Pietro Maximoff Oneshots/Fluff

Lazy

Requested by @Speedy_Maximoff
        "Can you do one where we like get hurt on a mission, and he freaks out or just an overall funny imagine?"

    You spun around quickly, heaving your leg up swiftly to strike the man in front of you in the side. As you were about to move away from him, he retaliated by gripping your leg and you felt yourself being thrown to the mats beneath you. You looked up at Steve with a frown, as he only smiled and helped you up.
    "Gotta be faster (Y/N)," he chuckled. You got to your feet and brushed the excess hair out of your face. You kept a determined look on your face as you nodded, and got ready to spar with Steve again. Smiling, you couldn't help but let your concentrated face falter as you felt a familiar pair of eyes watch you.
    Steve lunged at you again, and you immediately ducked to dodge him. He went low as soon as he saw you squat, and you barely managed to get away in time as he tried pinning you down. You jumped onto him, swinging your legs to wrap tightly around his neck but soon enough felt him shake you off. With a grunt, Steve threw you off of him and you instinctively tried rolling away as soon as you hit the mats. However you were too late, and felt your stomach sink as you felt yourself roll against your ankle hard. Immediate waves of a sore and throbbing pain sent shivers through your body as you clutched your ankle. You gasped as you tried moving it. Steve was already walking over to you, but you felt a warm presence greet you first.
"(Y/N) look at me, are you alright?" Your boyfriend's voice was music to your ears as you looked up at his worried face. Steve had crouched beside you with the same question written on his. Pietro was already trying to pick you up but you stopped him.
"Yes yes, I'm fine! I just landed bad, that's all. It definitely isn't broken," your voice trailed off as you bent over to look at your ankle. Pietro didn't seem reassured in the slightest but Steve smiled.
"Sorry about that. Don't worry about training, it doesn't sound like you're going be up and at it again for a little while," Steve and Pietro both helped you up and you nodded. However you dreaded being confined to a room or the couch. You opened your mouth to reply, but you felt Pietro's hands grip your thighs and shoulders as he picked you up. The world became a blur.

Dazed, you looked around the new surroundings. Pietro set you down in a swivel chair as you left your disoriented haze.
"I'll be right back," Pietro kissed your cheek before speeding off again and you frowned. It wasn't that bad. It really wasn't. You had suffered worse. You looked down at your feet, and studied the tennis shoes you wore. Cautiously, you tried applying pressure to your injured foot but immediately recoiled at the feeling of the sore pain. You grimaced.
"I'm never going to get used to that," Banner's voice mumbled behind you. Swinging around you faced Pietro and Banner who were walking over to you. Pietro still seemed visibly worried as Banner crouched to look at your injury.
"What's the matter?" Pietro's eyes met your gaze, but you broke the contact as you glared sharply at Banner who had pressed two of his fingers onto your injury. Pietro gave him an unhappy look, but eventually met your gaze again.
"You are hurt printessa, I just worry," he admitted. You smiled at his words.
"YoU'rE hUrT pRiNcEsS," both you and Pietro turned to see Clint walking into the room. You couldn't hold back your laughter at his horrible Russian accent as he joined the three of you. Banner even chuckled. Pietro however, glared at Clint but it was obvious the Sokovian was stifling his own smile.
"I'm not Russian old man," Pietro retorted as Clint grinned at your reaction.
"What, you can't tell me this sounds bad," Clint said spreading his arms whilst continuing with the accent. You snorted while trying to keep quiet, but eventually started laughing when Pietro turned to you with a shocked expression.
"Really now draga?" Pietro said incredulously with a smile.
"You have to admit, it sounds an awful lot like you." Banner was wrapping your foot up with some bandages. Pietro smirked.
"I'd watch what you say," Pietro warned. You grinned at his mischievous demeanor but turned to face Banner as he stood up.
"No worries. You just wrenched your ankle pretty bad. Don't expect to walk on it correctly for at least 4-5 days. Treat it like any other sprain. Keep it elevated, iced, etc," Banner took his glasses off. You groaned. Exactly what you didn't want to hear, but you weren't entirely surprised either. Everyone else in the compound hated it when you were sick or injured. It seemed impossible to keep you down.
"It's not the injury we're worried about. We're gonna have to lock her in her room," Clint joked. It's as if he read your thoughts.
"Ha ha," you sighed. Pietro smiled, and you were pleased to see that he was a bit more calm.
"Thank you doctor," Banner was interrupted by Clint.
"Of CoUrSe," Clint bowed with a terrible impersonation of the doctor. Pietro grinned before scooping you up in his arms again and leaving the room.