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Falling (Avengers)

this is a fic that is about the avengers as a group and it was going to be a three part but at this second i’m only confident on one part so expect nothing. thanks.

You grimaced, staring at the white of your thigh. It’s likely very bad that you can’t feel this, can’t feel the searing heat that should be there or the little leaks of blood that’re escaping. Only a couple leaks, luckily. That’s the point of burning the flesh, so the blood doesn’t leak out. Not that you’d been bleeding before you’d been hit with a flamethrower to the thigh at point blank range.

Not the point. What’s also not the point is that you definitely shouldn’t have tried to take on a flamethrower guy on your lonesome, as Steve has so succinctly pointed out over comms at least a dozen times already, but it’s always best to set the scene.

Maybe that’s a bad thing, thinking you’re setting a scene. It’s just your head, and there’s no one else around, nor are you even speaking aloud. And this isn’t a show or movie or book or anything like that. Do burns effect the way a person thinks? Is it like when you go mad with pain? Strange considering you can’t feel any pain. Or not much. There are little shallower burns around the edges but that’s not the point.

And I swear, every time we let you try and fight without a buddy something goes wrong! How- Dammit- How are we supposed to trust you on a mission if you can’t keep yourself from getting wounded to the point of needing time off?” Steve roars in your ear, the twang and screams elicited by his shield as it flies from point to point wherever he is the background to your undressing.

The twang and screams elicited by his shield as it flies from point to point wherever he is the background to your undressing? Now all you can think of is doing a sexy strip tease to a backing track of Steve in battle. A hip bump with every grunt, arms flying high and sliding down your body to the sound of a dying mans scream.

Lay off the kid, you know she’s still learning.” Tony pipes up, his voice sympathetic but you’re barely focused on the conversation right now. An ant is crawling up your hand.

Bullets tear up the earth a few feet from you and you frown at the sight. Why does man have to destroy the earth? What has the earth ever done but feed and clothe us?

Tsunamis, tornados, earth quakes and volcanoes.

“Ha! That’s right.” You giggle, cringing at the high pitched noise of your laugh. Like a keen or a squeak. Hysterical sounding, almost.

What the hell kid? I’m trying to stick up for you.” Tony snaps and you shake your head, trying to refocus on the conversation through the comms.

“Sorry? What?” You mumble, raising a dirty finger and lowering it slow motion toward your burn. Maybe if you prod it, you’ll feel something. A crumb of dirt drops from your palm, landing on the cloth left covering your thigh and someone shouts across the field.

She knows she’s being an idiot, she admitted it.” Steve growls and you blink at the empty field.

Steve, shut up.” Tony snaps, worry in his voice. “Kid, what’re you thinking about right now?”

Steve’s voice starts up again, only to be shushed by Tony once more and radio silence fills your ear.

You rack your brain, what do they want you to say? Are you supposed to provide humour for the group? Is this a sombre moment? You were barely listening.

“It’s strange how geese have teeth. I’m not sure if ducks have teeth but it’s worth looking into, don’t you guys agree? Oh, and there’s an ant and he was on my shin before but he’s on my knee and I think he wants to eat my delicious crispy flesh.”

Please tell me you haven’t eaten any of your burned skin?” Clint begs, the sound of someone gagging coming through the comms.

“No, I haven’t. Should I? Is that… Is that how I’ll be able to feel again cause right now it’s like my leg is… It’s like my leg is dizzy.” You wonder, hearing a soft curse run through the line in your ear.

I’ll see you in one minute, Y/N, and we’re gonna get you on the jet. Where are you?” Tony asks softly, his voice soothing and you yawn at the cadence. Nice.

“Same spot. Never left, I sort of felt vomity so I sat down and then everyone sort of ran off. Probably didn’t want me to be sick on them.” You laugh, only for the sound to die and your eyes to go wide. “Help, guys. Help.”

What? What?”

“The ant is nearly at the wound; it won’t heal good if there’s an ant bite on it. Hurry!”

Oh my god.” Natasha groans and you can’t help softly and bitterly mimicking the sound. A thud sounds as a red and gold robot appears before you.

“Hello, are you real?” You frown, beaming as the bot nods its head. “You’re an AI, you’re so cool!”

“Please be still, Miss.” The automated voice rumbles, kneeling and scooping you into its hard arms. “My scans show you have received third degree burns to two thirds of your left thigh. I have been instructed to take you to the jet, do you object?”

