“Ya,” he said slowly, smiling slightly.
“Ya,” you repeated back, eyebrows furrowed, focused.
“Lyu-bly-u,” he continued, slower this time. You raised your eyebrows your mouth dropping open momentarily, “Le-blue-ta-ba,” you said determinedly. A wide smile broke across his face as he began laughing at you. You hear him mutter, “Eto bylo plokho,” under his breath as he continued to chuckle.
“Hey!” you exclaimed, slapping his shoulder. He shook his head, laughter reverberating through him. “You said you would teach me!” you began to giggle too, finding his laughter infectious. You’re both leaning in to each other in the humorous moment. “You never said you would be this hard to teach,” he chuckled, his accent thick.
“Hey,” you pouted. He took a breath before saying, “Snova.” Your brow furrowed, confusion clouding your features. He chuckled lightly, “Again,” he instructed.
“Ya,” he said. “Ya,” you repeated. He nodded his approval.
“Lyublyu,” he said slowly. You leaned in as he spoke, trying to memorize the way his lips moved so you could mimic them. “Ly-blue-lyu,” you said.
He shook his head, smiling, “Lyublyu.” You leaned in even closer and he smirked as he realized your obliviousness, not even aware of how close the two of you were; you were that focused on pronouncing the word correctly. You took a breath before straightening and saying, “Lyublyu.”
“Da!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Da?!” you yelled, assuming that was good. He nodded and you jumped up and down in your seat excitedly. “Da!” you screamed. He chuckled putting his hands on your shoulders, steadying, “Not done yet.” You sighed, and settled back into your seat.
“Ya lyublyu,” he said.
“Ya lyublyu,” you repeated, grinning hugely.
“Tebya,” he finished.
“Teb-ya,” you said slowly, leaning in again to watch his lips move. He shook his head slightly, “Tebya,” he said clearly.
You nodded, “Tebya.” He grinned nodding and saying, “Ya lyublyu tebya.”
“Ya. Lyublyu. Tebya.” He nodded and kissed your cheek softly, standing and walking speedily away, “Good job, dorogoy.” You spun around to watch his retreating figure and raced to catch up with him, “What does that mean, though?” you wondered. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, “Ya lyublyu tebya, dorogoy.” And he kissed your cheek again.
Later that day you approached the red-headed super spy and said, “So, Pietro was teaching me Russian…” Nat raised her eyebrows, looking amused. “And?” she wondered, smiling slightly. You repeated the phrase for her and continued, “That’s all he taught me, but what does it mean?”
She laughed lightly. “What?” you wondered, desperate. She leaned in and whispered the meaning in your ear. Your jaw dropped as you gasped. You raced through the headquarter, finding Pietro talking to Wanda. You jump on his back and hit him playfully, “Hey!” you exclaim.
“Der’mo,” he cursed, “What?” he said, sounding agitated.
“I love you too, you big idiot,” you told him, kissing his cheek.
Eto bylo plokho = that was bad
Dorogoy = darling
Der’mo = shit
Request by anonymous: Imagine asking Pietro to teach you Russian and the first phrase he teaches you is “I love you.”