Panicky (Pietro x Reader)
“Thanks for taking me out tonight, this was so unexpected!” You smile, excited that your boyfriend had finally decided to take you out to the new bistro house that you’d been dying to try.
“Yeah I figured it’d be a nice place to talk…” He trailed, pushing around his food with his fork.
“Talk about what?” You questioned, a nervous smile playing at your lips.
“…how’s the whole SHIELD/Avengers thing going?” He asks with a subtle eye roll.
“Great to be honest, I mean this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me & my powers, I might even get to join the avengers if the training goes well!” You beam, you were so excited about the things you had experienced in the last two months that you didn’t notice the distance and discomfort coming from the man you once loved.
“So you’re really gonna do this then?” He asked curtly.
“Why are you being so defensive? I told you I really wanted to be a part of this and it seems like you aren’t happy for me at all.” You replied.
“I guess I thought it wasn’t gonna last…” He shrugged, raising his glass to drink. The words stung coming out of his mouth. You thought he understood what this opportunity meant to you. You’d spent your whole life hiding your abilities and to finally be able to use them and feel comfortable in who you were was such a big step, how could he not understand?
“What do you mean?!” You asked bitterly.
“I figured they’d fix your powers and then we could be normal, how else would we stay together? I can’t be with a super hero chick!” He spat.
“Seriously?! ‘Normal’?! Am I some kind of freak?! How can you be so inconsiderate? You know how hard I’ve worked for this, how much it means to me!” You yelled.
“Keep it down, we’re in public! I wanted to try to do this nicely..” He said.
“So you’re breaking up with me? Fine, fuck you! I’m out of here!” You stood from the table, pushing in your chair harshly knocking over the glass of wine you had been sipping.
You walked out of the restaurant and immediately started to cry. Making your way down the New York City streets you notice a club with a sign that says ladies night $5 cocktails. Wiping your eyes you sniffle one last time before entering, figuring a few drinks will numb the pain.
“1 flaming dr pepper please.” You say as you approach the bartender. She gladly takes your money and presents you with the cocktail. You sip it before sending out a group text to the ladies of Avengers Tower.
“I’m at this place called The Tiki Lounge, Chad dumped me & it’s ladies night here, GIRLS NIGHT ASSEMBLE!” You send it to Darcy, Wanda & Natasha hoping they’ll meet you and cheer you up. The girls agree and within a half hour the four of you are laughing away in a booth, drinks in hand.
“So he dumped you for being an Avenger?!” Darcy exclaimed.
“He said, and I quote 'I can’t be with some super hero chick!’” You mocked him bitterly, downing the rest of your drink.
“Screw that guy, I’ve got half a mind to find him & open a can of super hero chick whoop ass!” Natasha glared.
“I’m glad it’s over, I’m better off without him.” You sighed.
“Cheers to that!” Wanda smiles.
You grab another drink and head out on the dance floor with the girls, turning the club into your own personal party. The four of you popped bottles and got completely wild, dancing on tables and doing body shots. In the whirlwind of booze you soon forget about your ex, thinking more about the next chapter of your life as an avenger.
“I love you ladies, I’m so happy to have you.” You grin as you slide your arms around Natasha and Wanda’s shoulders.
“Group hug! Get in here Darce!” You shout. The four of you hug as you drunkenly sway to the music.
“Maybe we should head home, I’m so drunk I can hear everyone in the bars thoughts at once.” Wanda laughs. The four of you head out of the club, Wanda pulls her phone out to call a ride as you start babbling all of your thoughts.
“You know, I was feeling bad right? Cuz in training I see Pietro and I’m like 'Daaaaaaaaamn’ cuz he’s like hot as fuck. But I was feeling bad for thinking like that cuz of Chad but now he’s gone, I think I’ll follow that old saying 'get over him by getting under someone else’ cuz you know I’m tryna get under that speedy sokovian!!!” You laugh hysterically as you hug Darcy.
“(Y/n) & Speedy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” She chants as the two of you spin in a circle. Meanwhile Wanda has Pietro on speaker phone & he’s heard this whole thing.
“Was that (y/n)?!” He wonders, voice laced with shock.
“Yes, brother- drunken mind speaks sober heart. I tell you all the time I am right but you never listen. I’m literally a mind reader! Anyway, please pick us up, we’re at The Tiki Lounge on 22nd street.” Wanda says. “I heard you (y/n)! He likes you you know?” Wanda raises a brow as she turns to you.
