this is not so bad || P. MAXIMOFF

[5. first impressions]

sorry this is bad i wrote it super late after like 3 pages of chemistry notes and 4 pages of physics homework

translations at end of chapter

this is unedited

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his accented voice echoed through the training room and you mentally cringed at the situation. one side of your brain was laughing at you; the other was trying to think of any possible way to prevent the awkward interaction.

"yeah, sorry about that.."

"it's not very practical to be late on your first day of training, no?" something in his voice seemed different. humorous, almost.

your back was still turned to him, adjusting your hand wraps. turning to glance over at him, you see a smirk that had appeared on his lips.

holy shit.

he was kinda hot.

but he was annoying, so it evened out well enough (for you).

"are you just going to stand there forever?" you asked, trying to gain back any sort of authority you could.

in literally less than a second, the eastern european had appeared in front of you.

fucking speedsters...

"are you just going to stand there?" he repeated what you said cockily. he was already in position and you were on the edge of the mat, not even on it properly, with your hand still on the wraps. needless to say, the guy had made you look pretty fucking stupid.

you ducked under the ropes and took your position.

"first time, yes?" pietro asked you.

"kinda." you shrugged.

he narrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"i've fought people, and technically had unofficial sparring sessions and self-defence lessons from romanoff, but that's pretty much it."

"oh, i know you've fought people." he let out what seemed to be like a small laugh, making you feel the slightest bit of guilt as the memory you were trying to avoid came back to mind.

"yeah, i'm sorry about that too." you winced, having no clue what to say at that moment.

pietro laughed, a clear laugh this time. that was a good sign, right?

"you are barton's daughter?" he asked, he was still smiling lightly.

"yep." you breathed in deeply through your nose (i can't explain this but it's an expressive kind of thing)

"esti frumoasa pentru un barton." he seemed to gaze off into the distance, speaking lowly.

"hm?" you questioned, not catching anything he said whatsoever.

pietro looked up, staring into your eyes intensely as if he had just got caught doing something illegal.

"do you need me to talk you through anything, or do you just want to go straight to training?" his smile faded and he seemed more serious.