original request from anon: PietroxReader request? Pietro gets jealous cause the reader is really close with Tony and he really wants to date the reader. She likes him too but she thinks he doesn’t like her?? Btw I love ur account so much
A/N: I honestly really liked this one, so thank you for sending it in! I hope it turned out the way wanted it to!!
Word Count: 2168
“Just go tell her that you like her.”
“You know I can’t do that.” Pietro glares in (Y/N)’s direction where she’s talking excitedly with Tony. “I am no match for him.”
“What do you mean?” Wanda asks, tipping her head to the side.
“I mean that she clearly likes Stark more than me.” He huffs, tearing his eyes away from the scene before him.
“But how can you be sure?”
“Do you not see the way she leans over his shoulder to watch him work? Or the way she touches his arms or his hands?” Pietro says, gesturing wildly. “She is clearly in love with him and does not like me the way she likes him.”
“I love you, but you are very stupid sometimes.” His sister says, hauling herself up out of her seat. “Just talk to her.”
“You say that as if it were just as simple as that.”
“Trust me, I know that it is.”
“Wait, so you’re saying that we could all be invisible to every radar on the planet?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, sweetheart.” Tony grins. “I would even go so far as to say that we could be invisible to the naked eye.”
“How is that even possible?” I ask. “I thought we were decades away from that sort of tech.”
“Please, this is me you’re talking to.” He snorts.
“Come on, you know I had to ask.” I smack him on the arm. “Still, it’s amazing. When did you even start working on this?”
“Last night.” He says, zoning out, his brain immediately leading him away from the conversation.
“Tony?” I snap my fingers in front of his face. “Tony.”
“How long have you been awake?”
“What do you mean?”
“When did you wake up, Anthony?”
“Well that’s not too ba-”
“Tony, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. You need to get some sleep.”
“I don’t have the time to sleep, I’ve got too much work to do.” Tony shakes his head in dissent. “I have to finish this.”
“No, you need to take a good eight hour long nap.” I gently pull him away from his work table, wrap an arm around his middle to support him in case he falls, and guide him from the lab.
“Fine, but I’m not going easy.” He says defiantly, though he’s walking with me quite willingly.
“You keep telling yourself that, shellhead.” I laugh quietly.
“Why’d you call me shellhead?” Tony whines.
“Because of your helmet, you doof.”
“It’s not that bad.” He says defiantly before furrowing his brow. “Is it?”
“No, it’s not, don’t worry.” I pat him on the chest to reassure him. In trying to get Tony to his room we pass through the lounge area outside of the lab. I see Pietro laying across the couch. “Hey, Piet!”
“(Y/N),” His entire body seems to perk up when he hears his nickname. He sits up quickly to look at me. “I-”
“I love you, (Y/N).” Tony interrupts, leaning heavily on my shoulder.
“Aw, I love you too, Tony.” I laugh, patting him gently on the stomach before turning back to Pietro. I’m only met with a scowl and a quiet growl before he speeds away.
“What’s his deal?” Tony asks, his posture straightening as he tries to see where Pietro ran off to.
“I have no clue.” I shake my head. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“Did you seriously growl at them?” Wanda asks. Pietro just nods and buries his face in his hands. “Why do you do this to yourself?”
“He told her he loved her.” Pietro groans. “And then she returned the sentiment!”
“It could have been friendly, Pietro. You don’t know.” Wanda sits beside him on her bed and rests a hand on his shoulder. “We can’t keep reading too far into Stark’s actions. Especially when he does things like this.”
“You didn’t see how she was touching him this time. He was leaning all over her and she was touching his chest and his stomach. Her arm was around his waist.”
“You truly are blind, Pietro.” Wanda shakes her head.
“Hey, if you screw this up, you can’t blame it on me.” She sighs in resignation. “I tried to help, but it’s clear that you must do this on your own.”
-Two days later-
“Have you noticed anything weird about Pietro lately?”
“What do you mean?” He asks.
“He’s been ignoring me.” I explain. “Any time I’m in the room he speeds away and he does the same thing if I’m ever anywhere near Tony.”
“Do you think I did something to upset him?”
“I have absolutely no clue, (Y/N).” Steve shakes his head. “Have you tried talking to him?”
“Yeah, but any time I get his attention he just runs away, like… like he doesn’t want to be around me.”
“Do you want me to try talking to him?”
“Would you really? I don’t want to shove this on you, it’s my problem.”
“We’re a team, (Y/N).” Steve says, waving his hand in dismissal. “A team doesn’t work if it’s divided.”
“Thank you.” I sigh.
“Maximoff.” Steve calls after Pietro.
“What is it, Captain?” He asks, unsure of Steve’s motives for talking to him.
“I need to talk to you about your behavior over the past couple of days.”