“Nuh uh! He’s flirty with everyone!” You state.
“But he only means it for you, I read his mind and its hearts with your name in it.” She giggles making a red heart silhouette appear before you. You chit chat for a little longer, Wanda’s revelation swirling around your mind along with the alcohol in your system. Suddenly every passing glance and inside joke between you and Pietro seems to mean more. Soon enough Pietro pulls up in the suv.
“Hello ladies, I see girls night has treated you well.” He smiles and opens the door. Darcy and Natasha climb into the back seat first, Wanda lightly pushes you toward the front passenger door, you miss and fall into Pietro’s chest.
“Shot gun!” You giggle. He laughs and spins you around, opening the front passenger door before helping you into the seat.
“Thank you speedy.” You smirk, staring up at him. He reaches across you, buckling the seatbelt.
“It is my pleasure.” He winks as the seatbelt clicks into place.
Soon you’re on the road, driving past various fast food places.
“You know what would be awesome right now?!” Darcy muses.
“McDonald’s! Can we stop pleeeeeeease?!!” Wanda finishes Darcy’s sentence.
“Fine.” Pietro huffs as he turns into the drive thru. Wanda and Darcy high five in celebration.
“Welcome to McDonald’s, go ahead with your order whenever you’re ready.” The cashier says through the speaker.
“Ooh can I have a large fry? And a coca cola!” You say. Pietro repeats your order to the cashier, going down the line he relays all of the girls orders before pulling around to pay. He hands you your drink then passes the bags back to the girls.
“Here’s your fries (y/n).” Nat says as she passes you the red box of salty potato sticks. You stuck a few in your mouth, savoring the salty goodness.
“Wanna fry?” You asked, dangling one near Pietro’s lips. He responds by taking the fry into his mouth.
“Thanks frumoasă.” He replied.
“Frumumuh what does that mean?” You ask, stuffing another fry in your mouth.
“He thinks you’re beautiful.” Wanda laughs.
“Your welcome handsome.” You giggle, patting his thigh. The rest of the ride is mostly silent, save for the sounds of burger chewing & soda slurping. Pietro side eyes you throughout the ride, glancing as you drunkenly day dream. In your head you were contemplating your situation. Even though you’d had a great night out with the girls & were spouting brave words of being over it you still couldn’t help feeling sad about the break up. The thought of being alone made you want to cry, so you closed your eyes hoping to stop the tears from flowing.
Pulling into the car park underneath the tower Pietro stopped the SUV. The girls stumbled out, heels in their hands as they started to head to the elevator. Pietro sighed as he saw the wreckage of McDonald’s bags and cups strewn across the backseat, he got out to pick up all the garbage. It was then you noticed you were crying, eyes misting like a lawn sprinkler.
“Are you coming (y/n)?” Natasha called, looking back at you.
“Too tired to move.” You lied, tugging your knees up in the seat.
“Pietro make sure she gets in ok, please?” Natasha said.
“Of course I will.” He half smiled.
After taking the trash to the bin he comes back to the passenger side door, looking through the window he sees your shoulders rocking with your sobs.
“What is the matter?” He asks, opening the door. You turn to him, eyes glazed over as little black tear tracks stain your cheeks.
“He never believed in me. He thought SHIELD would fix me and make me normal.” You spoke the realization, your ex never truly loved you, he never really accepted who you were. Pietro frowned, his heart broke seeing you like this. He scooped you up in his arms, kicking the door closed behind him.
“I’m gonna be alone forever, I’m a freak.” You continued.
“No (y/n), he is going to be alone forever. You are a beautiful person with an amazing gift, you help people & he is stupid for letting you slip through his fingers.” He soothed as he wiped the tears from your eyes. You held onto him tighter as he walked to the elevator, pushing the button to the residential floor.
“You’re a good guy Pietro, handsome and sweet.” You smiled, twirling his silver locks in your fingers. He knew you were drunk and thinking out loud but he had to admit he enjoyed your touch as you played with his hair.
“Uh huh, & you are ready for bed dragoste.” He chuckled lightly. The doors opened to the hallway of the living quarters. He stepped out, carrying you toward your room.
“I mean it, speedy. You’re so sweet. and handsome. and nice.” You
Punctuated each compliment with a kiss to Pietro’s neck, for the first time in years he thought his legs would give out.
'She’s drunk, this is not real Pietro. Just get her to bed!’ He thought to himself.
