Feeling a Bit Woozy Baby?(Pietro x Reader) Part 4/?
»Reader is very close with Pietro but when he is sedated and reduced to acting like a 3 year old she is forced to take care of him. This ensues food, entertainment,keeping him out of trouble, bathing and bed time. And to think the reader is being kept from a mission for this.«
A/N: Halooo \(°*°)/ i am here with part 4 , i know sorry no gif this time but look at that cute pic, its beautiful and it still does the job haha anyway thanks again for all the feedback i love love love seeing you guys fangirl so keep it coming. This is so fun to write too! So ill keep writing as long as u keep on wanting them lol well carry on reading now. - Until the next one! :3
“Well then!!! Since when are you two a thing?!?! Also you should probably put some ice on that (Y/N).” Tony couldn’t have walked in at a worse moment. He could have seen you when you were eating sandwiches but nooo it had to be when you had accidentally fallen asleep on each other.
You were cupping your jaw with your hand while staring at Tony from eyes wide beyond belief. You felt like you had just been caught committing treason against SHIELD, your face felt hot and your heart was about to burst out of your chest. You just sat there for a few seconds dreading having to come up with a good explanation that didn’t sound like you and Pietro have been together behind everyone’s backs.
While you were panicking in your own head Pietro was just panicking in general. He looked at you terrified and it broke your heart. He looked like a little boy who’s afraid of thunder during a storm.
“ ‘mm sso so-orry i did n-not mmean to ”
Pietro desperately apologized and you weren’t sure if he was apologizing for your jaw or for falling asleep on you. “No Pietro It’s oka-” You tried to calm him down a bit but Tony interrupted
“Yeah. Ice. Definitely. Now speak up love birds or ill send the picture of your little nap to everyone on the team, Nat would love it, as for your sister I’m not so sure.” Tony grinned waving his phone at you both tauntingly.
You closed your eyes trying to get your ideas straight. “Listen Tony. It’s not what you think.”
But this time Pietro interrupted.“No-Nothing hap-happened Tonny i ssswear! i-it is mmy fault i fell ‘sleep b-but itss not w-what it looks like!” Pietro was all worked up and flustered trying to convince Tony that it wasn’t what he was already very convinced of.
“Oh yeah Silverlocks? Not what it looks like? Okay then. (Y/N) why do you have a hickey?” Tony pointed at your neck and Pietro’s gaze followed.
“Why do i have a - I HAVE A HICKEY???!?!?!?” You looked at Pietro who had sat back down and was hiding his face in a sofa cushion.
“PIETRO???!?!??????????” You got your phone and turned on the camera to look for yourself.
“Geez shouldn’t you know?” Tony was starting to get on your nerves. You turned your head to look at your neck and lo and behold there was a light purple bruise on your neck and a red mark on your jaw where another bruise would form if left untreated. You put your phone down.
“Listen Tony i don’t know how this happened but you gotta believe me we weren’t and probably never will make out. Fury must have told you about Pietro’s state. He still has the sedative in his system so please just let me figure this out and take care of him, just delete that picture. Please.” You managed to sound composed while saying that, hoping Tony was in a merciful mood.
“Boy you just had to guilt trip me didn’t'cha? You’re no fun. Ok deal, you take care of Quickstutter over there and I’ll delete the picture. But if you do end up together i get to tell everyone!” Tony said and left the room mumbling something about never getting to have fun.
You let out the breath you were holding in with relief. At least you have one thing less to worry about. Now on to why in the world you have a hickey.
“Pietro?” You said and he slowly lifted his head from the pillow with a guilty puppy look.
“Can you explain how this happened?” You asked him in a very nice calm voice. Pietro nodded slowly while still staring at the sofa cushion. He sucked in a breath and was about to explain but then stopped and remained silent.
You were confused but when he looked up at you through his lashes you brain sort of clicked. “You don’t want to speak?” Pietro shook his head.
