Pietro Maximoff Oneshots/Fluff

Pleasant Accidents

Warnings - Sexual suggestions/comments, but overall fluff

You were watching an old Saturday Night Live episode from about a year ago, but you weren't really paying attention. Ever have those horrible brain blanks? Yeah, this is what this was. You knew something important was coming up, you were just talking to Steve about  it earlier today which made it even more annoying. You'd think your high IQ and an enigma of a mind (coined by Tony) would remember something as simple as this. Getting up, you were surprised to see it was only 9, but made your way to Pietro's room. Maybe his quick thinking brain would do the trick. Knocking on his door, you heard a 'hmm,' beckon you in, but blushed madly at the sight before you. Pietro was lounging on his bed, shirtless and wearing some shorts as he met your gaze. He smirked at your reddened face as he browsed something on his phone. You two were... friends. Although you personally wished it was something more, but you also knew how quick he was to jump at every girl in the never sleeping city of New York. Setting his phone down, he crossed his arms, his stupid grin never leaving.
"See something you like, dragoste?" You stifled the shiver you felt and cleared your throat. Oh my god, kill me, please, you silently pleaded, embarrassed to high hell.
"Uh, no. Except these," you grabbed a small bag of chips you spotted on his nightstand and crunched on one. Despite your heart that was beating madly, you kept a cool expression. Pietro shrugged. "Something important is coming up, isn't it?" You asked after chewing. Pietro scratched his chin, briefly dropping his smug expression.
    "You mean Natasha's birthday?" That was it!
"Yes! Thank you, you're a life saver! Shit, what am I going to do now?" You muttered, the feeling of relief came and went quickly. Pietro shrugged again, before turning to stretch his neck.
"You are good at baking, are you not?" He asked curiously. An idea started to form, and you nodded hesitantly.
"Yeah... and I know how much Nat likes chocolate..." you added. Both of your gazes met, as you two seemed to share a knowing look.

"Oh, this isn't what I meant-" Pietro laughed as you pulled up into the parking lot of a Dairy Queen. You laughed with him.
"What did you mean??" He rubbed his face, chuckling still.
"I thought you were going to make a cake!"
"Wait, right now? It's 9:48 at night!" You laughed again as he slouched into the seat. His blue eyes glittered with amusement.
"She has to leave for a mission late tomorrow morning, and won't be able to stay. I thought if we made one for her, she'd appreciate the thought!" Pietro put his hands up innocently as you playfully punched him. He did have a point. You gave in, and left, driving to the nearest grocery store. Pulling into the parking lot, Pietro stared at the store with a confused look, before turning to you.
"What are we doing here?" He asked. You gave him an odd look.
"Getting cake mix and frosting weirdo," you said before getting out of the car. He got out to, before resting his arms on the roof of the car.
"Don't we have ingredients at the tower?"
"Probably not for an entire cake and buttercream frosting," you replied, making sure you had your wallet. You met his gaze over the car, and he smirked.
"Y'know, you're very cute when you blush," Pietro's pretty voice hummed. Feeling your ears and cheeks burn, you rolled your eyes before beckoning him to come with. You grabbed a small cart in case you two needed anything else but watched as Pietro stepped on the end of it as you pushed the cart inside the store.
"You're a child," you huffed. Pietro grinned at your comment, and ignored the funny looks he started to receive.
"Trust me, it's uh, a tradition in Sokovia," Pietro announced, but got off the cart. You rolled your eyes at his joke, but kept your smile. The two of you walked down the baking aisle as you tossed in two small boxes of Betty Crocker's Super Moist Chocolate Cake Mix into the cart. Pietro lazily pushed it alongside you, and you glared at him when you felt the cart wheels nudge your ankle. Pietro shrugged, but you saw the small smile he was trying to hide. Walking over to the frosting area, you reached for the buttercream icing before dropping that into the cart as well. Pietro walked over to the candles.
"How old will she be again?"
"32." You watched with a deadpan face as he grabbed three small boxes of candles and dumped them into the cart. "Oh my god, you're not serious are you?" Pietro smiled.
"We might as well send her off well, right?" You laughed at your friend's words, knowing Nat was definitely going to be surprised. Grabbing the mix, you read the ingredients and instructions. You felt Pietro's jacket brush your shoulder and back as he peered over you, getting closer to your frame. He read them as well, and you ignored the backflip your stomach seemed to take. Not knowing what to do, and painfully nervous, you tossed it back into the cart suddenly.
"Alright, is there anything else we need?" Pietro seemed confused by your sudden actions, but commented he was thirsty. By the check outs, you grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to him. You grabbed one of the boxes and scanned them twice, handing them to Pietro who was barely paying attention to the bagging, and was staring at you.
"Hmm," the was a soft crack sound as you opened the bottle and took a sip of your water.
"Would you consider this our first date?" You choked on your water, and coughed a few times. You met his gaze to realize he was serious.
"What- Why would you think that?" You cleared your throat, and your heart fluttered. Pietro took the bag into one of his hands, smiling at your reaction.
"Well, there was laughter, drinks, oh and music," Pietro managed to point up at the ceiling where faint radio music was playing, and you watched as he started laughing. You were relieved he was kidding, and took the bag from him.
"If that's what you want to think, by all means, go ahead," you grinned at Pietro's amused face, as you turned and headed out the exit. You opened your car door and dropped the bag into Pietro's lap once he got settled in, and headed back to the tower.