“Nope.” You smile, patting the robots glowing heart happily and trying not to squeak as you’re jostled into the sky.

“You do realize that this could be grounds for you to be taken off the team.” Pietro sighs, and you pout at him. What’s the point of having a beautiful boy on your bed if he’s gonna talk?

“Of all the things I could live without, fighting for my life on a weekly basis- if I’m having a good run, is high on the list.” You shrug, running your fingers through his hair and gazing at him. How is he so pretty? It has to be the hair with his dark eyebrows. Art.

“You’d leave the team?”

“No!” You laugh, the offense and outright amazement in his voice comical. “I’d never leave the team while they’d have me. But I hate running all the time, I hate being so bad at this, I just hate being constantly sick.”

“You love bed rest!” Pietro counters and you laugh, flopping back against the pillow and trying not to visibly wince.

“I love bed rest because I am loved. What I don’t love about bed rest is being in pain. Even lying here with you, mostly still and doing nothing but talking, is utterly exhausting and it feels like someones running lines along my thigh with a dull razor.” You mumble, your eyes drifting around your bed before you push against the mattress, sliding yourself further down the bed and setting your head on your pillow. Pietros eyes meet yours levelly on the other pillow and you avoid his gaze.

“Y/N.” He mumbles softly and you shrug, holding out your hand and interlacing your fingers.


Bad Habit

Originally posted by bolimakura69

Part 10

(Pietro Maximoff x Reader) 

You make a decision that has bigger consequences than you could ever imagine.

Words: 2596 Warnings: Angst, language, violence, (the usual :p)

An: I’m rubbish at summaries, some parts should be spoken in sokovian but I thought it read better in english, just imagine you have an inner translator :p Let me know what you think. x

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Watching Bucky walk away felt like the only untouched piece of your heart was ripped out of your chest, leaving with him. You had never felt so alone, you’d all but lost the man you loved and now Bucky. You still remember the moment you knew he would be your best friend, him and Steve, when you thought it would be forever.

Steve had been cooking a meal for all the Avengers to introduce you and Bucky permanently into the team. You were beyond nervous, assigned to chopping vegetables while Bucky peeled potatoes. Both of you worked in nervous silence, smiling at Steve pottering around the kitchen. You had gotten used to it just being the three of you and you weren’t sure you could handle all these new people.

There was a loud crash as metal hit tile and Steve stood with his hands on hips staring down at the huge pan of Stew splattered all over the floor and all over his trousers. He was silent a moment, then came out with the foulest words you ever heard pass his lips.

You and Bucky both shouted “Language!” at the same time, holding your hands up when Steve spun around his eyes blazing, and you glanced at each other dying not to laugh.

“It just slipped out!” You snickered and Bucky spluttered into laughter, genuine laughter that lit up his whole face and took you down with him into a fit of giggles.

“Yeah, laugh it up jerks.” Steve grumbled before he caved, joining in and throwing towels at you both to help clean up.

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Per qualcuno in una parte del mondo è un 11 Settembre ogni giorno, c'è ancora chi ha coraggio di pronunciare frasi che augurano la morte, sofferenza, oltre ad incitare all'odio e al razzismo. Poi però, oggi, si risveglia la massa, e quel “per non dimenticare” diventa la frase più ipocrita, assurda e contraddittoria detta è scritta da qualcuno. Solo perché la tragedia non avviene nella magica New York, sotto i nostri nasi nelle nostre città, va dimenticata? Il mio pensiero va a tutte, tutte le vittime di un mondo crudele, dove l'odio genera la paura e la paura ti rende debole e manovrabile a piacimento di chi vuole toglierti la libertà di pensare e agire come vorresti, ma ti lascia la possibilità di scrivere l'11 Settembre di ogni anno “per non dimenticare” e il resto va tutto dimenticato.
—  Pietro Papa
Playing House

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants


Warnings: Mentions of smut but no actual smut. Mostly fluff and Nathaniel adoring Pietro.

Summary: Clint brings his kids to the tower for the Holidays. Nathaniel meets Pietro and Pietro gets annoyed by him. Until he finds out that he can use Nathaniel to piss of Clint and woo you with how good he is with kids. 

