Can I have a Pietro request where your a mutant like him and Wanda and you’re an avenger and he gets you pregnant, but you decide to run away because you didn’t want to put your child in any harm and Pietro tries to beg you to stay. Its a long request sorry.
I really hope you like it!!!!!!
Word Count: 3643
The world was suddenly ending. The birds had stopped chirping, everything was completely silent, except for an ominous rushing sound. When the rushing had stopped only a faint ringing was left from the destruction. Two pink lines had just shredded apart every bit of (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s life. You could hear a heart wrenching sob from somewhere off in the distance, but it sounded so far away. Spots danced in front of your eyes as the edges of your vision started to go black. You could see the ceiling of your bathroom window becoming further and further away with every passing second. A cold passed through your body as it came into contact with something hard. You turned your head trying to figure out what was going on, but you were slipping away and honestly you didn’t care. The sunlight coming in through your bathroom window felt cold. The bright and happiness of the world couldn’t overcome the darkness you felt. Your last thought, was how the world could continue to spin as yours had stopped.
After you had woken up you had started packing. You couldn’t tell Pietro about the baby. Tears streamed down your face. You and Pietro had, had a stupide drunken one night stand. Of course that’s what it had been to him, but it had been more to you. Since the twins had decided to fight against Ultron you had a crush on the silver hair Russian.
“What are you doing?” You jumped at the sound of his voice nothing usually surprised you with your super hearing. It wasn’t nearly as cool as Wanda or Pietro’s power but it was a part of you. You were quiet and liked to listen to others. You regretted turning around. Pietro’s eyes widened with concern. You probably looked horrible. You wiped your wet cheeks with your sleeve and gave a shrug.
“I’m leaving.” You turned back around and grabbed the rest of your clothes. You had already talked to Tony who was letting you borrow his jet. He’d also insisted on giving you a credit card which had god knows how much money in the bank account. You had refused to tell why you were leaving, but he wanted to make sure you would be ok. He had become like a father to you in the short time you had known him. You had also cleared it with Director Fury, he had been less pushy, and he understood the need to get away. He had set you up with a house out in Colorado. You felt Pietro’s warm large hands on your arms, turning you to face him.
“Why? Where are you going?” His voice had raised an octave with panic. Shaking him off you grabbed your bag. He was begging you to stay but you kept walking. His yelling had caught the attention of everyone in the living room. The minute you walked in everyone’s eyes were on the two of you. Natasha stood up ready to jump into action; the two of you had always been close. You shook your head at her and she sat back down but her body was still tensed up. Everyone else besides Tony stared at you confused.
“I’m going away for a little while, alright?” You tried to make a break for the elevator but Pietro grabbed your arm effectively keeping you there. You couldn’t bear to look at him.
“I think you should let (Y/N) go, now.” Tony was now standing behind you. You looked at the couch everyone was standing now. A fresh track of tears marked your cheeks. This ragtag bunch had become your family, leaving them had been the hardest decision you had ever made.
Pietro outnumbered let go of your arm defeated. You hurried to the elevator before anyone could try and convince you to stay. As you stepped into the elevator you looked at your family. Pietro was already gone. Steve, Bruce, and Tony smiled at you, but you could tell they were holding back tears. Natasha and Clint smiled but you could see the suspicion in their eyes. One face surprised you though. Wanda stood near the back of the group, her eyes full of knowing.
When you finally reached the plane you lost it. You sobbed into the soft leather seats and protectively put your arms around your belly. As you rose into the night air the stars seemed to shine brighter than usual. Taking that as a good sign you went to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You were not going to let your baby think that you didn’t want him or her. You put your hand on your flat stomach, from what you read you wouldn’t start to show till about twelve weeks. You looked at your phone, ten more weeks to go.
It had only been ten weeks. You hadn’t even started on making a life. You had been watching the news trying to find out what was happening with the Avengers. None of the news stations had much information on what had happened in Sokovia. You had just finished unpacking all of the baby stuff you had bought in town. You stepped onto the porch, the house was beautiful but you loved being outside. The house had a wonderful landscape and you had already decided that before you got too fat you would plant an herb garden in one of the desolate flower beds. You put your hand on your fast growing belly. It was about the size of a volleyball, you needed to get set up with an OB but everything had been so busy.