“(Y/n) I do not think you want to be doing what you’re doing.” He forced the words out of his dry throat.
“Why not? You think I’m beautiful right? Fromuh-what ever.” You stumbled over his word from earlier as you looked up at him.
“You are beautiful.” He said, looking at your angelic face. Your eyes burned holes into his better judgment, incinerating it as your palm cupped his face, thumb brushing over his stubble.
“Then kiss me.” You lick your lips, grazing your teeth over your bottom lip. He couldn’t resist the temptation anymore, giving into your soft, supple lips. Your legs wrapped tighter around him giving him the leverage to hold your bottom with one hand while the other tangled into your silky (h/c) tresses. Your lips pursed open to allow the kiss to deepen, tongues moving in sync. You grind against him, wanting him so bad in this moment. He uses his speed to get to your door, pinning you against it he begins kissing your neck. You moan out before he stops, breathing hot against your neck.
“What’s wrong?” You ask as he let’s you down, feet thumping to the floor.
“We cannot do this, not in this way.” He sighs.
“But I want you,” you say as you start kissing up his neck again.
'Oh printesa, you are killing me! Please let me do the right thing.’ He thinks.
“I’m drunk, I don’t care.” You laugh, pulling him into another kiss. He starts to give in.
'Nyet! Pietro get out of here now before she hates you and you hate yourself in the morning.’
“Well I do, go to bed. I will see you tomorrow.” He says firmly before speeding off. You open your door, stumbling in before you begin crying again. This time it wasn’t the break up, it was the shame of throwing yourself at Pietro. You just wanted to feel loved. You kicked your heels off and immediately collapsed into your bed, hoping you’d wake up and this all would be a dream.
You wake up, eyes puffy and still in your dress from the night before. The night starts coming back in flashes. Dumped. -Ouch!- Ladies night. -Nice.-
Throwing yourself at Pietro and getting rejected! -*hurl*- Your stomach wrenches at that last thought. You run to your bathroom, immediately puking your guts out.
'Fuuuuuckkkkk! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!’ Is all you can think as you lay on the cold linoleum floor. You pull yourself up when you hear your phone go off. Trudging back to your bed you grab your phone, seeing a text from Steve.
“Nat informed me of your unfortunate circumstances, I’m not expecting you in training for the next couple days. You’ve got 48 hours to clear your head and refocus, chin up soldier :)” you appreciated the time to yourself, maybe you could hide out and some how never see him again? You texted back a thank you before heading back to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and got cleaned up before fixing some breakfast. Just as you finished your last bite a knock came at your door. Creeping to the door you peak through the peep hole, the blood drains from your face and you think you might be sick again when you see who it is.
Pietro stands on the other side of your door, hoping to explain last night, hoping you aren’t mad at him.
A few moments pass before he knocks again.
Nope, definitely not- abort mission! Not answering the door.’ You think as you quietly tip toe away from the door. He waits a little longer before walking away in defeat.
You spend the next 48 hours in your quarters, avoiding everyone and racking your brain.
'Why (y/n) why?! *Get over him by getting under someone else* haha good one! Now I have to live knowing that Pietro thinks I’m a dumb slut. Chances of actually getting to be with Pietro are now 0 at best.’ You sulked. At the end of your quarantine you emerge from your room dressed and ready to train. You’re speed walking to the elevator when a blue blur races toward you.
“Don’t talk to me.” You cut him off. He immediately speeds away, you feel awful but you just can’t deal with it. For the next week you make sure you don’t see him. You request to train exclusively with Natasha in one on one sessions, citing your need to polish your assassin skills. You train hard, letting Natasha put you through the ringer of her red eye training sessions. You’re up and ready by 3:00 am and train for 4 hours. When you aren’t training you’re hiding in your room.
“Just talk to her, explain your feelings.” Wanda says. She’s sitting in the recliner of her room as Pietro lays sprawled upon her couch. The scene lends itself to the analogy of the psychiatrist and patient.
“I did, you should have seen the way she looked at me and snapped. Four words and I still bleed from the wound.” He whines.
“This must stop brother, we are all a team which means we need to all be on the same page. Not to mention you both drive me mad, minds whirling in turmoil at all hours of the night and day!” She hissed.
“What does she think about?” He asks, sitting up to pay full attention.
“That is not for me to tell, talk to her. That is all I will say.” She responds.
