Pietro Maximoff Oneshots/Fluff

Night In

Warning - Drinking, drunk people (nothing bad though!) Also, sexual innuendos and talk, but nothing actual smut ofc!

You awoke suddenly, and got up with a tired groan. Your head was rippling with such strong pain, and you immediately felt nauseous. Light filtered in through the shades as you squinted and blearily looked around. As you got up, you felt another person's limbs beside you, and turned to look down at Pietro. You heart sank. The man was still in his jeans and half covered by a blanket, but he was shirtless as he silently slept. Glancing around with worry, you analyzed the scene around you. It smelt faintly of alcohol, and his shirt was on the ground beside your bra. Wait. That was your bra. With panic you looked down at yourself and grabbed your chest, and was instantly relieved to find your top on. You wore some pj shorts with the nice looking long sleeve from last night. You glanced back at Pietro, and realized this was his room. What the hell happened last night?

Last Night

"And this drink, is to put an end to HYDRA!" Tony shouted, holding up a martini that Nat had whipped up for each of them. You smiled as your teammates celebrated happily, and took a sip of you own drink, wincing at the sharp and bitter taste. Your most recent mission had put an end to HYDRA. Even if it was only temporary. Fury and Maria had announced that after countless runs, tests, and surveys, they couldn't find any substantial leads that pointed to HYDRA growing or resurfacing again. However they were keeping very close tabs to see if anything sprouted of course. You glanced at Steve who took a small sip of his drink, usually not one to celebrate like this. Thankfully you guys had stayed at the facility, and celebrate privately. You felt Pietro wrap his arm around your shoulder, grinning as he drank from his own drink. You shrugged you friend off, smiling.
"So, is tonight the night I'll finally see you shit-faced?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. Pietro scoffed.
"Not if I see you there first, printessa." Pietro challenged. You heard a new voice join you two.
"You children shouldn't be drinking anyways," Clint teased. Pietro rolled his eyes, giving the archer a playful glare.
"We can't save all the fun for the old people," Clint shook his head at the speedster's comment as you laughed. He met your gaze, before nudging you and redirecting your attention to Nat and Bruce who talked.
"How much you wanna bet he'll actually get the hint this time?" He whispered. You hummed in fake concentration, but it was Bruce Banner you were talking about.
"$15." The two of you watched a little longer, and when the two flirtatious people in front of you fell silent, Clint sighed. He took out his wallet just as Bruce said, 'W-Wait, does that mean you wanna go somewhere?' You chuckled, and grabbed your 'hard earned' money. Clint left to find Tony as you turned back to Pietro who was watching what happened with an amused expression. Some quick flashed in his eye, but it disappeared as quickly as it had flickered. Pietro cleared his throat a bit awkwardly, before beckoning you to follow him where the others were crowding around the island in the kitchen. You shook your head and chuckled as you spotted Tony, who was laying out nine shot glasses and filled each one with whiskey.
"Oh no," Nat muttered as you drew a bit closer.
"Everyone has to do one at the very least!" Tony announced, which created a mix of groans and laughter from the small crowd. You handed one to Pietro before taking one for yourself. "Bottoms up!" Flipping it upwards, you felt the alcohol burn your throat, and you coughed a few times before putting the glass back on the counter. Tony shook his head while Sam winced, but kept a smile.
"Looks like we'll find out who's going to win," Pietro murmured quietly beside you.

