Headcanon for fake dating Pietro Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Can I please requests headcanons of what Pietro Maximoff would do when he has to do the fake dating trope (during a mission) with the girl that he’s in love with (super bubbly, optimistic, and naive)? Thank you!!”

• pietro was a huge flirt
• which is why you never thought twice when he did
• it was just the way he was
• but little did you know, there was something quite different about it
• “you and me, we should out some time? it will be my treat”-pietro
• “pietro, do you ever stop flirting?”-you
• “as a matter of fact, i do”-pietro
• you and him worked pretty well as a team, though
• so when you were picked for an undercover op, you weren’t surprised
• and pietro was more than willing
• “this is my chance, wanda”-pietro
• “don’t get your hopes up, you’re only playing a part”-wanda
• “oh, they’ll be no pretending from me”-pietro
• the fake relationship to you was just business because that’s all you knew
• but pietro was veryconvincing
• “just, yes, just get closer. there we go” -pietro, wrapping his arm around you
• “you’re better at this than i thought you’d be” -you
• “oh, you’re just saying that”-pietro
• your “date” led you to a pretty popular party, you had to split up occasionally to socialize
• but pietro kept his eyes on you all night
• you’d catch him every once in a while and wave, but he was shameless about it
• and he told EVERYONE you were dating, like he was hammering it into both of your minds
• “that one over there? they came with me” -pietro
• oh and if anyone else looked at you he’d…well, he’d warn against it
• for a moment he actually did convince himself it was real, he really was living out his dream
• “may i kiss you?”-pietro
• love a man who asks permission
• ““““the kiss is to be convincing””””
• when you got what you came for, you left together
• “you can stop holding my hand now, maximoff”-you
• “what if i dont want to?”-pietro
• “why’s that?”-you
• “isn’t it obvious?”-pietro
• you laughed at the way he always answered you, the way he never stopped flirting with you
• but you see him flirt practically all the time
• “you can’t be serious”-you
• “you’re smarter than that”-pietro
• “you, pietro maximoff, have a crush on me?” -you
• “more than a crush, y/n”-pietro
• he’d put his finger under your chin and just looked at you a moment, teasing a kiss but walking away soon after
• “well, we should leave if that’s what you want”-pietro
• “w-what? maximoff?!”-you
• the trip back to base was awkward, but a little funny
• the tables had turned and he kept noticing your stares and smirking whenever you were caught
• you were over analyzing every interaction you’d had with him
• oh, yeah, he left you hanging as soon as you got back to base
• REALLY wanted to get you thinking about him
• you wondered how many times he’d used that tactic before
• “how was the mission?”-wanda
• “just as i planned it”-pietro
• “poor y/n” -wanda
• pietro thought about your mission together all night
• so did you <3
• and the very next day he ran into you (not running, but you crossed paths)
• “so, now that you’ve had time to think it over, would a real date be more your speed?”-pietro
• “was that a pun?”-you
• “don’t dodge my question”-pietro
• “i dodge bullets, not questions”-you
• “leave the jokes to me for now”-pietro
• “not helping your case, maximoff”-you
• “just answer the question, l/n”-pietro
• *long pause*
• “fine.onedate”-you
• “you say ‘one,’ but i’m sure they’ll be plenty more after that”-pietro
• “don’t get your hopes up” -you, leaving
• “wait, wait! could i get a kiss on the cheek for effort at least?”-pietro

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Maneater Chapter 2 (Pietro Maximoff x reader)

Synopsis: Getting along with the Avengers seems to be something lacking from your skillset.

Translations:
ĉ - no
mali myš - little mouse

CHAPTER 1|SERIES MASTERLIST|MCU MASTERLIST|GENERAL MASTERLIST

You pull the clip from your hair, shaking it out as you walk down the hallway. Tony had let you know that he’d kept your room as it was before, saying something soppy about always knowing you would come back. That you had taken with a pinch of salt, especially judging by the melodramatic tone to his voice as he fake sobbed. And although Pietro’s bed was verycomfortable, as you had already found out, you had decided that staying the night in his room would raise a little too much suspicion. As Barton had taught you all those years ago, back when you had trained together, any relationship was one to be exploited by your enemies.

“Y/L/N.” A voice has you spinning round, lips curled into a painted smirk. Good thing you had reapplied your lipstick; the smudged red hadn’t quite carried across the polished appearance you wanted.

Rogers hesitated; mouth ajar as you tilted your head. Did you still render him speechless? Or was this just some newly-developed inability to properly articulate.

“Rogers?” You had been tempted to call him Steve, just to see his reaction. But you were no longer those people and sticking with surnames made everything a little less messy. No one could accuse you of leading him on if you were this impersonal.

“I wanted to check that, since we are now working together again, that our relationship will be strictly professional.”

You tilted your head, wiping an imaginary smear of lipstick from the edge of your lips. “I hadn’t expected anything to the contrary, Captain.”

Okay, you hadn’t been able to resist that one. The title was bound to raise some internal questioning; his affinity for it in the bedroom was hard to forget, and you were desperate to crack that hard exterior a little more. It was what he deserved, in all fairness. Despite your own little pretense, it had hurt to come back to see some SHIELD agent on his arm, with whatever the two of you had had brushed under the carpet. No, you hadn’t been official, but you were close enough to expect some sort of exclusivity.

“How’s Sharon?”

Rogers fidgeted, uncomfortable under your gaze, as he fought to keep his body language neutral. You hated that you could still read him so well. At least he seemed to harbour some feelings of guilt. He coughed. “We, uh, ended things a few months ago. Our work schedules didn’t coincide enough for it to work out.”

You pursed your lips. Interesting. “Oh, that’s so sad. You seemed like such a great couple, very… well suited.”

“Yes…” His voice trailed off, the conversation coming to an awkward end. He fidgeted with something in his pocket, clearly searching for either a way out or a means of continuing the conversation. You decided to put him out of his misery, smiling softly.

“Well, don’t worry about any unprofessionalism on my part, I’ve already made a start on contacting Manfredi.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket, and waved it at him as though it was some sort of irreproachable proof. “Although he seems to have disappeared into retirement. I was thinking of heading over to Howard’s old villa in LA; Tony hates the place but never found it in himself to sell it.”

Rogers frowned; suspicion etched into every line on that perfect skin. “I’m afraid that we cannot permit you to go alone.”

Permit. You had forgotten how formal he was, every inch a 40s gentleman. (Although he had really taken on board 21stcentury dating values with a fervour no one had expected.) It had been sweet, now it was just amusingly ironic.

To go alone though? That’s where the issue must lie. Your painted lips twitched into a barely suppressed smirk, Rogers’ jaw clenching in reaction. “Oh, I would never even dream of it. Tony has already cleared it with Director Fury and booked tickets. Of course, you are welcome to come along as long as there will be no tiffs between you and Tony.”

The mere suggestion of Tony usurping his prized position of team captain has the vein popping on his forehead. It pulsed as he inhaled deeply, a dark looking flashing in his eyes. Rogers scowling brought back unpleasant memories of screaming in the hallways and furious fights in the days after finding out about his one-sided decision to break up. Somehow the letter he must have sent never arrived; that was the only way you could excuse his not-quite-cheating-but-still-morally-dubious new relationship.

