Pietro Maximoff Oneshots/Fluff

Night Terrors

"(Y/N)! Get out of here! He's here, save yourself!" Your mother screamed through the raging flames. Your body shook in fear as you put on a determine face, hardening your skin to run into the flames. However, inside you were horrified. You got here to late. Your brother was dead on the floor, bullet wounds marking his chest and the fire burning him. Uncontrollable tears spilled down your face as you turned to find the rest of your family. You knew your mother was trapped, but maybe there was someone else you could save. You heard shouting come from a room and saw your father with your sister in a room together, and screamed out to them.
"Come here! I can save you, get out of the-" you were cut off as you watched, frozen, as the support beam of the house cracked, and crushed the two. Embers and flames whirled around you. Screams started to echo in your head, and the roaring fire around you no longer bothered you. Your hardened skin withered away as you dug your fingers into your hair and covered your face as the screams got louder and louder until-
You bolted upright with a gasp. Panting, you shakily relaxed your arms, and watched as the rocky looking spikes started to disappear underneath your skin. You were a shivering, terrified mess when you got up. It was an exact repeat of every other nightmare you had had this month, and the traumatizing loss of your family had scarred you. Walking into your bathroom, you shakily splashed water on your face, and stared into the mirror with uneven, short breaths. You let in a deep breath, and sighed, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. After drying your face you quietly left your room. You padded into the living room, glancing at the clock that read 2:24. Sighing, you turned to the kitchen, knowing you weren't going to sleep anytime soon. Opening the fridge, you saw some grapes that looked pretty good and you took the bag with you as you sat outside on the balcony. Popping a few of the fruits in your mouth, and chewing quietly, you stared out over Time Square. There was the occasional honk, but since you were so high up it was mainly quiet.
"Can't sleep either?" A weary voice asked behind you. Startled and still on edge from your nightmare, you whipped around to face Pietro. His pale blue gaze met your (e/c) eyes, and then drifted to your arms. Following his gaze, your arms had tensed into there defensive spiky state. You cleared your throat, before relaxing.
"Yeah, sorry," you muttered. Pietro shrugged, before sitting in the empty chair beside you. The two of you were quiet as you gazed out at the dazzling lights of New York. You glanced at him, and noticed a distraught look on the speedster's face. Bags were heavy underneath his eyes, and he didn't meet your gaze.
"I had a nightmare about my family," you started, wanting to break the silence and get it off your chest. Pietro turned to you. "It was the fire, I couldn't save them. Not in time at least. If only I had found out sooner..." you trailed off. Your voice had started quivering and you blinked your tears away. You distracted yourself with some more grapes. Pietro was silent still.
"It wasn't your fault, (Y/N)..." He murmured softly. You nodded, knowing he was right. The guilt just felt so heavy...
"What about you? If you don't mind me asking that is," you added quietly. Pietro turned to face the city again, shrugging.
"It was about Hydra, when Wanda and I didn't know where to go we found shelter with them. We thought they were kind until they started testing us, and treating us as there lab rats. We both knew we were getting into something bad, but we didn't realize we were going to have to kill innocent people," you nodded, listening to him. Pietro covered his mouth, tears welling in his half red eyes. "They... They wanted us to prove our loyalty, and seeing as we didn't have any other choice we did what they asked." His voice cracked, and he covered his mouth again with both of his sleeved hands. Pietro was silent for little bit, and looked down at his feet. "I just feel like I don't deserve a second chance sometimes," he sniffled. He didn't dare meet your gaze after he told you about those things.
"Pietro, everyone deserves a second chance." You started, your voice was soft and sympathetic for the speedster. When Pietro didnt look up at you, you set the bag of grapes down beside your chair. "Look at where you are now. You and Wanda are two amazing superheroes, you've saved countless lives. You took your shot at redemption, and have earned your title as an Avenger." You added. Pietro sniffled again, this time meeting your gaze. He let out a small, sad laugh and wiped his eyes again. You smiled as you saw him lighten up, relieved that he seemed to feel a bit better.
"Thank you, love," he whispered. You nodded, smiling. It hit you that the heart gripping terror that held you earlier was gone for now. Pietro now played with his hands, an embarrassed look on his face. "Uh, (Y/N)?"
"Hmm?"
"Would you uh... would you mind sleeping with me? Just for tonight, I just... I can't be alone," Pietro struggled to get out. You nodded, and replied with an 'of course.' You knew what he was feeling all too well, so you didn't have a problem. Pietro thanked you, one of his signature grins on his face. The two of you talked for a little while longer about other things until he noticed you dozing off in your chair. You felt him nudging your shoulder, and you tiredly opened you eyes to meet his gaze.
"Stand up love," confused, you got up. Pietro picked you up quickly, startling you. "Hold on tight," he whispered. Within a few seconds you were in his room. Slightly disoriented from the sudden movements, you studied his room. It had a clean smell, like freshly cleaned clothes. A few long sleeve shirts were strewn about but aside from that it looked fine. Tired, you flopped down on his bed, and Pietro joined you.
"Thank you," he murmured quietly. Opening one eye, you flashed him a tired smile before finally closing your eyes and falling asleep.
It was pitch black, and a dreamless night. Although you didn't mind until you were awaken by a loud groan that eventually turned into a frightening shout. Groggily sitting up, you turned to face Pietro. The poor man was thrashing on his back, his hands clenched up into tight balls around the pillow case as tears flooded from his closed eyes. Realizing what was happening you immediately turned to him, nudging him gently.
"Pietro, it's alright. It's just a dr-" you were interrupted by a blue flash that tackled you and pinned you to the bed. Startled, you looked up at a wide eyed terrified Pietro. His breathing was frantic, he blinked a few times as his eyes watered again.
"(Y/N)... I-I'm so sorry," he whispered. It broke your heart to hear Pietro's voice quiver. You raised a hand that loosened underneath his grip and touched it to his face. You wiped his tears away. Pietro only stared down at you, looking horribly guilty about his actions.
"Pietro, it's alright." You whispered back. Pietro cleared his throat, and let go of your other wrist, still clearly embarrassed. You rolled over, facing him. He seemed surprised.
"You're staying?"
"Why wouldn't I? You have softer sheets than my bed," you joked. You relaxed as you heard him chuckle, and the two of you stared into each other's eyes. To be fair you did love his soft, dark blue sheets, they were awesome.
"Come here," Pietro gave you a confused look.
"What do you mean?"
"Just come here," he hesitantly scooted over to you and you scooted upwards to hug him. You pulled his head close towards your neck until it rested in the crook of yours, and entwined your left hand with his. Pietro sighed shakily, his warm breath hitting your neck. Your free hand played with his hair peacefully, and you heard him quietly snore after a little bit. You smiled, growing drowsy after a while, and falling asleep.

