in harms way.

But he can’t fucking stay away. He can’t get you out of his head and it’s been this way for a while now.

He’s dangerously close to caving, just saying to hell with consequence because he just wants you so much. All to himself. In any way you’ll allow him to have you.

It’s the most he’s wanted anything in his entire life… Except for the period of time when he was hell-bent on revenge for his parents death and the destruction of his life.

You’re humming to yourself as you work the alcohol soaked pad over his knuckles and all he can do is stare at you. You can feel him watching you and when you finish, you look up. “That’ll do.” you mumble as you find yourself drowning in blue sky depths. You manage to tear your eyes off him and you turn to rifle through your bag again, this time producing just enough gauze to wrap the hand. You grab hold of his hand again and he tries to hold it away at first but you give him this little pout.

The pout and the way you tilt your head is going to be his ruin, he just knows it. Wordlessly, with a little scowl, he deposits his hand onto your lap again. Resting his palm flat against your thigh. Your breath catches in your throat for a second and when you finally breathe again, it comes out all shaky.

You wrap the gauze around his knuckles carefully and then you place his hand back into his own lap as you stand.

You’re halfway to the door of the studio when he presses against you from behind.

“— Mulțumesc, pisicuță.” he mumbles in that same velvet gravel husk. You turn to face him and this puts you body to body with him. You shrug. Raise up on your toes to give puffed up platinum hair a little fluff.

“Hm?” you mumble quietly as you stare up at him.

“I said.. Thank you, kitten.” Pietro mutters quietly. When he leans into you a little more, you gulp. You know the smart thing to do is probably to back away but for some reason, there’s a disconnect between your brain and the smart thing to do. Your stomach does a lazy flip when he calls you kitten because there’s this look of sheer hunger in his eyes that you try to convince yourself you’re imagining.

Or you’re trying to do that until he steps closer, leaving no space between your bodies in the open doorway of the dance studio. A bandaged hand raises and catches against the side of your face gingerly sending a hot flush to race through your body. “Again tomorrow?” he questions, a little smirk playing at his lips.

“Y-yeah. I’ve gotta work on my piece for the fall solo with my dance troupe.” you shrug as you say it and you want to kick yourself because somehow, the platinum blond towering over you right now has managed to make you a wet and stammering, rambling mess and he’s barely said or done anything to you in the first place.

He eyes you intently. Like he wants to say something but then just doesn’t. You bite your lip and shuffle your feet against the floor of the studio. “Can you stop fighting everybody who breathes? Please?” you ask the question quietly. With the gentlest teasing laugh. But you’re being serious.

“Perhaps.” he shrugs casually. The way muscles flex with the movement catches your eye and you swallow hard and try not to be hypnotized by the movement. “Maybe if they will stop saying disgusting things.”

“Listen.. That trainee you keep locking horns with is just a perv, alright? I busted his nose at my dad’s New Years Eve thing because he tried to cop a feel.”

For a split second, blue sky eyes cloud over and if you’d been looking down you would’ve seen the exact second his fist clenched at the side of his body. But you didn’t, luckily. And you’re completely clueless as to the fuel you’ve just added to the fire.

You step away and drag a hand through sweat dampened hair. “I’ll uh.. I’ll see you around.” you mumble quietly.

Pietro chuckles, a lopsided grin playing at his mouth. “Tomorrow.”

And you nod as you hurry out of the gym and in your haste to just… get somewhere to breathe and attempt pulling yourself together again, you nearly walk into the damned men’s shower just up the hall.

“Fuck my life.” you palm at your forehead as you hurry and make your way out of the gym and into the crowded street.

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open your eyes - wanda maximoff

a/n: this is reader insert adapted from my book. please read, if you want ofc. blur is an oc adapted from a script btw. this starts at age of ultron, so emo wanda💁🏽‍♀️ p.s., i’m basically moving this fix here, and i know i have like a MILLION wanda fics at once? but young will be periodically updated, and ease into it has one more chapter so yeah, ramble over…

Pairing(s): wanda maximoff x witch!reader, pietro maximoff x mute!oc

“Shit!”

"Language!" Steve yells. "JARVIS, what's the view from upstairs?"

"The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Strucker's technology is well beyond any other Hydra base we've taken."

"Loki's scepter must be here. Strucker couldn't mount this defense without it. At long last." Natasha knocks out some soldiers. "At long last is lasting a little long, boys." Natasha croaks out. "I agree with Natasha." Y/N chuckles.

"Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise." Clint speaks up. He begins looking around curiously. "Blur! What's your six, kid?" Blur quickly zooms in front of him. "You know I'm mute, right?" She signs, making him chuckle.

"I do, but I just like messing with you. Mind taking me to a better vantage point?" Blur holds her arms, urging Clint to let her carry him bridal style. "No." He says.

Blur rolls her eyes. "Suit yourself." She grabs the back of his neck, and speeds off with him. "Wait a second. No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said "language"? " Tony asks.

"I know." Steve throws his bike at some soldiers. "It just slipped out." Steve reaches for his shield off of his back, but when he feels it missing, he frowns over at Blur who's blowing on it and wiping it off. "Blur!?" The girl looks up, humming as she hands it over.

Y/N blocks bullets with force fields, and repurposed the snow into ice glaciers, piercing several soldiers in the process. After several attempts to open the shields, Tony turns back for a second.

"Y/N! I need your help getting this shield down!" Y/N punches the ground, making the soldiers flop around and crash into trees. "Where are you?!"

"Y/LN!" Amalia reaches out for Tony as he flies down, and lifts them up to the HYDRA base to break in. "Sir, the city is taking fire." JARVIS informs. "Well, we know Strucker's not going to worry about civilian casualties. Send in the Iron Legion.".

A blur speeds across the ground, ramming in to Clint. "You didn't see that coming?" the young man zooms off. "Blur! We got company!" before Clint can shoot him with an arrow, he goes down from being shot. "Clint!" Natasha yells.

"We have an enhanced in the field." Steve informs.

"Clint's hit!" Natasha yells into the comms. "Somebody want to deal with that bunker?" The Hulk bursts through, taking care of the bunker.

Blur and the other Blur size one another up. "Ah! Another speedster." He holds his hand out. "Pietro." Blur responds, flipping him off. "Oh! Ok, not a person of many words. hmm?"

"I'm mute."

"What is that? Are you gonna punch me?"

"I can't speak, you asshole."

"Oh! Don't get violent, I'm a lover, not a fighter, ya know?" He chuckles, slowing down as Blur slows time, quickly punching him in the face.

"Stark, we really need to get inside."

"I'm closing in. JARVIS, am I...closing in? Do you see a power source for that shield?" Tony asks his A.I. "There's a pathway below the north tower."

"Great, I wanna poke it with something." Stark blows up the invisible shield on the base. "Drawbridge is down, people." Tony announces. "We goin' in?" They ask, making him nod as he lets them go.

Flying towards the ground, they flex their fingers, bringing a large burst onto the internal force field which breaks a large hole in it. They steadily fly back up into the castle, landing behind Tony as he gives his best superhero landing.

"Seriously?" Tony turns behind him, smirking behind the metal. The two enter the castle, Y/N covering themselves with a shield.

"Guys, stop, we gotta talk about this." He shoots down the soldiers using his suit. "Good talk.".

"No it wasn't." A soldier groans, making Amalia roll her eyes. Tony finds List, and swiftly knocks him out. "Sentry mode." He walks over to the computers. "Okay, JARVIS. You know I want it all. Make sure you copy Hill at HQ."

"I know you're hiding more than files. Hey, J, give me an IR scan of the room, real quick." Tony commands. "The wall to your left...I'm reading steel reinforcement and an air current."

"Please be a secret door, please be a secret door, please be a secret door..." he pushes the wall as it opens. "Yay!" The duo cheer.

"We have a second enhanced. Female. Do not engage." He looks at Strucker. "Guys, I got Strucker."

"Yeah, we got...something bigger."

Inside the secret passageway they find a room with recovered artifacts from New York, including a gigantic Chitauri weapon and some of his Iron Man scrapped armor, he then spots the scepter.

