Bringing up a sensitive topic you didn’t know was a sensitive topic
Not being able to see someone
Talking too much
Not talking enough
Not liking someone
Not liking yourself
Or for thinking you like yourself too much
Needing more time/affection/attention than most
Not knowing how to give as much attention/affection as most
Aspects of your life and personality are not things to apologize for. If you are not doing something purposefully harmful to another there is no need to apologize.
You are your own person and you can never live up to every single person’s expectations because everyone is different with their own opinions and personalities and they can never properly evaluate you. If you are doing the best you can at that time it is more than enough, please stop being sorry for being different, because you’re doing just fine.
AN: I really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you lovlies like it! Let me know what you think? I really enjoy you guys’ feedback <3
Pairing: Pietro x Reader
Can you do oneshot about Pietro and reader where reader is Tony’s sister (but she isn’t much like him. She is shy and quiet but kind, so everyone on the team likes her, she likes reading and is a lot in libery or lab, she never date someone or have her first kiss, she has got healing powers) when Pietro gets shot by Ultron she heals him but loses lot of energie and blacked out. When she wakes up Tony throws party and Pietro gets jealus when Steve flirts with reader and admit his love to her.
Warnings: Just remembering Pietro’s death :’( also I got really into the argument bit (having my own relationship drama kind of inspired me) So I’m sorry if it’s too much
Note: I often use – to represent time gaps
You stop your work due to the buzzing of your phone on the desk next to you. You slide the lock and see a text from your brother Tony. “Hey Y/N there’s a meeting in… the um.. meeting room ;)”. ‘Wow’ you think to yourself, your brother may be a billionaire but he was shit with words. You put down your book and grab your jacket before closing the lab door behind you.
You walk down the hall and jab the elevator button and wait for the metal doors to slide open. As you step in you see a familiar mess of white hair. “Oh, Hi Y/N” Pietro blurts out excitedly. He ran his hand through his tangled mess of hair and gave you a grin that melted your insides. He was so gorgeous but you knew he would never like you the way you liked him. Truth be told you had had a crush on the avenger for quite a while. You had never been in a relationship or even been kissed before, you never felt the need for it, finding the comfort within your books and friends. You always thought that love was just something you didn’t need in your life. Until he came along and made you feel things that you had never felt before.
“Hey Pietro” you smile nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Are you… Are you going to the meeting?"
"Yeah” you laugh “You’ve been summonsed too"
"Yeah, Wanda said it was important that we help out. You know. For Sokovia”
“Oh of course, The team really values both of you. I know they are glad to have you along. Especially.. You know, considering everything that has happened”
“Well” Pietro shrugs in an attempt to be modest “Me and my sister have spent a long time hating Tony, but when we saw what Ultron wanted to do. To the world. It is, how you say, the lesser of two evils?”
Not knowing how to reply you smile awkwardly and nod.
“I’m sorry. I know Tony is your brother- I just-” Pietro’s icy blue eyes widen as he starts to panic about offending you.
“Oh no, Don’t worry it’s fine Piet, I know things must be hard for you and Wanda. I’m really impressed at how well you’ve dealt with everything. I am nothing like my brother” You wave your hand. “I understand completely” Pietro smiles at this response. He was about to ask you something when the metal doors slid open again.
“Hello Y/N, Pietro” Steve nods as he steps into the elevator.
“Hey Steve” you grin. Steve was one of your best friends at the tower, he never mocked you for your love of books or how quiet you always were. He would often sit and listen to you talk for hours about the book you were currently watching. ———-
Through the rest of the elevator journey, to the top floor, you and Steve talk about the book you were reading “The girl in 6E”. You caught Pietro smiling at you out of the corner of your eye and a scarlet blush creeped upon your face. The doors slide open for the final time and you all enter 'The meeting room’ Nice one Tony.
“what took you guys so long?” Tony flailed dramatically.
“It is a long ride to the top” Pietro shrugs, Tony looks at you with a fake look of disappointment and you walk quietly to a seat by him.
“Well now that everyone is here” Tony begins. “We have a very important mission”
You were told to stay put, Stay safe, Stay alert and make sure your radio was on at all times.
Clint had parked the Jet in an area in a forest area that was close by but still out of the way. You had brought your favourite book and sat quietly by the radio. Waiting.
However the suspense was killing you, you couldn’t concentrate on your book and you had spent the whole time listening to every single voice that came on the radio. You had no idea what was going to happen and you knew that the team would need you to be sharp. The pressure of it all began to stress you out more and more.
That’s when you finally heard it. At first it took you a while to work out exactly what was going on, You thought that everything was running smoothly and then the jet’s system came up with an alert that Pietro was offline. At this you heard an earth shattering scream come from, what sounded like, Wanda. And you knew it was bad.
“Emma” you hear Clint scream over the radio “We are going to need you here right away” before he can finish his words you had hoped on to the motorbike that Bruce and Tony had built especially for you and you were off. You had no idea how you got there so fast, or how you even knew where to go but your body took control and you were there in a matter of minutes.
