Two Broken Halves- A Pietro fanfic

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"SHITSHITSHIT" GRACE YELLED AS PIETRO PUT HER DOWN.
"So your that- quicksilver dude or somet?"

"Quicksilver, and apparently your chauffeur," He laughed and looked at the houses in front of him.
"Wow ok I was expecting an apartment or something but this works too,"

"It belonged to my parents," She smiled, hiding her sadness.

"They don't live here now?" He questioned, following as she went to unlock the door.

"Umm, no. They," She paused for a second before deciding not to tell him.
"They moved out of the city."

"You sound sad about that?"

"No they're just a while away and I miss them sometimes," she smiled reassuring him.
"Especially my dad."

"Any siblings?" He questioned not hearing what she said about her dad.

"I had a little brother," She jammed the key again, wanting to get away from this conversation but her shaking hands wouldn't let that happen.

"Had?" He questioned taking the key out of her hand and opening it with ease. He smirked down at her as she rolled her eyes and grabbed the key back.

"He moved out with my parents," She sighed turning to face him.
"I'd love to invite you in but it's been a long day an-"

"No don't worry about it, I need to get back anyways," He smiled moving closer to her.

His eyes flicked down to her lips for a moment as hers looked at his.
"Goodnight darling,"

Before she could capture his lips he was gone in a flash. She smiled to herself and shook her head.

"Grace?" A voice spoke from beside her.

"Oh, Hey Marshall," She hugged the man behind her dearly.

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Pietro woke up for the first time since the battle from a good nights sleep.

He didn't know what it was, vodka or Grace.

He smiled at the thought of her, from only meeting her once he knew he would see her plenty of times in the future.

He decided that he would actually make an effort today. Instead of sitting in his room, sleep deprived and depressed.

He threw on some jeans and a skin tight white top.

To say he hadn't worked out in at least 2/3 months he still had the body that made girls weak at the knees.

He then fixed his hair, slipped on some air forces and made his way downstairs.

"OH MY GOD HE'S ALIVE!" Tony screeched dramatically seeing Pietro walk into the kitchen.

"Hey Piet..." Wanda grinned looking over her brothers attire.
"You actually look..."

"Hot, sexy, un-ugly?" He listed different words with a smirk walking towards the fridge.

"Healthy," He laughed at his antics sitting next to Vision.

"Yeh I'll take it," He shrugged grabbing a bottle of water.
"I'm leaving,"

"Hold up roadrunner," Tony moved to be in-front of him.
"Which lady friend are you dressing up for?"

"I'm going for a run-" He commented confused.