"Wow, that was easy." She spits out. "Thor, I got eyes on the prize." Tony says, but stops, and Amalia looks over at him. "Tony?" They waves their hand in his face, but he doesn't budge.

They can feeling something else in the room. They catch a hand near their face, and the girl beside them is frightened. "Who are you?!" Pietro speeds into the room, and Y/N quickly put his sister into a trance.

"Wanda?!" Y/N reaches out towards him, and a purple glow captures his irises as the two stand stuck. When Tony releases from his own trance, his eyes widen at how easily Y/N caught them. “The enhanced.”

He nods, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can see that.”

"Don’t worry. They'll be compliant."

When they all loaded the quinjet, Amalia brought the two of them to the small room in back with holding cells. Tony and Blur aren't far behind, watching in amazement. "I didn't know you could mind control people." He marvels. "New skill." Blur stares at them, giggling to herself.

"I think one of them is drooling." She points to the guy, making Tony smile at her. "You're too funny for your own good, kid." He pats her shoulder. "I try."

Y/N smiles, turning back to the two. "I don't think anyone else should be here when I wake them up, so..." Tony and Blur nod, leaving the room as Y/N turns back to the twins.

Waving one hand, the spell is taken down and the two shake out of their gaze. Y/N smirks with a chuckle as they frantically look around. She steps towards the glass as Wanda roughly slams on it.

"Oh! Feisty..." Wanda growls at the sight of her smirk. "Let us go." She says lowly, making Y/N scoff. "Or what?" They tap on the glass. "Bulletproof, power dampening force field, I built it myself." They say with a smile.

"This is funny to you?" Pietro asks with disdain. "Kinda. You were so deep in my control, you started drooling." Wanda's jaw clenched as Y/N walked back over to the small table in the middle of the room.

The girl's eyes glowed red as she tried to reach Y/N's mind, failing more than once. "Nice try. Even without this, my walls have walls. You can barely control your powers." Wanda scoffs, sitting down in a corner as her brother leans on the glass.

"You have no idea what I can do."

"I can feel your power, it's unparalleled. You're not even honing half of it correctly."

"When we get out, you will regret everything you are saying." She threatens. "Ohhh, I'm so scared." They smile. They walk out of the room, closing the door behind them.

"Thor, report on the Hulk?" Natasha asks. "The gates of Hell are filled with the screams of his victims." Natasha glares at Thor and Bruce groans in despair. Y/N face turns into one with an exasperated expression. "Thor? Really?"

"Uh, but, not the screams of the dead, of course. No no, uh...wounded screams, mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and, and uh... and gout." Blur motions for him to cut it out.

"Hey Banner, Dr. Cho's on her way in from Seoul, is it okay if she sets up in your lab?" Tony asks. "Uh, yeah, she knows her way around."

"Thanks." He speaks to his AI. "Tell her to prep everything, Barton's gonna need the full treatment.". "Very good sir."

"JARVIS, take the wheel.". "Yes, sir. Approach vector is locked." Tony looks at the scepter. "It feels good, yeah? I mean, you've been after this thing since SHIELD collapsed. Not that I haven't enjoyed our little raiding parties, but..."

"No, but this...this brings it to a close." Thor says. "As soon as we find out what else this has been used for. I don't just mean weapons. Since when is Strucker capable of human enhancement?" Steve asks.

Tony looks to Thor. "Banner, Mal and I will give it the once before it goes back to Asgard. Is that cool with you?" Thor nods his head.

"I mean, just a few days until the farewell party. You're staying right?" Y/N asks. "Yes, yes, of course. A victory should be honored with revels." Thor boasts. "Yeah. Who doesn't love revels. Captain?" Steve looks to Tony. "Hopefully this puts an end to the Chitauri and HYDRA, so. Yes, revels."

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mysterious-ocarina · 2 years

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The Plan (NSFW)

Pietro Maximoff x Female!reader

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"Wow, I look good in it but I don't have an occasion to wear it for," you marveled at how your body looked in a lingerie set Nat and Wanda picked out.

"You know, a certain Sokovian might like it... and I don't mean me," Wanda slyly added. You had started to take it off and get into your regular clothes.

"And you know that I will never tell Pietro that I love him like that. He's my bestfriend, if I told him, I would lose him," you replied. You've liked Pietro for a while but never told him because there was no way he could like you back in that way.

"Come on, Y/N! He is totally in love with you. There is no way that all that flirting is just part of his personality," Nat whined at you.

"Nat is right. I've seen him casually flirt, and this is not it," Wanda smiled. You gave her a look as you paid for all the stuff you bought. "What if we came up with a plan to get my brother to come to you? No harm can come from flirting back."

"Fine! I'll do it if it get you guys off my back. But, I swear, if I make a fool of myself, you both are dead," you frowned at them. In return, they just looked at each other and smirked. You knew those faces, they've already talked about this before, you could tell.

After girls day was over, you retired to your room to prepare yourself for what you have to do. You were supposed to catch Pietro's attention every chance you got. You decided to start with a simple training session to start off your plan. You pulled out a sports bra and your shortest shorts you had. You had a pair that made your ass look perfect. You were supposed to meet Pietro in the gym in 30 minutes, so you decide to get down there a little early to stretch and steel up your nerves.

"You know, for a guy with super speed, you're always late," you smirked at him as walked in. He had on a really tight shirt that you could see his muscles through. This was going to be harder than you thought. "You were supposed to be here 10 minutes ago."

"Well, I'm sorry I kept my prinţesă waiting," he smiled that charming smile at you. You rolled your eyes and got into a fighting stance. He mirrored your movements. You threw a punch that he dodged. He grabbed your wrists and twisted you around so your back was against his chest. You hooked your legs around his, causing him to lose balance and fall to the floor. You were straddling his hips and had his wrists pinned on either side of his head. You bit your lip as you took in the closeness, one movement and your lips would be touching. You ground your hips once, feigning trying to get up. You heard him stifle a groan before both of you finally got up. You smirked to yourself.

"I'm tired Piet, can we go get some food," you smiled back at him. He looked really out of breath despite the short and easy workout, and his pupils were blown. He sighed and nodded. Now was time for part two of the plan. Part one seemed to go as planned.

You both walked across the tower to the kitchen and you decided a nice bag of chips would be good to eat. You picked up your favorite and Pietro just grabbed a coke. You made it to the living room but before you sat down, you got the dvds out.

"Have you ever seen Star Wars, Piet?" you questioned. He looked confused and before he could say anything, you were already setting it up. "It's only the best movies ever, you'll love it, draga mea."

That caught his eye but what really got his attention next, was your body on his lap. You had your head on the arm rest, and your body on his lap. You were still only wearing your work out clothes. You moved around to get comfortable and internally smirked when you heard a groan. You could feel him getting slightly hard.

Throughout the first movie you would move around and made whimpering noises when you weren't comfortable. The noises must have turned him on because he was fully hard by the end of it. Part two went perfect and part three was where you really needed the confidence.

"Hey, Piet, can you come to my room with me? I need your help. Today Wanda, Nat and I went shopping and I want you to help me pick out some outfits," you smiled at him and stood up. You held out your hand for him and he took it.

"Sure, I don't have anything to do the rest of the day, so I was going to hang out with you anyways," he smiled at you. You felt yourself blush and didn't bother covering it up. You walked into your room and had him sit on your bed. You went to the bathroom to change, and gain some much needed confidence. You put on the dress and the lingerie. You applied a little bit of make up just to add that extra sexy touch.

Once you finally talked yourself into doing it, you walked out of the bathroom for Pietro to see you. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. You looked absolutely sexy in the dress and couldn't help but wonder what is underneath it.

"You look absolutely beautiful, prinţesă," he stared at you with awe and you saw him biting his lip. You sauntered over to him until you were in front of him and leaned down. Here goes nothing, you thought.

"What I'm wearing underneath looks better, wanna see?" you whispered into his ear. His breath hitched and you could see the lust in his eyes. He smirked at you before pushing you against the nearest wall.