“What do you mean, ‘my behavior’?” He cocks an eyebrow. “What has Barton accused me of this time?”
“This isn’t about what Barton may or may not have said. This is about (Y/N).” Steve says, folding his arms across his chest.
“I haven’t done anything to (Y/N).” Pietro mumbles, pushing his way past Steve.
“That may be true,” Steve picks Pietro up by the back of his shirt and places him in front of him again. “But she feels like she’s done something to upset you.”
“Well she hasn’t…” Pietro mumbles, folding his arms and looking at his feet.
“You’re gonna have to try better than that to convince me, kid.” Steve snorts.
“Why do you care?” Pietro snaps.
“Because I don’t want you to ruin your relationship before it has a chance to begin.”
“What relationship?” He scoffs. “She clearly loves Stark.”
“Stark?!” Steve can’t stop the loud laugh that results from what Pietro’s said. “You seriously think (Y/N) loves Tony?”
“Of course she does!” Pietro cries. “Two days ago they were all over each other! She was touching his arms and his chest and his stomach. He was leaning all over her. It’s obvious!”
“Two days ago?”
“Yes.” Pietro’s voice holds not so subtle hints of exasperation. “Have you gone deaf in your old age, Captain?”
“No, but I remember (Y/N) saying something about Tony staying up for two days straight a couple of days ago.” Steve cards a hand through his hair before scratching his head. “He tends to get kind of loopy when he’s that tired.”
“Wait, are you serious?”
“Yeah, I had to get him into bed one night and he was leaning on me the entire way up to his room.” Steve nods. “I narrowly escaped having my ass grabbed that day.”
“I am an idiot…” Pietro smacks his head on his forehead.
“Yeah, you kind of are.”
“She thinks I hate her, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah, kind of.” Steve says, placing his hands on his hips. “But I think there may still be time to fix your fuck up kid.”
“Did I seriously just hear Captain America say fuck up?” Pietro snickers.
“Yeah,” Steve says. “If you don’t go figure this out, you might hear it again when I’m kicking your ass in your next training session.”
“(Y/N)?” Someone calls my name in the hallway. I poke my head out the door to find Pietro standing at the end of the corridor, seemingly unsure of himself.
“Piet, hey,” I say quietly. “What’s up?”
“I need to apologize.” He says, slowly walking towards me.
“For what?” I ask.
“I need to apologize for the way I-”
“Who’s that in the hall, sweetheart?” Tony asks, standing behind me and poking his head out into the hallway to see. I notice Pietro’s posture stiffen at Tony’s appearance.
“Could I, perhaps, speak to you in private?” He asks, his jaw clenched.
“Oh, uh, alright I guess-” In a flash he scoops me up and whisks me up three floors, plopping me on a couch. “So. Okay, what was that about?”
“What was what about?” He asks innocently, taking a seat beside me.
“Oh please, your body went rigid when you saw Tony and your jaw was all clenched! I call bullshit, Pietro Maximoff.” I frown at him, my brow furrowing. “What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He sighs
“For the way I’ve treated you these past few days. I’ve been terrible and you deserve better than that.”
“The other day when you were walking out of the lab with Tony he told you that he loved you, and you told him that you loved him too.” He explains. “And with the way you were touching him, I thought that you were actually in love with him and I got jealous and I took it out on you.”
“(Y/N), I like you, and… and it’s been really, really hard for me to even think of telling you-”
“You do realize you just told me, right?” I ask, a smile growing on my face.
“I… I did, shit.” He hisses, scratching at the back of his neck and looking anywhere but me.
“Hey, Piet, come on,” I say quietly, gently taking his hand in mine. “Look at me.” He just stares at his hand in mine. “Why won’t you look at me?”
“I am afraid of what you’ll say.” He says simply.
“Please,” I say, my voice hushed. I reach up and cup his cheek and he finally looks up at me, his eyes conveying his confusion. “I like you too, Pietro.”
“Wait,” He covers the hand I’ve got on his cheek with his own. “Are you serious?”
“Completely.” I confirm, gently squeezing his hand.
“But you told him you loved him.”
“Because I do love him.” I say simply. “But the way I love him is different from the way I like you. He is, in his own way, to me what Wanda is to you. He’s like my-”
“Brother,” Pietro finishes my sentence for me.
“Mhmm.” I nod. “Exactly. There’s nothing to worry about with him.” He looks at me, eyes studying my face, his expression still unsure. I rise to my feet and gently pull on his hand to get him to stand. “Come on, I’ll prove it to you.”
“Alright.” He says quietly.
I quickly lead him back downstairs to the lab where Tony and I were working. Luckily, he’s still there, fiddling with the gauntlet he was trying to adjust for the past two weeks. We quietly enter the room, but Tony notices us almost immediately.