The minute you heard the black SUV’s pull up your heart started to beat a little faster. Dread filled your body as you turned around and saw Director Fury get out of the first one. Your stomach dropped to your feet when a tear streaked Wanda stepped out of the second. You leaned against the porch railing as they approached. Director stood behind Wanda allowing her to tell you.
“He’s gone.” She said her voice frail and cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. Your world had only just been rebuilt, but it was now crashing down around you. You fell to your knees and screamed. Wanda rushed to your side speaking soothing words but nothing helped. In your emotional state you heard her mention something about the baby and that shut you up. In all the parenting books you recently bought they mentioned how bad stress was for the baby. You took some deep breaths trying to slow down your heart beat. Wanda played with your hair trying to keep you calm. When you were finally able to get up Wanda lead you to the new couch you had bought. You sunk into the plush cushions allowing yourself to take some comfort. The three of you sat in silence for what seemed like forever; the room was filled with tension both of them didn’t want to upset you. They were treating you like you were made of glass. You couldn’t take it.
“I’m pregnant not a china doll, now will one of you please tell me what happened to the father of my unborn child.” You said through gritted teeth. Fury looked surprised for a moment before nodding to Wanda. Wanda managed to get through the whole story without breaking down, you envied her for that because you cried the entire time. You couldn’t help but laugh. Wanda and Fury both looked at you like you were crazy but you couldn’t help it. That was your Pietro he was a cocky son of a bitch but he had a heart of gold. You were proud of him; you only wished you could have told him about the baby. You hugged your belly.
“I want you to come back to New York.” Wanda’s voice snapped you back into reality. You stared at the brunette. You had never been close with her before you had left the tower. She hesitantly reached her hand out towards your belly but stopped before reaching your belly. Before she could fully retract her hand you grabbed it surprising her. She watched in wonder as you placed her hand on your belly. Suddenly your belly tensed and you felt a jab. Wanda nearly jumped straight into the air, but you laughed your baby was moving.
“I’ll come back I want my baby to know their aunt.” You and Wanda both smiled at each other before hugging. You were both connected by this baby; it was your last link to Pietro. You may have lost a love that could have been, but Wanda had lost half of her soul, and you’d be damned if you didn’t help her through this.
The plane ride back to New York from Colorado was much less comfortable. Your back hurt from the sitting so long and now that your baby was big enough to kick he/she didn’t stop. Wanda tried her best to make you comfortable while Fury spent most of his time in the cockpit. By the time you landed in New York you were tired and very irritable. On the ride to the tower you were able to get a little sleep, by the time you reached the tower it was nearly eleven in the morning and the baby had stopped kicking he/she must be a night owl.
When you made your way out the elevator you were surprised to see the whole team holding a banner saying welcome home! They were more surprised seeing you. They had been scrambling to put the banner up now everyone stood there frozen staring at your belly.
“Who the hell do I have to kill?” Tony asked his voice rough. You had no doubt that if he could, he would kill Pietro. Wanda tensed next to you but you put a hand on her shoulder. You walked to the couch you needed to sit. The group parted like the red sea for you to get to the couch but they never stopped looking at your belly. Plopping down on the couch you smiled at your over protective family. All of them looked murderous.
“Guys you don’t have to worry about the father.” You said slowly your throat tightening a little. The entire team let out a collective scoff.
“The hell we don’t he needs to know he now has responsibilities.” Steve said passionately. He had grown up in a different era. Secretly he probably disapproved of your pregnancy but he would never say anything. But he would expect the father to step up and be a man. You shook your head.
“You don’t have to worry about the father because he’s dead.” You choked out and quickly wiped away a tear, you needed to calm down. Things suddenly fell into place for the team as they realized who the father was. Natasha rushed to your side and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. Clint slowly approached and he sat on the coffee table in front of you. He handed you his open wallet. You hesitantly grabbed the wallet and found a picture of women with a little girl and a little boy. There was another picture of the same woman holding a brand new baby.
