Hold That Thought (Pietro Maximoff x OC)

The Mission

The rest of the week seemed to fly by. Pietro and I had wandered around New York a little more, visiting museums and long walks in Central Park. Moments full of tension and emotion seemed to spring up on me when I was least expecting it to the point where I get butterflies when he enters the room. Our nights were filled with bad television and crashing on the couch, waking up at 1 in the morning to being cradled by the other. We would wander into our respective rooms only to stay up until sunrise thinking about each other. The little moments of contact, shared glances and looks. All the moments we wished we could've made a move, inched just a little bit closer. The rest of the time was spent beating each other into oblivion during training with Steve and Nat, or planning for our mission. Happy had called us yesterday to let us know that there had been no chatter about either of us, but that he would keep one ear open. Pietro had scooped me up in a hug and spun me around the room when we found out, frozen in time in his arms as he held me and stared into my eyes after he stopped spinning. I knew every little fleck in his eyes, studied every little hair in his growing beard as we took in each other one too many times. I was packing as Pietro stood in my doorway, waiting for the right moment to speak his mind. Now, however, was not the time and we both knew it as he stood there silently.

"What's up Speedster?" I asked, zipping up my bag.

"Just checking to see if you were packed up and ready to head out. Nat and Steve are ready for when we get there." His arms crossed in that comfy looking navy blue sweater somehow made him look even hotter. I could almost feel his rings gliding up and down my body as I pictured what we could be. I sighed, overwhelmed with my own fantasy, picking up my bags and carrying them past him into the living room.

"Well, I guess this is the end of this part of our relationship, Roomie." I looked over to meet a quizzical look from Pietro. "We probably aren't going to be rooming together anytime soon. I assume that Fury's got us all split up or at least divided by gender. Plus it's not like I'll see you after this mission. I'm a one-hit wonder for most teams I work with." Pietro's face sank as I rambled on, our little peace was dissipating before our eyes. After this mission there would be no flirting or mind games, retreating to our separate and regular routines.

We loaded up the car and drove in silence to the compound, mourning the loss of a good roommate. Pietro's emotions were overriding his instinct to think in Sokovian, letting English thoughts slip out. I don't want to let go. Why does she have to be right? I'm not sure why we were so sad before we even had to say goodbye. Something about leaving the safehouse felt so bittersweet. I held back a tear as we pulled up to the massive building, jogging over to where the Quinjet was waiting for us.

We loaded up onto the Quinjet, Steve carrying both his and Nat's bags to the baggage section of the jet. He was wrapped around her little finger and she didn't even know it yet, or she did and was using it to her advantage. We settled into the long flight, making conversation with each other, but Pietro and I remained fairly quiet. What happened between them? Nat of course was able to pick up on our mood, for the wrong reasons though. Oh my god. They didn't.

"Nat. No." I gave her an 'what the fuck are you saying' look before returning to look at the laptop in front of me. Oh shit. I forgot.

"What?" Pietro looked up at the two of us, waiting for Steve to put down an Uno card next.

"Nothing Speedy. Also play that card next." I leaned over his shoulder and pointed to one of his yellow cards. He nodded and returned his focus to the game in front of him. Steve sucked at Uno so Pietro had a good chance of winning. We shifted between playing card games, working on files or paperwork, and just talking to each other. I ended up crashing halfway through the flight, waking up to find my head on Pietro's shoulder as he was casually engaging in a conversation with the other two. I smiled before letting myself fall back asleep for a few more minutes. I finally woke up again when Pietro stretched for his laptop, trying so hard to to wake me. I sat up and grabbed my phone. We have got to be close by now. Suddenly the rumble that accompanied the descent of the Quinjet started below us. I looked out to find us landing in a random field, pretty far from any real city or town. I helped everyone with unloading our gears and moving them into the car.