It’s the beginning of week two of your special training with Nat.
You run into her on your way to the elevator.
“How’s it going?” She asks.
“Ok I guess…” You respond.
“How’s your 'speedy sokovian’?” She raises a brow.
“Oh god do people know what happened?!” You grimace. It had been a little over a week with no words spoken between the two of you and you knew he wouldn’t tell anyone about what happened, save for Wanda maybe.
“No, what happened?” She asks, truly perplexed. She figured you had undertook this training camp in hopes of distancing your mind from the break up, she hadn’t thought Pietro had anything to do with it.
“So that night when I was drunk…I did something awful…I completely threw myself at Pietro! Like making out, gross, practically begging him for it! Just assassinate me Nat, he probably thinks I’m an idiot.” You conclude.
“Have the two of you spoken since it happened?” She wondered.
“No! I feel so gross, embarrassed and rejected. The worst part is I actually do, well, did kinda have a thing for him and now it’s ruined.” You huffed, thinking about seeing him made you feel like throwing up, let alone actually speaking words.
“You’re gonna have to get over it, especially since you’re on the team full time now.” She smiled.
“I’m a real Avenger now?” You beamed at the news.
“As soon as you sort this out with speedy.” She replied. You grumbled at the statement. Entering the training room you started your rounds, feeling good to be doing something to keep your mind off things. The session goes well until he whirls through the door.
“Finished my laps, now what?” He says as he takes a few steps forward; eyes falling straight to yours, catching you in his sapphire gaze.
“Are we done?” You ask Nat, eyes pleading for her to say yes.
“How about a bit of sparring, you and (y/n).” She answers as she walks toward the bench, sipping from her water bottle.
As he approaches you a toxic cocktail of emotions spring forth. Anger, lust, embarrassment. You square up, throwing the first punch you decide to pick anger as your chief emotion. He dodges it with ease, throwing one back. You start off slow but as the tension mounts it starts to have the potential of becoming a real fight. He kicks when you think he’s gonna punch causing your legs to be swept from under you.
“Why’d you leave?” You blurted angrily.
“Why didn’t you answer the door the next day?” He retorted. At this point Natasha had quietly stepped out. He tried to help you up, you scooted away, rolling onto your feet on your own.
“Cuz I felt like an idiot! I threw myself at you and you rejected me! I felt like a cheap whore!” You crossed your arms and turned away from him. He zipped back in front of you.
“I didn’t reject you! Believe me you made it very, VERY hard to leave. I didn’t want to take advantage of you. You don’t even remember what I said do you?” He waited for an answer he was sure you didn’t have.
“I said not like this, not that I didn’t want you! I just didn’t want you when you were drunk and vulnerable. It would have been wrong.” His voice had calmed a little. Suddenly, like a kick in the mouth you remember Wanda’s confession of Pietro’s supposed feelings for you. Embarrassment flooding your being your eyes fall, unable to meet his gaze.
“I’m sorry, ok? That night I just wanted to feel something besides being hurt and I didn’t expect you to be a gentleman & I felt so alone. I twisted everything to try & lie to myself so it would be your fault. I was embarrassed, in the whole time I’ve been here you were always so good to me & I thought I ruined it.” You confessed, wiping tears away.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” He took you in his arms, kissing your forehead.
“So can we be friends again? I miss having someone to make fun of people with.” He chuckled.
After making up with Pietro the two of you became close again, flirting and joking with one another. You were currently hanging out in the common room after a training session, laughing at a prank Pietro had pulled on Clint.
“So what are you doing tonight?” Pietro asked as he sipped his water.
“Netflix and chillin’.” You chuckled.
“You should come 'chill’ in my room.” He smirked.
“And why is that?” You mused. He placed his arm around you, the very action causing a heat to rush through you.
“Because I will provide candy, pop corn and a nice surface to snuggle upon.” He stated matter of factly.
Pondering his proposal you tapped your chin.
“Candy you say? I suppose I can raid your candy stash and make you watch chick flicks.” You grinned mischievously.
You made plans to meet at his quarters at around 8. This gave you time to relax, shower and take a nap.
When the time came to get ready and go you chose to stay casual in leggings and an oversized slouchy sweater, throwing your hair in a messy bun before heading over to his room. You barely knock before he answers.
“Welcome to movie night!” He smiles, ushering you into his room. You can’t believe your eyes when you see the amazing set up he’d created. Scented candles lined the book shelf on the back wall, he had set up a plush pillow sanctuary in front of the TV, pop corn and six different candies laid along the coffee table.