"Draga mea, don't start something you can't finish," he breathed out. Your hands were pinned above your head and his other hand was on your waist, sliding towards the slit of the dress on your thigh. His lips hovered above yours, teasing you while also asking for permission.

"Trust me, I want to finish," you winked at him and moved to his ear and whispered. "I want to finish many times, Pietro."

"Who said I'll let you, prinţesă? You've been a bad girl today, teasing me. Was that your plan, do you want me to fuck you until you can't walk?" his voiced dropped an octave and he started grinding his hips into you. You basically moaned at his words and actions. All of your dominance was gone by now, and you whimpered at him.

"Please... Pietro, I-I want you to fuck me so bad," You huffed out between breaths. He suddenly stopped grinding and you whimpered at the loss of friction. He just smirked and sat in front of you.

"Against the wall, strip," He didn't need to tell you twice. You pulled the dress off of your body but left the lingerie on for him to see. "Now I want you to finger that pretty little cunt for me, prinţesă. But you're not allowed to cum without my permission tonight."

You slid a hand down your panties, maintaining eye contact and slowly started to circle your clit. You were already dripping and you could feel it dripping down your thighs. You moaned as your fingers went faster. By now, Pietro was only in his boxers. The sight of his hard-on made you moan and you pumped two fingers into your entrance.

You felt like you were going to cum so you stopped moving you fingers. He growled and came over to you.

"Did I tell you to stop," he whispered into your ear.

"I-I can't. I'll come if I keep going," you whimpered.

"Then it looks like you're going to have to hold it," he took off your bra and played with your nipples, sucking and biting.

You started circling your clit again and bucked you hips against your hand. You slowed down to an almost turtles pace when you felt your orgasm building again. Pietro growled and pinned both of your wrists against the wall. He replace your hand with his thigh. Slowly moving it causing you to moan.

"You like riding my thigh? Such a dirty girl. Maybe I won't let you come at all. Ride my thigh, show me how much you want to cum," he moved his thigh higher for you, and you started to ride it. It felt so good, you just wish he'd take your panties off. When you started to slow down again, he removed his thigh and replaced it with his fingers. "Don't forget. No cumming."

He pulled your panties off and threw them who knows where. He got on his knees and moaned at how wet you were for him. He licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, making sure to put extra pressure on your clit. You bucked your hips at the contact, the need to cum came back quickly and you whimpered at how good it felt.

"Such a pretty pussy," he stuck his tongue into your entrance and you moaned. He tasted you and sucked your clit before getting up. He smirked at you, "Where are your toys, prinţesă? I'm going to have my fun with you."

He cuffed you to the bed and pulled out a magic wand vibrator. You whimpered when he turned it on and trialed it down your chest. He leaned over you for a passionate kiss. He pulled back your folds and held the wand securely on your clit. You moaned against his mouth and tried to break free of the cuffs. He wiggled the vibrator against you clit.

"P-please.... Pietro! Please let me cum, I'm begging you," you nearly screamed. The pleasure he was giving you felt too good, you didn't know how much longer you could last.

"Does my prinţesă want to cum? Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asked you. The only response you could muster was a moan. This was satisfactory enough for him so he upped the vibration to the highest setting and pumped two fingers into you, curling them and hitting your g-spot. You were a screaming and moaning mess by the time he said the words you were waiting to hear.

"Cum for me, prinţesă. Cum all over my fingers for me," he whispered onto your lips before kissing you again. You moaned loudly against his lips and cummed all over his fingers. He worked you through your high and started to slow his fingers down.

When you finally came down, he had already turned off the wand and pulled his boxers off. You moaned at the sight, he was huge. He undid the cuffs and crawled on top of you. He pulled you for a kiss as he pushed him self in you.

He gave you a moment to adjust to his size and kissed you as he waited. When you were ready, you pulled his hair and bucked your hips.

He started out slowly, the man who cares about his best friend coming out. He didn't want to hurt you.

"F-faster, Piet! P-please." was all you could get out. He started to thrust harder into you, using his super speed. You were a moaning and screaming mess again and you could feel your orgasm starting to build.

You raked your hands down his back, creating scratch marks and probably drawing blood. The only thing you could do, was moan in time with each of his thrusts. He groaned with every hard thrust and the noise was enough to edge you closer.

He hit that spot deep inside you, and you knew, you were done for. He made sure to hit that spot with each thrust.

"L-let it out, prinţesă. Cum for me again," he whispered into your ear. That was enough for you to hit your high. You clamped around him and you felt his hips stutter. You could tell he was close.

You came down from your high just in time to see his euphoric face as he cummed inside of you. His hips slowed down to a stop as he laid down on top of you. You were both trying to catch your breathes.

You were playing with his hair, when he pulled himself out of you and got up. You frowned when he walked away but smiled when you saw him come out of the bathroom with a washcloth.

He gave you his cute, goofy smile as he cleaned you up. When he was done, he kissed your forehead and kissed your wrists before cuddling up next to you. "Pietro?" you whispered. He hummed to show he was listening.

"I-I love you, like more than a friend, more than a bestfriend. I wanna go on dates and kiss you all the time. I really hope that this wasn't a one time thing but I value our friendship more than anything and I can't lose yo-" you rambled on before he interrupted you with a quick kiss.

"I love you too, prinţesă. And I would love to take you on dates and kiss you all the time," he smiled at you. You sighed before giving him another kiss.

"Thank God, I don't know what I would have done if my plan failed today," you replied. He chuckled before pulling you even closer to him.

"I did not like the teasing, but in the end, I guess it worked out. Maybe next time you tease me, I'll have to punish you by fucking your mouth," he whispered with a smirk on his face. You simply kissed his nose before snuggling into his neck as he play with your hair.

"I can't wait," you whispered back.

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years

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Keeping Distance- Pietro Maximoff x OC

Pietro Maximoff x Alina Cetus

Description: After the events of Age of Ultron, the vision that Wanda forced on Alina haunts her for many nights after the fact. Now, every time she sees either Wanda and/or Pietro Maximoff, the nightmares are all she could see. Because of that, she opted to stay away from them. The problem? Pietro won’t stop trying to talk to her.

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Ever since the battle against Ultron in Sokovia, things had been rather… difficult for Alina. Of course they won and they were able to save many lives, but that came at a cost. Aside from the obvious injuries the Avengers sustained from it, like Alina taking a bullet for Clint and Pietro when the latter wanted to save a lost child, there were a few mental/emotional damages that really messed with her.

The worst part was that they didn’t come from Ultron. No, they came from the one and only Wanda Maximoff. She had been a part of the Avenger’s attack on Ultron and the Maximoff twins in Johannesburg, and as a result, she was also subdued by Wanda’s haunting vision along with the rest of her team. And what she saw shook her to her core.

Alina couldn’t figure out exactly where she was at first. She looked to be in some sort of house from the look of it, in the living room specifically. Upon gauging her surroundings, she noticed several framed photos on the wall. They were of her mother and her in various stages of her young life. There were also pieces of furniture in the room that invoked a sense of nostalgia in Alina, then she frose. Her eyes suddenly widened and she let out a small gasp as the realization hit her: she was in her childhood home. It hit her like a slap to the face, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

The last time she’d been here, it wasn’t a pleasant time. An attack from Hydra had been launched on her house so that they could “recruit” her to their team in order to serve them by enhancing her powers. Thankfully the rest of her family wasn’t home, but Alina and her mother were. Aline fought hard against them, but in the end they still managed to kill her mother when she misstepped. Thankfully they didn’t have time to get to her before Iron Man suddenly appeared and aided her in taking them out, but her mother ended up dying in that house. Alina had left with Tony shortly after that, not being able to stay there any longer. Her mother was the reason she joined the Avengers, she had a reason to fight against Hydra and she wouldn’t stop until the entire operation had been destroyed.

That left her with very little time to return to her family home, which her father still owned to this day. Which is why she was surprised to suddenly be there. Something felt off, though. It was way too quiet, and it put her on edge. It felt like she was suffocating despite the fact that the room wasn’t closed off. All she wanted to do was get out of there, so that’s what she did. Well, at least she tried to.

