Pietro Maximoff x reader

✨Hurt-Pietroxreader✨

💥This is not part of the story!! Just a oneshot💥

Summary: The reader runs into trouble while on a mission. Pietro shows up just in time.

“Son of a bitch.” you spewed the words out through gritted teeth. There were beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead. If you would have just gone with your gut this wouldn’t have happened. You started cursing yourself in your head for your stupidity. The pain wasn’t unbearable, but it was definitely noticeable.

This was suppose to be fool proof..of course I had to be the one to screw things up. “Ah!” You screamed out in pain. Delicately placing your hand over your tender abdomen, you lifted it only to see crimson liquid painting the palm of your hand. After getting shot at by several agents you hadn’t been expecting patrolling the control room, you showered them with cover fire to get yourself to a safer location.

Everyone had their job. “Steve and I will take the first wave upon entrance. Natasha, Clint and Thor, you guys go in and take out those snipers–they’ll be here and here.” Tony explained as he pointed out various positions on the map of the layout to the building. “Wanda, you and Pietro are to clear out the east and south hallways to the control room. And then Y/N will come in through west entrance here, and disable any and everything connecting their base to the outside world.” Various ‘got its’ and head nods could be seen and heard around the room. 

Seemed simple enough. “Foolproof. Foolproof Y/N!” you slammed your fist into the cabinet directly to your left. “Damn it.” Now here you were, in a room, practically bleeding to death, and no one knew where you were or why you hadn’t done your one and only job. 

You tried to get a grasp on your thoughts so you could start to think tactically and rationally. What you were trained to do. 

First, address your surroundings. You were in a small back room, just off the control center. The cabinets you slammed your fist into earlier was tall and slender, like a file cabinet. That had to be it. Now you remembered seeing this room on the blueprints you studied last night prior to the mission. If I’m here then Pietro and Wanda shouldn’t be far behind. Next, assess the damage. 

You already knew you were bleeding. Check. But the initial shock could be hiding further injuries you haven’t noticed yet. You started at the bottom and went all the way to the top. Leg movement, uncompromised. Something to smile about, another time of course.

Luckily you didn’t find anything. Other than the bullet hole in your stomach, you were doing alright.

Carefully rising to a standing position, making sure not to worsen the wound, you intently listened for anything and everything. Footsteps, talking, gunshots. Any of that probably meant trouble. 

After a minute of complete silence you exhaled and slowly turned the handle of the door. Peeking your head around the corner, you didn’t see anyone, which was more good news. 

The control panel was in sight and you needed to do what you came here to do, or the whole mission will be a waste. You trudge towards the main console and grab a hold of the edge of the desk. Your vision is beginning to blur. You’re losing too much blood and you know it. 

Having no other option, you put your head down, tell yourself you’re fine, and do your job.

Three long minutes later, you are one click away from disconnecting every source of power to this god damned headquarters. There’s a pool of blood starting to form at your feet. Your legs feel weak. With a click of a button, you’re able to call this mission a success.