Avengers Imagines (CLOSED)

I Love You | Pietro Maximoff

I'm gonna use google translate for the Romanian. Sorry if I get anything wrong.

Reader can control time.
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I was ushered out of my home by several men along with the other residents. The apartment building was blown to bits by the time we all were out of the apartment building.

"Ce se întâmplă?" (What's going on?) Nobody answered me, they were all busy running for their lives.

I strolled down the street, I had paused the scene around me for the time being. Play, pause, run. Those were my actions for three hours before I found what I was looking for, S.H.I.E.L.D., I paused again as I watched a man using himself as a human shield. I paused time again and took care in moving everyone out of the bullets way. I moved a brunette man who was clutching a child to the carrier where a woman was looking distressed, I moved the blonde man next to the carrier and then played. Both men waited for the bullets to come and I chuckled slightly and placed a hand on the blondes shoulder.

"Puteți deschide ochii acum." (You can open your eyes now.) I laughed at his shocked expression.

"Cum, cum ai făcut asta?" (How, how did you do that?) I shrugged and he hugged me. "Îți datorez viața mea." (I owe you my life.) He hugged me tighter. "Clint, this woman saved our lives." He said.

I cocked an eyebrow at this strange dialect. He looked at me in confusion. I realized that he must be able to speak two languages.

"Nu vorbesc engleza." (I don't speak English.) He smiled in understanding and gave me orders to help.

We finished the battle together and I met the Avengers. The man, now known as Pietro, translated everything for me and for that I was thankful. His sister could not stop thanking me for saving her brother. She promised in return she would help me learn English.

Six months later.
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"One more time." Wanda rubbed her temples.

"If it's so hard, why are you making me do it." I struggled to not add any Romanian into the sentence. "Do you even like this book?"

"They're poems, translated from Romanian. I thought you would like them." She sighs and closes the book.

"Urăsc acest limbaj nenorocit." (I hate this fucking language.) I mumble.

"Nu se agita dragostea mea, pentru că devine mai ușor." (Do not fret my love, for it gets easier.) Tony waltzes in and smirks.

"Nu im, și nici nu va fi vreodată, iubirea ta. Cum poți să spui că acest lucru va primi mai ușor?" (Im not, nor will ever be, your love. How can you say that this will get easier?) I glare at the mans shrug.

"What are you two babbling about?" Wanda intervenes, clearly not used to so much of her main language being said all at once after such a long time.

"I was just telling the lovely (y/n) that it gets easier. I may or may not have called her my love." Tony smirks.

Pietro walks in, puts his arm around my waist, and send Tony a death glare. He ushers me out on to the balcony and we watch the sun set. I lean on his shoulder and he nuzzles my neck.

"Te iubesc Pietro." (I love you Pietro.) I whisper and gaze into his blue eyes.

"Si eu te iubesc." (I love you too.) He smiles.

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. I may not understand some things but I under stand that I will love this man until I die. I don't know what I would have done if he didn't return this undying love I hold for him.

"Dar nu pot fi cu tine." (But I can't be with you.) His eyes start to fill with tears.

"Pietro," I gasp, not understanding why I cannot be with a man who holds mutual love.

"Nu vreau să te rănesc." (I don't want to hurt you.) Tears cascade down my cheeks as I push him away from me.

"Ai spus că mă iubești!" (You said you loved me!) I yelled.

"I do! I just don't want to get you hurt!" He tries to calm me down.

"Știi că nu înțeleg ce spui!" (You know I don't understand what you're saying!) I pause time and start to cry.

He said he loved me less than five minutes ago. What the hell? If he didn't mean it he shouldn't have said it. I walked up to him and studied his features. He was starting to cry, his eyes were slightly rimmed by pink. Did he love me? I hugged his still body and searched for Wanda. Once I was out of sight I let the world play.

He was sobbing by the time he realized I was gone. I found Wanda and told her what happened. To say she was angry was an understatement. She was furious that her brother would do that. She yelled at him in English when he tried to talk to me a couple days later.

He eventually caught me and forced me to talk to him.

"Îmi pare rău, eu te iubesc." (I'm sorry, I do love you.) He looked at me with pleading eyes.

"How. Dare. You." I say through my teeth.

"Vă Rog." (Please.) He begs.

"Pietro, I thought you loved me." I blink back some tears.

"I do. I just don't want to hurt you." His bottom lip quivers slightly.

"I don't understand. Cum m-ai rănit?" (How would you hurt me?) I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

"I don't always say the right thing at the right time." He stuttered.

"What? Is that what you're worried about? Pietro, I trust you." I smile that I got through that sentence with perfect English.

He hugged me tightly to his chest. Whatever this is we'll get through it together.