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"Her. The one in the middle?" I pointed at the girl who was preparing to do a backflip. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, a snapback over it. She barely had any make-up on and had sweat running down her forehead, but she still looked stunning.

"Oh, Y/N L/N? You're in the same year. The dance team tried recruiting her since she was in middle school, and she just training with them in the summer break." Clint explained. He was a couple of years above us, and of course, he would know the people in school.

Y/N L/N… So that was her name…

"Dude, you are so not her type," Clint mumbled.

-Senior Year-

I tapped my foot loudly against the floor as I saw my friends approaching me by my locker. I darted my eyes back and forth my friends and the wall, debating on whether or not I should tell them about my tiny crush. Okay, fine, it wasn't tiny. I've had a crush on her for 3 years now, but still - she barely knows I exist.

Sure, we were both from different sports in school - she was in dance while I was in track, but our teams often practiced in the same place. We would be running around the oval, and the dance team would be rehearsing in the middle of the oval.

I've probably had 100,000 chances to talk to her since our practices ended around the same time, but I chickened out every time. Every. Single. Time.

There was a day wherein she made a move that caused her cap to fly toward the track, right to the spot where I was running towards, but I saw her coming, and in panic, my dumb ass decided to turn around and run the other direction. I got a scolding from the coach for that.

Only Wanda and Clint know I like her, but besides the two of them, no one else knows. I've kept it a secret for 3 long years. I think my friends deserve to know why I haven't dated anyone since freshman year, Nat was starting to get worried. Luckily, everyone was visiting their old high school today. Steve, Tony, Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Nat had graduated a couple of years ago but decided to drop by today to catch up with Wanda and me.

I stared at my friends as they stood approached me, and before any of my friends could say hi, I quickly blurted out four words. 

"I like Y/N L/N."

There was a dramatic 5-second pause then they all started laughing. Minus my sister, Clint, and Steve, who gave me sympathetic looks.

"Are you high?" Sam asked as Bucky snickered. What friends I have.

"I've never even seen you in the same class as her, let alone talk to her," Bucky said. "What brought this on?"

I let out a big sigh, ready to tell them everything. After telling them the whole story, I braced myself for all the teasing.

"Repeating Sam's question, what are you on?" Tony asked with a chuckle.

"Three years is a long time, Speedy," Steve mumbled. He would understand how I feel, he's been in love with Peggy since the 6th grade.

"Pietro, you idiot! If you really - as in really, REALLY like her, go talk to her," Nat exclaimed, shaking my shoulders, practically shouting in my face. I looked behind her to see my other friends standing behind her, nodding.

"Suck it up, man. You're a dude." Bucky added, shaking his head in disapproval.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Clint mouthed in confusion. I sighed. Why was this so easy for them?

"Oh, lookie. Here she comes!" Tony exclaims, pointing at the group walking down the corner.

"Don't point!" I quickly grabbed Tony's wrist, pulling him away from the main corridor, everyone else following behind us.

"Seriously, though, brother," Wanda mumbled. "It's finals week and right after this week is graduation season."

"Yeah!" Nat exclaimed, backing her up. "And we all go to college, meaning we separate and then your chance with lady dancer goes bye-bye."

"Whoa, chill, girls," Clint told them, laughing and the other guys chuckling behind him.

"Still," she sighed. "Do you plan on telling her?"

I thought about it for a moment.

"Okay, forget that question," Steve spoke. "The real question is, why do you like her?"

I thought about it for a second… There was always alluring about her in my eyes. There was always this sense of contentment just seeing her smile during practices - I didn't care if we didn't know each other - just knowing that I can see her nearly every day was enough for me. Her smile, her patience when teaching and learning routines, I loved those aspects of her the most.

"It's simple," I started with a smile, looking out the window. "She's an angel."

Well, graduation day finally rolled by. And no, I haven't talked to Y/N yet.

We all sat down in our respected seats by class. Wanda sat beside me since we had the same last names.

As the principal was making his… Interesting speech, Wanda poked my side. I gave her a look, wondering why she had a mischievous grin on her face that kinda resembled a Cheshire cat.