A/N: This is going to be really fluffy and cute! I hope you guys like it! Also I decided to make this fic really interactive so I’m adding something new! *drumroll* Y/P= Your power. You can decide in your mind what power you want your character to have whether it be like Wanda’s or Pietro’s, something you come up with on your own, or you could just be a really good assassin like Natasha it can be whatever you want! Enjoy and please give me feedback on whether you like this addition or not! 

“Welcome to the tower kids!” Clint says and bursts through the doors and shows off the tower and all it’s splendor to the kids. “What do you guys think? Isn’t it huge?” Clint asks his kids. 

“Ugh. Do we have to go up all those stairs?” Lila complains. 

“I don’t care I’m freezing!” Cooper says and runs over to the heater nearby and sighs in bliss as his numb hands are warmed up. 

“That’s what happens when you forget your gloves buddy.” Clint sighs and shakes his head while Lila made her way over to the elevator with her little pink suitcase. Clint feels someone tug on his pant leg and he looks down and sees the youngest Barton, Nathaniel who was now three and a half years old staring at him. 

“Where’s Mommy?” He asks. 

“Mommy’s going to be at her friend’s house for a few days. She’s spent so much time worrying about you guys I thought she deserved to take some days to herself. But hey it’s great! I get to have you guys all to myself for once!” He says and holds his hand down to Nathaniel’s height to high five it. Nathaniel doesn’t understand and just waddles by him. He waddled because he was covered from head to toe in warm winter gear to keep him from catching a cold. Clint dropped off all the kids stuff in their rooms, Lila with her own and Nathaniel sharing with Cooper. 

“Can we go see you shoot Dad?” Cooper asks and Clint smiles. 

“Yeah Daddy can we! Can we please!” Lila begs. 

“Sure I’ll take you kids down.” Clint says and then Nathaniel comes running up to him. 

“Can I come too?” He asks and Clint sighs. 

“Sorry buddy it’s too dangerous for you to go down there. There’s too many dangerous weapons. But why don’t you play with your toys in the kitchen and then we’ll do something that we can all do together. How does that sound?” Clint asks and Nathaniel sighs and nods. “Good sport. We’ll be right back.” He says and leaves with his siblings. 

Meanwhile Pietro leaned against a wall, watching you work on a computer in Tony’s lab from afar. While his sister stood next to him. You were another new recruit to join the Avengers for Y/P, along with him and his sister. And Pietro was taken with you ever since. You were so beautiful and elegant both with your gorgeous curvaceous body that Pietro desired to see in his bed one night and in the way that you used Y/P, and your kind heart had made the speedster smitten. And he had been flirting with you ever since you walked through those doors. “Are you going to try to ask her out again?” Wanda asks as she flips through a magazine. You left Tony’s lab and he pushed himself off of the wall and ran his hand through his silver hair, signaling he was about to try to convince you to go out with him. 

“Hell yeah I am.” He says and Wanda rolls her eyes again and leaves, knowing how this will end. Like it had countless other times. You rolled your eyes before he even opened his mouth. You knew he liked you since you started here. But also since you started here he had slept with three different girls. “Hello there Printessa.” He says and strides in front of you and winks. 

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Just Live With It (Just Go With It 2)

Sunt deja in durere!AS PROMISED PART 2 IS HERE HEHE 


Anyways, here you go hehe 

Part 1 (Just Go With It)

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Just Live With It (Just Go With It Part 2)

Pietro Fucking Heartbreaker Maximoff x Lovely Fake Ex-Wife Reader

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Y/N hissed under her breath as she fixed Cooper’s collar. Clint knew nothing about the whole shenanigan, of course. He thought the two were just taking his kids out to “that stinky kid’s place”, which was JC McFunnigan’s.

“This is going to be exciting.” Pietro grinned at Lila, who he was carrying in his arms. Lila smiled at him and booped his nose, causing him to giggle.

“Let’s review then, yes?” Pietro announced. “Lila, your name is not Lila, but it is…?”

“Magda!” She exclaimed. She believed that this was all a superhero game where Pietro was her superdad and Y/N was her supermom. At least she got the concept down. Meanwhile, Cooper knew everything.

“Why does my name have to be Coco?” Cooper complained with an irritated scratch of the head. Y/N smiled at him. She loved these kids like family, and she was pretty disappointed that they had to get mixed up in the mess she and Pietro made, but obviously, there was no turning back now. “Because,” he told her, “Your father named you that.”