“This is so sweet! I’m never going to be able to eat all that candy.” You laughed as he scooped you up into a hug.
“Who says the candy is for you?” He chuckled giving you a kiss. You snuggled up in the pillows, scrolling through the movie selections as you munched on skittles.
“Comedy, Romance, Scifi, horror…what do you prefer?” He asked.
“Comedy!” You cheered.
Settling on a Seth Rogan film you laid with Pietro contently. As you watched the film Pietro found himself looking down on you, enamored with your smile and adorable wrinkle that appeared in your nose when you laughed. He leaned in, quickly pecking your nose with a kiss, you smile up at him returning the gesture with a peck on his cheek. You returned your attention to the movie, laughing as you and Pietro took turns trying different candies. When the movie was over you found yourself laying in Pietro’s lap while he played with your hair.
“What next printesa?” He mused as his fingers gently massaged your scalp.
Your mind travelled back to what he had said when the two of you were sparing.
“Actually, you said something before and I’ve been wondering about it ever since…” You trailed, looking up at him.
“And what have you been wondering bomboană?” He asked, pulling you closer to him.
“What exactly made it so hard for you to leave that night?” You asked, sitting up as you tossed your hair out of your face.
“Well, what do you remember?” He smirked, stretching out with his hands behind his head. You proceeded to straddle him, running your fingers up his torso, a small grin appearing as his muscles tensed under your touch.
“I remember kissing you…here. Here. And here…” You said as you placed kisses on his neck, slightly sucking and nipping at his skin, he let out a sharp breath. His eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of your body against his.
“Then I remember saying 'kiss me’.” You whispered in his ear, running your fingers through his hair before bringing your lips to his, enveloping your senses in the taste of his kiss. His arms wrapped around you as your arms slung around his neck, hands gently tugging the hairs at the nape, rolling your hips as he bucks up into you with a groan.
Soon your clothes are falling off and the two of you are down to your underwear, clothes strewn across the floor as Pietro peppers your neck and chest with hungry kisses. You can’t keep your hands off of him, craving constant contact as he pulls your bra straps down, eyes devouring you with an animalistic glare. You quickly unsnap the back, freeing yourself of confining fabric, his hands knead at your breasts, fingertips pinching the sensitive peaks as your mouths connect once more. Your back arches, removing one hand he places his mouth upon your breast as his newly free hand slips into your panties, strumming your slick center. A few high pitched moans escape your throat before he pulls away, bringing his fingers to his lips for a taste. You sit up, kissing him before sucking the juices from his fingers, focusing on his oceanic eyes.
“My sweet printesa.” He sighed, biting his lower lip. You kiss a trail down his body, tugging down his boxers you palm his head, stroking down the shaft. His head falls back, jaw slack as you take him into your mouth.
“Esti asa de bine printesa..” He groaned. You continue bobbing down, taking every inch into your mouth, his pleasurous moans igniting a fire within you.
“Mm, I need you.” You sigh, stroking him. He brings you up for a kiss before laying you back, gently parting your legs, teasing you with just his tip.
You instinctively buck up against him, craving his cock.
“Pietro please!” You whine, and he obliges. Finally filling you with his hardness. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first as he savors the precious look on your face, eyes soft as you bite your lower lip.
“Keep going…faster.” You gasp, sitting up on your elbows. Pietros hand is soon threaded through your hair as he hungrily kisses you, picking up the pace. You reached a hand up, digging into his shoulder blade, eliciting a groan from him.
He kisses and sucks the crook of your neck, growling explicit praise in his mother tongue. Soon your bodies are in rhythm, writhing in an animalistic dance of bliss and pleasure,
“Fuck” you all but squeal when he bites into your neck, causing you to scratch your nails down his back eliciting a deep growl from him.
“Keep going, keep going…you feel so good.” You breathe.
Pietro grips your thighs, pinning you down as he thrusts deeper than before and soon you’re cumming undone. Writhing and moaning, he moves his hands from your thighs, pulling his arms around you he brings you to his chest. You grind down on his shaft, sharing a lusty kiss as he releases his seed.
He lays you back against the body pillow you were sitting against before, kissing you on the forehead.
“Shower & sleep over?” He nudges into you, kissing your shoulder.
“Of course.” You smile.
(Tell me if this is good or not, ok?)