#pietrom

“You know, green is my favorite color on you.” Pietro said, coming up behind you during the Avengers meeting, interrupting it entirely.

“You said blue was my favorite yesterday, you flirt.” You commented, looking over at the annoyed Tony and rolled your eyes. “You’re late.”

“Perfection takes time. I never want someone like you to see me at less than my best.” Pietro winked. He nudged Wanda, who was sitting beside you, out of the way, flashed to the other side of the room and then was back with another chair, fitting snugly between his two favorite people. “And you do look great in blue.”

“Can we get back to what we were talking about, please?” Tony asked, exasperated.

“Sure.” Pietro smiled, leaning back in the chair. “I think green brings out the color of y/n’s eyes better but blue is my color so obviously I like that-” He droned on.

“I was hoping this would stop when I finally accepted the date.” You laughed in Tony’s direction.

“What?” Pietro said, his accent emphasizing the emotion in his voice. Wanda looked at you with hurt as well. You had become as much of a sister to her as a love to Pietro.

“This doesn’t feel right anymore, and you know it.” You accused the two of them. Pietro kept staring, his jaw popping as he grinded his teeth. He had noticed your apprehension the last week but this had been the last thing that he had been expecting. He had sworn to stay by your side, but evidently, you did not uphold the same thing.

“Tony Stark killed my parents. He killed yours.” Pietro reminded, resisting the urge to take a step forward to shake you out of your current mindset.

“And he is fighting against Hydra, the people who manipulated us.” You argued back. “I will never forgive him for our families but Hydra is worse right now. Ultron is not what we think he is either.”

‭You had just managed to save Pietro Maximoff’s life in Sokovia, which had lead to the speedster developing a crush on you. The Avengers had all noticed it and Pietro suspected that you had too. It hurt a little that you didn’t always respond to his advances but he would keep trying until you told him to stop.

‭He used his powers to try and get your attention. Whenever you dropped something, it would be back in your hand before you could blink. There was even a couple of times when Pietro overheard you saying that you had to run out for something and he would offer you a ride on his back, as long as you were careful about not getting whiplash.

‭In battle, he would always give you that little closed mouth smile that everyone else seemed to miss, before darting into action to make sure that you were protected. And on the day that you finally accepted his offer to dinner, he didn’t slow down for a second.

‭He ordered take out and was at the restaurant to pick it up and come back and set the table before the first burst of steam was fully off of the plate. He tucked your chair in and seemed to be sitting across from you at the same time.

💚+69 Astronaut in the Ocean

Oh he thought he was so clever. She wasn't sure why it always came upon her to be chased or chase those rogue heroes. For now, she was fleeing, mostly because she was alone and not equipped to handle a group of mutants from the Brotherhood. The adrenaline was high, and she was looking for a way to get them off her back. She felt like time slowed down when she calculated her move. She accelarated her bike, went low, maybe did a prayer and went between the tires of the two trucks. While flicking them off while jumping back onto her back and took a turn to the left.

Kveta knows that some people just like to have fun, in college her sister dragged her off to a few parties. But, when someone gets hurt, fun isn’t fun anymore. Then it’s, in her own personal words, just plain stupidity. One thing that Kveta hates, something that just makes her blood boil, is when someone thinks they can get away with something because of their status or positioning, because they think they can get away with it. People pulled dumb shit all the time in the FBI. So many officers believed that they could get or do whatever they want if they just flashed a badge and ID. Well, they can’t, and Kveta is always the one to show them the ‘right’ of their wrongs. Just after coming to the end of her thought process, the door she’d knocked on suddenly opened. “Pietro Maximoff? I’m Agent Kost, we need to talk.”