She whipped around to where she knew the front door was, only to be met with by none other than her mother. Mandy Cetus stood there in all her glory, but rather than see the smile her mother always seemed to have, Alina realized she was scowling at her. The sight made her take a step back in surprise.

“M-Mom?” She asked softly.

“Oh, now you want to remember me?” Mandy questioned bitterly, which confused the girl.

“What?” The older woman’s lips pursed as she began to walk around the girl slowly.

“You didn’t seem to remember me when Hydra attacked. No, if my memory is right, you left me to die in the kitchen,” she said, eerily calm. Alina’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Th-That isn’t true. I told you to find cover,” she attempted to defend herself, but Mandy wasn’t having it.

“You! Left! Me!” She suddenly yelled. “I died because of you. It’s your fault!” She was screaming by the end of her statement. Aline opened her mouth to say something, but froze when she realized that her mother was now sporting several bloodstains to her otherwise gray sweater. They were bullet wounds, she realized. She knew what they were because she memorized where her mother had been shot to death by Hydra. Upon seeing her wounds, Alina’s resolve broke.

“I-I didn’t mean to!” She cried as tears began freely falling down her cheeks.

“You did this to me!” Mandy disregarded her daughter’s cry.

“No!” Sobbed Alina. She began stumbling backwards, wishing even more to get out of the house and away from her mother. Once she got to the doorway of the living room she ran into something - or rather, someone. She whipped around and was met by Tony. The pure relief that rushed through her overwhelmed her and she found herself pulling him into a tight hug. She nearly sighed in relief when he returned the hug, patting her back the way he usually did.

“She’s right you know,” he spoke, which made her brows furrow as she looked up at him. His face was impassive.

“What?” She asked confusedly. It was only then that she realized that she no longer heard screaming. Upon turning around she realized that her mother was no longer in sight.

“You should have been the one to die that day,” Tony clarified, which in turn made her face him once again. “I don’t know why I came to help you that day.”

“You don’t mean that,” Alina muttered, shaking her head.

“Oh, but I do,” the older man retorted. “I should’ve saved your mother instead of you. You weren’t worth saving.”

Alina didn’t remember much after the vision of Tony said that. His last four words echoed in her head. All she could faintly remember was that he had begun attacking her with his hand repulsors. She was forced to dodge them, though it seemed that she just wasn’t able to leave the living room of her family home. There were a few times where she thought about retaliating, but she knew deep down that she just wouldn’t be able to hurt him. She’d still been dodging blasts when she finally woke up from the hallucination.

The vision haunted her for many nights after the fact. Both Mandy and Tony’s words tormented her. Of course she knew that it wasn’t true, even going as far as making sure with the man himself. Now, every time she saw either Wanda and/or Pietro Maximoff, the nightmares were all she could see. It was because of that that she’d opted to stay away from them.

Now if one (or both) of them entered the room she was in, she’d make an excuse to leave. On the rare occasion that she couldn’t do that, she’d simply stay as far away as possible from them. The only other person who knew what happened was Tony, and he was happy to keep her near at all times so she could feel more comfortable.

And she kept to that much better than she thought she would. But, there was a unique problem that arose with this delicate situation: Pietro won’t stop trying to talk to her. No matter how much she tried to avoid him, he always managed to find her. It didn’t help that he felt responsible for her getting shot back in Sokovia. She’d saved his life and now he wanted to repay her.

Sometimes a selfish part of her wished she’d never saved him so he wouldn’t have the excuse to talk to her. But, the bigger selfless part of her knew that she wouldn’t have just sat back and watched him die. So, that meant there was no way to get rid of him unless he finally decided to stop. All Alina could do was desperately hope that that day would come already.

Alina had been in the kitchen of the tower, talking to Bruce while she made herself a drink. She’d been laughing at something her friend said when another person entered the room. Both looked over, and Alina’s smile slowly faded as she realized that it was the older Maximoff twin.

“I’ll see you later Bruce,” she muttered before grabbing her drink and walking out of the kitchen. She brushed past the speedster without sparing him a glance and began heading to her bedroom. She’d been halfway there when she suddenly heard a Sokovian accent call out to her.

“Alina, wait up!” Pietro called. The girl just pretended to ignore him, but that only lasted for a moment before the man suddenly appeared right in front of her. She nearly ran into him if she hadn’t caught herself.

“Jesus, dude,” she huffed, beginning to pass by him. Unfortunately she was stopped by Pietro’s hand shooting out and grabbing her wrist. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was firm enough to stop her.

“What?” She snapped impatiently. The man was used to this by now, so he was unfazed by her hostility.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he muttered.

“Funny, because I didn’t want to talk to you.” Alina shot him a sarcastic smile before attempting to pull away from him. His grip held firm though.

“I’m serious, Alina,” he said.

“So am I,” the girl retorted flatly.

“I just want to repay you for your-“

“Okay, You want to know how to repay me? Leave. Me. Alone,” she exclaimed furiously, finally losing what little patience she had left. The man looked surprised and even a little hurt by her outburst. His grip on her wrist weakened until it fell completely.

“What happened to you? What have me and my sister done to hurt you so much?” He asked, much softer now. Alina clenched her jaw as the memories of Wanda’s hallucination flashed through her mind.

“She made me relive the worst day of my life and made me feel like it was my fault,” she said lowly. “And now every time I look at either one of you all I can see is my mother blaming me for her death.”

Pietro’s eyes widened at her explanation, stunned to silence. Living with the Avengers, he and Wanda got to learn quite a bit about their teammates. Of course since neither of them had really talked to Alina, but they’d learned bits and pieces about her via the other Avengers. All they knew about her past was that her mother was dead, and while it wasn’t really her fault, she believed that it was because of her that Mandy Cetus was targeted in the first place. She’d been learning how to cope and had been in therapy since Tony found her.

Now, Pietro couldn’t even imagine how much his sister’s vision had set all her progress back. He felt absolutely awful, even if it wasn’t his doing. A small sigh left his lips, and he offered her a sympathetic look.

“Alina, I will not make excuses for my sister and myself. When Wanda caused all the Avengers to hallucinate, it was because we believed that we were on the right side at that point. We have since learned from it and are working on making things right. I cannot take the vision from her away from you, but I can at least start making it up to you. Please let me show you that we have changed.”

His sincerity nearly knocked Alina back, having not expected it. She had to admit that he had a special kind of determination that she sort of admired. It was her turn to sigh, and she crossed her arms.

“You’re committed, I’ll give you that,” she muttered, which earned her a small smile in response. “Alright, fine.” The man’s smile widened.

“How about we start with dinner?” He suggested. The girl couldn’t help but smile as well, he had an infectious grin.

“I’d like that.”

