So ‘Cool’ was my first Marvel fic and I hope you like this one as well!
Summary: When you break curfew, you get stuck with the task of training your least favorite recruit. ((Takes place after aou)).
You hissed in pain as you crashed into the tower’s elevator, already having made sure that F.R.I.D.A.Y. was deactivated. You couldn’t have the AI alerting everyone of your presence this late at night.
As you were creeping past the kitchen, the light sudden came on, illuminating Tony who was sitting at the kitchen counter, glass of whiskey in hand. It was a scene straight out of some cliché teen movie.
“Where have you been kid?” he asked. You stayed silent, knowing that answering would only make things worse.
“You broke curfew when you know that things are still unsafe for us out there!” you flinched and looked down when you heard Tony raise his voice.
“What is going on here?”
You both turned to see a very tired Steve, one hand rubbing his eye while his other rested on his hip.
“(Y/N) here broke curfew,” Tony exclaimed as he pointed at you. “You know how important it is to follow curfew now Steve!”
Steve gave you an apologetic look before answering. “Sorry kid. But Tony is right.”
You sighed softly, knowing that Tony still felt guilty about Ultron’s creation and that he was just trying to protect you. “I’m sorry Tony. It won’t happen again, I swear.”
“You’re right (Y/N),” Tony muttered as he ran a hand over his face. “It won’t happen again because you’re grounded.”
You merely bowed your head as you walked backwards towards the exit.
“Oh and (Y/N),” you stopped in your tracks as Tony opened his mouth again. “You’ll be taking over for Steve in training Maximoff.”
You smiled to yourself. You got along well with Wanda.
“Pietro Maximoff that is,” Tony continued, smirk spread across his face.
Your smile dropped.
You stormed into the training room the next morning with a glare that could kill.
The Maximoff twins were both in there, along with Natasha, and Wanda burst out laughing as soon as she read your mind.
She knew that you despised her older brother and the fact that your punishment was to train him was hilarious.
Natasha, noticing your awful mood, gently grabbed Wanda’s arm and dragged her to the other side of the training room before you had a chance to tell her off.
“Good morning printsessa,” Pietro smirked as he leaned against a treadmill and looked you up and down.
“It was until I saw your face,” you snapped in return, not missing a beat.
Pietro’s smirk dropped a bit but he shook your comment off as he leaned forwards and looked down at you.
“I’m glad that you’re the one training me,” he breathed out. “I have a feeling you’re a little more fun than the Captain no?”
You gave him a blank look. “We’ll see Maximoff, we’ll see.”
Pietro groaned in pain as you slammed him into the ground for the fifth time in thirty minutes.
You had insisted on sparring with him, no powers allowed. When he denied, you had claimed that he couldn’t just sail through battles by relying on his powers to which Nat had shouted a faint ‘She’s right quickie!’.
Now, as you stood above him with your foot pressed upon his chest, Pietro felt his temper flare up. Why was it that you were being so difficult on him? Why would you always, deliberately he might add, pick on him and make his life a living hell?
Not thinking things through, he proceeded to roll over and took you down with him. He pressed his body against yours as he held your wrists in a tight grip, making sure that you couldn’t break free.
“Who won this time, printessa?” Pietro hissed into your ear as a cocky smile made its way onto his face.
You smirked as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. At this point, Nat and Wanda had stopped training, wanting to see what you’d do next.
“I don’t know Piet,” you purred into his ear. Only Wanda noticed the self-satisfied smirk grow. “But you seem to think you did.”
In a flash, you twisted your body and legs, effectively switching positions with him. Pietro now laid underneath you and he groaned in defeat as Wanda began to laugh.
“Better luck next time quickie,” you said, a mocking smile on your face.
You got up and headed towards the exit, turning around to face Pietro once more. “Same time tomorrow Maximoff. You need some help.”
Pietro simply glared at you as you turned around and crashed into a warm body. Glancing up, you groaned when you saw Pietro looking down at you, having used his speed to intercept your path.
“Pietro, move,” you growled. “You’ve already wasted enough of my time today.”
His face seemed to harden at your words.
“What is your problem?” his accent thick with annoyance as he took a step forwards. You stood your ground.
“What do you mean Piet?” you asked, voice calm and composed.
Pietro groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I mean your attitude! I’ve been nothing but civil to you but you act like such a- a bitch to me!”
You felt your mouth curl up slightly. “Aw can’t accept the fact that not everyone likes you Quickie?”
Pietro turned red at your mocking tone. “See! That’s it! Why are you so rude? I’ve been nothing but nice.”
“Listen here Pietro,” you began. “We are here to train and prepare for emergencies. We are not here to make friends.”
“Well being a friend is better than being a bitch,” Pietro quickly shot back.
You gaped at him for a second before replying. “Well it’s better than being a cocky asshole!”
Pietro threw his head back and laughed. “Me? An asshole? I am anything but!”
You chuckled darkly. “That’s rich Pietro, really.”
He quickly sobered up. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you seem to think that by simply flashing a smile and a wink, you’ll get anything you want.”
“Ah printsessa,” Pietro leaned in. “That’s where you are wrong. I do not think that. I know that.”
You through your head back and groaned before pushing past him. “That’s it, I’m done. Ask someone else to train you.”
Pietro latched onto your wrist and pulled you back. “No.”
“Let me go,” you said, eyes narrowing.
“No,” Pietro repeated, a slight smirk on his face.
“Bastard,” you said under your breath.
“Bitch,” he muttered in return.
“Oh real mature jerkwad,” you scoffed.
“A lot more than you fucktard.”
“You think you’re so clever.”
“I know I am printsessa.”
“You’re nothing but an egotistical, self-absorbed-”
“Oh printsessa of course I’m egotistical. Have you seen my face?”
“Sadly yes, I have Pietro.“
“Then you should feel honored.”
You groaned once more. This arguing was getting nowhere. “Ask someone else to train you.”
“Yes!” you shouted. “Yes Pietro! God I don’t want to spend time with you!”
“Then you shouldn’t have volunteered to train me.”
“You think I asked for this? No I didn’t,” You stepped forwards and pushed Pietro back. “I want nothing to do with an egotistical, cocky, asshole-ish motherfu-”
In a flash, Pietro had pulled you into him, leaning down and connecting your lips in an angry, messy kiss.
No matter how much you claimed to hate him, even you couldn’t deny that Pietro was handsome. And a pretty good kisser.
You pushed away slightly. “I hate you Maximoff.”
“No you don’t printsessa,” Pietro whispered, smirk on his lips, before he resumed the kiss.
It was a hot, angry, and messy kiss, all teeth and tongue and wandering, grasping hands. Just when he had backed you up and pinned you to the wall, the kiss was interrupted by the distinct sounds of Nat and Wanda giggling.
You pulled away first and kept your head down. “I should go,” you said, risking a glance towards the two girls. Nat was wiggling her eyebrows at you while Wanda simply gave you a thumbs up.
You looked at Pietro, who had a cocky, satisfied smirk on his swollen lips. You exited quickly.
“I should be going as well,” Pietro said before speeding out the door.
Nat and Wanda stood in the middle of the training room, still giggling as they looked at the doorway.
After a few minutes, Natasha turned to Wanda. “How much do you wanna bet that they’re making out in the hallway right now?”
“Oh yeah, definitely.”
Second Marvel fic done. Hope it’s alright. Thanks for reading!