“His name is Nathaniel Pietro Barton; I can never thank Pietro enough for giving me the chance to know my son.” You and Clint were both crying by now. You stood up and embraced Clint, everyone else decided to join and now you were in the middle of group hug. Where ever Pietro was you couldn’t help but feel proud of him. The baby decided that he/she wanted in on the fun and started to wiggle. You smiled down at your belly, you had most of your family back and for right now that was enough.
The past eight months had flown by. As soon as you’d gotten back everyone had gotten baby fever. Natasha had been buying baby clothes like crazy. Steve had put together the baby’s crib while Tony had added on a complete nursery. Wanda never seemed to leave your side though. Your belly stuck out nearly a foot from your body so you were grateful for all her help.
You both sat on the couch while some trashy reality show played in the background. You had your swollen feet propped up while Wanda sang Russian lullabies to your belly. The babies loved her singing they always seemed to calm down when she sang which gave you a break from their wiggling. You listened to their heart beats, which were in unison. They were asleep. Wanda had been ecstatic when you had found out you were pregnant with twins, but you had decided to wait to find out the sex of the babies. Suddenly Clint busted into the room startling the both of you. But Wanda just smiled mischief shining in her eyes.
“(Y/N) will you come with me for a second I want to show you something.” Clint asked excitement filled his voice. You looked at Wanda but she just shrugged her shoulders and helped you up. Wanda and Clint waited by the elevator practically bouncing up and down while you waddled over. Once in the elevator Clint hit the button for the sky deck. You stood there absolutely stumped wondering what the hell Clint had down. Everyone was up there crowded around something while smiling and laughing. When they caught sight of you their smiles only grew and they stepped away.
Your breath hitched. His back was turned to you but you’d know that silver hair anywhere. Waddling as fast as your swollen feet would carry you grabbed his arm and turned him. The breath left your lungs while Pietro’s eyes grew as big as saucers. His stumbled back from you in surprise.
“How is this possible?” You asked reaching out to touch his face. He was real this wasn’t your imagination. Clint and Director Fury stepped forward with the biggest grins ever.
“With the help of Dr. Cho and some Asgardian technology we were able to bring speedy Gonzales back; he’s been recovering for the past eight months.” Director Fury said, but you didn’t care. Anger flowed like lava through your veins. You looked to Wanda expecting the same reaction but she was just smiling. You slowly turned around to face Fury.
“So you’re telling me you let me believe that the father of my unborn children was dead for eight months?” Everyone took a step back, they knew how bad your temper was when you weren’t pregnant and it had only gotten worse since you had been pregnant. Clint stepped forward.
“Now (Y/N) before you jump to conclusions you have to understand we didn’t know if he would make it. We didn’t want to give you false hope, Dr. Cho just cleared him.” You took a deep breath you knew that they were just trying to protect you. You turned back to Pietro who was still standing there his eyes wide as he looked at your belly. You moved to waddle towards him when you felt a gush of water soak your yoga pants. Then there was chaos Steve and Tony were rushing around like chickens with their heads cut off. Natasha went to go grab your bag while Bruce went to go get a car. Wanda had you sit down while she went to go call your OB. You looked over at Pietro who was sitting beside you holding your hand.
“That’s why you left isn’t it? Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was full of pain and betrayal. At the sound of his voice you smiled and cried. Again this seemed to scare him.
“Are you ok? Are you in pain? Do I need to get Wanda?” He got up to leave but you pulled him back down. You didn’t want him out of your sight.
“I’m fine I just missed you. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. I’ve thought about it for the past eight months and the only thing I can say is that I was afraid that you would run away.” You were full on crying now, you hid your face. You felt Pietro’s fingers lifting your face to look at him.
