Pietro Maximoff Oneshots/Fluff

Both Sides of the Story

        Pietro's P.O.V.

    You set down your phone with an annoyed sigh, and focused your attention on the smooth ceiling above you. There wasn't anything to distract you from the frustration that tugged at your heart. Recently, Tony had sold the Avengers Tower and quickly turned an old warehouse he owned into an entire, multiple building facility. You appreciated the quieter nights, and the more relaxing scenery than Time Square. What was on your mind however, was your break up with (Y/N). The two of you broke up just as quickly as you had gotten together, but what you missed was just... her. She never failed to make you laugh, and you always got this warm feeling around her. One that you never felt with other women.
Unfortunately, the same night you went out with her for the first time as a couple, was the same night your drunk 'ex' girlfriend was trying to pick a fight with you.
    "You're weak. And you call yourselff an Avenger??" Nicole had slurred drunkenly. You glanced around the crowded bar, searching for (Y/N) who had left to the restroom. Turning around, you greeted her with an unfriendly glare. You knew she was just drunk, but it took a lot in you to keep your cool. Besides, the two of you had never actually dated. You made sure she knew it was a one night stand, just like you did with every other woman. Well, almost.
"You're a liar, whoever's on your arm now should know that," she hissed.
"Is that it? Are you done now?" You snapped, not caring if she was drunk or not now.
"Nope." Before you knew it, Nicole was on you. You groaned as she forcefully pressed her lips on yours, and you could taste the bitter alcohol on her. You immediately grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her off you. You spit, wanting to get her taste as far away from you as possible, and you wiped your mouth with your sleeve. Despite the loud music and chatter around you, you made out a heart broken gasp echo behind you. Your heart sank. It wasn't what it looked like. You whipped around to face a horrified (Y/N) who had covered her mouth, tears instantly welling in her eyes as she bolted in the opposite direction towards the glass doors of the bar. You shouted her name, and pushed through the crowd, ignoring the weird looks and unhappy comments they threw at you. Your heart raced, as you stepped outside, and spotted (Y/N) walking away furiously. Running to catch up to her, you were greeted with a hard slap. You rubbed your cheek, ignoring the sting that felt like needles in your skin.
"How could you Pietro!?" She shouted. It broke your heart to hear how distraught she sounded.
"It wasn't what you thought, she was drunk! She came onto me-" (Y/N) cut you off furiously, and watched as her eyes glowed a dangerous purple. The same color her powers radiated.
"Why on earth should I believe you Mr.Playboy? We haven't even been together for three days, and you're already eating your words." You flinched at her venomous words. (Y/N)'s mascara had started to run along with tears, and you felt hopeless.
"Listen, you have to believe me when I say she was some fling from a month and a half ago. We never had anything lasting between us, and she's going to be black out drunk in the next half an hour," you retorted. (Y/N) laughed incredulously in between sniffles.
"Yeah? How do I know that isn't going to be us, Pietro?" She asked coldly. You didn't see a single ounce of remorse in her eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, but you're own guilt and sadness stopped you. She scoffed, letting her hands fall and hit the sides of her thighs. "Let's just go home, I've had enough of a nightmare today."
You covered your face with your hands. (Y/N) was mad at the wrong person. To be fair the situation did look horrible, but if she had just let you explain yourself... She was stubborn. A few months prior to when you two got together, she was dating Liam. Liam had only used her to gain popularity with the whole 'I'm dAtInG aN aVenGeR' shtick. He dumped her when a woman he found more attractive walked into his life. Ever since, (Y/N) was reluctant to even think about an intimate relationship until you two grew that close, but after the bar incident the two of you rarely spoke. You mainly held a fluent conversation during missions, and even then your guys's words were quick and your sentences's were short. Outside of mission life, you two barely talked. It was clear the other Avengers could sense the discomfort and tension that seemed to radiate from the both of you two when you were in the same room, and every time one of you confronted each other about it, it turned into a heated argument. After a while, you just wanted to stop fighting. It may seem wrong, but you tried to avoid her now. You knew Wanda knew the truth, thanks to her powers, but the rest of the team didn't know who's side to take and tried to avoid getting involved altogether.
    Sitting up, you ruffled your silver hair, holding your face with your hands. Usually, when you didn't know what else to do, you found yourself in the training room. So that's what you decided to do, despite it being almost 1 in the morning.