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mattmurdocksthighs · 2 months

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MY OCS + THEIR LOVE INTERESTS (MARVEL)

Estelle Allen x Bucky Barnes

Daniel Jordan x Pietro Maximoff

Carter Whittemore x Alex Summers

Oscar Scorsone x Scott Summers

Adelaide Clarke x Riley Martin

Adelaide Clarke x Thor Odinson

Archer Dixon x Steve Rogers

Atë x Maria Hill

Ariadne x Loki Laufeyson

Ariadne x Sam Wilson

Daniel 'Danny' Patterson x Peter Parker

Daniel 'Chase' Patterson x Peter Parker

Daniil Petrov x Peter Parker

Rosemary x Peter Parker

Demeter x Helios

Talia West x Matt Murdock

#original character #marvel oc #bucky barnes x oc #pietro maximoff x oc #canon divergence #david castaneda is my bucky barnes #alex summers x oc #x men oc #loki laufeyson x oc #steve rogers x oc #thor odinson x oc #danny chase and daniil are variants of eachother

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phantom pain || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x reader

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been

warnings: insecurities, none really?? (i think)

word count: 2.9k+ ; angst, comfort

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a/n: this is a rewrite of a bucky fic i wrote 6 years ago but now much longer, better, and for pietro. sorry for grammar/editing mistakes that are prob here but still enjoy

pietro knew you had been hiding something. he had known you for three years and had been dating you for almost two. over the course of the months and weeks spent with the other he had grown accustomed to your silent cues. the silence that would consume you when tony's party carried on too late and you desperately wished to exit or when you performed poorly during training and steve berated you with tips. but mostly the silence that would linger around you when you were alone. not all the time, no, but there were times when pietro could feel and see the physical shift in your body language.

he never wanted to pry not as a friend or a boyfriend. pietro understood that every avenger has a past life, one that the others are unaware of. though he loved playing back the memories of his childhood and his parents, he too would shift into a silent shell of a person and he would want nothing more than to be left alone and not questioned. pietro loved the abilities he had but some days he wondered whether the extreme heat of his body or the slow-moving world around him actually made him sad. life was no longer normal, his body was no longer normal, nothing was normal.

this is exactly how you felt. the tragedies in your life were sometimes unbearable and if you could disappear you would but you had so much to be thankful for. if it wasn't for the accident you wouldn't be an avenger, you wouldn't have the friends you have, you wouldn't experience even half of what you've had now, and you wouldn't have pietro, the love of your life. at the end of the day you were alive and more than often, incredibly happy.

but there were those times you fell into silence over your newfound life, mainly the consequences of the accident. your memory still struggled, you were weak for a very long time, and when the weather got too cold you could feel the ache in your bones. you weren't like the rest of the avengers who possessed special abilities or were highly skilled in combat. three and a half years ago you were a normal person. you had a normal life, job, family, and friends, up until the accident. and every day the phantom pain reminds you of what was taken.

it was winter when you first met all the avengers. they all lived together and after you recovered from the accident, tony wanted you here, to live here. you protested the idea for a while claiming that tony's generosity was far too much. he had already saved you from the accident and offering a space to live and a job was incredulous, but after much debate you agreed. that first day you silently sat in the corner of the room while all the avengers had a meeting. you swayed back and forth in the rolling chair, taking in the information and occasionally stealing glances at a silver-haired man.

"and this is (y/n)!," tony exclaimed, "our newest friend here so please for the love of god be kind during the acclamation period. i'm already prematurely greying and i don't need anymore."

the meeting was over and one by one the avengers came to greet you, offering their names and welcomes and soon the silver-haired man approached you.

pietro stuck his hand out to shake yours. he found it odd that despite the room being almost swelteringly hot from the heater, you still had your gloves on.

"i'm pietro."

it was about three weeks later you found yourself sitting with pietro, clint, steve, and natasha. everyone was sitting on the couch talking about whatever topic you possibly could conjure up. there was a lull in conversation before clint spoke up.

"hey," he said turning towards you, "why do you have gloves on?"

it was as if clint never spoke and without missing a beat you stood up, looking down at pietro, "wanna help me finish building my desk?"

pietro hesitated a moment, eyes flickering over to clint, "of course."

pietro had come to learn not to question why you covered your hands in those first few months. any mention of you hiding them was never met with an answer. he was protective of you and he felt himself falling for you each day, and you the same. the two of you did a lot together, you cooked, clean, went out, watched movies, almost everything together and you loved it. it felt like home here and pietro felt like home.

it was a big dinner, the night you finally took your gloves off. there was no special reason why, to be frank, you just decided to no longer be embarrassed.

"c'mon kid we all got something weird about us. i play in a suit all day, cap runs around in tights, pietro is faster than the speed of light, and parker shoots webs... from his hands!" tony ranted on.

you sighed, "i know. i just feel weird on top of this because i am still new here."

"we all have been new," tony started, inspecting your hands one final time, "no one will judge you, kid, but take it at your own pace. you don't owe anyone nothing. well, maybe except me," he winked.

only two hours later you were all seated at the big table with everyone to eat. from tony, to pietro, to thor, to natasha, to sam, everyone was here. next to you was tony and rhodey, pietro across from you pulling funny faces while the food was served out. you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap trying to stall picking up the fork and knife. everyone had started eating and chatting amongst the group when you finally lifted your arms to the table and started cutting into the chicken.

pietro watched as you shifted in your seat, your forearms coming to rest on the white cloth and your fingers wrapping around the fork and knife. the first time he has ever seen your hands.

your metal hands.

after that night there were murmurs throughout the crew about the state of your hands. people were confused why someone who led a normal life ended up with metal hands, similar to bucky's arm. the word accident had floated through the air but you never commented on it.

winter had turned into spring that ended all too quickly and now it was the dead of summer. the day was slow and pietro was bored and craving movement. his head was hanging over the arm of the couch, his silver hair hung to the floor.

"want to get ice cream?" he asked.

"it's like you read my mind," you grinned swiping your wallet off the counter.

you and pietro wandered around town aimlessly before stopping at the ice cream shop. he admired the way you threw your head back in laughter and the way you covered your mouth when he said something outlandish. even though pietro's body ran warm he could feel the increasing heat spread throughout his cheeks each time you shot him a smile and his name rolled off your lips.

in an instant, he thought he ruined it all when he reached out and wrapped his fingers in yours. he felt your fingers twitching and the way you misstepped.

"i'm sorry," accent thick as he retracted his hand.

you smiled softly at him before gently grabbing his hand, "don't be."

it was that day over a hot fudge sundae that you told pietro what had happened. it was a horrible car accident early in the winter before you met the avengers. there were several cars and buses involved. not only did you lose your hands that day but your family. tony was also in this accident, his car had actually collided with yours, though his vehicle wasn't the one that caused your injuries. he had rushed to help you and immediately took on a parental role when he observed the condition of everyone else in the car. you were bruised and bloody with several fractured bones, but mainly, every bone in both your hands were shattered beyond repair. tony took you to his doctors where you all came to the difficult decision that your hands had to go, but tony offered you a solution. to replace the once skin and bones with metal.

pietro listened the entire time letting you go on and on to which you apologized for being boring. 'no dragă' he would whisper and you continued on with his thumb running over your knuckles. the gesture comforted you but the voice in the back of your head nagged that it was out of pity.

the months began to fly past faster than you could imagine. you and pietro were inseparable. anytime the members walked past the two of you they'd fake gag or pretend to cry. once wanda had muttered under her breath how she never thought pietro would actually date someone. you would only get shy over it and pietro found it amusing and would pinch at your cheeks. it was only when the two of you officially started dating when pietro would notice the different type of silence you'd fall into.

he would sometimes catch you sitting on the edge of your bed staring at your hands the features on your face contorted with disgust.

"what is the matter?" he questioned.

"oh nothing," you sighed with a fake smile, placing your hands beside you.

or the times pietro noticed the way you hesitated before touching him.

"am i that scary dragă?" pietro joked with a sickly smile.

your features would soften and the lines between your brows disappeared, "the most terrifying," you winked.

or the times pietro saw the way you gazed at other people's hands when they came into contact with pietro.

"doesn't his hair look good like this?" wanda asked you as she finished braiding her brother's hair. the two of them looking at you in the mirror.

you didn't respond right away. you were too distracted watching the way her fingers weaved their way through his silver hair and grazed his scalp while pulling hair into its pattern. with the most pitiful smile, you responded.

"amazing."

pietro knew that eventually, you would confide in him over the way you viewed your hands. he didn't want to overstep, that wasn't the relationship the two of you had. the late nights pietro spent shaking under the blankets from nightmares, you never asked him. you held him close to you and hummed a small tune to calm him down and you did that every night without fail. one day over breakfast he finally confided in you over the terrors that haunted his dreams.

what pietro didn't expect was that today on your second anniversary was the day you would finally scream your frustrations out. the two of you weren't doing anything special and nor did you want to. all the avengers insisted you at least leave home and do something for a little while. that's why you found yourselves lazily walking around a park, hand-in-hand, arms swinging and shoulders bumping. the sound of laughter echoed through the park and you swore the leaves shook. you were happy, beyond happy. pietro and you were madly in love and there wasn't one thing you could wish for, maybe.

suddenly the wind picked up and the dark clouds rolled above and unleashed raindrops that were nearly the size of baseballs.

