Pietro Maximoff Oneshots/Fluff

Coffee

Pietro's P.O.V.

"Nobody needs those options though! There's like, fifty different things you can get for one drink, and it's just coffee!" Tony exclaimed. You smiled as you heard (Y/N)'s pretty laugh ring at the old man's argument.
"Sorry not everyone likes the same old dark roast, $9.99 vat of boring coffee from Walmart," she retorted playfully. Tony gasped, trying to hide his amused expression.
"That hurt (Y/N). I feel personally attacked. You young kids have so many exotic options now," he muttered.
"It's not exotic though! It's just different than something you elders are used to!" You leaned on the counter, now fully invested in your girlfriend's argument. You admired her pretty looks, and cute face when she was trying not to laugh. Tony's jaw dropped at her words.
"Hey, I know you two roadrunners are dating, but it's to early for you to be latching onto his nicknames," Tony scoffed. You grinned at his comment. (Y/N) opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by JARVIS.
"Sir, there appears to be a man on the main floor requesting an audience with Ms.(L/N)." You narrowed your eyes at the A.I.'s words. (Y/N) and Tony seemed mildly surprised as well.
"Did he say anything else?" Wanda asked, joining you in the kitchen. She exchanged curious looks with you.
"Well, he claims to be your father Ms. (L/N)." JARVIS replied awkwardly. You felt your heart sink. You had been dating (Y/N) for the last year and a half, but you had never heard her talk lightly about her family. Especially her father. Her once joyous face had turned sour with annoyance.
"Last time I checked, I don't have a father," she muttered angrily. (Y/N) picked at her nails, and sent Tony an apologetic glance as he winced at her comment. He had become a father figure to her. "Well, unfortunately I know him well enough to know that he won't leave until he gets a sliver of what he wants, so I guess I'll be right back," she huffed unhappily. What if she isn't safe... You shouted a good luck, to which she replied a loud 'thanks,' as she headed towards the elevator. Surely I should be there... no?
"You shouldn't be there. Enough of your what-ifs, you know she'll be safe." Wanda murmured beside you. You rubbed your face and sighed.
"I know, I'm just... worried. (Y/N) rarely talks about her family, and when she does it's not anything good."
"She can protect herself, after all you did train her. She's nearly stronger than you," you glared at your sister who merely grinned. You turned to glance at the doors that led to the long staircase, your shoulders hunched as you developed a plan.
"Pietro Maximoff, don't go."
"It's alright, she won't even know I'm there."

Reader's P.O.V.

You didn't bother changing into something nicer, and just wore your typical hoodie, jeans, and vans down the elevator. As you hit the busy first floor, half of you wanted to get this over with while the other half of you noted an odd feeling. As if you were being tailed. Halting in your tracks, you glanced around at the scene in front of you and behind you. There wasn't anything suspicious, so you shrugged it off and made your way across the floor. Eventually, you spotted three officers surrounding a man in a dark coat with brown hair. He wore glasses, and seemed unhappy with the 'pleasant' company the officer's offered. Your father immediately turned to face you, looking surprised. You met his growing happy face with an increasingly annoyed one.
"You guys can go, thank you, but I'll be alright." The policemen dipped there heads before leaving.
"(Y/N), it's so good to see you again," your father whispered.
"Daniel," you responded flatly.
"You're all so grown up," he added, his brown eyes glittering with pride.
"What did you want, and yeah, I know. The last time you saw me I was eleven," you hissed. Daniel cleared his throat at your defensive comment.
"Well, I learned you weren't present at your mother's funeral, and then I saw you in action with the Avengers last week." As he spoke, you felt that odd feeling again, and glanced around briefly. Then you realized what he had said, and sighed, rubbing your forehead. Last week you were sent on a quick mission to bust a high ranking crime lord with Steve and Clint, it wasn't hard but apparently you had been caught on camera kicking ass with them. It went viral within seconds of being posted. You met Daniel's eyes again, which were round with concern.
"(Y/N), what are you doing here?" You were baffled by his question.
"What am I doing here? I'm using my strength to save people and right wrongs, instead of being an alcohol mule for Denise." You snapped. Daniel looked like he was struggling to find words to respond to that. "Yeah, when you left she turned into a drunk. She forced me to zip to and from the liquor store." He stuttered, clearly shocked at what had happened to his family.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I never realized she did that to you.. But they aren't your real family..." his voice trailed off. You hated that you actually felt slightly bad for him, but that changed when you heard his quiet addition.
"Ever since I joined the Avengers, I've felt at home, cared for, and happy. If you seriously want me to come with you after all this time and abandon them like you had done to me, then you're crazier than you were before." You didn't let any sympathy spill into your words. The last words you had said to him were 'I love you,' when he said he had to 'run an errand.' After him not coming home for several weeks, Denise and you had assumed he was dead or didn't want anything to do with the 'incident.' The man was a coward. A scared one.
"I'm assuming this is the last time I'll see you for a while, so can I just get you a cup of coffee and catch up?" Daniel pleaded. Despite the anger burning like wild flames internally, you did feel slightly bad for going off on him, and hesitantly agreed. The two of you decided on a small cafe, 10 minutes away from the tower within walking distance. You agreed around 12 tomorrow. Managing a small 'bye' to him, you walked back towards the elevators. Your strong senses focused on the sound of footsteps that tracked your own. When you waited for whoever it was to get closer, you heard them clearly, and immediately rounded, striking your stalker in the face. The man was clearly caught off guard as he hit the ground with a thud, he used a hand to prop himself up. The surrounding people seemed as if they were going jump in to help if needed, but worriedly returned to there activities as they saw his face. Then you saw him.
"Dam it Pietro, what are you doing here?!" Worry ate up the frustration you once felt as you helped your boyfriend get back on his feet. He groaned as he clutched his nose, his hand revealing a small pool of blood. Fuck.
"I just wanted to make sure you're safe, but Wanda was clearly right, you can protect yourself," Pietro muttered, half jokingly, while wiping the slowly dripping blood from his nose with his sleeve. You pressed a finger to his nose, relieved to find it wasn't broken.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry for hitting you, I felt you watching me the second I came down here... dam you. You took the stairs, huh?" You asked. Pietro ran a hand through his hair, flashing you a guilty, mischievous grin.
"Yeah, I'm alright. And yes, Miss Detective, I did. Anyways, forget about me, are you okay? I only wanted to be around in case he hurt you, or got too close," he added quietly, while glancing behind him to where Daniel once stood.
"Oh, I'm fine. I'm gonna meet him for coffee tomorrow, and please, this time don't follow me," you smiled guiltily as he gingerly touched his nose. Pietro again assured you he was perfectly fine, before hoisting you into his arms and speeding up the stairs.
When you returned to the final floor, you watched Wanda smack Pietro over the head as she scolded him for following you despite her better judgement. Tony bolted over to hug you.
"Are you alright? How'd it go down squirt?" You rolled your eyes at your 'father's' nickname for you as you explained what happened and where you were going tomorrow. Tony nodded, listening to it all before hugging you again.