2 Hours Later

"Look at you, you idiot! I won!" Pietro yelped as you playfully (and drunkenly) slapped his chest. Wanda laughed tiredly, as she agreed to watch the two of you, unsure of what would happen if you two children were left with too much alcohol unsupervised. The rest of the team was lying down, and the clock read 11:41.
"Uh uh, not until this bottle is finished!" You snapped, waving the half filled bottle of rum Pietro discovered in your hand carelessly. Wanda facepalmed as the liquor spilled on the kitchen counter and floor, but neither you or Pietro cared. Pietro let out a deeply exaggerated sigh, slouching his shoulders dramatically as you two fell silent. Unable to contain your snorts, the two of you erupted into laughter at Pietro's dumb reaction. Wanda got up.
"Listen, I'm tired but I trust the two of you will be alright?" She asked, stifling a yawn. You gave her a salute, and Pietro nodded deeply, failing to keep a serious look. Wanda sighed. "You two are cleaning the mess up tomorrow," she smiled before walking down the hallway to her room.
"Well, it seems like we don't have much left to continue, hmm draga?" Pietro said smugly, throwing his head back to finish his glass.
"I guess so," you grinned. The two of you went back and forth with each other, playing truth or dare. The both of you were wasted. "Truth or dare?" You asked for what seemed the hundredth time this night. Pietro smiled, his eyes glassy.
"Truth."
"Is it true that you're fast... with other things?" Pietro looked at you with surprise, and it quickly turn into smug amusement.
"You'd love to find out, wouldn't you?" He leaned back in his chair, and you noticed his grey polo shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing more to his neck and chest. Yeah. You had to admit. The quick shit was hot. You refilled his glass.
"Gotta answer the question sirr," you replied, lifting your own glass to your lips. All the while you maintained his gaze evenly, with a smirk. You saw lust start to cloud his eyes, as the two of you drank. Suddenly he shot forward, spitting out his drink and coughing. You started laughing.
"What the hell did you do?!" You barely managed to ask, clutching you sides from laughing so hard. Pietro coughed a few extra times before giving in and laughing himself.
"I accidentally snorted it-" Pietro got up, and blew his nose with a napkin. You tried to calm down, but couldn't contain your liquor-influenced giggles. He sat back down.
"Anyways, truth or dare."
"Fuck, it dare," you replied. Pietro smiled, and ran a hand through his hair. His hair. It always caught your eye, and it was gorgeous to you. You'd do almost anything to run your own hands through it. Your eyes flickered to his own, as he seemed lost in thought. After a few more minutes of thinking, he grinned.
"Oh no."
"I dare you, to say something nice about me." You groaned as he laughed.
"Well, that's nearly impossible. Here, why don't I get the negatives out of the way. You piss me and your sister off way to much, your annoying, and just a terrible friend," you mused sarcastically. Pietro chuckled, before looking at you expectantly. You briefly fell silent and got lost in his icy eyes as you genuinely thought about it.
"You're caring. And supportive. You take care of Wanda really well, and you've always been there for the two of us. You're also a great help to the team too," you murmured honestly. Pietro smiled, before faking a scoff.
"I'm afraid that's the alcohol talking," he chuckled. You look down at your hands and fiddled with them.
"You'd be surprised," you muttered. You felt his warm gaze flicker to you, and he hesitantly leaned forward. You looked up at him, as he opened his mouth to talk, but you interrupted him with your lips. Nervousness made your heart race, but you felt him instantly relax into you. He kissed back gently, and after a little bit you broke away for air. You glanced back at the almost empty bottle of whiskey, reality starting to hit you. Pietro followed your gaze and laughed.
"Don't worry, we'll get through it tomorrow. Let's call this a tie, hmm?" He murmured with a guilty smile. You nodded with a tired smile of your own as he picked you up, and took you to his room. There you immediately reached underneath your shirt, and unclasped your bra, sighing in relief at the immediate comfort. You quickly threw it on the ground, before turning to Pietro. He had dumped his polo shirt on the ground, and was shirtless. Your eyes wandered from his scars to his abs, and he met your expression with a smirk. Pietro beckoned you to lay down beside him, and you did. You relished the warmth he provided, as you rested your head on his chest and the two of you almost instantly fell asleep.

Present

The headache was growing, but fortunately you fought down your nausea. Yep. You were never going to drink like that again. At least not for a long time. Last night was still an entire blur, as you sat on the edge of the bed. Your wide eyes darted around nervously, but you didn't want to wake Pietro up. You knew he was your best friend, and wouldn't have done anything without your consent. He probably would've stopped you from doing anything stupid too. You cursed yourself as your eyes fell back onto your black bra that was lying on the ground sadly. You didn't know what the hell to do.
"Well," you heard Pietro mumble. Whipping around, you watched him stretch with a pleasant smile on his face.
"What happened last night?" You asked immediately. He grinned.
"Only the best. You definitely shocked me, I knew you were athletic but wow (Y/N)! You surprised me! Me, of all people!" You buried your face in your hands, and wanted to glare at him as he laughed.
"No no, I'm kidding draga. We merely talked all last night, and just got comfortable before we slept," Pietro got up, pulling a loose shirt of him as he motioned towards your bra and his shirt. "The closest we got to that was kissing, but it never went further." He reassured you. You sighed in relief, nodding. Wait what-
"We kissed?!"
"Yes, we did. You also told me how caring and supportive I was, and how I was always there for you and Wanda," Pietro added a bit more quietly. You flashed him a weak smile, before standing up and stretching.
"Oh, well that's true." The hangover you had briefly forgotten about started to pummel your head and you groaned. Pietro seemed to be hit by his own headache as he pulled you close.
"You know, I did quite enjoy that kiss," Pietro smirked. You smiled, before you leaned in to kiss him again.
"Hey, you idiots left a mess-" the two of you immediately broke away to face an annoyed looking Wanda, who laughed. Your heart skipped a beat as she leaned on the doorframe. "You two left a mess," she continued with a smug expression, "But I can clean it up." Wanda shot her brother a grin and which she received a glare from him. Pietro turning back to you and kissing you. You felt his arm wrap your waist, while yours were wrapped around his neck.
"Why don't we take a shower?"
"That sounds quite nice," you murmured with a smile. Pietro smirked.
"The only thing we'll share today is the Tylenol," he muttered. You laughed as he pulled you to his bathroom.
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Well! Much shorter and later, sorry haha! Class was weird today :)
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! This one was cute to write, I've always had a drunk Pietro and Reader idea, but wasn't sure how to execute it until now. Bye! 💖
Lemme know if you spot any typos, and leave your requests in the comments!