“I’ll contact Romanoff about heading the team while we’re away. Draw up the plan and have it on my desk by this evening.”

His posture was stiff, back unnaturally straight. Was that a side effect of the super soldier serum, or just the 40s thing about mannerisms and the ‘way one should hold themselves’? That finishing school you had attended for a term had tried to drill that into you by forcing you to wear a strange iron contraption; maybe that had been typical in the 40s. It wouldn’t have surprised you to learn that Rogers, as a sickly weedy boy, had needed it to sort out some scoliosis or another back issue, and had never unlearnt the posture.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Satisfied by his shaky inhale, you gave him a little wave goodbye before turning on your heel and heading back in the direction of your room. Hopefully there would be no more unwelcome conversations with bitter ex-teammates (or well ex-but-now-teammates-again) in your two minute walk to your door.

The elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal exactly what you had hoped to avoid. Some kind of fucking intervention.

“Barton, Romanoff, Banner.” You straightened, smiling politely as you stepped in. They took a literalstepback, leaning out of the way as you pressed your floor number, and you struggled to keep you grin under control. God, it was as if you had some sort of plague.

The elevator remained silent.

Was it too much to make some inane comment about hoping to work well together and looking forward to fighting by each other’s sides again?

Probably. And you really didn’t fancy pissing off two sometimes very scary assassins and a man that turned into an angry green thing. Although you and the Hulk had ended up quite close the last time you were around. Maybe he still liked you; another ally in this ‘sea of mistrust’. Mm, that was really quite poetic – Tony would love it. Something to chuck into one of those speeches he regularly made to the public to assure them of the necessity of superheroes.

You slipped your lipstick out of your clutch, reapplying it to your pout as you admired your reflection sliding out of sight. Thor stepped in, grimacing as he caught sight of you. Ouch. You reaffixed your polite smile, feeling it begin to wilt under the pressure of four glares.

Ooh, good. Your floor was next.

“Lovely seeing you all.” You dropped the smile as soon as you had turned away from them, wrinkling your nose. Ugh. They weren’t even trying, and it was hardly as if you were completely in the wrong.

Your door finally drew within sight. You could just imagine the warm shower with that insane pressure which managed to somehow soothe every muscle, and your wardrobe of clothes that you really had missed.

A cough behind you drew your attention, and you sped up. Yes it was childish to walk away from whoever was seeking you out, but you just wanted that nice long shower, maybe a nap, before you had to face everyone again at Tony’s mandated team-bonding dinner. Apparently it was something that they did with every new teammate, and repeated weekly. You had tried to argue that you were hardly new, and that you weren’t a big fan of fostering animosity, but there had been no convincing Tony.

“Y/N.”

You pursed your lips, twisting them upwards into your best impression of a smile. This was so unfair. You had been mere seconds away from opening it and kissing the ground in thanks for avoiding another interaction with one of the many people in this Tower who hated you. “Wanda.”

“I had thought you were dead.” The witch drew closer, fingers crackling scarlet as she stalked towards.

“Don’t you mean hoped?”

She laughed, a horrible cackle that really just cemented your image of her as that wicked witch in the stories your mother used to scare you with. “I’m glad we’re not pretending to be friends.”

Right. Because she had been trying in the first place.

A dull pressure mounted against your temples, and you grimaced. “Still trying to get in my head?”

“I will break down those walls at some point. And I will reallyenjoy finding what’s behind them.”

Good to know she was still struggling with whatever natural barrier you had to your power. It was what had allowed you to get so close to the Maximoff twins while undercover, a genetic aid that you hadn’t counted on but quickly rose you to the top ranks of the facility.

“I’m worried it’ll be a little too raunchy for that pure mind of yours. I mean, a robot is bound to be a little bland in bed, ĉ?

She clenched her jaw at the slight at her relationship and the sound of her own language, red haze growing larger. Hm, she had grown more powerful since the last time you had seen her. It was now impressive, rather than merely a parlour trick using nightmares.

“Hey, hey, hey, mali myš.” Pietro placed a hand on Wanda’s shoulder, appearing between the two of you in a flash of blue.

He furrowed his brows, eyes disappointed as he turned to face you. You shrugged in response. In all honesty, you had just wanted to get to your room. Yes, you had antagonised her. But she had started the conversation.

He turned back to his sister. “Come on, Tasha wanted to speak to you.”

You frowned at the nickname for Romanoff. No, jealousy was irrational, it wasn’t as if he was yours. You let out a bitter sigh as he disappeared with his sister, the disappointed look etched into your brain. He had always wanted the two of you to get along, but you always just ended up riling each other up.

Pietro blamed you, knowing his sister inside and out helped to show that your “arrogance” was exactly what had destroyed any blossoming seeds of a positive relationship. You preferred to call it a façade to disguise any weaknesses to potential enemies. He had sighed at the poor attempt at humour, and the conversation had ended there.

You had a funny feeling he would be wanting to rehash it.

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Title: Sleepover

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Continuation from previous chapter. After getting Peter back to his house in D.C., he asks you to spend the night. You want to, but you’re also worried about what his mother and his twin sister Wanda may really think of you. As you and Peter get a little more time alone, you also wonder how far you’re ready to go yourself.

Warnings: Nothing more than kissing really in this chapter. Bit of awkwardness from Reader though not knowing what they really want or how to go about it yet.

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“Anyway, can we argue inside at least? (Y/N) promised to call Xavier when we got here.” Peter piped up, trying to shuffle away from his mother at last.

At the sudden sound of your name though, you felt an added bit of nervousness. You also made eye contact with Peter’s mother for the very first time then, as if she’d only just realized you were there.

Peter’s sister Wanda was also looking back at you with question in her face as well at the reveal of your name. But you said nothing yet, just walking up to hand Peter his crutches.

You purposefully busied yourself turning right back around too, getting that jacket he’d stolen on the plane out from the back of the car as well for him. The sunglasses he already had still on top of his head.

So then, the only other things left in the car were the meager amount of clothes you’d bought for yourself. Which you didn’t need right now as you walked back to the others, carrying his jacket. But really pretty unsure yourself if you were even going to be invited inside for long at all.

“Come on, I’ll show you where the phone is,” Peter spoke again though, either oblivious to the increasing awkwardness for everyone else or just ignoring it entirely as he motioned for you to follow him back up the steps and through the still open front door.

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As you were unfolding the little piece of paper with the motel address and phone number from out of your pocket, you tried to concentrate on the task at hand. The corded phone was propped against your shoulder to rest against your ear, you now standing there in the Maximoffs’ small kitchen. But even as you started to dial the numbers, half your attention was still on whatever Peter was now rapidly saying to his family.

