Marvel Imagines

Pietro Maximoff- Not Sharing

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"What are you doing here!" Tony shouts into his Iron Man face mask when he sees you jumping out the way as Wanda drives an Ultron bot over the edge of the flying town. "You're supposed to be on the rescue ships with the survivors!"

You run over to an injured women and despite her rapid fire of Sokovian that you don't understand, you heal her broken ankle and she pauses her babbling to give you a small smile before she runs towards the ships.

"I'm here to help the people still trapped in the town," You say into the comm, scouring the deserted street and once you deem it empty, you spot Thor, Vision, and Tony all shooting beams of light at Ultron and freeze. "What are you-"

You blink and then Hulks in front of Ultron, picking him up and flinging him like a doll.

You cheer, and not ten not ten minutes later, Clint's running toward a building, and he emerges a minute later with a little boy in his arms.

"Did he break anything?" You ask Clint, and he turns his head and makes an ok feature with his fingers.

But then you see a jet firing a round of bullets dangerously close to them. You take a step to shout at them to move, but a flash of silver knocks you over and goes barreling for Clint.

"Look out!" You scream, scrambling to your feet and gasp when you see Clint and the little boy safe, but Pietro.. Multiple bullet had pierced his skin. "Pietro!"

You sprint over to him just in time to witness Pietro falling to the ground with his eyes open and chest unmoving.

"Can you save him?" Clint asks you in a rush, setting the little boy down and looks at you.

Turning him over, you press your hands on his chest and focus. "I don't know." A few seconds pass before you suddenly feel Pietro's heart beat back to life, but your vision clouds over and moving makes you tired.

"(Y/n)?" You meet Pietro's bright blue eyes, but yours don't stay open long enough to hear his next words as you pass out.

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It's been a few days since you've woken up, and Pietro has been by your side every moment he could be. You keep telling him that he doesn't have to follow you, that you're fine on your own, but he insists on it and silences your protests by picking you up and running you around the tower until your laughing and yelling that him he can stay.

"You two have gotten QUITE inseparable," Natasha says at the party later that night, smirking as Pietro turns to you after winning against Steve in darts and smiles widely. You return he grin and give Natasha a side glance.

"Yeah, so?" You grumble when she wiggles her eyebrows.

"You should ask him on a date or something."

You refrain yourself from rolling your eyes. "He doesn't like me like that, Nat."

"Of course he does!" She takes a sip of her drink and taps it against your arm. "I bet that if Steve came over here and started flirting with you, he'd go berserk."

"Yeah, because Steve is such a flirt."

Her smirk widens. "I'll be right back."

You try to stop her as she heads over to Steve and Pietro, but she shrinks away and tugs on Steve's sleeve to whisper something in her ear. His eyes then snap up to yours and he blushes.

What had Natasha told him? You tug on your dress as Steve sets down his darts and walks over to you, Pietro's gaze following him the whole way until Steve stops next to you.

"You were great on the mission," He says evenly, leaning against the wall. "With Ultron. I think you saving Pietro was really brave."

"Thanks," You see Pietro glaring at Steve. "But you guys are the real hero's. I'm just he back up."

He laughs. "You're apart of the team, (Y/n), which means that you're a real hero too. Without you, Clint and Pietro would be dead."

His body language says interested, but his face is flushed and seems to be screaming 'IMSOSHYOHMYGOD' and you laugh internally. Maybe you should have some fun with this.

Trailing a finger up his arm, you smile flirtatiously and lean closer to say in a low voice, "Want to get out of here?"

His cheeks brighten. "U-Um, where to-to exactly..?"

"I dunno," You stand on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "YouR bedroom?"

"Excuse me," Pietro zooms up next to you, bending down and swoops you in his arms.

"Pietro what are you-"

"I am in love with (Y/n)," Pietro says firmly, eyes narrowed at Steve. "And I am not sharing."

A loud whooping goes through the room and you burry your face in his chest, trying to hide your smile as Pietro zips off.