Two Broken Halves- A Pietro fanfic

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GRACE LOOKED AROUND THE AVENGERS waiting for them to ask her any questions they could think of.

But all they could see was a hint of jealousy in Pietro's eyes as he looked a Peters arm around Grace.

"Is your name Grace or Louise?" Steve asked cautiously and politely as he always had.

"Grace Louise Taylor, so both I guess," She shrugged at her own answer.
"Call me whatever you want."

"Alright gingery, why did you 'disappear' as Peter calls it?" Tony asked taking off his sunglasses and placing them on the table in front of him.

"Oh um," She shifted in her seat away from Peter as he looked at her with a worried gaze.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," Natasha commented kindly, giving her a sincere smile.

"No no it's alright," She brushed of the subject.
"I just had to get away from the city for a while, there wasn't really much here for me anymore and I wanted to go back to Ireland for a while."

"Oh so that's the accent!" Pietro randomly called out and she smiled at his words.

"Indeed it is, I was born in Ireland then moved to Yorkshire when I was around 4 or 5. Before finally moving to NYC when I was 11. Then obviously met Pete who then became my best mate." She smiled at the memories choosing to ignore the bad ones.
"And I'm really sorry I would love to talk more but I have to get back to work-"

"Hey while your over there could you maybe drop a hint to Casey that I like her or whatever?" Sam leaned over the table to ask her quietly.

"Hun shes already hands down pants when shes near you, ask her out!" Grace encouraged with a smile before walking towards the back room.

She went out the back exit and slid down the wall slowly, her breath was shaking and her heart was pounding.

The alleyway behind the shop was one you'd expect. Brick walls lightly crumbling around, graffiti chipping off the walls, courtesy of the teenagers from the apartments across the street.

She pulled out something from the side of her black knee high boot along with a lighter.

"Fucking hell I missed you," She spoke with a weak smile towards the spilf.

Lighting it she brought her shaking hand towards her lips and took a drag of the poison.

"Well, I came to check if you were alright but I think I got my answer." A deep foreign voice asked as she jumped, startled by the knowledge she wasn't alone.

Grace looked up to who the voice belonged to, being of the one and only Pietro Maximoff she let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god Pietro!" She sighed out looking at him while trying to hide the weed behind her back.

"You don't have to hide the weed," He sighed sitting down next to her.

She looked at him for a moment before bringing it back up to her lips and blowing the smoke in his face with a smile.

He laughed and shook his head before taking it out of her hand and dragging it himself.

"Didn't think you'd smoke-" She looked at him quizzically when he started coughing out smoke.
"Clearly you don't-"

"Nope!" He coughed again handing it back to her.
"Got any vodka instead?"

"I like you Maximoff," She winked pulling a small bottle of Smirnoff's Vodka from her bag and taking a swing before passing it to him.

"So," He started after he drank.
"What emotional damage did you go through?"

"What?" She laughed at his choice of words.

Pietro used his arms to make gestures as he spoke.
"Ya know a big traumatic experience that makes you use drugs to ease the pain,"

"I take it your speaking from experience?" She questioned moving his arms down.
"I mean your from Sokovia right? That's where the name Maximoff comes from isn't it?"

"Yeah it is how'd you know that?" He questioned looking at her with interest and awe.

"Well I studied languages in school and to do that I needed to learn about the country and such," She smiled at him, no one usually cared enough to ask her. No body except Peter.

"That's so cool!" He beamed turning to face her as she crossed her legs and faced him.
"What languages do you speak?"

"Well, I'm part Irish and Italian so I picked some of that up from relatives when I was younger. Then I started learning German when I was around 14 and now I'm trying to learn Russian." She smiled as she put her cigarette out.

"Well if you want I could help you with the Russian?" He offered handing her back the bottle of Vodka.

"I'd love that!" She exclaimed throwing her hands out and hugging him.

He stiffened up, the hug being unexpected on his behalf. But before he could hug back she pulled away.

"Sorry that was like- really weird!" She excused sitting back.

"No, no It's ok," He laughed pulling her up with him by her hand.

"Yeah I really need to get going I need to meet someone," she smiled and grabbed her bag walking inside with him.
"Jeez I hope Peter doesn't think we've been fucking out there,"

"Oh no they left when I came out, I told them I was gonna run back,"

"To the tower?" She asked quizzically.
"Isn't that like 8 blocks away? Why would you wanna run that far? In joggers?"

"Wow you really don't know much about the avengers do you?" He laughed opening the door for her.
"Cmon how far away do you live?"

"About two blocks away why?" She yelped as he picked her up.
"What you gonna fuck me on the wall?"

"Not just yet princess" He laughed before vanishing in a blue blur.

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