"I have her number," she whispered, wiggling her eyebrows. "Well, technically, Sam had her number and gave it to me."

I looked at her in confusion. What the hell was she gonna do with her number?

"You're…?" I asked.

"I'll text her! We're friends," she told me.

"You two are friends?" I asked her in disbelief.

"Well, on Facebook." she sheepishly admitted. "But anyway, I'll text her, telling her I wanna talk to her about something, but instead of me, you'll be there."

I stared at her weirdly. My sister is smart, but in this situation, I don't know if I'm supposed to thank her or facepalm.

After getting our diplomas and receiving our awards, we were finally dismissed. Our friends were here for our graduation, and before I could walk away to start heading home, Nat grabbed my arm.

"Oh no, you don't, mister," she smugly said, yanking my arm back towards the ground. "Wanda told me what's happening." I looked back at my friends and it seemed like Wanda had told the whole gang.

"You're finally gonna be a man!" Clint dramatically wailed, jokingly sniffling into the sleeves of his button-up shirt.

Steve smiled at me, happy for me, I guess? In the background, I could see Sam furrowing his eyebrows as if he was trying to recall something.

"Oh! Here she comes!" Nat mini-yelped. She quickly ushered everyone away to the other side of the room.

My heart was beating fast, faster than when I finished my runs. I was Y/N walking towards me, poking her head around, probably looking for Wanda.

Here goes nothing.

"Umm, hi?" I said out loud as she approached where I stood. I could see Nat and Clint peeking out from under the refreshments table behind her.

"Oh, hi!" she greeted back, smiling at me before looking around again.

"Are you looking for Wanda?" I asked, feeling my cheeks turning hot. When did talking become so hard? I literally

"Yeah! You're Wanda's brother, Pietro, right?"

LORD. SHE KNOWS MY NAME.

"O-Oh! Yeah…" I shyly mumbled.

"Well, have you seen Wanda?" Y/N asked, smiling and curling some of her hair behind her ear. I can die a happy man today. "She told me to meet her here…?" she chucked, unsure.

"Actually, I'm the one who-" I began but got cut off by the sound of her phone ringing.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," she apologized, taking her phone out her pocket and picking it up. "Please give me a second."

"Hello? Oh, baby!" she greeted over the phone, a huge smile found its way to her face as she listed to the other person talk.

Wait. Baby…?

"Okay! See you in a second, Loki! Love you!" she chirped and hung up. She turned back to me with an apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry my boyfriend is waiting outside. He just arrived from the UK and I need to go. Please tell Wanda I'll call her tonight!" she explained and apologized again before running towards the exit.

What…?

"Oh, shit," Bucky mumbled, coming out of nowhere with everyone else.

"Didn't see that coming…" Tony muttered.

"DAMMIT," Sam yelled out of nowhere. "I knew I was forgetting something!"

"What?" I asked no one in particular. What the hell just happened?

THE END

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It wasn’t uncommon that you curled up next to Pietro, after everything that had happened there was a comforting in knowing that he was there and that he was alive. It was, however, uncommon for you to fall asleep against him. Usually you got tired and had the awareness to go to your room and get into bed, rather than stay where you were. 

But today you had been more exhausted than usual. Perhaps it was that you were still recovering from a pretty bad cold or perhaps it was the fact that you’d all had to deal with another evil person attempting to destroy everything. But you’d been so exhausted that within ten minutes of curling up next to Pietro you’d fallen asleep.

Not that he was complaining. 

It was nice; the warmth of you pressed against him, the little smile that pulled at your lips hopefully due to a good dream, the softness of you against him. Just having another person there, someone other than his sister that trusted him enough to fall asleep. 

You were lovely on a day to day basis, kind and funny, pretty...but even asleep he was drawn to you. Found his eyes tracing the contours of your face. God, you were cute. He didn’t even think he’d be alive after everything and he was and now added onto that he spent half his time with you. Adorable and sweet and far too good for anyone.