Pietro Maximoff Oneshots/Fluff

I Want To

Frate - Brother

        Wanda's P.O.V.

    You were nestled in the couch while reading a book that Banner had let you borrow. Your elbow was propped up against the cushions to keep your head propped up, and you poured your focus into the pages in front of you. You flicked your finger, using your powers to change the page. It was quiet, until you heard footsteps ring from the hallway. Turning your head, you briefly abandoned the book in your lap and spotted your messy looking brother.
    Pietro's hair was stirred up and the button up shirt was halfway unbuttoned. He seemed annoyed, and his blue eyes were taut with loneliness. You couldn't help but pity him. Fortunately, Pietro seemed to perk up as he spotted you and plopped himself onto the empty space of the couch beside you. He sighed, not bothering to fix his disheveled appearance.
    "What is it?" You asked, folding a corner of the page to bookmark it. Pietro sighed, lazily brushing hair out of his face.
    "I am tired of some of the women I meet. All they care about are my looks, and it doesn't help that I have the title of an Avenger," Pietro retorted. He flipped through Netflix on the TV, but it was clear he wasn't really paying attention to it. You nodded understandingly. After a little bit of silence he slid the remote onto the coffee table and slouched back into the couch. He clearly didn't want to dive further into whatever he didn't want to tell you. You closed your eyes, watching a red glow form in the darkness. You gently used your powers to sneak into your brother's mind. You didn't read his thoughts, you never read anyone's thoughts. All you did was sense there emotions, and you weren't surprised to feel the annoyed and flustered emotion within Pietro. Wait, there was something else. A feeling that almost turned your red powers into a pink hue.
    You opened your eyes, and blinked at Pietro who had narrowed his own. He opened his mouth to speak but you interrupted him and turned to face (Y/N) who's presence you felt before she actually stepped foot into the room. Pietro quickly glanced at her, before turning away.
    "Hey Wanda, and Pietro," (Y/N) chirped. She gave the top of Pietro's silver head a weird look, but you waved before she walked away. Pietro was silent, before meeting your gaze.
    "Whatever happened with you an (Y/N)?" You asked. Pietro sighed and looked away.
    "We were friends. Good friends so I thought. Then she just stopped talking to me, I swear I didn't do anything wrong," Pietro's words grew slightly defensive. You scoffed. "It's true! Listen, all I really want is to find someone to settle down with. I don't want to be dating three people at once anymore. It gets old quickly," Pietro huffed. That kind of surprised you, especially since your brother was once stuck in one too many love triangles back in Sokovia.
    "Well, I don't even need to use my powers to tell that someone feels the same way for you. She just won't admit it," you replied simply. Pietro turned to you this time, and you smiled as his eyes glowed with curiosity.
    "'She?' Is it Romanoff?" You were glad to see your sibling's humorous side return, and scoffed before shoving him. Pietro chuckled.
    "Your charms won't get you that far," you mused. Pietro rolled his eyes.
    "Well, (Y/N) hates me and I have not met Pepper. Y'know, you can tell me if it is a man, I won't be bothered," he teased. You let a 'ha-ha' before meeting his gaze seriously.
    "(Y/N) doesn't hate you. She hates the way you act, and I do too," you said.
    "Well good, because I'm not planning on going out with any other women," Pietro replied.
    "Good start... be careful. You know how reluctant she is to get close to anyone. Especially after-" Pietro nodded, cutting you off. The two of you fell silent, and you didn't need to feel his emotions either right now to tell how nervous he was feeling. Pietro got up, saying he was 'going on a run,' but you knew where he was going.
    "Don't screw this up," you murmured before returning to your book.

        Reader's P.O.V.
   
    You struck the navy blue punching bag in front of you viciously, not caring about anything else. Frustration that flared into a dangerous anger coursed through your veins like lava as you threw your wrapped up fists again and again and again. Memories flashed in your mind.     The helpless moments of a trusted friend who had just thrown you below her to get in front. For power. Power that you didn't need. Every strike brought a new picture of your worst enemy's face and it just made you angrier. Pietro. The silver haired speedster flashed in your mind and you stopped your fist mere inches away from the punching bag. Your breathing was quick, and sweat made your face glisten. Blinking a few times, you studied the punching bag. The poor thing was worn out, and you knew you were going to get a lecture from Steve. It just occurred to you your hands were shaking, so you decided to stop.
    Damn you. Damn you and your thoughts. Your mind has been messy recently, and Pietro was strewn about. You walked over to your water and sipped it. You wanted too. You really wanted to trust Pietro as a boyfriend, but you knew the risks that involved. Him finding someone else, possibly dying on the battlefield, or just not liking you in general. You knew how he was with other women. You didn't want to be another one of his playthings. You walked over to the wall that held up your water bottle and jacket you were previously wearing, and left the training room.
The crisp air of the cooled hallway immediately relaxed you as you made your way up the stairs. You rounded a corner just in time to run into a fine form, and you felt your head smack the stranger's chest. A bit confused, your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw who it was. Pietro's kind blue eyes softened when he saw you.
"Sorry draga, I did not see you," he chuckled. You couldn't fight off the butterflies you felt flutter about in your stomach.
"I-It's fine," you replied flatly. Pietro smiled, before giving you a small wave and walking away. You watched him trot down the stairs towards the room you had just exited and sighed before continuing down the hall towards Tony's lab.