“Yeah, (Y/N) goes to that school. You know I just went there to go ask about Dad since they know him. But then there’s this explosion, and I had to pull everybody out. And all the sudden this mutant god is apparently attacking the world and he took Xavier. But then the government shows up like dolts thinking Xavier’s doing it instead. And they take us to question us, but they’ve got some evil experiment shit going on in there too-”

He only took the smallest breath, continuing at that accelerated pace. “And they had that other guy, remember him, Mom? Logan? Anyway, so he breaks out and wrecks the place, so we get out and I get (Y/N), then we find out where Xavier is so we go to get him. We’re in Egypt and we all fight and that god dude breaks my leg. But he’s trying to make Dad help him, but Dad turns on him and-”

“Hello?” You heard someone on the other end of the line finally answer at the motel. You could still hear Peter rattling on excitedly behind you though, your name peppered into his story several more times as you just answered back on the phone.

“Hi, is there a Charles Xavier checked in there? I need to ring his room please.”

There was a long pause where you could only keep standing there, just looking at the kitchen wall and the bit of older panelling that covered it before the phone finally started ringing again.

Peter was now already talking about the aircraft carrier and your stay there by the time you heard the receiver pick up again.

“This is Charles.”

“Hi…hey, it’s me.” You answered with some relief.

You could hear the quick recognition in the Professor’s own voice as you didn’t have to say your name before he gladly responded. “Ah, good. You made it with no trouble then? We checked in here a while ago. I’m in room 104 if you’d need to call back. Are you leaving now to drive back?”

You tried to commit the room number to memory even as you were already replying. “Yeah, it wasn’t a bad drive. We just got here a minute ago. I-”

“Yo, Prof.!” Peter interjected, surprisingly at your side abruptly, also speaking into the phone then. “We’re barely in the door. I was going to show (Y/N) around a bit. That cool? Pretty jet lagged anyway. Probably be safer to crash on the couch tonight and have (Y/N) head your way in the morning, right?”

You blinked, for one thing not even having heard Peter stop talking to his family. But two, he was really saying you should sleep here?Not just joking around anymore?Could he even decide that on his own?

You felt frozen in that moment, not wanting to look back towards the kitchen at all and whatever surprised expressions his mother and sister may now also have on their faces.

The pause on the other end of the line was very noticeable as well before Xavier eventually continued. Peter shimmied even closer to you so he could also put his ear almost against the phone as you turned it slightly for him.

“Peter, I appreciate you looking out for everyone’s best interests and safety,” The Professor answered then, but with that tone which said he clearly doubted that was the speedster’s true or only reasoning. “But I would think that’d be more for your mother to-”

“Mom!” Peter turned his head back, rather loud in your ear as you flinched a little. “Can (Y/N) sleep on the couch? I mean you hate it when Wanda drives late by herself. Same thing right? It’s a long drive back to New York. What self respecting mom is just going to throw anybody’s kid out into the night like that, huh?”

You were tired, yes. It’d already been a very long day of traveling. But you weren’t that helpless. You were pretty sure you’d be fine. This was so weird though. Standing here in silence while someone else bargained for you. Was he really just trying to extend your time together however he could?

“I don’t care, Peter.” You just heard a rather exasperated answer though from Magda after another moment. “You’re going to do whatever you want anyway. Why even ask me anymore?”

The tension from their argument in the driveway clearly remained, or maybe this was how it always was between them? You couldn’t know yet, just caught in the middle it seemed as Peter only took that as good enough, talking back into the phone quickly, “Mom says it’s cool.”

You heard a sigh on the other end, and Xavier replied, “You’re old enough, I don’t have much say myself. But do call me again when you are leaving so we know when you’re back on the road, agreed?”

“Yes.” You said, pulling the phone more back to you then. “I’ll definitely let you know. Please tell the others I’m okay. I’ll see you all soon.”

After that, you and the Professor both told each other goodnight, and that was it. You hung the phone back up, but not yet sure what you’d really gotten yourself into as you glanced back at Peter. Peter who was now outright grinning from ear to ear.

“So…Chuck Norris or Bruce Lee? Movie night?” He asked you.

But what else could you do? You didn’t mind getting the chance at a little more time together of course. You just weren’t sure about how much anyone else actually wanted you here in this house tonight.

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Not long after, whatever deeper discussions still loomed in the air about Peter’s choices of chasing his estranged father straight into a near death experience with a genocidal mutant god appeared shelved. At least for now anyway.

You’d seen Magda grab some sort of drink. Resigning herself to an armchair and the living room television as she seemed to ignore you all then, even as Peter remained almost bubbly while the two of you started down the basement stairs to his room.

You really hadn’t seen where Wanda had gone, but Peter just kept talking. So your focus only returned to him as you both cleared the last step at the bottom of the staircase. You behind him as you carried his crutches, then handing them back to him as you entered the room.

“And voila, man cave de Pietro!” He announced, waving an arm out towards the space.

You weren’t sure why you’d expected something smaller either. Of course most basements sprawled out to take up near the whole bottom footprint of a house. But this was still large to you, and clearly well used.

There were things everywhere. More than just a room obviously. No, this was his life, his hideaway. The more you looked, the more things you saw. Bicycles, guitars, comic books, band posters, all pieces of his hobbies and likes scattered about.

But there was furniture as well. A little table, some chairs, was this always where he ate too? There was a big sectional couch, the cushions indented a little like he may have a favorite spot there.

You didn’t miss the expensive looking television as well, and the VHS player. All the tapes, and the nintendo and the atari, the record player, a stereo, and boxes of games, cassettes, and music records.

And his bed was near in the center of it all, much wider than one person should need and almost right on the ground as he just fell back onto it sending a noticeable wave across the sheets. A waterbed clearly. But you just laughed a little, still a bit amazed. “You really do live here in the true sense of the word don’t you?”

“Hey, I make do. Home sweet home.” He smirked, but also raised an eyebrow at you not long after. “So you didn’t even notice the table back there did you?”

At his words you did look back over your shoulder with a little confusion. But you started to smile as soon as you realized what he was talking about. An air hockey table back around the corner. Some clutter on top of it like it hadn’t been used in a while, but it was clear he remembered your arcade favorites to point it out like he was.

“I figured I’d try to keep that a surprise until now…you know, since our arcade date might be a little postponed for the moment. So uh, surprise?” He said, laying back on his bed as he put his arms behind his head, still watching you.

“I did see the Ms. Pac-Man.” You replied, motioning to the more obvious machine right against the wall. No wonder he’d said he was pretty good at that one.

“Yeah, I used to have Pong too. Wore it out though. And got tired of trying to find parts to fix it.”

“Oh, I could see that happening.” Sure, he probably played everything with a little super speed. Though imagining him somehow ‘shoplifting’ a whole arcade machine whenever he needed another one was a bit interesting. How did that even work?

“So, uh…you want me to put a movie on for real? I was trying to get us out of that kitchen before Mom went off again. But we can do whatever. You know…whatever you want?” He spoke, albeit maybe a little oddly as you glanced to him again.

He almost sounded a touch nervous with those last words? The slight change in tone was enough for you to catch anyway as you did walk over to the bed regardless before sitting down on the edge of it beside him.

But it was strange here, the more you considered everything. It was hard to explain really. Because how many countless times had you sat in your friends’ rooms at the mansion? Guys or girls, just talking or playing games or whatever. Just hanging out as you supposed most all people your age did. But there was never anything weird, never anything uncomfortable.

It could even be late at night sometimes, some of you only half dressed in your sleep shirts or pajamas and no one thought anything about it. Because you just knew back then that no one thought of you as anything but a friend too.