“Is that why you hadn’t talked since you spoke at first today?” You were getting better at using the mommy voice you didn’t know you had. He didn’t respond.
“Can you write it down?” You asked pointing at a piece of paper that was on the coffee table. He shook his head no.
“Can you type?” You said taking out your phone again and offering it to him.
He nodded and took your phone. When he was done he handed it back to you and lifted up the cushion so it hid the bottom half of his face.
You read: ‘i do that to myself in my sleep sometimes, the hickeys, usually my wrist, im verry sorry (Y/N), and im so so sorry i hit your jaw’
You brought your hand up to your neck and were thinking about how you would conceal it with make up when the thought of Pietro actually giving you a hickey crossed your mind and your ears went red at the fact that that actually happened. Pietro must have been thinking the same because now his whole face was behind the cushion.
“Pietro its…its fine, let’s just forget about it.” You said and he agreed but you both knew you that wasn’t gonna happen.
“It’s late, i have to take a shower an- Are you okay??” Pietro had his head in his hands. You kneeled in front of him so you could look at his face. “Piet are you okay, what’s wrong?” You said in a more serious tone.
Pietro closed his eyes tight and shook his head. His breathing was sped up.
“Are you lightheaded? Do you have a headache?” Pietro nodded.
“Both? Both. Okay c'mon.” You said pulling him up and guiding him to the bathroom in your room, that was the closest. While walking there you were looking at his arms and noticed two fading bruises that you hadn’t noticed before. One on his wrist and one on his bicep.
‘oh my god he actually did it in his sleep’ Your blushed, he probably never intended to let anyone know about that.
Once there, you made him sit on the toilet while you looked through the very assorted medicine cabinet.
You got out pain killers, and an instant ice pack for your jaw. Then you filled up a cup that was there with water and handed it to Pietro with the pills. He thankfully took them but he was still worked up so his breathing hadn’t slowed down. While holding the ice pack to your jaw you sat down next to him on the edge of the bathtub and spoke in the most relaxing tone you could muster.
“Pietro, sweetie, i need you to calm down, if you don’t slow down your breathing you are going to pass out. You are supposed to be getting better today not worse. Everything is fine now. Okay? Nothing actually happened. Now i need you to take slow deep breaths for me.”
Pietro started to do so and calm down and after a few minutes he was better.
“There, isn’t that much better?” You asked “No reason to panic.” You smiled
And he smiled back. You were glad to see that smile, he had scared you there for a second, so seeing him okay again made you breathe easier. You sat there in silence for a few seconds before you realized you were staring at each other and you both looked away embarrassed.
“Well as i was saying before it’s getting late, i need to shower.” Pietro nodded and then you remembered. “…aand so do you….okay uh I’ll…I’ll go first then we figure out how to work out the rest.” You said standing up, Pietro following suit but stumbling off balance. Luckily you caught him. “Take it easy, don’t want you falling and breaking an arm or something.” You gently nudged him out the bathroom door.“Now go wait for me on the couch while i shower.” You almost didn’t close the door, he looked so sad to be kicked out.“Go on watch tv or something…be careful don’t trip on anything.”
oh and if you’re gonna be rude about my opinion or my way of seeing arzaylea in this story, please leave the premises thank you:)
I push Luke off, wiping my mouth and staring at him with disbelief.
“Princess, you don’t want to go to Cell 23, do you?” He smiles at me. He had to be fucking kidding me.
“To be honest, I’d rather go.” I scoff and turn around, going to god knows where. I can hear Luke call my name and I just ran, ran to any place to get away from him. As I turn around the corner, I bump into someone, making them spill their liquid they were holding and it got all over my clothes.
“Hey, why don’t you fucking watch where you’re going, hm?” A woman’s voice says, getting up and wiping off her apron. “Great, now I have tea all over my shirt.” I look up as her long nails scratch her apron as she dusts off her apron. She sees me staring and rolls her eyes. “Don’t you have to go and polish some silverware, slave?” She spits.
