Pietro Maximoff Oneshots/Fluff

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You were sitting on the steps of the inside of an abandoned shed. Today had gone just perfectly. You were in the middle of a ghost town in Sokovia. After the fight with Ultron, about half of Sokovia was completely abandoned after the citizens were successfully evacuated. Some decided to stay away, some decided to return to there home. It just meant that Sokovia's population was half of what it once was.
The mission you were on right now was meant to be a quick mission. Not one where you were going to have to wait two to three days longer to send an S.O.S. message to Tony and the others because you were stranded here. You, Clint, Natasha, and Pietro were supposed to quickly raid one of HYDRA's weapon bases, and the four of you had followed out with the plan. What you didn't know, was there was an inside HYDRA agent working in SHIELD that had access to your mission plans and weaknesses, so it was needless to say the four of you got your asses kicked at that base. Everyone one of you was roughened up. Pietro and Natasha had both been shot, Clint had gotten his arm burned pretty bad, and you had overused your powers which made you incredibly weak and exhausted. Thankfully Nat's bleeding had stopped, Pietro was healing quickly, and Clint's pain had dwindled slightly.
Your powers consisted of teleportation and force fields, which meant you were one of the team's defense players. Unfortunately for you, you hadn't yet grabbed the reigns of your powers completely. Your barriers were strong, and your teleporting was quick, but after a while it was quite a strong strain.
Your attention flickered to Natasha, who was crouched in front of a small bundle of sticks that quickly ignited. The fire flickered as rain fell outside, and each of you were quiet. You watched the flames dance and illuminate the dark shed. Night was growing quickly outside, and it's darkness swallowed up the grey storm clouds. It had been raining all day, and there didn't seem to be an end in sight.
Clint was sitting on the dusty floor as he soaked his burned arm in a bucket of cold rainwater you had collected for him. His eyes were still glazed with pain, but he seemed stronger than before. The flames that cut through his skin were, without a doubt, going to leave a mark. Pietro was pacing in front of the fire despite being shot mere hours ago. His wound just now turning into a large scab. Natasha leaned back and watched the fire as well. Clint turned to look up at Pietro who seemed to be lost in thought.
"Pietro, sit down. You should rest," he sighed. Pietro shook his head, his blue eyes sparked with frustration. You knew him too well, he was one of your best friends after all.
"I'm alright," his Sokovian voice was cold.
"Just because you're a fast healer doesn't mean you can't take a break. You were just shot badly in the leg. Come on, sit down," Clint urged him. Pietro stopped in his tracks and glared at him.
"There has to be something we can do, we can't just sit here!" He snapped.
"Well there isn't speed freak! Unless we can find a way to fix that radio right now, we have no choice but to lay low. It's the only logical choice we have," Clint rubbed his forehead tiredly, but his voice was calm. Pietro shook his head in annoyance, before continuing to pace again. He seemed more upset at Clint's words. You readjusted the way you were sitting, and pulled your knees underneath your chin. You knew where this was going, and your heart skipped a beat.
"Unlike you old man, I can't just sit here. I have to do something," Pietro muttered.
"Calm down, we'll get through this together," Clint sighed. Pietro spun around suddenly, startling you.
"I told you all. That something was up with Hahn. That bastard was a spy this entire time, but you all told me I was paranoid. You said that to Wanda too, and she knew the truth," Pietro hissed. Natasha got up, her eyes narrowing.
"That's enough. There's enough blame to pass around to everyone here, but what happened is already over. We are a team, we won't go back and forth like children," Nat ordered. Against your better judgement, you got up shakily. Your movements received concerning looks from Natasha and Clint, but you ignored them and took a few steps towards your friend.
"Hey, it's alright. They're right, we'll get through this together-" Pietro shook his head, and you saw his eyes were ablaze with stress and frustration.
"And if we don't? Because we trusted that liar?" His furious words made your heart beat quickly, and you felt the familiar nervousness you hated. Pietro whipped around suddenly, muttering a string of words in his native tongue as he leaned against the darker wall of the shed. His sudden actions made you flinch, and you felt the watchful eyes of your mentors before you left the shed and stepped outside.
It was dark outside, and rain battered the alleyway you had walked into. It was all quiet though. You felt your legs sway and quickly spotted some dry crates that you could sit on. You sighed. The rain battered the abandoned city mercilessly, and you felt the cold water seep into your hair. You didn't care, and didn't bother to pull your hood up over your head. The moonlight was covered by clouds, and faint light coming from the fire inside barely lit up the ground around you. The soft pitter-patter of the rain was peaceful, and was the only sound that echoed throughout the city. Glancing down at your legs, you tried standing up again. You succeeded for a little while, before plopping down onto your seat due to you feeling lightheaded.