You awoke to find Pietro's arm wrapped around your waist, him cuddling you still. Sunlight filtered in through the shades that once leaked in faint moonlight. His breathing was steady, and not like the frantic state it once was in last night. You didn't mind staring at his pretty features, you didn't want to wake him up. It seemed this was the best sleep he had gotten in a long while. You closed your eyes again, for a little while until you felt him press a kiss to your head. Opening them, you met Pietro's smile with your own, and you two pressed your heads together.
"Y'know, I might ask to sleep with you more often if it helps the both of us," you said quietly. Pietro laughed, hugging you again.
"I was going to say the same thing my love," taking your hand and kissing it. You smiled, and kissed him. He had a shocked expression.
"And people say I'm quick to move," Pietro teased. You rolled your eyes before you felt your lips meeting his again.

ALTERNATE ENDING

It was the exact same nightmare. The bloodied and now burned body of your older brother, the screams of your sister and father, and the begging of your mother. You wanted to dive in, and help but you were frozen. You couldn't move no matter how bad you wanted to. A hand rested on your shoulder.
"It's a shame your brother was a liar," a sickeningly smooth voice sighed. You didn't need to look at the man beside you to know who he was. It was the sick bastard who killed your brother. Your brother got wrapped into a drug gang, but wanted out as soon as he unintentionally got roped up into it. He found an excuse to get out, but was killed for it. The man who had recruited him had started this fire. You felt something prod you, and a faint voice echo something you couldn't make out. The man turned to you, and instantly your frozen state melted. Your skin hardened and grew spiky, and you thrusted your fist into the man's face but watched hopelessly as he disappeared into a cloud of smoke.
"(Y/N), you've got to get up! It's not real," an accented voice whispered.
You awoke from the dreamscape, but it didn't change what you saw. You could've sworn you saw your brother's murderer in front of you, and you pushed yourself out of the bed, furiously tackling the figure in front of you off the bed and onto the ground. The man groaned as he hit the wooden floor, but his eyes widened as your hardened fist was raised and smashed into the ground, mere inches away from his head. It caused the wood to splinter, leaving a crater in the floor. He seemed shocked. You lifted your fist again, ready to strike.
"(Y/N) its me!! Pietro! It's not real, please!" Pietro shouted beneath you. You were breathing heavily as the figure of the killer disappeared and you looked down at a terrified Pietro. "It was just a dream," he repeated. You looked up at you cocked arm, and gasped quietly. You retracted your spikes and hardened skin, and got off of him shakily.
"I'm s-so sorry," tears flooded from your eyes as you covered your face and ducked out of his room. You heard him shout your name from the room but you raced down the hallway. Your heart was beating rapidly, and you didn't know where you were going but the image of Pietro's terrified face flashed in your mind again. You halted in the hallway, sobbing into your hands. A familiar whoosh sounded beside you.
"Hey hey hey, are you alright lovely?" Pietro's voice made you jump and you struggled to bring together words through your racking sobs.
"I almost hit you, I could've hurt you really bad," you sobbed a bit too loudly. Pietro gently grabbed your wrists, pulling them away from your face and giving you a serious, sympathetic look.
"But you didn't, look at me, I'm intact just as before. You didn't hurt these perfect looks," he joked. You quietly laughed, but tears still streamed down your face as if it was rain.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you whispered. Pietro wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest while quietly shushing you. You sobbed quietly, you were too embarrassed and felt too bad about what you had done. Your crying had eventually ceased, and you felt safe in his arms. Pietro eventually picked you up, returning you to his room where he set you on his bed. Even though you knew he was forgiving of the incident, the splintered wood washed new waves of guilt over you. Pietro noticed you staring at the broken floor, and he got up, disappearing to his bathroom briefly, returning with a towel and spreading it out over the floor.
"Better?" He whispered. You nodded, and opened your mouth to apologize again. "Don't, you have nothing to be sorry about my love. We can talk about it any time later, for now, just get some rest." Pietro kissed your forehead, and brought you close to him again. You sighed, relishing the comforting feeling you felt with him. The two of you drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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Yeeeee, hellooo :)))
This was actually really fun to write as I had had this idea in my mind for a while! I hope it came out okay, please lemme know if there are any typos, and critiques as I'd like to get better at writing haha. 💖 I'll try getting something out tomorrow!