But with Peter…being here now, you were suddenly acutely aware that you were sitting on his bed. In his room, as he seemed to be waiting for some sort of guidance from you as well. Was that why he sounded nervous?

Yet had Crystal ever been here too you wondered. Sitting just where you were sitting now? And why would you think of such a stupid thing in this very moment?

“Hey.” Peter said gently, causing you to look down as you felt his fingers graze your wrist after he moved his arm to reach out.

You smiled a little at the contact, but still felt kind of foolish. There was no point in trying to play it cool though as you confessed the current reason for your own awkwardness at least. “I guess I just didn’t expect to be in anybody’s room like this. It’s not bad, it’s just…”

“Different?” He asked, helping you out a little to your surprise.

“Yeah.” You answered simply. But you could see as another emotion seemed to pass briefly through his expression, furthering your bit of confusion.

Was that guilt on his face?

And he spoke a little abruptly, with that rarer more serious tone emerging even though the words came fairly quick. “You know I was still just giving you a hard time right? I’m cool going as slow as we need. Despite being the fastest dude alive and all, I don’t have to be the fastest guy in bed. That’d royally suck actually. For both of us. So don’t feel like there are some sort of rules here. Like, you do not have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You blinked, those words not what you were expecting. But it wasn’t bad at all the more you got to consider them. Was he really so worried that you may think he was trying to get something from you here that you weren’t yet ready to give?

Honestly, you didn’t even know yourself what you were ready for though. “Really, it’s okay.” You replied truthfully. “I’m not uncomfortable. I think I’m still in disbelief is all. I never would have thought this is how my summer would start this year. Never in a million years.”

He sat up, smiling again then with his normal tone bouncing back fairly easily. “And I am totally coming over for a pool party, as soon as this damned cast is off. I mean I’m white as shit so people may have to avert their eyes. But we would totally wreck the others in some volleyball or something. I know we would. As long as Jean doesn’t cheat with the telekinesis crap. I could do some whirlpools too you know, knock ‘em off their feet.”

“Sounds safe.” You said, laughing at the image. Maybe living in some random motel for the foreseeable future wouldn’t be so bad after all?

He chuckled in return, but was cut off by another voice just before he started to speak again.

“Knock knock.”

You both looked up toward the stairs as you first saw a pair of black boots coming down them. Black boots, old jeans, and a dark red t-shirt.

Peter called back, straightening up a little more at the sight. “Hey, sis. Fun run out upstairs with Mom and Dynasty on the tube or what?”

“Well, it was an Alexis and Dominique Deveraux battle episode, actually.” Wanda answered a little regretfully.

“Aw, your favorite catfight duo! Why the exit then?” Peter questioned in return.

She gave Peter a slight accusatory look. “Well, you got Mom in a mood and she wanted to talk about my school next. She wanted to and I didn’t. Simple as that.”

“Well…actually I thought you’d still be at your dorm too really. Not that I’m complaining. Haven’t seen you in forever. Your classes get cancelled?” He asked.

“Well, when the metal roof got pulled off the main assembly hall, I think they decided to err on the side of caution.” She responded, rather deadpan.

“Understandable. You think you’ll still go back in the fall?” Peter questioned anyway.

“Don’t know. I haven’t really liked anything about that college yet. But I said I didn’t want to talk about it remember?” Her tone wasn’t cold to him, but still rather final.

He clearly wasn’t as intimidated by her as you were though as he didn’t miss a beat. “Well how about a movie with us? Me and (Y/N) were about to pick something.”

How true that statement was on Peter’s part, you weren’t really sure. But you still said nothing as Wanda just moved to sit on the other edge of the bed, almost as far from you as could be you noted. But Peter still between the both of you as she looked unimpressed. “Can it be something a little less bloody than your usual at least?”

He scoffed, teasing back. “Well I don’t keep your Bewitched and I Dream of Jeannie box sets down here you know.”

“Oh shut up.” Wanda retorted, but it was the first time you’d seen her really smirk. Though the siblings were clearly very different, that expression was also a brief resemblance you couldn’t miss.

“Wanda’s a bit of a sitcom connoisseur.” Peter commented for your benefit.

You took the chance to make eye contact with her at that, thinking that might be your in to finally start a real conversation. But she only looked away. If Wanda was unfriendly with strangers period, or actually just disliked you specifically, it was hard to know yet.

“Just pick something.” She finally replied to Peter though. “If I go back through the living room to try to go to my room right now, Mom’s just going to try and start an interrogation again.”

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Hours later

“Hey, you keep moving around. Do you want a pillow?” Peter’s voice drifted from above.

You were pretty disoriented, for one strange moment just staring up at him and clueless to where you even were before your senses returned a little.

The sunlight was gone then. The only real light flickering from the television nearby that was now on some movie you didn’t remember the name of as you sat back up a little on his bed. Was this the third movie he’d put in? You hadn’t lasted very long at all had you?

“I can get on the couch,” You offered, awake enough then to at least remember his mother and sister were still around here somewhere. Though, when had Wanda left? You didn’t see her anymore and you didn’t even know what time it was.

“Seems kind of unnecessary,” Peter replied, in a quieter tone that caught your attention as you paused.

Was he inferring that you should just get under the blankets right here? With him? But sharing the bunk on the aircraft carrier wasn’t the same as being in his literal bed. Here in his family’s home where they already seemed to be rather distant with you at best.

They didn’t know you here. You had to remind yourself of that. They couldn’t know you didn’t spend the night at boys’ houses as habit. You didn’t get in their beds with them upon just meeting. Honestly, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d slept somewhere besides the now destroyed mansion.

“Peter…” You didn’t know how to convey that concern really. You did want Magda and Wanda to like you eventually if you were being honest. You wanted them to understand. But you wanted Peter to understand too. Even though he’d said he was fine taking things as slow as you wanted, you felt it would still be all too easy to make him feel rejected without meaning to if you weren’t careful.

“I mean, we could both fit on my couch down here too,” He added, so close then that you were sure he was waiting for you to cross the rest of the small distance and kiss him.

And how could staring at each other in the dark, with the muffled sounds of some badly dubbed kung fu movie in the background now be bordering on romantic for you? Somewhere in the back of your mind you did think of all those stereotypical movie scenes all of the sudden. Two young people just in their own world, oblivious to all else.

“I don’t know if I’ve made the best impression on your family yet.” You tried to explain. “If I’m still in this bed with you the next time one of them comes down here…there is no way they’re going to believe we only watched movies and slept tonight.”

He tilted his head a little, yet already smiling. “And you assume they think someone like you would be that physically attracted to someone that looks and acts like me?”

“I do…and I am.” You answered though. Not trying to lead him on, but unable to help yourself either then as you did close that small distance to kiss him. You still disliked anytime he made those comments about somehow being underserving. He was far from it.

The little bit of tension you felt in return told you he was surprised too, but that quickly faded of course as he only pressed into it to kiss you back.

You had no intention of going too far or taking advantage of his family’s allowing you to stay here tonight however. It wouldn’t be right.

