(Pietro x Reader) (M)
You got yourself a (real) bad habit for him.
By the time evening came your stomach was grumbling and your head was pounding. You were seriously contemplating staying in your room forever rather than have to face Pietro. Sighing you pull off the covers and pick up your phone, still where you discarded it hours earlier.
The brightness hurt your eyes, nearly as much as the blank, message-less screen glaring back at you. Tears stung your already sore eyes and you scrubbed at them willing them away. You knew this would happen, it was what you expected, yet it didn’t dampen the hurt any less.
Caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice Steve quietly open the door and stand in the doorway.
“Didn’t they used to knock in the forties?” You joke and attempt to make yourself look more presentable, grabbing a wipe for your eyes and smoothing down your hair. You could tell he was smirking behind you as he stepped inside.
“I remember broads used to clean their rooms…” Steve retorted with a smile picking up a stray bra and raising his eyebrows. You snatched it from him blushing and stuffed it in a drawer.
“How are you doing? no one’s seen you all day.” He asks you hesitantly.
You shrugged, “I wasn’t feeling well.”
Steve sat down on the bed beside you and took hold of your chin, his fingers soft as he moved your face around to look at him. He glanced over your red swollen eyes and sighed to himself.
“Is it Pietro?”
Your eyes widened, feeling as guilty as you must have looked. No one was supposed to know.
“I - why would it be?” You whispered and turned away from him, fiddling with the drawstring of your hoodie, trying to stop your hands from shaking.
“I know you’re sleeping together, y/n.” He put his hand over your shaking ones and you bit your lip.