"oh my god!" you squealed.

"it is so cold!" pietro laughed loudly.

you were squinting through the pouring rain, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin, pietro was dancing around in a circle with his tongue out in hopes of catching the water. pietro grabbed onto your forearms pulling you into him.

"you look so cute right now," he yelled over the thunderous rain.

"don't be silly! i look like a mess!" you giggled slightly swatting at his chest.

pietro leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his smile growing wider as if his mouth was a plant and the rain was helping it grow. his fingers brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you once more on the forehead.

"there's so many droplets on your lashes!" you exclaimed. pietro watched your lips pull into a smile. the sun wasn't out but he could've been fooled by the way your eyes shined at him. he watched as you lifted your hand to brush the droplets off, and then suddenly, it all changed.

pietro watched as your smile dropped into parted lips of disgust and shame, your eyebrows pulled together in the middle, and rain was no longer the only thing running down your face. you faltered in your step backward and pietro reached out to steady you but you pulled back further. it was like you were a toy and your batteries had just run out you were so still.

"b-baby what is wrong?" the worried etched onto his face was almost painful.

"i'm jealous," you cried, your bottom lip shaking violently.

pietro shook his head, "my love what is going on? you are worrying me."

you lifted your hands in front of your face, your eyes trailed down every finger and across your palm to the back of your hand. the small metal panels almost mocking you as you could see your eyes reflect back at you. at this moment pietro started to piece together all the instances in the past.

"i can't feel you," you wallowed, "i can't feel your skin, pietro. my hands!" he watched as you stretched your arms out to show him your hands as if he'd never seen them before.

"i'm envious of everything that can feel you! the rain, your clothes, everyone else, but not me, i can't! do you know how badly i want to feel the texture of your hair or the tears you cry or-or the skin on your lips and i can't! i crave the feeling of you and i'll never get to know that. i want to feel the plastic of a pen or grass between my fingers or the calluses of training too hard and i'll never get that again. the phantom pain i have will never be as painful as never being able to hold you with my real hands."

as your cries grew louder the storm cleared up to let you have the stage. you stood in front of pietro as the shell of the person he would see those times you were alone silently observing your hands. even though he wasn't the one yelling, he felt as if his own vocal chords were being shredded, he could feel the chambers in his heart slowly start to shut down one by one, and the burn in his eyes was almost blinding.

he slowly stepped towards you cautious not to make you jerk backwards again. the tears in each of your eyes seemed to sync up and roll down together. pietro gently grabbed your hand, grateful that you let him, and held it to his cheek.

"this, my love, this is me. this is the me that only you will know and no one else. it is not the same as everyone else but different much like us," he said gently, his other hand gesturing between your bodies, "if i could do anything in the world, no matter the cost, to help with your hands i would and i am so sorry i cannot," pietro was now holding your face in his hands.

"but i want you to know i love you for everything that you are and i always will. no matter what the future has in store for us, in my heart, you will always be first. and- and i know there are other reasons why you dislike your hands but i never want to be the reason that you dislike something about yourself. maybe i can talk to mr. stark, yeah?" he pondered nodding his head rapidly, "maybe we can figure something out and give your hands an upgrade. maybe he knows someone?"

you sniffled, looking lovingly at pietro who was trying to think of any possibility even though you both had discussed in the past that there was nothing that could be done for your hands. that day tony saved you was the best opportunity you could get to help your hands and nothing in the world could beat it.

"i love you so much pietro, you are everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and more," you spoke, resting your face further into his hands.

pietro ran his hands across your shoulders and down your arms to hold onto your wrists. he brought your hand up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to your fingertips until all ten were loved. pietro pulled you into a hug, one palm resting flat against your spine and the other holding the back of your head. you leaned into his chest and let your ear listen to the thump of his heart. the two of you stood there motionless. minutes passed by and neither of you dared to move. to an unobservant eye, you two could've passed as a statue. two lovers forever memorialized in the dusk of the sky, the rain puddles collecting at your feet, and a love story forever admired over.

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wakanda-nonsense-is-this · 2 years

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Ghost of Us — Chapter 3

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

Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: Ghosts, mention of the smell of bodies in decomposition

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Listen up folks,“ Steve announced seriously, after many hours of uncomfortable silence and glances in the jet. He stood in between Clint and Tony in the cabin and gazed at us at the back. His eyes lingered on me at the back away from everyone for a second, his eyes shone with pity and guilt, I tightened my fists in response. “We’ll be landing in 15 minutes. You know the drill, we get in, get the information, and then out. Is that clear?“ His stern gaze told everyone not to mess it up.

“Good. Clint, you wait here with Banner in case of any emergency. Sam, Tony, you’ll be our eyes in the sky.“ There was a pause right there that made me look at him in wariness and the look in his eyes made my stomach sink. No.

“Pietro, Y/n, you’re together.” Everyone gasped and the air filled with tension. I refused to acknowledge his presence and kept looking forward as his gaze burned the side of my face.

“What about me?“ Wanda protested, her eyes dancing between mine and Steve’s faces. Mine must have shown mortification but his only determination.

“You’re coming with Bucky and me, we need you in case anything is blocking our way.“ Steve explained, his voice apologetic.

“But...“

“But nothing.“ His voice was stern, authority laced his words. They stared at each other, a will battle happening between them. Huh. He must have won as Wanda averted her eyes and huffed under her breath.

That was our cue to prepare everything we would need for the mission. I strapped the vest tighter, struggling a bit. After all, when I accompanied Strange or Wong to missions I would wear more of a magical kind of protection. I double-checked my boots and made sure the enchanted daggers that Strange gave me when I started training were at my side. I flipped them in my hands and hid them in my black suit. If we were to encounter any danger these would take care of it.

The jet was abnormally silent. One could slice the tension with a knife. I raised my head and caught Wanda analyzing my movements. I raised an eyebrow in question. What the heck was her problem with me? She sighed with a pained look on her face and approached me. Pietro watched our interaction with a frown.

“If something happens to my brother because of you I swear on my life I’ll destroy you.“ Wanda growled, bitterness taking hold of her words as she glared at me. I blankly stared at her and cleared my mind from all thoughts, just like Strange taught me in case I ever encountered someone like her again.

She scrunched her eyebrows in concentration, and by the looks of it, she was trying to get inside my head but failed to see anything important. I smiled tightly, thankful for Wong’s constant nagging on meditation. That didn’t mean she couldn’t read my thoughts, it just meant she would only see what I wanted her to. But as Wong explained, there will be times when she’ll be able to infiltrate my head if my mind is weak. Like the day before.

The plane landed and not wanting to hear anything else from her I walked past her. She wasn’t worth it.

“Scared little Y/n, always running away.“

Wong was always on and on about being the bigger person. He said that’s the way to a healthy and stressless life. But Wong’s not here now.

I loosened a little bit of the control I had over the death and fed them enough power to make them tangible but not visible. Spirits have their own will and can’t be controlled but necromancers have such a tight relationship with them that some tend to follow orders when offered something in exchange. They approached her and I saw the moment Wanda realize we were not alone. As a telepath, she’s more perceptive of death but can’t quite feel it. She may not be a necromancer, but she’s still a witch. I heard her gasp and saw her eyes turn red. She should know by now her powers were useless against them. There was no running from them.

“If you ever threaten me again,” I whisper in her ear, “we’ll destroy you.“ I smiled sweetly, knowing Stephen would’ve high-fived me if he had been there. I got off the jet and made my way to the group. The sense of victory lasted around 2.3 seconds because Tony was approaching me, an unreadable expression on his face. He stopped a meter away from me.

“We need to talk,“ Tony demanded, his face hard as marble. I opened my mouth to argue we had nothing to talk about. And maybe send him to hell while I was at it, but the sudden tickling feeling at the base of my neck and the out-of-nowhere appearance of an arm resting on my shoulders shut me up.

