Irrational

Chapter 5 - Bestfriend's Shoulder

A few minutes after you get to your room, you hear a light knocking. You’re pacing back and forth mumbling to yourself “it’s not worth it, it’s not worth it. He’s basically no one, why is this bothering you so badly”.

“Y/N you’re going to wear out the floor the way you’re going, let me in” Pietro says light-heartedly with a small tone of pleading.

You let out a small laugh “It’s open speedy”. Pietro lets himself in sheepishly, you briefly look up and see the concern on his face. “Don’t look at me like that Pietro, my head is overrun as it is, don’t need to be thinking about what you’re currently thinking about me right now on top of it”.

You sigh and sit on your bed, completely overwhelmed with emotions and feelings, that you have no idea what to do about.

Pietro carefully walks over to you, with a sympathetic look on his face. He sits next to you and puts his arm round you and you instinctively put your head on his shoulder. You can feel him rest his head on yours and he begins slowly rubbing his thumb against your upper arm.

“Now, are you going to actually tell me what’s going on or do I need to tell Stark to get you more flooring?” Pietro asks, with a slight chuckle at the end.

“Real funny Pietro, I would love to talk about it, but I-I-I- “you let out a large sigh. “I just don’t know how to explain it. I’m pissed off and irritated at Strange, upset and annoyed at myself for letting him get to me, and I’ve confused myself thinking about what you said the other day” you spit this out like word vomit speaking as fast as the words will come out then you close your eyes and bury your head deeper into Pietro’s neck, mumbling “help me”.

Pietro laughs at the sudden outburst you’ve just displayed, causing you to lift your head and look at him with narrowed eyes. “What exactly is funny about that?”, Pietro looks at you, clearly urging himself to be serious but as his mouth slowly curls into a guilty grin, he bursts out laughing, pulling you into a comforting hug still laughing.

Feeling the vibrations against you from him laughing and hearing his laugh, puts a smile back on your face and you start laughing along with him.

He eventually lets you go and looks at you, wiping the tears from his eyes and calms himself down by taking deep breathes and letting out little intermittent giggles still lingering from the memories he was clearly having of your outburst.

He stands in front of you as you’re still sitting on your bed and grabs you by the shoulders, looking you dead in the eye. “You need to get your ass up, get in some training gear, and get down to that training room and let some of this steam out before you have another projectile word vomit, in front of the wrong people” giggling again at the memory.

You nod, but don’t move. Pietro takes a step back and folds his arms, pointing his head towards your wardrobe, but you still don’t move and just look at him.

He laughs, shakes his head, and pulls you up and pushes you towards your wardrobe, making you pick something.

You finally do and go to get changed. “Turn round or get out, either way I’m not getting changed with you watching, you weirdo”.

Pietro rolls his eyes and throws his head back in frustration and turns around covering his eyes with his hands “not like I haven’t seen you in a bikini on holiday” as he tuts.

You look up in shock “Pietro Maximoff, that is not the same thing, and you know it. Now less of THAT attitude and quit bitching, thank you VERY much”.

Still turned around, he lifts his arms in a sign of defeat “Okay, okay, you’re right. I’m sorry, are you dressed yet or not?”. You shake your head with a smile on your face “yes I am, god I know you’re the fastest person on the planet, but us mere mortals need some time to do basic tasks”.

He turns round and his jaw drops.

You’re wearing a pair of back workout leggings, with a black, white and navy-blue night sky pattern sports bar, which paired together hugged and accented your curves and features perfectly.

Your hair was a long, thick, and brown with copper, light brown, and blonde subtle highlights, and in the high ponytail you put it in, it was naturally volumized.

Pietro starts fanning himself with his hand and wolf whistles you “damn girl, if Dr Strange sees you looking like this, we might just have to get him a defibrillator”. You laugh, walk over and hit him on the arm.

He opens the door for you, and you head down to the training room, following the advice of your moron bestfriend. Thinking to yourself as you walk - I hope this works.