Avengers Imagines (CLOSED)

Maybe | Pietro Maximoff

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Sure, I can kick major butt. If you ask me if I'm good at talking to actual human beings that's a no go.

When I became an Avenger I didn't ask where anything was, how to do something, basically I didn't ask for help. When I finally mustered the courage to finally ask Steve was having a conversation and I didn't want to interrupt. Let's just say I ended up waiting for an hour.

My powers help with my lack of confidence. I can turn invisible. It's helpful in those kind of situations, but when you're in class and you randomly turn invisible giving a presentation its not so good. Let's just say that might have happened once... Okay, twice.... Fine, five times.

I sigh and glance around before shifting back to my visible self. Nothing today went right and I needed to be alone. Central park wasn't my first choice but I eventually arrived a secluded area only disturbed by a few joggers. I found this place not long after I joined the Avengers. It was quiet enough so I could hear myself think, but not so much that it was uncomfortable. Sometimes, I was joined by a little old lady that runs a nearby coffee shop other than that people let me be.

Sitting silence, I watched as the world passed by, not even caring I wasn't participating. I was used to people and things not really caring what happened, mostly because I stayed in the shadows.

Sad. Yeah, I know.

It sucks when you're always running from tomorrow and yesterday. Always afraid of the what if's. Afraid of loving and losing.

"(Y/n)?" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a familiar voice.

"Uh, yeah?" I ask in a quiet voice, looking up at Pietro.

"May I sit?" He rubs the back of his neck in a nervous manner.

"Sure." He nods silently and takes the seat next to me. I can feel how tense he is, it's practically radiating off of him. "Do you wanna talk 'bout it?" I ask and he lets out a breath I didn't know he was holding.

"It's Wanda. She's been spending so much time with Vision I'm afraid I'm losing the only family I have left. We were there for each other. Now, it's 'Not now Piet I'm talking to Vision' or "Not Now, Pietro, Vision wants help with something.' I just want my sister back." He sighs and I can practically see a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

"Well, there was a part of your life when you relied on each other. For her that time is over. Maybe it's time for you to start relying on someone else. Wanda won't always be there for you." I say it quietly, afraid to input my opinion into a topic that I barely know anything about. He is silent for a long time before he finally sighs.

"You're right, (Y/n). You're completely right. Why can't I let go? Why can't I let my sister live her life." He places his head in his hands and I hesitantly place my hand on his back and rub small circles with my thumb.

"You don't have to let go completely, you just have to give her a little bit of lead way." I mumble, hoping that ends well.

"Thanks you." He mumbles before speeding off.

"You're welcome." I whisper meekly. Maybe one day I can tell him how I feel.

Maybe.