“Excuse me,” I stand up, “but last time i heard, this was Luke Hemming’s house, not someone who was carrying tea for him.” She walks towards me, her eyes glaring until we both hear Luke clear his throat.
“Sir,” the girl says, turning around, her hands now together.
“Arzaylea, I see you’ve met my new servant.”
“Well, your new servant just spilled your favorite herbal tea all over the carpet.” I was about to say something, but Luke he put up his hand, probably knowing I was gonna cuss her ass out.
“Well, make some more then. She’s not used to the house.” He says, giving her his handkerchief.
“Sir, that took me 45 minutes to perfect for you.”
“Then waste another 45 minutes,” he says, growling at her, “and make it two.” He says, looking at me. She looks back at me and gives me some sort of death look.
“Sir, may I talk to you?” She grabs his arm and takes him around the corner. Okay, I knew I stood up to Luke, but she could grab him like that? Even I was afraid to do that. Even Ashton.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Arzaylea growls at me, handing me back my handkerchief. “‘She’s here for two seconds and you already found yourself a new sex toy?” I laugh at her gesture. I could see her cheeks flare up red and I watch as she take her apron off, exposing her cleavage popping through her black low cut shirt.
“May I remind you, you work for me?” I mention.
“Don’t give me that shit, you know I’m much more than that,” she creeps her hand up my shoulder and rubs it, her face getting closer to mine. “Remember when I was the only one that wanted to stay here? Remember when you picked me off the dirty ass streets and saved me? Remember us?” She says, then she places a long kiss on my lips, her lipstick probably getting all over my face. Then she pulls away, her eyes glaring at me. “But now that bitch shows up, you’re not gonna give me any attention?”
“She’s special.” That was all I could say. I didn’t want to talk to Arzaylea. I just needed to leave.
She clicks her tongue and takes her hand off my shoulder. “Well, have fun but when you’re in the mood to fuck and SHE’S not around, don’t come crying to me.” And with a whip of her hair, she turns around, walking towards the elevators. I turn back around the corner and Y/N was gone, the big tea stain still on the ground. God damn it, I was probably gonna have to get used to this.
“So, she blamed you for spilling her tea?” Ashton says, wiping off the tea on my shirt. He gets off my bed and walks over to my bag to grab another shirt.
“Yup. Who is she anyway?” I get up and slip off my herbal scented shirt and threw over to the chair. Ashton turns around and his eyes widen and his mouth drops open. I laugh at his gesture. “Can I have my shirt?” He snaps out of it and throws me the navy blue sweater, and then sits back down.
“Uh, Luke saved her from getting raped from some dudes and they’ve been fucking nonstop since they were like 16.”
“Yeah, I have a question about that,” I say, sitting back on the bed, joining Ashton, “if Luke is 19, and I’m 18, and he’s been doing this for like 4 years…” Ashton laughs and runs his fingers through his fluffy hair. Well it looked fluffy.
“His parents started this, he just carried on their legacy when he turned 17.”
“What happened to his parents?”
“They moved to Europe for retirement.”
“But they can’t be that old.”
“Oh, they’re not. But they’re rich, so they can retire at whatever age they want. Hell, they could’ve retired at age 20 if they wanted.” We both laugh.
“I don’t know how I’m gonna get through a year of this fucker constantly trying to make me his little sex toy.” I said, burying my head in the pillow.
Ashton laughs. “Well, that’s what I meant when girls don’t even last the year.” Then, we both hear this beeping and I looked around, wondering where it was coming from. Ashton bursts into laughter at my reaction and sighs. “That’s your arm,” he laughs.
“Oh,” I laugh along with him. I look down at my arm and watch as the notification start to form in my arm.
“It’s 8:30. Time for dinner.” Ashton says, jumping off the bed and walks toward the door, with me following behind.
“Why so late?”
“We had to show the servants around and stuff, it’s stressful. But once the schedule is fixed, we usually eat at 7.” Ashton says, closing my door, leading me towards the elevator.
