Marvel Imagines

WHEN PIGS FLY ↠ Pietro Maximoff

Words: 280
Warnings: none

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You laugh as you dodge Wanda's punch. She looked frustrated, so you dropped the lingering smile.

"You're getting better, and you can use your powers to read your opponents mind, try to figure out what their next move is," you suggested.

After the tip, she got much better and quicker, more confident in her punches and kicks. Until you adapted, thinking of doing one thing, then going for the opposite. You thought of a left hook, and you went for her right.

Once you were both breathing heavily, you called for a break, and Wanda readily agreed.

As you tipped your water bottle up, a woosh of air warned you that you had a visitor.

"Hey, Pietro," you said cheerfully. "Wanda's over there," you pointed towards the door she had exited from.

"I'm not here for her."

"Okay? The work out equipment is ready, and the speed-mill is charged, " you replied.

"No, I want to go on a date with you," he said shyly.

You thought of him as a brother, and you didn't know what to say. "When pigs fly," you smirked, deciding to play hard to get. You immediately felt bad when you saw his crestfallen face. "I'm just kidding, Pietro- shit, Wanda, what are you doing?"

Wanda had lead three pigs into the gym, and she used her powers to make them float around the room.

"Uncalled for," You said. But when you blinked you were in a restaurant, and Pietro was sitting next to you.

"You said when pigs fly, no?"

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