Painting: Part 1
Requests: Okay I had like this really cute imagine in my idea where like you live with the avengers and are just starting starting to train and learn but you also really love to paint and draw so Tony has the big studio room set up that you can paint in so while you paint, Pietro does like really cute little things to help like he always switches your paint water for you but you never notice or he opens the shades a little so the Lightning is better, and just really cute fluffiness
Hello, Could you please do a oneshot were the reader is an art student in college and meets Pietro by accident and they take it off from there. Thank you
You were an art major at the university in New York. You did your best to never stop working on your projects. If you wanted to succeed, then you couldn’t be distracted by other things. Prior to college, you were sent to military school by your father. You had been one of the top cadets and they strongly advised you to join the Marines and S.H.I.E.L.D. had even tried to recruit you, but you had other ideas. Art was always your thing and so you secretly submitted some of your work to universities around the country. When you were accept, you father was furious. He was expecting you to go spend the rest of your life saving lives. You wanted something different than what everyone wanted for you. You knew that art didn’t pay well. You wanted a job that you enjoyed, so you chose it. One day you were walking down the street and a handsome man with whitish blond hair stopped you. He said that his name was Pietro Maximoff and that he was an Avenger. You immediately turned away and began running. You didn’t want to get caught up with anyone or anything to do with S.H.I.E.L.D., which the Avengers were. You turned down a street and zig-zagged into another. Before you could go any further, the blue-blur of a person appeared in front of you. It was Pietro. You tried to dash around him, but he caught your wrist. You had heard before that one of the Avengers could outrun anyone in the world he was so fast, you thought it was just a myth, but Pietro must have been that Avenger. You decided to test him and used your training from military school on him. You attempted to take him down by kicking him in the side, but he was faster and caught you foot. He smiled for a moment while you hopped on one foot, trying to keep your balance. He let go after a moment too long.
“What do you want from me?” You asked urgently.
“The Avengers are looking for a new member, we heard about you and your success at the Academy… We were wondering if you would like to join the team…” Pietro explained why he was looking for you.
“I would rather not.” You said, turned, and began to walk away from him.
“What?” Pietro was stunned by your answer. “People don’t just say, ‘no’ to be an Avenger.”
“Well, I just did.” You said and continued on your way. Pietro followed you down the empty street.
“Come on, it would be great to have you on the team.”
“Isn’t there someone else that you can recruit, maybe a highly suitable S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.”
“We don’t want some old-washed up S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, we want you. A little bit of training and you would be good to save the world.”
“That is the problem, I don’t want to save the world. I just want to go to school.” You admitted to him.
“You can do that, too. Missions aren’t that often, only every couple months.”
“I’ll think about it.” You told him.
After about three months of considering the offer you decide that art might not work out for you. You would need a side job, and Pietro had said that there was quite a bit of time in between missions. You were surprised yourself when you showed up on their doorstep and the door was answered by Steve. You were even more surprised when the word ‘yes’ came out of your mouth. Steve let you in and all the Avengers came and introduced themselves. They each told you that they were glad you had decided to join in their own way. You were still afraid of what was going to happen to you because of your decision. You could die… Would it be worth it to die if you saved lives? After all of the Avenger’s introduced themselves, Tony took you up to a room that had a great view of the city. The room was covered in art supplies. It was perfect in every way, there was even a sink to wash the supplies in the corner. “I made this for you for when you decided.” Tony told you. You couldn’t thank him enough. He brushed it off and walked out. You couldn’t wait to use it, so you pulled out one of the canvases in the corner and put it on the easel then began to paint. For the next few months, your routine became training in the morning and painting and studying in the afternoon. You had switched over to online classes and only actually went the the university once a week to meet with your advisors. While you painted, Pietro would zoom in and out of the room. For months, you didn’t actually notice what he was doing. Eventually, you realized that he was doing things such as washing your brushes, changing the paint water, adjusting the lights, and openings the shades. You found it incredible sweet, so one day you decided when he zoomed into the room to stop him.
“Pietro!” You called to him as he zipped out. He came back in quickly. “Come here and sit.” You took a stool and placed it in front of the easel where you could see him. He did as you said and you went to get the paint for your pallet.
“What are you doing?” Pietro wondered.
“I am going to paint you.” You said and began painting his skin color onto the canvas.
“Because… I just am, okay?” You didn’t want to admit to thanking him for what he had done. You wanted to show him. He complained for a while that he was bored because the process was so slow, but you knew that he was actually enjoying being with you because of the smile on his face. After about an hour of painting you turned the picture around and and showed it to him. He jumped up from the chair and he acted like he was disappointed at first then a huge smile grew on his face. “It’s perfect.”
“You’re welcome.” You said and he leaned in to kiss you. You let his lips touch yours. You couldn’t help, but smile.