Option 2 #7: “I love you”
Option 3 #21: … leaving hickeys on the other’s neck
Pietro practically spent his whole life devoted to one person, spending every waking hour with that person, protecting that person, everything with that person…you did not spend your life that way.
Pietro loves Wanda, he know what those feeling are and he understands how they are different than the feelings he has for you but he loves you as well…he just doesn’t want to say it and you not feel the same way. So instead he keeps it bottled up, he doesn’t say it before you two fall asleep in bed, he doesn’t say it in the morning, he doesn’t say it when you two go on missions - together or separated alike - he just doesn’t say it.
Pietro also isn’t one to share, he covets what is his and he does not like someone else’s grubby fingers touching his precious belongings; this includes you. He swallows down his need to snatch you away from the men you flirt with while on missions because he knows in the end you will return home with him.
But this was not a mission and Steve is not a target.
At least not for you.
No this was another party Tony was throwing for some reason that Pietro didn’t care about, all he cared about was how Steve was whispering in your ear and making you giggle.
His hand tightened around his glass of whiskey to the point where his knuckles went white and he almost broke it until his sister placed a gentle hand over his, “Calmează-te frate. We do not want to ruin Tony’s party because of your ego.”
Pietro took a deep breath through his nose, “My ego is not the problem. It is Steve and his need to be around my girlfriend all the time.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, “It is your ego nerod. You do not need to worry about Steve,” She bumped her brothers hip with her own, “He loves her like you love me, like a sister.”
Pietro grunted then downed the rest of his whiskey in one big gulp when he saw Steve put his arm around you, “Yes like a brother.” He slammed the glass down on the table beside him and raced off to your side positioning his body between yours and Steve’s, “I need to talk with you in private.”
You jumped back from how sudden he appeared, “Jesus Pietro, a little warning or else you’ll give me a heart attack.”
“I need to talk with you.”
The desperate tone in his voice made you really focus on him. His blue eyes held an emotion you weren’t used to looking at and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, you placed a hand on his arm, “Are you okay?”
“I need to talk with you in private.”
“Okay we can go to your room. St-”
You didn’t get to finish your goodbye to Steve because you were suddenly lifted up, you let out a yelp of surprise and before you knew it you were in Pietro’s room. You didn’t get to yell at him about how you didn’t like being whisked away to a different room without him telling you like you usually did because your mouth was currently locked with Pietro’s in a desperate heavy kiss.
He backed you into his door and you gasped at the feel of the cold surface touching your heated flesh. Pietro slipped his tongue into your mouth, gliding it along yours you could taste the whiskey he drank earlier and you could swear you got drunk off the way is mixed with his own taste.
One of his hands found their way to the base of your skull, fingers twisting at the root of your hair to anchor your head against his and the other was pushing against your lower back to bring your body as close to his. Your fingers threaded through his silvery hair, nails scratching against his scalp and you felt the tremor that racked through his body.
You were getting desperate for air so you pulled your mouth away from his but that didn’t stop him from kissing you. He kissed across your cheek, nipped his way past your jaw until he felt your heartbeat racing against the column of your neck. He scraped his teeth against the sensitive skin there and when he heard your moan he bit down there hard enough to leave a mark.
“Pietro!” His name fell from your lips at the feel of his tongue and teeth working in tandem on your skin.
He’s never done this before and through your hazy mind something was telling you to figure out why he was doing it now. So you used all your self-control to tug his head away from your neck, he tried to fight against you but you held him in place, “Pietro, what has gotten into you?”
“What? You do not like it?”
He was avoiding the question, “No, I like this side of you very much…but why is this the first time I’m seeing it? What happened?”
Pietro’s lust filled eyes locked with yours and his voice was dark and rougher than you’ve ever heard, “I do not like to share. You are mine, not Steve’s. I do not like other people taking the things I love away from me.”
“The things you love?”
“Yes,” His voice softened and he brushed his fingers down the side of you face gently, “I love you.”
The smile that stretched across your face should’ve split it in two, “I love you, you big dumb idiot!”
“Good, now let me show other’s that.” He smirked, reattaching his lips to the other side of your neck to work on another mark there and he lifted you up and took you over to his bed.
In the morning Steve chuckled into his morning coffee at the sight of your hickey covered neck and sent a wink your way, seeing the evidence that your plan worked.