Hold That Thought (Pietro Maximoff x OC)

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I lunged up in bed in a cold sweat, screaming from the terrors that haunted my nightmare. Suddenly a blue blur dashed into my room and landed on the bed beside me. Tears rolled down my face as Pietro scanned my room for some intruder. Where, where is it? Is she hurt? Is someone here? I don't understand. His eyes darted back to me after his unsuccessful sweep of the room.

"S-s-sorry if I w-woke you." I let out in hiccups between breaths.

"What's wrong?" Pietro cupped my face, rubbing the tears away with his thumbs.

"I had a n-nightmare" I looked at his blue eyes, twisted into a pitiful expression.

"Everything is going to be okay, you're safe here. I promise." I nodded as he moved his hands to squeeze mine. I thought you were hurt, you were screaming so loud. Thank god you're okay. I scanned over Pietro's body, realizing that all he was wearing was a pair of pajama pants. Oh my god he's ripped. When I looked back up, his eyes were following a slow trail down my body, then back up to my eyes. Oh, she's uh- I should- yeah.

"Well, good night. Again." He began to rise from the bed, looking towards the door. I grabbed his arm before he got any further.

"Actually, umm." Pietro looked back at me, his piercing blue eyes glowing in the moonlight. "Will you stay? If it's not too weird?" Oh, umm.

"Sure." I slid over to the other side of the bed, holding the covers open for him to crawl in beside me. He laid down to face me, staring deep into my eyes as I blinked into a deep sleep once again. Just before I drifted off I felt his hand reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Goodnight Princessa.

The early morning light filtered into my room as I flickered my eyes open, giving the room a comforting glow. I realized that Pietro and I had become a tangle of limbs, wrapped around each other. I peeked up from his chest to find him still entranced in a deep sleep as he unconsciously pulled me in tighter. I felt his lungs rising and falling underneath me, his heart drumming softly. His warm body radiated out from underneath me as his deep pine scent wafted through the air. I carefully shifted my weight to pull my right arm out from underneath him. I heard a few grumblings come out from his mouth, freezing my movements so as not to wake him further. His hand that rested on my left side moved up and down slowly as his other hand gripped lightly on my thigh that rested just over his hips.

"Good morning." Pietro muttered out in a deep morning voice. He adjusted his weight so that he was leaning up against the headboard, I pushed myself up so that I was sitting with my legs crossed, facing him. His one hand remained resting on my thigh as his thumb rubbed lightly against my warm leg. I could feel butterflies begin to flutter around my stomach as he gave me a soft smile.

"How did you sleep?" I asked, tucking a single strand of hair behind my ear.

"Well, at first I woke up to this terrible screaming," Pietro joked as I gave him a light glare, "But after that, I've never slept better." He's so smooth, like all the time.

"Well, we should probably get up for the day." I watched him roll his eyes at the thought of leaving this paradise.

"If we have to leave this perfectly warm bed, then I'm showering first." He gave me a playful look, Unless you feel like racing for it Princessa.

"Oh, you're on." As he shot up out of bed in a blue blur, I sat in shock. Realizing that I had a lapse in judgement before. How was I supposed to beat the speedy freak in a race? I giggled to myself as I crawled out of bed. I grabbed an oversized, gray pullover and slid it on. I tucked it a little spot into the hem of my sleep shorts before padding into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I heard the shower turn on as I searched through the cabinet for the coffee, standing on my tiptoes to peek into the top shelves. At last, I found the hidden grounds and started the coffee.

As I poured myself a fresh cup, I heard the water creak to a halt. As Pietro showered I realized that he gained a new trick. Thinking in Sokovian unless he wanted me to understand what he was thinking. I had been curious why he hadn't revealed any more embarrassing thoughts to me; I had just assumed the reason I hadn't heard any of his specific thoughts in a while was due to being around more people. His new skill had become apparent as I heard him squealing to himself in some foreign language as the noise of running water filled the rest of the house. I heard the bathroom door creak open, sounds of heavy footsteps traveling down the hallway towards me. A slightly loose, white cable knit sweater engulfed Pietro's fit body. His legs were covered by light wash jeans that were slightly ripped at the knees and his fingers were once again decorated with silver rings.

"Do I smell coffee?" His thick accent drew out his question as he tilted his head slightly.

"Mhmm." I brought my mug up to my mouth and took a long drink from the warm liquid. He walked up to the pot and poured himself a cup, leaning up against the counter across from me after he poured in a little milk.

"So, do you want to talk about your dream last night?" His eyes peered up at me as he took a drink from his cup.

"Sure. I had this giant pig. And I had to teach it how to pole dance, it was very weird." I snarked as he rolled his eyes at me for the second time today.

"I'm serious Elle." He harshly set his coffee cup down next to him.

"I know," I kept my eyes locked on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor, "It was like a montage of moments from before I was taken by Hydra. All the appointments with therapists, kids calling me a freak, muffled conversations between my parents. I woke from the moment I was taken. I could feel myself screaming but it was like no one could hear me, I don't know. I tend to have that one a lot." When I glanced up to meet Pietro's eyes I could see the fear behind them. It wasn't for him, it was for me. How could so much horror be hidden behind your crystal blue eyes Eleanor. I looked away with a half smile as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I could feel as Pietro moved to stand just in front of me, his fingers lightly cupping my chin and moving my face to meet his. His thumb gently swiped away my tear as his eyes furiously raced back and forth between mine.

"Elle-" I pushed away his hand, forcing him to step back.

"I'm going to take a shower." I shimmied around him, not looking back as I sped into the bathroom. Why won't you let me in?

I let the hot water flow down my body as I pushed away all thoughts of my past. "Why won't you let me in?" As if. I let you in more than you know. Why do I trust him so much? I decided to brush away the thoughts of Pietro as well for the remainder of my shower. I snuck back into my room with my towel wrapped tightly around my body. What to wear? What to wear? I dug through my suitcase, grabbing one of the carefully picked out outfits I had packed. A pair of black mom jeans, a loose white crop top and a grey, plaid blazer. I packed another set of workout clothes in my backpack, pulling out the ones from yesterday. I could feel the dog tags swing around my neck as I swung the bag onto my shoulder. I walked back out to the kitchen where Pietro was standing at the stove, a surreal feeling swept over me as I took a seat on the bar stool pulled up against the counter that was to his right. His eyes quickly glanced at me before returning to the eggs that were sizzling in the pan in front of him. A few Sokovian thoughts swirled around his head as he turned the burner off and grabbed two plates.

"I didn't mean to push you." He split the scrambled eggs evenly between the two plates.

"No, you didn't." I took the plate that he was holding out for me, he turned to grab us forks. "I overreacted a little. It still feels so fresh for me." I slid the dog tags up and down on their chain.

"I get it. Hydra doesn't bring up the nicest memories for most people, even me." He took a large bite after he finished his sentence. We sat in a tense silence as we finished our breakfast. I could tell his thoughts were flooding through his brain, but I couldn't understand a single word.

A/N:

I think it's so cute that his presence prevented another night terror. Also the cute moment of waking up together! I can't.

Any thoughts?