But you were still young as well, and it’d be a lie to say it didn’t feel good as he touched your face and your own hand moved onto his chest. It was something too how quickly the heat rose inside you. You could feel the outline of his body through his shirt as your hand trailed down.

He was warm, his abdomen firm against your moving hand. You kissed him harder actually as his own hand moved back behind your neck. But you needed to stop soon, either that or he needed to wear thicker clothing as your hand wandered further.

It was him that surprised you to finally pull back first though. Yet smiling at you again as he kept his face close.

Your breathing had already changed a little as you looked back to him before he glanced down. He raised an eyebrow at your hand now resting on the waistband of his shorts.

Realizing what he was looking at, you pulled your hand away, apologizing reflexively. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to…” Your mind fumbled a little. Your hand had just been running down. There was no real intent behind it, despite how it looked.

“You’re so funny. Seriously.” He said in that slight tone of amusement though. “Jumping out a plane one day, ready to sacrifice yourself samurai warrior style for your buddies, brave as shit.” He tilted his head, before then enclosing his hand around yours that you’d just pulled back. “But here you get flustered? I’m just a guy, (Y/N). Total nobody. There’s nothing to apologize for. Though I still don’t get it at all. I mean, why you like me like you do.”

“But you admit it then at least?” You tried to counter back, instead of arguing against his very real point that a new relationship could be more intimidating to you than a battlefield. “You admit that I like you. Instead of just telling me I’m making a mistake?”

“Yeah, I mean I guess even I can’t really make up a story of why you’d choose to drive all the way back to New York by yourself instead of bringing one of your friends here with you…unless you really wanted to be one on one with me.” But he just smirked once more, leaning in again to steal a quick additional kiss before pulling back away. “Guess you’re just that nuts.”

“Thanks.” You joked back.

“Takes one to know one.” He answered tauntingly, then sliding off the bed a little awkwardly as he put his feet back on the floor, albeit trying to only put weight on his good leg.

He didn’t have to go far though to reach a nearby closet, pulling a large blanket from it. He wadded it up a little, then tossing it to you. “Since you’re being modest though, you can sleep with Optimus Prime and Megatron tonight. But here, take one of my pillows too.”

In the dark, you couldn’t really make out what was on the blanket. Some sort of characters. You’d just have to take his word on it being Transformers before you caught the pillow that he threw to you next.

“As far as which couch you sleep on, your call. But Wanda always gets up, classic insomniac. I don’t think you want to tempt her with the opportunity to peek into your head if you stay in the living room. She hasn’t met you for real yet and probably still wants the background deets on you.”

“She’s another psychic?” At first you couldn’t remember if he’d already told you that or not. But no, you definitely would have recalled that. Yet maybe this was better? You wouldn’t have to prove anything if she could just see the truth in your mind of how you felt for her brother.

But Peter waved his hand in a ‘so-so’ type gesture. “I don’t think labels really work well with my sister. Yeah, she can get in people’s heads. But she’s not like your friends. She’s her own deal. It’s different. There’s a lot more that she can do. I’m just saying I wouldn’t advise messing with her is all.”

Whatever concerned look you must have given then was enough for him to quickly continue though, “But I’ll work on her the whole time while you’re back in New York. She just doesn’t know you yet. It’ll be fine!”

“Uh huh.” You said, not so confidently. “Guess I’m sleeping on this couch then.”

“A wise choice I think.”

“Of course, you could just be saying all this to get me scared enough to stay down here.”

“Oh, it’s both of course.” He smiled, watching you lay down on the couch even as he got into his bed. “And if you get cold, babe. I’m just a few feet away you know.”

Even from here, you were pretty sure he winked at you as you wrapped yourself up in that blanket he’d given you and stretched out on his couch. “If I go over there, I’m not coming back over here and I know it.”

“Or I could come over there,” he offered, only half jokingly of course.

But you just laid your head on the pillow, knowing you were trying to do the right thing at least. “Not enough room for your leg. You’d be uncomfortable.”

“If you say so, killjoy.”

You only smiled. “Goodnight, Peter.”

“Night, Glo-Worm.” He responded happily.

“Ugh,” You’d hoped he’d forgotten that by now, but apparently not. “Really have to fix that. There’s got to be a better codename for me.”

“Well we can’t all be Quicksilver. Sorry, I called dibs.”

“And we can’t all choose our nicknames out of a department store display case either.” You retorted.

“Ouch. Touché.”

He didn’t tease you anymore after that, but you could still feel his gaze on you as you closed your eyes again not long after. He was close enough that you also felt safe, even here in this new environment.

It was going to be hard to leave tomorrow, that much was certain. But at least you’d also know what you’d have to look forward to as soon as his cast was off again.

Maybe the next time you two fell asleep under the same roof, it’d be in a more neutral territory where you wouldn’t have to worry about his mother or sister’s judgement. Then you could hold him just like you wanted to. And it would be well worth the wait.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

Title: The Witch

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Continuation from previous chapter. The next morning, it’s finally time to say goodbye to Peter for now to drive back to New York. But before you can fully leave, his sister Wanda wants to have a word.

Warnings: Just a taste of Wanda’s scary side really. We all know how strongly she feels about her family.

Chapters:Previous Chapter Here

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“Pietro!” Wanda’s voice called even louder from the top of the stairs.

“Heard ya the first time!” An equally loud grumble came from a shifting mass under the blankets on the nearby bed.

“Mom made you breakfast. So get up here before she has to leave for work!”

You could hear Wanda’s footsteps recede again before you saw Peter’s head pop out from those moving blankets.

“Damn, I can’t even sleep in on my first day back in my own bed?” He complained, sitting up a little with his silver hair tousled in about every direction as his blanket slid away.

You smiled a little at the messy sight of him. But you didn’t want to move from your spot on his basement couch either. You were curled and still only half awake yourself in the new sunlight coming down from the very small basement windows.

“It does smell like cinnamon rolls though doesn’t it?” He asked, looking to you as if it was just the most natural thing in the world that you’d both be waking up again in the same room together. “It means she’s trying to guilt me you know. She’s still mad about me taking off like that.” He added, then pulling his blanket back to swing his legs off the side of the bed.

Not being able to bend his leg in the cast made it a little awkward clearly as he stood up on both feet after another moment.

“But she does make a wicked cinnamon roll. And they’re way better fresh.” He said, and you could see him looking around a little.

“Your crutches are over there,” You answered the unspoken question, sticking your hand out your blanket to point back towards the TV.

He smirked. “See? What a team we are, right?”

“Uh, huh.” You mumbled through another smile.

“Peter!” His mother’s voice called this time however, loud enough that it could be heard even from the kitchen above.

“So I lose super speed for just a few days and suddenly everyone else are the impatient ones?” He questioned with an eye roll.

You had told the Professor you would leave in the morning though. So there wasn’t much point in you stalling either as you finally stood as well. “I’ll help you up the stairs,” You offered.

Peter smirked at that though, not at all arguing with the suggestion of course as he hobbled over and threw one arm warmly over your shoulder. “And good morning by the way.” He added.

He kissed your cheek too then, only making you easily forget how likely disheveled you looked as well as you slid your hand around his waist to help support him. “Good morning, Quicksilver.”