“I would have never left you printsessa. Before you left I wanted so bad to tell you I was falling in love with you. Ever since that night with you I couldn’t look at another woman. You ruined all other women for me. I love you.” Pietro’s eyes brimmed with tears. Without thinking you crashed your lips against his. They were still as soft as the first time you had kissed him. Sadly it the kiss was ruined by a contraction. You broke the kiss and yelped in pain. You held Pietro’s hand and waited for it to pass. When Wanda came up with your bag Pietro carried you to the elevator.
“Pietro put me down, I’m too fat.” You said trying to wiggle yourself out of his arms. He just scoffed and smiled at you. You couldn’t help but blush.
“Two things printsessa, one you’re not fat you’re pregnant. Second I have missed out on your entire pregnancy let me feel useful.” You laughed at his ideology. He was completely useful without him you wouldn’t be pregnant. But you didn’t get the chance to say that as another contraction hit. You tensed up and Pietro held you close.
By the time you reached the hospital everyone besides Wanda was panicking. You on the other hand felt like you were dying. When you finally got into the delivery room the doctor said you were ready to push.
“Alright Dad were gonna need you to hold mom’s hand tight and encourage her.” Pietro nodded as he pushed a piece of hair off your sweaty forehead. You wanted to laugh at him, he looked so cute in hospital scrubs, but you were in too much pain. After thirty minutes of pushing you gave birth to a beautiful little boy.
“Alright Dad come cut the umbilical cord.” Pietro turned white as he looked at the tiny baby in the doctor’s hands. He hesitantly took the scissors and gently cut the cord. Of course right at that moment the baby decided to scream nearly causing his poor daddy to have a heart attack. Enjoying your quick breather you laughed, earning a scowl from Pietro. Then you felt you’re back tense up and you groaned. Pietro was instantly back at your side. He looked at the doctor scared.
“What’s wrong, is she okay?” Your doctor looked at you confused and you pinched the bridge of your nose. You looked over to Pietro.
“I’m sorry I forgot to mention were having twins.” The blood completely drained from his face at this revelation.
“I swear to god Pietro Maximoff if you faint on me while I have this baby I will kill you again.” Another contraction hit and this time you screamed and tightened your grip on his hand. One more big push and in the doctors hands was a screaming little girl. You laughed at her fire. Finally having both babies outside of you, they brought your baby boy over so you could hold your babies.
Your little boy was all cleaned up while your little girl was still all covered in blood. Pietro stood next to you in awe tears freely falling from his eyes. You had your family back. You kissed the top of your babies’ heads speaking softly trying to calm them down. You pulled them closer together the minute their hands touched they calmed down. After the babies calmed down the nurses took them to clean your little girl and do weight and measurements on your little boy. Pietro watched them take the babies, he looked a little nervous and you put your hand on his to reassure him. Your eyes felt heavy and within minutes you were asleep.
You woke up a little later. You looked over to find Pietro holding a baby in each arm. He was completely focused on the sleeping bundles in his arms that he hadn’t noticed that you were awake.
“We need to decide on names.” You said softly careful not to wake up the babies. Pietro looked up at you and smiled.
“I figured you’d already have them figured out.” He said cockiness in his voice. If you had the energy you would have thrown one of your pillows.
“If you must know I didn’t know we were having a boy and a girl. I wanted to be surprised.” Pietro stood up and carefully handed you your son while he held your wiggling daughter. She was beautiful she had her father’s beautiful crystal blue eyes. You looked down at your son who was quietly sleeping in your arms. Your daughter had definitely taken after her father.
“I think we should name her Emery Wanda.” Pietro smiled down at his daughter and nodded his head.
“And I think we should name him Nicholas Clint.” His head snapped up as you said the name. A large smile broke out on his face as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You thought it was only fair since Clint had named his child after Pietro.
“I wonder what powers they will inherit.” Pietro mused as he gently tickled emery. She smiled back up at him.
“I have a feeling she’s going to take after you, while Nick will take after me.” Pietro let out a chuckle and peered over at Nick. The awe in his eyes filled your heart with joy. Pietro was going to be an amazing father.
You held you son in one hand and wrapped your other arm around the love of your life and daughter. Your heart was complete for the first time since you found out you were pregnant. You had your family and nothing would ever take them away from you.