We enter the dining hall and the table was fucking long. There was even at least 5o left over seats that no one took. On the table, there was a long line of different foods, from rotisserie chicken, to salads, to pastas. It was like the last supper times 50. Ashton chuckles at my amazement about how I’ve never seen this much food and places his hand on my back, leading me to two empty seats that happened to be right across from Ashley.
“Y/N, oh my god, it feels like fucking forever.” She says with a full mouth of pasta. I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
“This is Ashton, one of Luke’s assistants,” I say, taking my seat. Ashley looks at me with wide eyes and winks one of them at me. I mouth her no, and also thanking god that Ashton didn’t see that. We continued to eat for about 10 minutes until we all hear a glass clinking and the clearing of a throat. Damn it. I look up from my food and look at Luke, who was staring right back at me and Ashton. He realizes that he was staring and turned his attention back to the girls.
“Welcome to the first dinner as a part of the Hemmings team, unfortunately, the rest of our dinners will not be like this, unless for a special occasion. But, usually, we eat in different lunches. It’s in your rules, follow them well.” He tips his glass, “To a new life.” He glances over at me and takes a sip, along with the rest of us. He sits back down, not taking his eyes off me and Ashton. I would throw him a couple of glances now and then but I tried really hard not to look at him and hope he wouldn’t acknowledge me.
“Is he usually this nice?” asks Ashley.
“No, not at all. I mean, he could be if he was in a good mood but he will make you do the stupidest things in the world. From brushing his dogs teeth to getting up at 4 in the morning to go jogging with him.” Ashton says, taking a sip of the wine in front of us. “But he makes me do that, and everyone’s tasks are different.”
“I really want to see his stage room. I heard he has all of these guitars and instruments there and I really want to try them out.” Ashley exclaims, putting her napkin down. Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder and I thought it was Ashton, but looking over at him, we both looked up to the very intimidating Luke standing above us, his tie changed and his teeth taking in his lip ring.
“May I see you Y/N?” he says, with everyone else staring at us. I hesitated a bit and looked over at Ashton, who gave me the it’s okay look. I took a long sigh and placed my napkin on the table, standing up and following Luke outside of the dining hall. Once the door was shut, he grabs my wrists and pins me up against a small table right outside the hall.
“I said you were to stay away from Ashton.” He growls at me, his grip tightening on my wrists.
“Ashton and I are friends, something I’m gonna need if I’m staying in this hellhole for another year.”
“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but there aren’t any friends in hell.”
“Why do you target me? Or is this something you just enjoy?” I say, whimpering at the pain he tightens around my wrist.
“You’re just different and I like that,” he says.
“Just because I don’t want to be your little sex toy or I am the only one that doesn’t fall her knees, doesn’t make me different.”
“It’s not that, you’re just different. I see it in your eyes.” He says, staring down his face getting closer to mine.
“Listen here dickwad, I’m only here to work for you, not to be your sex toy, so if you want that, you might as—“
And suddenly he laughs at me, interrupting me. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” My eyes widen as I watch him take his lip ring in between in teeth.
“Why the hell would you think that?”
“Because you find me resistible when obviously, I’m not.” I couldn’t believe him. I pushed him and he stumbles back on his feet.
“One, just because I don’t want to get in your pants doesn’t mean I’m a virgin. Two, if you want my respect, drop the whole fuck boy act and start acting like an adult. You might be 19, but you have the hormones of a 15 year old.” And like that, I left him, entering back into the dining hall, rubbing my now bruised wrists, grabbing a seat besides Ashton.
okay im super sorry this took long and its really short
im updating angels vs demons pt. 2, nice to see you again pt. 2, ceo luke pt. 5, and i have like three other fanfics im doing ANDDDD i have a lot of homework and three tests to study this weekend and i have to do volunteer hours and stuff sooooo im sorry if im not on in a long time and i promise i will get my shit together