He made a sound, what you could most liken to a purr honestly in response to the name, “I’m really going to enjoy getting some use out of that codename you know. I bet I even still have a silver jacket leftover in the closet somewhere. I can make a whole outfit for this. Hell, I’m getting to work on that a.s.a.p. after you take off.”

But as you both started up the basement stairs, you cheating of course to help levitate the both of you to spare his leg, you heard his tone change again.

“But you will call me, right? I mean, when you get back to New York. Since I won’t be able to run up there for a while.”

Was he really already doubting himself again you wondered?

But you felt some odd swell of confidence in yourself. Maybe just because you were in the middle of using your powers while this conversation was taking place. You always felt a little braver with your energy field up. “If you’re willing to give me your number, and willing to answer when I call…then of course I will.”

You were to the top of the stairs easily in moments, the basement door still open as he abruptly called out. “Mom! I need a pen!”

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Peter hadn’t exaggerated about the cinnamon rolls. They were delicious. Of course, this was also your first real homemade food in a while. And comparing this to anything from that navy mess hall was hardly a competition.

Even breakfast hadn’t been without some tension however as you’d looked up surprised when a check was laid down on the table in front of you.

Your earlier confidence with only Peter seemed to have waned quickly as you then stared up into his mother’s very intent expression.

“Tell me what we owe you for that watch,” She spoke rather hurriedly, but still somewhat stern.

“Mom-” Peter tried to cut in instantly though, sounding surprised himself.

“I don’t have time for this, Peter,” She retorted just as quickly, cutting him off. “Wanda told me about it, and it isn’t right.”

But you didn’t remember Peter telling Wanda. You were clearly confused now, but you spoke anyway, “It’s fine, please, it was a gift.”

“No, he’s letting you think that it was your idea. That’s what he does. It’s a con. Now tell me, how much money did you get tricked into spending on him?” She asked just as strongly, pen in hand as she readied to write a total. “I have to leave for work in a few minutes.”

You still felt rather blindsided, and the embarrassment now coming off Peter was almost palpable. But in the end, this wasn’t your house. And the way things worked here weren’t yours to argue against either. At least not outright. There was also no one who could force you to cash this check after she wrote it anyway.

With that thought in mind, and Magda still watching you impatiently, you told her the rough cost. Honestly you hadn’t bothered to remember it exactly. It was a gift for Peter, from the money Xavier had gifted you. And it hadn’t been anything extravagant.

You knew the Professor hadn’t been upset about it, a little puzzled maybe as your continued fondness for Peter had been unexpected by everyone. But if the Professor was okay with the gift, why couldn’t Magda be?

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Peter’s mother had left soon after. You’d been on the phone with the motel again though by then, letting a relieved Xavier know you would now be on your way. While talking to the Professor on the phone, you’d seen Peter and Wanda talking before Wanda walked out of the kitchen as well.

You only heard him fuss at her, something about making sure to bring an umbrella on her walk before she was out of sight.

But his concern made more sense by the time you and he were both on his doorstep as well not long after. The sky had darkened greatly, even just in comparison to when you’d woken up not much earlier.

“So…” He said, smiling at you a little.

You were turning over the car keys a little nervously in one hand. “I’ll call you when I get to the motel.” You said simply, not knowing how much else would really be right to say right now. “I hope your leg heals soon,” You added.

“Dad seemed to think it would,” He answered easily.

Referencing Erik so naturally all the sudden didn’t really surprise you though. Peter hadn’t wanted to see Magneto leave you knew. Even if he was conflicted about him, there was still so much to unpack there. Maybe in time…

A rumble of thunder in the distance caught your attention, soon followed by the first little drops of rain beginning to darken the concrete driveway.

“You better go before you get soaked.” Peter spoke, but with a reluctance in his voice that you didn’t fail to notice.

“Thank you again for everything.” You answered, watching him for a lingering moment though, before you decided to take the initiative to move forward and hug him.

He accepted the contact readily of course, pressing his chin into your shoulder as his arms tightened around you.

“Be careful,” He said in your ear. “It’s a longer drive back up there than it was down.”

“I know.” You replied, but realizing you didn’t exactly want to let go.

And he didn’t either you thought. But there was no way around it. You had to go home. Yet you did turn your face just as you felt him moving his again. He kissed you then, but a little more desperately this time.

It felt good though. It still felt good like any other time in the last few days.

But then it was over as he pulled away. “I’ll see you,” He said as his arms began to let go again. He motioned to the rental car, “Don’t get drenched on my account. Go on.”

You felt like maybe he didn’t really know how to say goodbye otherwise. Maybe the rain did make a convenient excuse. But it was alright. You squeezed his hand just once before entirely letting go. “See you, Peter.” You said, as you hurried down the steps.

By the time you did get inside the car and start it, the rain was then just beginning to fall hard enough for you to fumble a moment trying to find the right lever to start the windshield wipers.

But even through the pattering water droplets now converging on the windshield, you could see Peter smiling in amusement from the doorway as you turned the headlights off and back on again by accident before the wipers finally sprung to life.

Every car was different of course, so you felt no real embarrassment even as you could tell he was barely holding back a laugh.

Yet as you put the car into reverse, watching the side mirrors to make sure you didn’t get a tire off into the edge of the Maximoff’s neat little lawn, you saw Peter wave in your peripheral vision.

You waved back reflexively, then fully in the street before you shifted back into drive. Even with the rain running down the windows, you didn’t think it was a trick of your imagination either as you saw his smile falter just as you did accelerate away.

The odd feeling came back to you as well, no longer able to see him just moments after as you continued down the street. You could only see his house getting smaller in your rearview mirror before it was gone entirely after the first turn.

If this really had been just some sort of temporary insanity, or one off emotions brought on by the stress of the last few days, it would be over now. He didn’t have to call you again. You didn’t have to call him. You both knew it.

But as you continued to drive back towards the interstate, you felt your attention only half heartedly on the road. Enough focus to be safe of course, but you weren’t thinking about New York yet.

You were still only thinking about Peter…Pietro. Or Quicksilver, he really did seem to enjoy all the names equally. As long as he was getting your attention, it didn’t seem like he cared either way.

Yes, as soon as you got to the motel you would call him. He didn’t have to worry that you were going to forget him. Why did he keep worrying about that? Why didn’t he believe you?

Because all everyone does is lie.

Your hands tightened on the steering wheel as that tell tale pain entered your mind with the foreign voice. So similar to past experiences that you knew the takeover immediately for what it was, yet it was still nothing like the Professor or Jean. Those two cared if they hurt you.

This one did not.

You fought back, but it didn’t matter. The force only grew stronger as your foot moved without your consent from the gas pedal to the brake, quickly slowing down the car.

By the time the car was stopped, you couldn’t even turn your head. But out of your peripheral vision you could see a red wisp of energy appear around the passenger door lock before it lifted with an audible sound.

Your heart pounded angrily, yet yourself helpless as the car door opened and your captor sat down, shaking her umbrella just a little before folding it back up to pull it inside and shut the door once more.

“Hello,” Wanda spoke evenly, impressive yet infuriating as she still had you locked down so easily. She looked over to you then, letting you also notice that slight red glow in her eyes as she spoke again. “I’m going to let you talk, but if you attack me, I’ll have no choice but to defend myself. Do you understand?”