“And mummy’s name is Devlin,” Pietro told them. Lila raised her brow, “But mummy’s name is Laura.”

“No, no, draga mea, we have been through this.” Pietro sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair out of Lila’s eyes. “Y/N is your mummy and she’s not Y/N, but she’s Devlin.”


“It’s pretend, Lila,” Y/N informed her. “Remember when we played Godzilla?“

Lila thought for a moment before she nodded, “Yeah…”

“And remember how Pietro was pretending to be Ford? The Godzilla slayer?” Y/N smiled at the memory. It was when she and Pietro babysat the kids for a little while during the summer and they had a campfire in the backyard.

“Oh yeah!” Cooper piped up. “And I was Godzilla! Man, we should do that again!”

Lila nodded, “I understand now. Can we play inside now?”

“Leslie, darling!” Y/N exclaimed, arms wide open for a friendly hug. Leslie gladly walked into her arms and Y/N squeezed her lightly before she pulled away, afraid that she might squeeze her to death, literally.

“Devlin!” Leslie exclaimed, equally excited.

“Hello, my love,” Pietro greeted her and planted a little peck on her lips, making Y/N’s stomach turn.

“This must be—”

“My name’s Magda,” Lila spoke instantly, bouncing a little in Pietro’s arms. “And Pee-tee is my daddy and Y/N is my— oops!”

Leslie raised a brow, “Y/N?”

“It’s my second name,” Y/N lied smoothly. “She likes calling me by my second name. She thinks it’s pretty.”

“Oh,” Leslie nodded. Lila turned to Pietro and tugged at his ear, “Can I play now, papa?”

Pietro smiled, the act warming his insides. “Stay close, cel mic,”

“I will,” she said excitedly as she squirmed out of Pietro’s grasp to run off to the slides.

Leslie smiled at the scene and so did Y/N, but with a sigh, she pushed another thought away and turned her attention on Cooper. Leslie smiled at cooper, “You must be Coco.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” it was obvious that Cooper wanted nothing to do with Leslie, because deep inside, he shipped Y/N and Pietro himself. During their first meeting, Cooper had thought that Y/N and Pietro were actually married. He wanted them to be, but not like this.

“What do you like to do, Coco?” Leslie asked him sweetly.

“Well,” Cooper sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I did like hanging out with my dad and all that, I liked it when he and mommy would take me and Li— I mean Magda to the park,” he sniffled. Cooper had concluded that he didn’t like this Leslie girl. How did he come to the conclusion? Y/N’s face when she spoke. He would always pick Y/N over any of Pietro’s girlfriends.

Cooper had been a top theatre student and now, he thought, was a good time to use his moves. He sniffled again and hung his head low.

Pietro looked at him curiously and so did Y/N. What was this kid doing?

“What’s the matter, honey?” Leslie asked sweetly.

You are, Cooper wanted to say, you’re messing with my OTP. (Cooper owned a laptop. He knew his internet slang.)

“I—it’s just—” when Cooper started hiccupping, Y/N crouched down to his height and wrapped him in her arms. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” All Devlin aside, Y/N was genuinely concerned about the boy.

“It was all fun and we were a family until…”

Leslie frowned, “Until?”

“Until?” Pietro asked as well, leaning down and looking at him curiously confused.

With another dramatic sniffle, Cooper cried out, “Until he met you!”

Leslie gasped and looked up at Pietro in utter shock, “Until he met me?”

“No, no, no, no,” Pietro stuttered out and chuckled nervously. “You know papa loves you, Keekee—”

“Coco,” Y/N corrected Pietro. “Mommy and daddy love you, you know that.” Y/N clicked her tongue in a motherly way. “Come, let’s clean your face. No more crying, sweetie, daddy is happy. Come now.” Y/N lifted Cooper up and excused herself to the bathroom, leaving Pietro with an angry looking date.

After swerving through a bunch of kids with heels on, she arrived in bathroom and set Cooper down on the counter.

“What was that?” She asked him quietly while she took out paper towels from the dispenser.

“That was me trying to save Pietro from making the biggest mistake of his life.” Cooper answered her as a matter of factly. Y/N raised a brow and him and shook her head.


“He should be with you or my OTP won’t be canon,” Cooper huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Y/N giggled at his funny language and wiped the wet towel over his face. “What are you talking about?”

Cooper sighed hopelessly, “You know what never mind.”