“You ready for the best night of your life partner?“ His messy and overgrown hair tickled my cheek, making me lose any perspective of reality and leaving me speechless. I was completely aware of every part of our bodies touching. It felt familiar. Odd, considering that the only time we’ve ever been this close, I was partly dead and mostly unconscious.

His hand tightening his hold on my shoulder brought me back from stupid land and made me aware of the expectant look on his face. I threw him a bewildered look, confused at his actions, but unable to separate myself from him. A closed small smile formed on his lips as our eyes met. His warmth made me feel at ease. I wouldn't be surprised if I started purring. Instant horror filled me at the thought. I was pathetic.

He grinned as he could read my thoughts and winked.

Oh.

He was giving me a way out of the heart-to-heart convo daddy wanted to have. I winced at the mere thought. Resigned, I looped my arm around his waist and held him too. Surprising him by how his body tensed and then softened under my hands. The action brought me more pain than relief. It shouldn’t be like this.

“Yep, let’s go.“ I smiled tightly looking up at him, but he just stared me in the eyes. I heard his breath hitch and felt his chest tremble once. Suddenly, the burning sensation on my ribs made its appearance. For focusing on the cause of the ache at my side I completely overlooked the quiet groan of pain Pietro let out.

“Y/n-“, Tony started but was interrupted by an annoyed-looking Sam. “Let’s go, Tony. We don’t have all day.“ He cursed under his breath and stared at me regretfully, “We’ll talk later” and with a last look, he made his way to the whining falcon. I released a breath in relief and stepped away from the not-so-dead guy beside me. The pain disappeared instantaneously. Convincing myself it was just a coincidence I walked to Steve, who was distributing the earpieces and took one.

“Be careful, kid.“ His baby blue eyes made it impossible to be rude to him. I tried to smile and assure him I would be, but the red aura surrounding the base told me otherwise.

***

“Y/n, anything on your side?“ Steve’s voice came through the earpiece. I felt Pietro’s eyes on me once again.

“Negative.“

It’s been around 30 minutes since we parted from the team and we were yet to find anything useful. The base being enormous and falling apart didn’t help us go faster either. Every turn we made or every room we entered was either destroyed or blocked by debris. I was getting annoyed, and Pietro’s useless presence and his obvious staring were not helping. We made another turn but we were again stopped by a destroyed wall. I groaned and hit my forehead on the wall in frustration.

“This is useless. We’re not going anywhere.“ I grumbled kicking the wall. Defeat weighing on my shoulders.

“No shit, Sherlock.“ Pietro’s useful input made my blood boil. He may not see the aura but I could. Every corner, every single piece of debris was painted red. Just once have I ever seen anything like this and Strange and I almost died. I faced him ready to hit that beautiful smile off his face but the distant sound of footsteps halt me in my steps.

“Did you hear that?“ I whispered lowly, praying I had imagined it. I knew we had to find spirits to complete the mission. That didn’t mean I wanted to.

“Hear what?“ Pietro’s eyes searched mine for answers and whatever he found made him go pale. A shiver ran down my spine and I gulped. They were here.

I ignored him and silently started walking in the direction of the echo. At this distance, all I got from the spirits was that he was alone. That was the tricky part of red auras.

“You’re scared,” Pietro stated knitting his eyebrows, “why are you scared?“

“I’m not scared.“ I lied blatantly. I was pooping my pants, I would be stupid if I wasn’t afraid after the last time. But he didn’t need to know that.

“You’re tapping your fingers against your thigh.“ He said matter of factly as if it was common sense. How did he know that? I stopped doing it immediately.

“What?“

“You always used to d-“ He stopped himself before he could finish, leaving me shocked. He frowned and looked even more lost than me. My eyes widened and against my will, they filled with tears that I refused to let go. I felt the air being knocked out of my lungs as if I had been kicked in the gut. I knew he didn’t remember me, so why did he keep doing that? It was cruel.

“I- I don’t know why I said that.“ He stammered running a hand through his hair. I sought his eyes but he wouldn’t meet my gaze. I stared at him, praying he would look back at me in the darkness of the place and would recognize me. It didn’t happen. My mouth opened against my will but the same sound of footsteps stopped me. Right, the mission. I straightened up as much as I could and cleared my throat. The sooner we finish, the faster I’ll be home; all this will be just a memory.

“This way.“ I cleaned my voice of any emotion and walked ahead of him towards the creepy noises. He stood frozen but moments later he walked beside me. Silence embraced us. I hated it, but I grew to accept it. We were no longer right for each other, and nothing I did was going to change it.

We entered a new sector of the building. I gagged at the rotten smell of... dead. I covered my nose and breathed through my mouth. If the smell wasn’t enough of a hint then was the aura that grew more visible around every surface. I gulped. The dim light of our lanterns didn’t do much but gave us just enough clarity to distinguish our surroundings. The walls around us were moldy and partially destroyed. It was so dark even with lanterns I could barely see anything beyond my hands. The sound of our footsteps echoed in the walls around us giving the place a creepier vibe.

“Keep your eyes open, we’re close.“ I warned in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the dead. There was a second of silence.

“Can you really see them? Ghosts.“ Pietro clarified, I could barely see him but I just knew his eyes had rounded in curiosity. It used to be the cutest view back in the asylum. He somehow misunderstood my silence for an invitation to keep talking. “I’ve heard some things from the others but...“ He left his sentence unfinished but I knew what he meant. ...nobody really knows what I can do.

I hesitated for a second and consider not answering but something pushed me to do it.

“Yes, I can see them.“ He kept quiet out of surprise that I actually answered or fear about what I can do. I hoped it wasn’t the last one. I played with my fingers in anticipation.

“There’s no way you can get any cooler right now.“ He gushed, awe evident in his voice. I whipped my head in his direction. I could see the outline of his face and noticed his childish grin. A surprised laugh left my lips and couldn’t help the feeling of warmth in my chest or the tiny tears of laughter that appeared.

“You’re so weird.“ I said cleaning my tears with a smile on my face. He turned his head in my direction and smiled sweetly at me. His eyes softened, recreating the exact image of the Pietro I knew.

A ray of light blinded us out of nowhere. We shielded our eyes but as fast as it came, it left. We looked at each other and without a word being exchanged we ran after it. We reached the end of the aisle and turned left, at the distance, we could see the light turning right and disappearing into another corridor. At this pace, we were going to lose it. Pietro must have thought the same because one second we were standing on an empty aisle and the other, he was standing outside of a door carrying me bride style. With my arms around his neck, we stared at the light coming from the bottom of the door. With slow movements, Pietro put me down carefully. Giving him one last look I turned the knob and light flooded the dark corridor.

Together we entered the new room. The walls were bare but unlike the whole building, there was no sign of ruin. In the middle of the room was a box. But it wasn’t the box itself that caught my attention rather the name written in bold letters on the side of it. Not Y/n Stark, but Y/n Khalida. My necromancer’s name. I was petrified. I could feel my blood pounding in my ears, and sweat running down my back. This wasn’t right. There’s something wrong.

“We gotta go.“ I ordered, taking Pietro’s hand and running to the door but at that exact moment, it closed on our faces. I ran to it and tried to turn the knob but it wouldn’t move. I hit it once, twice but it didn’t even vibrate. The room turned completely red. And then I felt it. We were no longer alone. And when I turned around the spirit wasn’t the only one waiting for us.

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wandamaximoffthescarlettwitch · 7 days

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You break the rules and become a hero, I do it and I become the enemy. That doesn't seem fair.

#Wanda #wanda maximoff #marvel #the scarlet witch #mommy wanda #elizabeth olsen #wanda marvel #pietro maximoff #wanda maxmoff x y/n #x reader #aaron taylor johnson #x oc #ralph bohner #even peters #mommy Elizabeth Olsen

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jackiequick · 4 months

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Hero or Villain?…Anti-Hero OC

Katherine Lang

“I’m sorry, do we have a problem? No? Good. Get out! Cause i will dig up every track you buried til it kills me.”

