Hey babes! Hope you like part 7! Message me if you have any questions about the story or myself! <3
Description: Reader is hurt in a fight, and she is taken into S.H.I.E.L.D for her injuries, and ends up being there longer than expected, gaining new friends and falling for a certain speedster.
Warnings: Swearing, Violence.
You and Pietro strode into the training room, in which you took a seat between him and Barton. Cap stood at the from of the room, next to Widow, and settled into the meeting.
“Alright guys, it’ll be a pretty clear week, no one has any training to do, so we would be completely of this week, if Tony hadn’t insisted that on Friday, we have a banquet, celebrating the addition of Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Vision, Blue Jay, and Falcon to the Avengers.“ Everyone let out a small groan in protest. “Yeah, Yeah. I know. So feel free to mope around and do nothing for a few days, but just be ready for Friday.” Steve said, dismissing the group.
Wanda bumped her hip to yours. “Hey, want to help pick out each other’s outfits?”
“Yep! I’m curling your hair, by the way.” You tease.
“What if I don’t want it curled?”
“That’s too bad, then, isn’t it? Listen Wanda, I’m doing it whether you like it or not. Your hair is absolutely perfect for it, and you never do it. Like, ever.” You complain to her.
Pietro dashes in front of you both. “Wanda, is she causing you trouble?”
“Actually yes, perhaps you could do away with her?” Wanda smiles at her older brother.
“Hey! Wanda, I thought we were friends!” You shout.
“Pietro, take her away!” Wanda walks out of the room, following the rest of the team, leaving only you and Pietro. You knew there was nothing you could do, because before you had the chance to think of an escape plan, you were already in Pietro’s arms, being basically shipped up to your bedroom. Pietro threw you on the bed, turning and slamming the door.
“Hey asshole, let me go!” You giggled, trying to push past him, as he was leaning against the door.
“Nope! This is what you get for messing with my sister. The worst possible punishment. Stuck in a room with me.” He said maniacally.
“That is pretty terrible!” You agree. “But you seem to have forgotten.”
Pietro chuckles, crossing his arms. “What could I have possibly forgotten?”
“That I, can do this.” You say, lifting a finger to trigger Pietro to raise up off of the floor.
He facepalms himself in the air. “Damn it.” You held him in his position, swinging open the door with a wiggle of your fingers, walking out, and slamming the door behind you. You hear Pietro struggling to reach the ground, and that gives you an opportunity to speed off, using his usual strengths. You sat there a moment, only letting Pietro circle your brain, then, when you felt fully tuned into him, you dropped him, bolting off towards the entertainment room. You knew he was gaining on you, so you swerved, taking a turn down a different hallway. It didn’t take long for him to catch up again, leaving you only one more option. You stopped harshly, and Pietro passed you by. Zooming quickly, you headed back to the housing area. You swung open Wanda’s door, jumping onto her bed.
“Wanda help! Your brother is attacking me!” You cried, Wanda looking unamused as she stood near her closet. Pietro bolted in, leaping onto the bed as well, letting his hands wander to your sides to tickle you.
You kicked the air, screaming, “Wanda, help me I’m dying!”
She let herself smile a bit. “You guys are too cute. Now leave, I have to clean up my room.”
Pietro groans. “Ughh, fine!” and before you know it, you are swooped up and taken to your room again. “So, we’ve got until Friday to do whatever we want. Do you want to,..” He paused, eyes wandering to the floor. “Is that my shirt?” He raises an eyebrow.
You spot the royal blue t-shirt on the ground. It obviously was, it read his last name on the back in capital letters across the shoulders. “Oh, that? Um, yeah. It is.” You blush.
“Why is it in here?”
“I uh, well, uh, I stole it.” Your pitch got higher, and you scratched your neck.
“Why?” Pietro smirked.
“Because it’s comfy. And baggy, and good to sleep in. and it smells nice.” You ran a nervous hand through your hair.
“You mean it smells like me?” He would never let you live this down.
You coughed. “Maybe.”
Pietro’s smile widened. “You should keep it. I’m sure it looked better on you anyway.”
“If it helps with the fact that I stole from you, maybe I should tell you that the only thing that I wear with it are panties.” You flirt.
Pietro was the one nervously putting his hands in his hair now. “Uh, well, you know, I haven’t actually seen if it looks better on you, so I’m going to need to make sure before I give you the shirt.”
“You’re disgusting.” You snicker, throwing a pillow from your bed at him.
The next morning
You wake to the door closing before you could see who had been in. On the foot of the bed, you see a stack of 3 shirts, a note on top saying, “Who wore it better? -P” You smile, stretching out your arms.
Later, you walk down to the kitchen in your pajamas to get a cup of coffee. (The shirt you stole from Pietro, and some white pajama shorts you had slipped on before leaving your room.) Speak of the devil, he sits at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal.
“Nice shirt.” He comments.
“Thanks, a cute blonde boy gave it to me.” You say over your shoulder as you prepare a coffee pot.
“So did you and Wanda select your outfits form Friday?” He attempts to make conversation.
“No, but do you really care?” You smirk.
“Hey, I could get into fashion.” He spoons more cereal into his mouth. You scoff at him.
Vision approaches the kitchen, Pietro practically growling at him.
“What’s up with you two?” You ask.
“Well, he is mad, because Wanda and I are going to be attending the banquet, as each other’s dates.” Vision answers.
“Aww Pietro, you’re so protective. What’s so bad about Vision?” You sip your newly made coffee.
“He’s taking my sister on a date.” His eyebrows droop.
“Yeah, well, you’ll also be at the place where they’ll be.” You remind him.
“That does not matter. What matters is that she is my sister, and I am the only person she has to protect her. I do not want her to be hurt.” He raises his voice.
“I would never hurt your sister, you know that!” Vision points out.
“Hmph.” Pietro said, clearly having nothing else to say.
“Wanda, you ready to pick out dresses?” You hurry to catch up to her in the hallway.
“Sure. A chest full of them was sent up to my room yesterday.” She tells you, and you both head there.
Wanda tries on multiple dresses, including a hot pink one that had holes cut on her sides, an open back, and a low neck. “If I wear this, Pietro might just peel off his own skin just to have something to cover me with.” Wanda mentions, making you giggle.
You end up trying on just about three dresses, then going back to the first one you picked. “It’s black, like my soul.” You joke.
The rest of the week flies by, since most of it was spent lying around and watching Netflix with Wanda.
“You ready to dance? I’m going to have to kidnap you sometime tonight so that I can show you my moves.” Pietro tells you over breakfast.
“Yeah, I’m just hoping that Tony didn’t invite a bunch of people we don’t know. We’ll have to learn so many names, and I can guarantee you all of them will be old, so if you can’t find me for that dance, I’ll probably be at the bar.” You rest your head on the table.
“I did hear that Thor will be there. Don’t you want to meet him?” He asks.
“Well sure, Pietro, but that’s one person, or god, out of the whole party that I’m actually waiting to meet.” You explain.
“I don’t think it will be that bad.” He sips his cup of orange juice.
That’s part 7! A little dull, I must admit, but part 8 will be full of excitement, so I guess you could say this is the calm before the storm, lol. I will try to have it up tonight hopefully! Who’s as excited for the banquet as I am?