avengers imagines

want me {pietro}

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"why doesn't anyone want me?" i mumble to myself as tears stream down my cheeks

"hey, princessa, what's wrong?" pietro asks, sitting next to me on the couch

"nothing. i'm fine, p" i say, covering my wet and swollen face

"you are obviously not fine" he says, rubbing his hand up and down my back "what's wrong? tell me"

"no one wants me" i mumble, crying into my hands

"why would you say that?"

"because it's true. i tried to venture out and go on the date that nat set up for me, but he never showed up and i sat there for an hour. alone and sad"

"that doesn't mean that nobody want you, love. it means that he's an asshole and doesn't deserve your time"

i pull my head out of my hands, looking up at him

"really?"

his face softens as his thumbs wipe away my tears

"really. now get dressed"

"why?"

"because i'm taking you out on a proper date"

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i gasp as i look around at the twinkling lights before looking at the handsome man across from me

"pietro, this is too expensive" 

he shakes his head, a big smile on his face "no such thing as too expensive when it comes to you"

i blush, looking down at the table

he reaches across the table to hold my hand in his warm one

"enjoy tonight and don't worry about anything, okay?"

i nod, smiling "okay"

"perfect, now what are you thinking about ordering?"

i giggle "well-"

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pietro walks me back to the tower after our amazing meal

"did you enjoy tonight?" he asks, his eyes scanning my face

i smile widely, nodding "it was amazing. thank you"

he smiles "i'm glad you enjoyed it, princessa"

i blush at the nickname, trying to cover it up, knowing he doesn't like me in that way

"i still can't believe that you thought no one would want you" he whispers, more to himself "who wouldn't want you? you're perfect"

i blush wildly as he beams

"i'm saying that i want you, y/n. i want you to be mine"

my eyes widen in shock as his face falls

"but- but that's okay that you don't feel the same way- i-"

i cut him off, bringing my lips to his 

he kisses back sweetly, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into him

"i want to be yours" i whisper, pulling away from the kiss

he smiles widely, pecking my lips "i'm happy that you feel that way, love"

i smile, kissing his cheek as his fingers intertwine with mine, continuing our walk back to the tower

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i still can't wrap my brain around that fact that pietro maximoff wants me

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