You felt helpless, and powerless. Your abilities had stripped you of your strength temporarily, and Pietro's outburst had triggered the same reaction you had when you were a child, and your parents used to fight. It made you want to cry, feeling as if you could do nothing, but you felt it'd be weak of you to. You blinked away the incoming tears, and continued to watch the rain fall. It felt good, the rain had dampened your mission attire but you didn't care. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance, just as footsteps started to approach you. You turned to see Natasha, who met your gaze with a sympathetic smile. You returned hers with a weak one as she sat down beside you, enjoying the peaceful ambiance the storm provided.
"Don't worry (Y/N), we'll get out of here. Pietro's just upset too," Natasha murmured. You nodded. Natasha and Clint had been training you and the twins, and the five of you had grown close like your own small family. It was nice to know that you'd be stuck here with them at least. Natasha's arm was trapped in a makeshift sling. There wasn't any sign of infection from her wound, and she seemed to be doing better as well.
"I'm guessing your not feeling like yourself yet?" Natasha asked. You nodded again.
"Yeah. It's ridiculous. I only used my powers a few times and it feels like I haven't walked in eight months," you sighed. You heard Nat scoff.
"You used your powers to protect the four of us from HYDRA's enhanced weapons, along with teleporting us out of the way of explosives. You did not use it 'a few times.'" You let your smile spread on your face at her words. You rarely over exerted your abilities, so it just felt like you had used it a few times. Everything else seemed like a blur. The falling rain took up the silence as the two of you watched the water make everything in it's vicinity glisten.
"Ever since I was a kid, my parents would fight pretty bad. Sometimes they'd get physical, and sometimes they would drag me into it, but it never seemed like I could actually get away. It was all before I got tested on by my uncle, and it probably sounds dumb. I just... I can't deal with angry or frustrated people. Hats off to you with Banner," you joked while sniffling. Natasha chuckled at your words before rubbing your back.
"I always wondered why you seemed so tense in heated situations. Clint and I have even talked about it a few times," Nat added. The two of you fell silent again, before Natasha helped you up and aided you back into the shed. It was dark, the fire must have burned out. The four of your didn't think to bring too many supplies, just a few emergency weapons and food and water in case you got... well... stranded in a shed while being sniffed out by a terrorist organization. You frowned as you looked around at the darkness, and barely made out a sleeping Clint and a lying down Natasha. Soon enough, incoming waves of weakness washed over you as you quickly found a place to sit. You tripped over something, and felt your face flush as you heard a tired groan. You realized who it was, and started to feel embarrassed.
"(Y/N)?" Pietro murmured, half awake.
"O-Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you," you mumbled. Pietro only chuckled as you climbed over him to sit in the corner beside him.
"It's alright, it's so damn dark," he replied quietly. You sat down beside him, and watched his eyes turn to you, glinting in the darkness.
"Listen... I'm sorry for the way I acted. I-I saw how it made you jump, and the more I think about it the more it hurts me to see you react that way," Pietro whispered. Your heart skipped a beat at his genuine words. You looked away, and felt your hands play with the soft dirt you sat on.
"It's fine. I hate how jumpy I am when things like that happen," you huffed as you rested your chin back on your knees. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness now, and you could make out of the outlines of the things around you, including Pietro.
"I don't understand, it is something you cannot control..." Pietro trailed off, and you felt him place his arm around you. You scooted closer to him, and hesitated to speak. You did eventually, and told him how deep those fights rattled you, and the weakness you felt. Slowing time, grabbing your teammates to teleport away, and hurtling in front of missiles didn't faze you, yet your legs started quivering uncontrollably when you were witnessing a fight unfold in front of you. At the end of your rant, you didn't want to meet Pietro's gaze. You could already guess it. Confusion, surprise, an are-you-serious look. You felt his arm leave your back, and turned to face him when his fingers gently lifted your chin. Your eyes locked with his own, which were laced with comfort.
"I'm sorry, I just wasn't thinking straight..." Pietro murmured. You felt your cheeks darken as his fingers lightly caressed your face. You broke away from him, not knowing what else to do.
"It's alright. It's not like you knew," you reassured him. Pietro nodded, and smiled slightly before hugging you. You sighed into his warm embrace, relishing the comfort you felt. His heart thumped peacefully as you rested your head on his chest. Pietro pressed a kiss to your head, and you felt his fingers gently trail patterns into your sleeved arm. Thunder echoed outside, and the rain continued to fall. It was only a matter of seconds before you fell asleep in Pietro's arms.
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Y'know what I realized? Like, 80% of my imagines are kinda sad or have some dark story behind it-
And like, I'm sorry if it gets repetitive. I'll keep working on some new, happier stuff lmaoo! Also ack- this is like, half of a vent so if this isn't that great just don't mind it. I might delete this later, who knows :')
I'll see you around next post!