“Hey,” He says, briefly looking up at us before going back to work on the gauntlet. “I was wondering where you two sped off to.”
“Hey, Tony,” I say in greeting. “Pietro has a quick question for you.”
“Shoot, speedy.” He says, not taking his eyes off of his project.
“Uh…” He hesitates, looking between Tony and I before continuing. “Is there anything going on between you and (Y/N)?”
“How do you mean?” Tony asks, finally pulling his attention away from his work.
“Romantically.” Pietro answers.
“Nah, she’s had a hard on for you ever since you stepped through the door.” He says, the words tumbling from his mouth easily and I slap my hand over my forehead and eyes at his crude verbiage. “Not a hard on, per se, more of a serious crush.” He looks between me and Pietro. “Wait, I wasn’t supposed to say that was I.“
“I already told him.” I say, dragging my hand down my face before turning to a blushing Pietro. “See?”
“Could we speak privately again for a moment?” He asks.
“Knock yourself out, kid.” Tony says, waving his hand in dismissal.
Pietro takes me by the hand and leads me from the room. I fully expected him to scoop me up the way he did before, but he leads me down the hallway, turning a few corners along the way. He looks around, making sure we’re alone, before turning one more corner and pressing his back against the wall. He pulls me to his chest, arms looped loosely around my waist, and kisses me. I quickly kiss him back, resting my hands on his chest. When he pulls away he looks at me expectantly, rubbing small circles on my back with his thumbs.
“What for?” I ask.
“For not doing that sooner.” Pietro answers.
“Mmm,” I hum. “You are extremely forgiven, as long as you promise to do it again soon.”
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“Isaac was hanging out with Scott at the McCall house and the reader is Scotts sister and she wakes up from a bad nightmare and Scott wasn’t at the house only Isaac”
Here is is!
As a kid, I was always shy. No matter where I was or who I was talking to, I was just.. Shy. The only person I really talked to was my brother, Scott. Until Isaac came along. Then the only people I talked to were Scott and Isaac. I didn’t know what it was about Isaac that immediately let me trust him. I put my guard down around him. Maybe it was because he kind of understood me.. He knew what it was like to be alone. To not be able to talk to anyone. His father was not a good person…
Anyway, my brother, Isaac, and I were all hanging out at home. We were studying together for exams, which happened to be all week long. The problem was, I didn’t have enough energy to stay awake anymore. I had been getting three hours of sleep each night. There were two reasons why: one is that I was studying until 1:30 am and waking up at 5am for school. The second reason was… The nightmares. Ever since the incident of Stiles becoming a possessed demon thing I just couldn’t stop having nightmares about him killing the people close to me. I trusted Scott and Isaac, but never really Stiles. Him becoming a possessed demon only made my small amount of trust for him even smaller.
“Y/N? Are you listening?” Isaac asked, poking my shoulder.
“Oh.. Yeah.. I was listening..” I said, yawning.
Scott laughed. “Take a nap. You can study more later.”
Without responding, I just went to sleep right where I was siting on the couch.
I woke up, but not to Scott and Isaac. I woke up to a shadowy figure in the distance. It was watching me. Watching my every move.
“Scott!” I screamed out into the darkness. “Isaac!”
“Y/N!” Isaac called out. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, Isaac was next to the figure.
“I’m insatiable,” the figure whispered before grabbing Isaac by the throat picking him up, holding Isaac in the air until he couldn’t breathe anymore, and died.
I woke up once again, screaming, but this time for real. Scott wasn’t there. His books were, but he wasn’t. Isaac was still sitting next to me, and jumped when he heard me scream.
“Isaac!” I shrieked, throwing my arms around him. “You were dead.. You were gone.”
He embraced me in a tight hug and tried to comfort me. I was shaking. It wasn’t just the dream, it was the fact that this dream happened every night but with different people in a different setting.
“You’re okay Y/N, everything’s going to be okay,” he promised, his eyes flashing yellow as he said it.
“No they aren’t Isaac.. Things are never going to be okay!” I cried out.
He shrugged. “I guess hugs didn’t work for cheering you up.. How about this?”
Before I could ask what he was about to do, Isaac leaned in and kissed me.
“Did that help?”
A/N: I’ve been so busy today and it’s now around 10:30 pm and I’m exhausted, so this might be the only fic I post tonight. I’m gonna accept prompts during the night, but once I wake up tomorrow I’m closing the speed writing prompts. Regular prompts are still going to be open however.
Steve was sure of three things.
One: If he would’ve had it his way he would have been asleep hours ago. God knows he needed the rest after the hectic weeks he’d been through.
Two: He was still awake because he’d been unable to fall asleep without Tony by his side. He might not have been aware of it first, but as he saw Tony enter the bedroom he immediately relaxed, so he must have subconsciously been missing him.