As you saw Pietro lying there, dark blood stains covering his entire body, your heart felt like it was falling out of your chest. You tear away at the scraps that was left of his shirt, exposing his wounded flesh. As a hot tear fell down your, now pale, face you place your hands on Pietro’s body. Trying to keep your mind focussed and block out your surroundings, you focus all you can on Pietro and healing him. You feel the rush of magic through your arms and into the almost lifeless body in front of you.
You felt your nose begin to bleed but pushed on anyway. You hear muffled noises of people around you and a heavy hand on your shoulder shocks you from your concentration.
“Y/N please” you hear Tony’s weak voice “You can’t keep going. It’s going to kill you”
“I can do this” you spit out. You knew you could do it. You just had to keep pushing, no matter how weak you felt, you were not letting him die.
“Please” Tony begs again. You look over at Wanda now, In Clint’s arms, the expression on her face killed you inside and fuelled your determination more.
“I have to save him” you mumble, trying to muster up as much strength as you could “I just have to”
Tony sighed and stood by your side, ready to step in at any moment. The pressure was more intense now, You couldn’t let Tony see you falter or he would step in. But you had to help Pietro. You placed your hands above open wounds and focussed everything you had inside you, imagining the wounds healing in front of you, a technique that would often help you. You watched as the bullet holes began to close up and pushed yourself harder, waiting until you felt his heartbeat begin to return to a normal speed. Pietro’s eyes flung gasping for breath. “Pietro” you hear Wanda scream, as she runs to his side, he looks over at you. His expression quickly changes from a weak smile to a face of pure fear. “Y/N?” And then everything got dark.
The first thing that you saw when you woke up was Tony, Lying in a chair next to you, his face disheveled, his stubble had turned into a full grown beard. He was asleep, for what looked like the first time in weeks, his hand laid lightly on yours as if even unconsciously, he was worried he would hurt you if he pressed to hard. “I always was stubborn” you choke, your voice rough from not being used in so long. Tony jumps at the sound of your voice, panicking that something was wrong. “Y/N!” he shrieks. “Oh Y/N I thought that I had lost your forever” “My sweet brother, always the.. dramatic…. Did you really think you could..get rid of me… that easy” You struggle to speak, every breathe making you feel weaker and weaker.
———– It was two months since you woke up that Tony let you leave the hospital bed. You were itching to walk, to move, to do anything other than lay in bed and sleep all day. The others had come to visit you. Tony never left your side. Sam would tell you stories to make you laugh, Steve came by to read to you often. Wanda only came once, to tell you how grateful she was for what you had done. Everyone came to see how you were doing. Everyone but Pietro. You had asked Tony about him a few times but he simply said that, after the incident with Ultron, Pietro had been distant with everyone. This pained you slightly, you wanted to know how he was doing. You thought he would have come to see you considering you had just saved his life at the risk of your own.
When Tony finally let you out of your stuffy hospital room, he told you that he was throwing a small party with the team and a few others. Normally, the thought of something like this would make you feel sick to your stomach but honestly, you were just glad to be up and walking around again.
Wanda and Natasha helped you to get ready, much to your disgust. You were grateful that they were helping, it meant a lot to you but you just wished you could be left to your own devices instead of being treated like a baby. You felt fine.
As you walked into the party, everyone turned to look at you, some clapping, some smiling sadly. You looked around the room and a wave of love washed over you. So many people had come by to congratulate you and see how you were doing and it meant the world to you that so many people care. You saw Pietro standing nervously in the corner and as you made eye contact he suddenly dissapeared. You wouldn’t lie, It hurt. But clearly he didn’t feel the same way about you that you did about him. You would take this incident as a new start, It was time to move on from your school girl crush. —– You spend the night drinking and getting round to talking to all of the party guests, thanking them for coming and convincing them that you were in fact doing much better and where ready to get back out there. When you realised that your glass was empty you paced over to the bar, drifting in and out through the waves of people, before flumping on a barstool.
“Overwhelmed?” Steve asks you, swirling his drink around in his hand.
“Very” you smile shyly. “I wasn’t expecting this many people to come” you laugh nervously, glancing around the room.
“So many people love and care for you Y/N. You mean a lot to all of us” He smiles now, a sweet smile that made your heart feel funny.
“I’m not that special” you blush.
“Of course you are” Steve replies as he places a warm hand on yours. “You mean so much to the team, and what you did. Was so amazing. You risked your life for that little shit and he’s not even here to thank you” Steve spits out.
“Language Steve!” you giggle, the alcohol getting to you. “It’s fine honestly, I don’t expect him to thank me, I need to get over that anyway” you grin. Steve frowns now. “You deserve better Y/N you really do”
You shrug at this, down your drink and propose to Steve, “Wanna dance?” You look up and see his eyes wide, looking over your shoulder and embarrassment washes over you. “I’m sorry aha, I think the alcohol is getting to me”
“Actually” A voice from behind you makes you jump slightly. Spinning around in your chair you find yourself face to face with Pietro. “I was hoping we could talk”
“Why should I talk to you!” your voice breaks slightly, your statement louder than you had intended. Many people turned round to see what the fuss was about but you didn’t care. How dare he. After all this time he could have talked to and just when you vowed to get over him, he comes along and ruins your night.