When Y/N finished cleaning Cooper up, he went over to wherever Lila ran off to and she returned to the two and found them mooching each other’s faces off. She froze in place for a few moments before she realized that this was going to be the norm pretty soon.

During the past few days, Y/N had made a big decision. She didn’t like it, but it was an opportunity to do something different. She can’t keep hanging around and waiting for things to happen.

That night, she returned home with the kids and no Pietro. Lila and Cooper were kaput and she had to call Steve from upstairs to carry Cooper in the tower, where they’ll be staying the night while their real mom and dad take a little vacation in Paris.

Y/N stayed up a little longer than the others and sat by the bar, downing a few shots. She was planning on telling Pietro about her decision, but he decided to run off with his girlfriend. And so when a few turned into a dozen and another and into a full bottle of throat burning Whiskey, and Pietro was still nowhere to be found, she opted for a phone call.

It was three in the morning across the city and Pietro was still awake. Beside him was a sleeping Leslie. Pietro couldn’t sleep. He hasn’t slept since that day he and Y/N created Devlin Maximoff. Devlin Maximoff. Devlin Maximoff. Devlin Maximoff… Y/N Maximoff. Y/N Y/L/N Maximoff.

Pietro shook his head rapidly in hopes that he could rid the thoughts of his best friend from his mind. You’re best friends, he told himself, that’s enough.

In truth, Pietro didn’t want to be friends with Y/N. If given the chance, he wanted to be more. But the thing was he thought that someone as beautiful and amazing as Y/N was too good for a guy like him. He thought it was already a miracle that they were friends, and he was not going to risk what they had because of his feelings.

What would he even say?

Hey, Y/N, I’ve liked you for a while now.

Hey, Y/N, you and I, we’ve been friends for a while but I want something more.

Hey, Y/N, we would make beautiful children.

If he did say those things, what would she say?

I’m sorry, Piet, I don’t like you like that.

I’m sorry I don’t want anything more than our friendship.

Pietro, you fucking weirdo.

With another breath, Pietro rolled over and turned to look at the girl beside him. A few days ago, he had thought that she was the one to replace Y/N from his heart, finally, but once again, as much as he hated to admit it, he was wrong. No one can replace her and Pietro just had to live with that. Pietro reached out to touch Leslie’s face but was stopped when the loud cry of his phone broke the once troublesome silence. Quickly dashing towards the dresser, he picked up the phone as soon as he read the ID.


“Pietro, hey,” her voice was low and raspy, sounding as if she had a sore throat. “Um, you said you were coming home tonight… Where are you?”

Pietro frowned, “I am… I am at Leslie’s, but if you want me to come home, I can—”

“Never mind, Piet,” she cut him off with a frustrated sigh for herself. “I-I can’t do this, alright? I can’t take another day of all this lying,”


“The thing is, I like you, like, a lot more than you maybe want me to, and obviously we can’t have that interfering with your relationship.”

“You like me?” Pietro’s heart was thumping in his chest a million beats per second. He couldn’t seem to find the strength to scream I like you too back.

“Don’t say it again; I’m already getting embarrassed as is. I had to get wasted to do this,” she giggled then hiccupped. There was a silence and Pietro sighed knowingly, “You’re lying in the pile of dirty clothes aren’t you?”

“It stinks but yes,” she laughed to herself silently. “I’m trying to figure out what this is on Stark’s pants…”


“No, too bright to be gravy.”

“Maybe it's—”

“Pietro, no.”

Pietro chuckled and shook her head. There was another silence and Pietro took a breath, “I’m coming home, Y/N,”

“No, don’t,” she said quickly. “You can’t come home.”

“It’s been a long day, I’m going to keep you company.”

“Just stay there, Piet,” she told him. “Stay there, come home tomorrow. It’s too cold to travel out.”

“Do you think I care?”

“I care about you and your safety, and because of that, you should too. Good night, Pietro. Go to sleep.”

“Good night, Y/N,” he said and before he can stop himself, he said, “I love you,”

Y/N side was quiet. It stayed like that until a broken voice spoke, her broken voice spoke and she said, “No, you don’t,”


“Bye, Piet,” and with that she hung up.

“Wait, Y/N—” Pietro groaned in frustration when he realized that he had cut her off.