Full Name: Katherine ‘Katrina’ Lang

Nicknames: Katrina, Kat, Ms. Lang, T

Age: 16-28 years old

Height: 5’4

Occupation: Agent of Red Room, Strikers , SHIELD/HYDRA—whatever the job payment is.

Skills: Technical basic training, disguises, getaway driver, panel controls as in she will order her men to strike you down, research and response center. She is usually being of assistance when needed. She’s also good with guns.

“When everyone knows your tragedy, they treat you differently. Like you’re gonna break or fight them, right? Even if they might be trying to help, all they do is remind you of the most painful moment of your life.”

Ethnicity: Her father is of Dutch descent. Her mother is of Chinese descent. But she grew up in different places across the USA.

Relationship Status: Single.

Titles: The Lady In Red, Stiletto, The Innocent

Personality: Snarky, quiet, slightly charming, daring, a little cold hearted and utterly willing to do what she believes is worth her benefits. As well as time. Growing to be obsessive and emotional, especially with a passion for getting stuff done. Even if it meant ordering a kill or two.

~~~

-> Backstory

-> Katrina grew up in and out of foster homes. Had at least less than dozens of families take her under their wing, even her aunt as well after her parents died tragically by an explosion in the middle of a highway. She will never know who or how it happened, and honestly, she didn’t care too much to find out.

Especially when a lot of people knew of that unknown tragedy to her lifetime, almost a poster girl for the unexpected moments.

Due to her natural beauty and use of clothing, she appeared to make sure she was as gentle as a flower. Having a guys and even girls wrapped around her finger in early high school years. Ending up as one of the cheerleaders for extra credits, because that’s what she believed her parents and aunt wanted her to be.

However it wasn’t exactly what she desired to be doing. Wanting to fight for what she believes is worthy, see the world development underneath her fingertips, and get a glimpse of the jobs done. Understand it.

Across her 16th year of life, being in the care of foster parents, she was given the odd opportunity to go to Paris. While she was there she visited the Kawatche cave walls, getting a feeling like she meant to be at that old building. As the symbols called her names like a witching tone into her grasp, she felt someone tap her shoulder sliding a envelope under her armpit as they did.

“What do you want?” She asked, not looking at the person, just staring at the walls.

“I heard your little small story.” Said the voice, female, sounding almost crisp and whispery.

“What of it?”

“Public tragedy of dead parents. Foster homes. Good grades. Deeming track record in social life.”

“I was a cheerleader. A preppy gray example of the good girl.”

“That’s what the others want to believe, my dear. Secretly you’ve been knocking back the doors and stealing a few items, getting caught in the mist of a scandal between an old friend who tried to kill you?”

“..she was uh, controlled by some smoke in the school halls. So was i..i took the axe and destroyed walls. But she didn’t kill me.”

“But you almost did. She tried to do the same. Both did some serious damage to the school. Why?”

“..everyone wants something they can’t have. Money, looks, love, be understood..hell, even friendship. Just some controls over something. I guess she was jealous. I wiped the footage clean from security cameras afterwards..It was the past, why come now?”

“Open it.”

She opened it. Spy. The envelope said a few more things but that’s the word which caught her name. Striking expression appeared on her face, as she looked over her shoulder at the women for the first time. She was brunette, tall, lean brown eyes and dressed in gray coat with a black dress underneath. She was stunning with a small lined smile, nodding.

“Spy..agent?” She asked the women.

“Whichever one suits you. We are always willing to take in strays from the litter, my dear.” She replied with a shrug.

“I an not a stray!”

“Suit yourself. I’m just giving you an opportunity to workout your future. You’ll be good at it, i hope.”

Katherine knew that she wasn’t exactly seen right away in people’s eyes. Her past was always a little foggy and she was young, what does she have left to lose? Be the poster girl or something else?

———

Of course she choose the latter. Arriving underground side in Paris, finding the women and agreed to take a peek of the wider view of the world.

-> Over the years, she trained in basic gymnastics and kickboxing aside from the ones she knew already. She was around technical groups, diving in and using her tricks, gently roll of the touch voice, to convey the attention of others. Meeting a few short coming men and women, some even became friends. However, Katrina was never assigned to be strictly Red Room or Hydra material per say, which lead her to flexible with her schedule for trips.

Which also meant, she would go undercover as older allies, wig and custom made costumes with weapons in hand, in teams of two, to take down what threat that needed to be taken care of. Leaving her mark in black heels and a red pressed kiss on a notecard. Coming across SHIELD agents, the rich & famous such as The Starks and Feltons, and other unofficial agents who were neither bad or good.

Katrina never considered herself neither bad or good either, sometimes mad her wonder if she was in the wrong business.

She had undergone preparations and briefing for targets to be taken out. Keeping an eye on her fellow men and women on the field, calling the shots to be taken in their earpieces. Sometimes she doesn’t listen to her own voice in her head, roundhouse kicking or ordering herself to take another step furthermore.

-> Remember in Winter Solider when Natasha showed Steve her scar that was from The Solider who injured her, yes Barnes took the shot to kill the scientist, but Katrina and the others at the control panel were the ones to tell Barnes to do it.

She didn’t want to injure the ex-widow, but one look from her higher ranked member told her to message the order to do as he must.

Get the job done, even if it hurt or annoyed her to do so.

~~~

Recruitment had to be an intriguing part for her. Even though she tends to discuss the situation or disapprove of the recruiting process for others, she would look at her fellow students of the job, for their opinions.

They would just tell her to get the job done and everyone can go out for drinks later. She was actually apart of the group who recruited who willing suggests who said they have nothing else to lose, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, believing that the job would be worthy of their time.

Seeing the world develop underneath their fingernails and try to understand what can be done.

Those same sentiments struck a tone with her, since they were similar to what she thought was right. In result, she felt somewhat empathetic towards the twins.

She understood them and their willingness to take on challenges, just none of them were taught in the correct manner to do so. Which made it a challenge.

Hell, she found the one with the platinum blonde and brunette roots pretty good looking . It didn’t help that he always flirted with her every chance he got, trying to sweep Katrina off her feet with every interaction. Thankfully she never fell for his charms. But she did blush.

The natural brunette beauty, she was a somewhat kind hearted but odd one like her, always tinkering and wondering around the halls. She sometimes found Katrina in the hallways or computer room of the building, if she was around, to talk. She always found herself holding her hand for comfort on both sides of the coin.

———

Katrina has taken jobs at few organizations, whoever was willing to give her a chance with a good payment. Being honest, she wasn’t always to please with every task she was given to do. A lot of time it the upmost basic stunts like being stealth to grab intel from a community of rich folks, digging up information that was buried in a system and or taking down unwanted eyes for a certain job.

Hell, she has worked for plenty of men and women across the country who have wanted to have her as assistance on a experimental project, even if it pushed her limits or pay rate. Having worked for company’s like Palmer, The Luther Family, HIVE and others over the years.

She didn’t always take the shot though, believing that there was another way to finish things. Or sometimes she faked the person undoing, knowing the boss wouldn’t ask for much, just evidence of some kind.

She sometimes, if the job called for it, saved herself and a few people in the possibilities of something rather lighter to happen in the future. People would call her a vigilante for the work she does, but not exactly a heroic act. But she tried.

~~~

Her looks were a dead giveaway that she’s wasn’t somewhat truly horrible, she had a light side and a dark side to her.

Everyone did.

But Katherine was like any other person in this lifetime, she wants to know what she can and cannot do. Not wanting to get hurt or feel hurt, even though pain is part of life.

She wants to see if she can push her limits and test out the results around her, even if it meant accidentally making the wrong choices or siding the anti-heroic path.

Sometimes it felt good to be a little cocky and act as bad as you can get. Other times it really doesn’t.

But at the end of the day, she makes the decision to take the gold or leave whatever her past is in the dust.

~~~~

-> But the real question, who will find her? Will be taken back to light side and rest in the work she has done? Who will she meet?

That’s what I got, I might edit and add more to her story later on. What did you think?

Also did I use quotes from the actress’s character in the series? Maybe haha.

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