You turn to face Steve. “Y/N, I really think you should talk to him” Steve smiles sweetly.
“Fine” you groan, annoyed at the both of them
You walk quietly down the corridor with Pietro, neither of you speaking a word to each other. You reach the door to his room and follow as he strides in. It may just be the influence of the alcohol but you were so mad at him and you would much rather be dancing with Steve than having this painful conversation right now.
“So are you going to tell me why you dragged me out of my own party or are you just going to make me silently follow you for the rest of the night?” you ask, bitterly.
“Please Y/N, do not be like this”
“THEN HOW SHOULD I BE PIETRO” you scream. “I ALMOST DIED SAVING YOUR LIFE AND YOU WONT EVEN TALK TO ME. YOU DIDN’T EVEN COME TO CHECK IF I WAS ALIVE”
“I knew you were alive Y/N!” Pietro screams back at you. “I sat and asked Wanda every detail after anyone would visit you. I was just so worried-”
“Oh so I save your life and the best you can do is ask your sister if my actions killed me or not” you cut him off. Your voice thick with sarcasm.
Pietro’s face falls now, your words had really hurt him but you couldn’t care less. You watch as he falls to the bed, his head in his hands. He takes a deep breathe and with a trembled voice replies “I wanted to visit Y/N I really did. I just couldn’t face looking at you knowing that you almost died because of me. We are supposed to be saving people. That is part of this job is it not. And because of me… My stupidity.. I almost lost one of the things I love most” He stands up now and begins to pace around the room, getting angrier and angrier at himself. “The second… I woke up, I knew something was wrong with you, It’s like the life had been drained out of you. It was so scary Y/N. So scary. When you fell and everyone was rushing around to save you, I just sat there, shaking. I didn’t know what to do or what had happened and I just sat there like an idiot. You saved my life and it almost cost you yours. I couldn’t face you knowing that 1. I didn’t even try to save you and 2. Your death would be my fault. I thought that maybe, after this whole thing had finished ,I could finally tell you how I felt. But I realised instead that all I do is cause destruction and I love you too much to cause any harm to you Y/N. I tried so hard so stay away, to let you get on with your life . But when I saw you with Steve tonight. I just knew.”
He turned to you now, raising a soft hand to wipe away a tear from your cheek, that you didn’t know was there. “I knew that I couldn’t let you go. Because I love you so much. And I know that you may never feel the same way about me, you have every right to hate me. But no matter what, I love you, and i will do anything to protect you” He closes his eyes now, a tear forming in the corner or his eye. “I just.. I just needed you to know.”
“Oh Piet-” you cry. “I love you too, so much and when you never came when I was in the hospital I was so hurt. I thought that I meant nothing to you” what started off as a small cry, soon turned into full on sobbing.
He took you in his arms and you sobbed into his shoulder, tears staining his perfectly ironed shirt.You didn’t care how much of a mess you were, how much you embarrassed yourself. All that mattered was this moment with him. As you both finally confessed your love for one another.
1. Wash your hair Bottle lifted Hands flexed to squeeze– just right, not too much not too little– Hand cupped Arms lifted to head Then pressure, downwards Moving in circles Pounded by water Keep going until rinsed Repeat? No.
2. Vacuum the floor Hips and back bent Unwind cord Still bent Plug in cord. Jostle handle downwards Push button SHOVE with the thigh SHOVE with the arm SHOVE with the hip PULL with the hamstring STRETCHing backwards GRASPing the handle THROWing all the weight. Repeat? Apparently a lot.
3. Make your dinner Handle clutched Hips shifted to open Stooped down slightly then hand thrust forward Weight shifting shredding deltoids then triceps balance maintained by the deathgrip on the door Plastic container tossed somewhere safe, countertop Oh god, there’s still the heating and eating, too?
4. Write email Hard chair under butt hard plastic wrists Slight movements left right up down, tap–NOT SLIDE– on the mouse pad Fingers creaking stuck, unmoving delete, backspace, undo the right ring and left pinkie have pushed so hard it’s aalllll out of control password accepted Words now would be good. In order would be better.
5. Grade some papers See above, but with more hands jerked tips caught suspended one hand ahead of the other of course on a keyboard A pencil? Do I look like an athlete?
6. Drive to the pharmacy Door opened Paused before the space hip yanked up to fit foot in the well and THUNK, drop all at once into the seat. Arms grip left leg to move it inside Ignore the popping noise Knuckles bent around key wrist snaps to turn– not too long, not too short not like I have much control over that– let go, and left fingers wrap around the wheel Right leg clenches up held on the brake –not too much, not too little– burning already before right arm twists into gear Right leg clenched prepared to slide over ankle flexion burning. And we’re out of the parking space. Only a mile and a half to go!
7. Write some poems notepad opened hands tense over keyboard oh screw it