Tomorrow then, he thought and went back to bed. He lied down and closed his eyes, going over what she had said and their whole conversation until he came up with the conclusion he had been dreading. His eyes snapped open and he sat up, mumbling to himself, “She’s not going to sleep,”

He got up as quickly as he could and stumbled around to grab his jeans and his shirt.

Leslie woke up and looked up at him with tired eyes, “Baby?”

Pietro froze and turned to face her with his left leg stuck in the wrong leg of his pants. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered, stumbling on his words and letting it come out in his own language.

“Pietro, you know how I hate it when you talk to me in your Sokivono.” She huffed, annoyed. “Where are you going? It’s the middle of the night and I—”

“Leslie, shut up,” Pietro found himself saying.

Leslie gaped at him, “Excuse me?”

“You want to know something, baby? Hm?” Pietro took a breath. “I’m not married, yes, and I don’t have three children and Magda’s name is actually Lila and Coco is Cooper and Vision is named Nathaniel Pietro. They’re the great kids of the guy I work with and I love them, but they’re not mine… And Devlin? My "ex-wife”? Her name is Y/N and I am fucking in love with her.“

Angered, Leslie couldn’t help but scream at him, "Pietro you fucking prick!”

“I’m sorry, Leslie, it wouldn’t have worked out anyway.” Pietro shrugged and fixed his jeans. He ran around the room in a flash to collect his things and stopped in front of Leslie. “You think my sister is strange, you hate it when I am myself and you never listen to me, but now I need you to listen and you’ll have no choice but to listen— you and I are through and I am sorry.”

Pietro left Leslie and ran back to the tower anxiously. Something bad was happening and he didn’t like the feeling of not knowing. When he arrived at the tower he found that all the lights were on and everyone was awake— even Lila and Cooper who were crying.

“What’s going on?” Pietro asked Tony, but before Tony could say anything back, Pietro took off in a sprint around the whole floor, opening doors and calling her name. Pietro returned to the main room panting, his eyes brimmed red with tears that burnt him and his chest twisted in a way that caused him pain he couldn’t understand. “Where is she?!” He screamed at the group of heroes before him.

Tony gave him an annoyed look, “We don’t know, Speedy, and your sister isn’t telling us anything.”

In the corner of the room, Wanda sat quietly with a sorrowful look in her eyes. Pietro frowned at her and ran to stand in front of her. “Wanda?”

“She is safe, brother, I promise,” Wanda assured him but Pietro shook his head, “I need to know where she is, Wanda, please,”

Wanda was silent and at this, Pietro turned to leave again she grabbed onto his arm to stop him.

“She does not want me to tell you,” Wanda cried out, holding her brother in place and looking into his eyes. The look on his face brought her pain. Before her stood her brother in a state she has never seen him in— not even when their parents died— broken and helpless. She felt for him, she really did, but she knew Y/N wanted to be alone.

“Wanda, Wanda,” Pietro sobbed, grabbing onto his sister’s robe. He went down on his knees and looked up at her as if she were his only hope. “You must tell me, I beg of you.”

“She is afraid, Pietro,” Wanda forced the words out of her mouth as she stared down at her twin. She couldn’t stand seeing him in the state he was in, and she was currently battling whether or not she would give in for him or keep it in for her. “She does not want to hurt you, nor does she want to get hurt.”

“Wanda, you do not understand,” Pietro almost yelled out, his voice breaking at every word. “Sunt deja in durere!”

Wanda brought a hand up to her mouth to silence her sobs. She could not bear to see her one and only family, her brother, her twin, her partner in crime, hurting as much as he was now. She could feel his hands shaking as he held onto her wrists and his shoulders trembling as he pressed his face into her stomach. She could not take it, which lead her to apologizing to Y/N.

“She left for the headquarters,” said Wanda, causing Pietro’s face to look up at her. “Agent Coulson is relocating her to Europe.”

Wanda pulled her brother up and reached up to wipe his tears away. Pietro leaned towards her touch and leaned forward to kiss her forehead gratefully. Wanda gave him a faint smile, “Go,” and so he did.

He ran over a hundred miles on foot, restlessly trying to get to her in time. That night, a record was set for most car alarms being activated at the same time throughout the streets of New York. Whilst Pietro was on the way, Tony made his own commands towards S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Do not let that girl get on a jet, do you understand me?” he yelled into his phone to an agent on site. The agent replied with a yes, sir before he hang up and did what he had to do.

