‘F**k me’ ‘Right here?’
I never post 3 in a row, so consider this a mini celebration for getting 900 followers! A Pietro x reader as requested by @beyouluvyou-soul. I hope you like it love! Its around 500 words of fluff. This was hard to write so I apologize because It’s not my best work. An obvious bad word. Requests are open so feel free to shoot me one. Enjoy!
“Just meet me in my room around 9 so we can plan what we’re going to take.“ I said, looking up at Pietro. The bleach blonde speedster nodded, his hair wafting back and forth. We had been assigned to go on a mission in Brazil in two days, leaving us only a few hours to plan and get what we needed for our trip.
I staggered into my room and dropped my gym bag on the floor. Pulling at my shirt, I tossed it behind me as I made my way to the bathroom. I peeled off the rest of my clothes as I ran a cool shower. My skin instantly turned the crisp water, warm; creating steam that billowed over the shower door. I lathered my hair in bubbly shampoo as I muttered to my self. "Stupid Idea. We leave in 10 hours and I just had to get in some extra cardio.” After a good 20 minutes in the shower I wrapped my hair into a towel cone and put on a fluffy towel. I opened my bathroom door and saw Pietro sitting on my bed.
His eyes widened in shock, and he seemed unsure of what to do. I sighed to myself. “Of course you would be here.” Pietro swallowed hard. “It is 9:15. Friday let me in.” he said making every effort to make eye contact. I Pulled off my hair towel and threw it into the bathroom, choosing to deal with the situation at hand no matter how annoying. “Okay so what are we taking?” I began sitting next to Pietro on my bed. “I want to take my knives but have you started training with guns yet? One of us needs to carry guns, and I’d rather it be you because-.” “I’m sorry.” Pietro interrupted, his blue eyes piercing mine. “But it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.” he said, looking at my towel clad form.
“Well I forgot that we were supposed to talk at 9, and I want to get this over with so this is what I’m wearing.” I said getting back to task at hand. “Has Cap trained you with guns yet?” I asked. Pietro bit his bottom lip and shook his head. “Are you comfortable with knives? I’ll let you borrow…” I trailed off noticing that his eyes had glazed over. I snapped, bringing him back to reality. “Pietro we leave in less than 10 hours. You really need to focus.” I said my eyebrows quirked. “I know. But I just couldn’t help but think how you would look with that towel on the-” I cut him off by standing up and walking to my closet. “Fuck me.” I whispered shaking me head in annoyance. “Right here?” Pietro asked, his signature smirk on his lips. I glared before walking into my closet to get changed for what looked to be a long night.