You tried to relax, even in your anger. Obviously, she’d just broken one of Xavier’s cardinal rules. You did not abuse your powers with your peers. There was no consent here that you’d given. But you still agreed to her terms in your mind before you felt her finally release you again.

Immediately you glared over at her, but moved only your head as you saw her hands shift as if ready to counterattack should you do anything more.

“Don’t you think this is a bit ridiculous?” You grumbled at her abruptly. You’d been shy around her at the house, true. But this was a whole different game now, and you couldn’t hide your sudden defensiveness. “If you had something to say to me, why didn’t you do it at the house?”

“Because Peter would have gotten upset. And he’s already been through enough in the past few days,” She answered coldly.

Your eyebrows lowered a little at the mention of him, was he really her excuse? “Is that all this is really about? I mean, I got the idea you weren’t comfortable around me, but what are you afraid of?”

“I am not afraid of you, or anyone.” She retorted quickly, clearly some sort of nerve being struck.

God, Peter was right. She did remind you more of Magneto than was probably healthy. Which was just a natural thought to have in a situation like this. But you didn’t count on her still being able to read your mind so easily as she reacted immediately.

“That murderer is nothing like me!” Her voice rose threateningly in the small confines of the car.

You couldn’t help but wince too as her anger reverberated a little in your consciousness that she was evidently still connected to.

“Hey, watch it! You’re not near as careful as Jean…though your strength is honestly similar. Which, that’s pretty amazing if you didn’t know to have this at our age.” You weren’t trying to flatter her, it was just fact. Telepaths and psychics were not supposed to be near at this level until they were much older. But obviously no one had ever guided her into controlling it a little more, either that or she really just didn’t care if she damaged you in the process.

“I don’t care what you think. I just came to tell you to leave my brother alone.”

“Excuse me?” You stared at her, honestly not expecting that bluntness, even if you’d already assumed she didn’t care much for you being around him.

“I already told you, he’s been through enough. And I know him far better than you do. This won’t end well, so it’s better to stop now.”

There was silence for a few more moments, before you decided to be just as forthright as well. “Is this about Crystal? Because that’s stupid if so, because I-”

Yet she didn’t even let you finish. “You think you understand, but you don’t. You like my brother right now, I’m not arguing that. I see you think that it’s true. But this is how he always is.” She looked more exasperated the longer she spoke. “Like that watch you got him.”

You didn’t interrupt her then, trying to use more of your willpower to at least let her make her point before this got even worse. Though you still wanted to argue that there was nothing wrong with gifting him that watch, even if you now suspected Wanda had intentionally gotten their mother so worked up about it.

“He gets excited about new things. He’ll adore it and obsess over it, but ultimately he’ll lose it or break it.”

But you finally couldn’t help it after that clear parallel she was trying to make as you interjected. “Are we really still talking about a watch or are we talking about me?”

“It’s what’s going to happen. Just like with Crystal. Just like with everything. He needs to learn not to pour all his needs into every shiny new bauble that comes along.”

“You really don’t care how you talk to people do you?” You asked, honestly your bit of anger subsiding the more ridiculous you realized this all was. “Wanda, I don’t think I’m anything great. Sure, I know this could all be something that ends up not working out. I mean, that’s life. I’m stressed about it too! I don’t have much experience in any of this. But if everyone assumed the worst, how would anyone ever find the relationships that do end up lasting?” When was it ever more than a calculated risk or a gamble in the beginning?

She didn’t seem at all impressed at your counterpoint of course, but you kept on. “But what about him having new friends either? I don’t know how much you really saw when you were fully in my head, but I think he liked just getting to be around other young mutants too. Xavier is awesome about bringing out the best in us. What makes you think he couldn’t do that for your brother too?”

“The first time he met Xavier, Peter ended up almost getting shot at the Pentagon and breaking out a mutant who later killed how many people recently? And this time he ended up with a broken leg when he just as easily could have come home in a body bag.”

You didn’t miss how she refused to mention her own father’s name. But you had enough sense of self preservation to not delve further into that possible minefield even as you disagreed. “We’re mutants, Wanda. There’s always going to be trouble for us. But we are safer together. Yes, bad things have happened. But things would have been even worse if we didn’t act.”

“That man has you brainwashed, and you think he should do the same to my brother.”

Yes, you’d really only met Magneto in person a single time now, but the similarities were now undeniable.

“I am not like him!” She spat, making you realize quickly that she was yet again still listening to your thoughts.

“I’m sorry.” You said honestly. “But I still think it should be Peter’s choice, all of it. The school, potentially his involvement in this future team Xavier may start again, and whether or not he wants to see me anymore. You’re in my head, so you should know I wouldn’t hurt him.”

“Intention doesn’t matter. Crystal really liked him too you know. Until she realized it wasn’t going to work and there was no easy way to break up with him. You think you know what he went through with that, but you don’t.”

You took a breath. “You’re right, I’m sure I don’t really know. But wasn’t that years ago? Isn’t he allowed to grow, to learn? I don’t think he’s as fragile as you’re making him out to be.”

“I’m not going to sit here and argue with you all morning,” She responded, looking away again. “But you can’t say I didn’t give you a warning. I want him to be okay. That’s all I want.”

“Nobody can promise anyone that can they?” You questioned. “But I can say he deserves friends. Maybe I’m not good enough for him, I don’t know. But would you still hate me just for trying to be a friend to him?”

“You’re assuming too much, I don’t care about you enough to hate you. This isn’t personal. But it’s important to me.”

Wow, so what would she be doing if she actually hated you? As if a psychic carjacking wasn’t bad enough. “It’s going to be up to him, Wanda. I don’t know what else I can tell you. He’s his own person, even if he is your twin.”

“You were warned.” She answered back, cold as anything again before she suddenly opened the door again and opened her umbrella. She didn’t even look back at you either, maybe trying to reinforce that you were not even worth that before the door slammed shut and she was gone.

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You didn’t know how long you sat there afterwards. As the anger and surprise continued to fade, you did feel more shaken. By the time you finally drove away, you were upset. There was a disbelief, wondering if you really had deserved all that. Or if it was your fault because you hadn’t said or done the right things when you’d had the chance with her.

She was frightening, but was she fully wrong?

After everything you’d already been through in the past few days, maybe this was finally the emotional attack that made it all hit home. And here you were alone for hours to come. No Jean, or Jubilee, or any of them to cheer you up and ground you again.

The only thing you could really do as you drove these long stretches of interstate in the rain was to turn the radio back on. The dial was still on the last station Peter had set it to.

You took a breath, blinking your stinging eyes and reminding yourself that you were stronger than this. You couldn’t let Wanda’s fears get to you. You couldn’t let her change you as you kept turning the volume up over the sounds of the rain.

You could imagine Peter enjoying the song that came on next, himself likely laughing and joking with you if he’d still been here beside you.

It was going to be okay. Your friends were waiting for you in New York.

Everything was going to be okay.

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(To be continued!)