Y/N was sat in a white room, occupying one from the row of empty chairs while Coulson got called to get her itinerary. She was relieved that he had left her side for at least that moment. The man couldn’t stop bugging her about why she smelled like alcohol and dirty laundry, and why was she wearing a dress in the middle of the night. Y/N was too lazy to explain herself, so she just shrugged him off and told him to drive.

As she waited, she rethought about everything she was about to do. Moving to another continent? Was she crazy? Yes, she was crazy. She was going crazy because she was where she was. She could start fresh out there, grow out of heartbreak, find someone new, start a healthy relationship… but was it all worth it? Was the risk of having a new life worth leaving her friends? The group of idiots in a tower she called her family?


Suddenly, she longed to feel his touch; to hear his voice tell her to stop and come back to him. To feel his warm hand wrapped around hers. To feels arms around her body like he did when she felt cold like she was at that moment. To hear him say—


Y/N whipped her head to the side to see a tired looking Pietro, panting with his hands on his knees as he bent over and tried to regain his breath. “Y/N,” he said again.

Y/N stood from her seat and took in the sight in front of her as Pietro straightened his posture. He stood across from her in the other end of the room. Her heart was beating as fast as he could run, and so was his. She wanted run over to him and wrap her arms around him and tell him everything she ever wanted to tell him, but she couldn’t. She was frozen, yet she said, “I told you not to come home until tomorrow,”

“It is tomorrow,” He replied, taking careful steps towards her. “And I came home, draga mea. I came home to you… but you weren’t there.”

“I told you to go to sleep.”

“But I knew you weren’t going to do the same,” he said, stopping just a few feet in front of her. She felt a tear run down her cheek as she saw the state he was in. He looked tired, drained and in so much pain. She couldn’t help but feel guilty, knowing that somehow she had caused this.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came here for you.”

“I’m leaving,” she told him.

“Then I’m coming with you.”

Y/N blinked and took in a breath. “What made you change your mind?”

Pietro shook his head and gave her a small smile, “My mind was made since the first day I saw you on that table, I just didn’t know it… until now.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip and prevented a sob to come out of her mouth, yet the corners of her mouth were turned up as a smile forced its way onto her lips. Pietro saw her reaction and couldn’t help but do the same.

“Te iubesc,” Pietro whispered loud enough for her to hear. Loud enough for her to understand. Loud enough for her to believe and run into his arms like one would in a cliché love film. She cried into his chest and nodded, “I love you too, Piet.”

Pietro wound his arms around her shaking frame and buried his face into her hair until they both calmed down. She then leaned back and looked up into his eyes and held his face in both her hands. “Pietro?”

Pietro smiled, “Yes, dragoste?”

“I’m glad I fake married you.” She smiled and leaned up towards him, meeting him halfway as he leaned down and caught her lips in a much awaited kiss. His mind went hazy and her heart raced faster. None of them could have imagined the feeling of each other’s lips would be the best feeling in the world.

Pietro pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers. “Your kiss felt different.”

Y/N giggled and shut her eyes, “Good, because you’ll have to live with it.”

Pietro nodded and chuckled, “I look forward to it,”

With a content sigh, Y/N smiled, “Let’s go home.”

Sunt deja in durere! - I am already in pain!

I hope you liked this series !! I had fun writing it. 

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In case you missed it, here’s part one!!

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Daddy!Erik bonding with his babies and preggy!Charles watching lovingly from afar. I just think Erik is a softie behind his cold and harsh appearance. Maybe erik chasing them down the hall while their playing hide and seek. Erik saying i love you back to them. Sjsjdkdjd. Gentle erik makes me vomit rainbows.

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Fandom: Marvel,Avengers

Characters: Clint Barton,Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 771

Warnings: Cursing

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Ps. This is complete crack,so hopefully it will make you laugh :3


It was a warm and sunny day,perfect for the Avengers’ day off.You and the Maximoff twins have wanted to go to the beach for quite sometime,but you’ve never quite had the chance.Also,you all have needed some one to drive you there and make sure you don’t get into trouble.This was the perfect day for your little trip.So you all begged for Clint to take you out.

The first thing you and the twins do is drag Clint to the pier,ready to spend lots of money playing on the game stands for a while.The pier didn’t bother Clint,especially since you as a group haven’t changed into beach attire yet.However the games were quite difficult to win,and the games you scored points on had especially expensive,near impossible to win prizes.

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