Pairing:Pietro x Male!Reader

Summary: May I request a Pietro x male reader where the reader is a magic user and avenger and is friends with Wanda however is less than friendly with her brother because he can’t tell if the lovey dovey emotions flying off of Pietro are real or wishful thinking so he tries his best to just ignore him so his crush goes away ( a useless but valiant attempt) but Pietro decides to confront the reader

A/N:I’m quite happy to admit that I think this is the cutest shit I’ve ever written. Enjoy, all!

‘Culpability’

“Did I do something to you?” Pietro said as he slammed the bedroom door behind him. You looked up from over your laptop screen.
“I beg your pardon?”

Your powers were typically pretty sensitive; you could feel the irritation coming off of Natasha when ice cubes were put in her bourbon. However, you didn’t even need powers to see that Pietro was fuming.
“Did I do something to offend you in some way?” He repeated.
“I… don’t think so, why?”

“Oh, let me think,” Pietro said, scoffing loudly. As he listed reasons, he touched each of his fingers. “If I walk into a room, you walk out of it; you only speak to me when spoken to; we don’t hang out socially; you’d sooner spend time with my sister than with me!”

“I-I’m sorry, Piet,” you stammered, shutting your computer and standing up. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You could start with an explanation!”
“For what? Behaviour that only you have noticed?”
“If you like, yes.”

Rolling your eyes, you planted your hands on your hips and began to pace.
“Look, I’m sorry if you think I’ve been acting strange, but I- I promise it’s not intentional. You’ve not done anything to offend me, and I’d appreciate you admitting that I’ve not done anything either.”

For a minute, Pietro considered your angle. He considered your apology – and it’s apparent authenticity – and he considered leaving you be to begin anew. However, something didn’t sit quite right with him. Your powers began to manifest themselves, picking up on his suspicion. Sometimes you really wished they’d pack it in. After all, they were the reason you were in this mess!

“Sorry, but… No, I’m not letting this go. I noticed it last week, and I’ve continued to notice it since,” he explained, flopping onto your bed with exasperation that seemed to radiate off of him. “I thought about sulking but decided to confront you instead. Dude, just tell me what’s going on.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment, glancing to the side, to the bedroom door, wondering if you could escape before the man with super-speed would catch you. Just the thought of a chase against Pietro Maximoff made your pulse race. How had it come to this?

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you grumbled. Pietro’s powers kicked in on account of his rage; before you knew what had happened, he was right in front of you, jabbing a finger in your face.
“There you go again!” He cried. “Brushing me off, acting like I’ve got no feelings to get hurt by this.”

“I- I know you have feelings, dumbass,” you replied curtly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “That’s the problem!” When you tried to turn away, Pietro grabbed your forearm and turned you back to face him. No more excuses, he’d decided. No more pushing him away. Whatever problem you had with him was being handled, right here, right now.
“You’ve already admitted that there’s something going on now. You might as well just tell me. What do my feelings have to do with this?”

“They’re really damn loud!”

Pietro wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. Loud? What was that supposed to mean? Surely everybody’s feelings were the same volume, unless they were especially emotional. At least, that was how Wanda had explained it to him. When she heard people’s thoughts, it was louder only when they were passionate.

Or when they were about her.

“Oh,” he murmured. You could see the penny dropping as a wave of copper over his face; a flash of gold in his eyes.
“Yeah. Oh,” you chuckled.

“You mean…”
“I wasn’t sure if it was just wishful thinking, or if I was reading something wrong. At one point, I had Banner look at me because I thought my powers were malfunctioning.”

Pietro was slowly lowering himself onto the bed. Of course. Why hadn’t he thought of this possibility sooner? There was a reason your behaviour had bothered him so much – he’d had a stupid crush on you since the minute you’d met. It wasn’t extraordinary to assume he’d given off some form of readable emotion regarding it.

“I couldn’t believe that anybody would feel that way inclined about me,” you continued to explain, seating yourself next to him. “So, I didn’t. I thought by ignoring you that maybe I’d stop seeing it, or that I’d stop feeling it myself. Unfortunately, it made both of us worse.”
“You… felt the same?”
“Still do, if I’m being perfectly honest. I tried not to, I really did, but you really wormed you way in here,” you smiled, tapping the centre of your chest.

The smile on Pietro’s face at this point was giddy; he felt like a schoolchild being asked to get ice-cream. He cleared his throat once or twice and looked momentarily at the hands in his lap.
“So, uh, what does it look like then? When your powers get to work.” You grinned bashfully. “Depends what they’re feeling. When Steve hears old music, he gets this cloud of blue about him. Wanda turns silver when she sees you. All shiny and glittery.”

“And what did I look like when you… when you figured it out?”
“You were yellow,” you chuckled, biting your lip. “All in your eyes, and your hair, and the tips of your fingers. Warm, daffodil yellow. I’d only seen it once before, when my grandpa looked at my gran.”

“And now?” He asked, looking up at you with wide eyes. “What do your powers say I’m feeling now?”
“Now, I’m… trying my best not to use them.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because it feels like cheating. I want to be able to figure it out on my own.”

Pietro laughed lightly, before rushing to cover his mouth. He hadn’t meant to find that so endearing. When he removed his hand, you saw him to be smiling. He’d bitten his lip into a beautiful velvet pink. However, the colour that dusted his cheeks was all him. Not your powers, or any emotion. Him.

“Allow me to give you little hint, then,” he smiled, bringing the pink velvet closer.

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Earth’s Mightiest Heroes… This is the collection of all my Reader Insert imagines for characters other than the main character masterlists, or character non-specific fics. They’ll be a female reader, unless otherwise specified, and are in chronological order so they get better as you go on (supposedly). Enjoy!

The Avengers

• The Pet Shop Boys
• Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
• Los Idiomas
• All Sick!Reader Imagines

Quicksilver (Pietro Maximoff)

• Quick to Heal
• The Light and the Dark
• Lily/Alternative Ending - The Promise
• Frying Pans! Who knew, right? - Part 1, and Part 2
• Slow Down
• These Things Take Time
• Torn to Pieces
• Truth or Dare
• Ark - Part 1, and Part 2
• Almost a Mistake - Part 1, and Part 2
• Speed
• More Than Meets The Eye - Part 1, and Part 2
• Culpability

Falcon (Sam Wilson)

• Keep Your Enemies Close
  

The Vision

• Brain and Brawn
  

Spiderman (Peter Parker)

• Secrets
  
• Make The Best Of It

Ant-Man (Scott Lang)

• A Small Domestic - Part 1, and Part 2(Male!Reader)
  

Doctor Strange (Stephen Strange)

• All Magic Comes with a Price

Gambit (Remy Lebeau)

• Play the Game
• Neighbourhood Watch

Hi, guys! I hope you like this video I did for WandaVision! ❤️

With last episode out, let’s not forget how beautifully it all started!

You didn’t think Wanda was the only magical girl in town, did you?

The Dick Van Dyke Show vs. WandaVision

She didn’t need his body to resurrect him, because all she needed was her pure love for him

The rebirth of Wanda and Vision

This witch literally broadcasted her own intro into Wanda’s mind, it’s as hilarious as it is scary

It’s been Agatha all along!

The name is Agatha Harkness, lovely to finally meet you!

I’m in love with this edit! ❤️