this is not so bad || P. MAXIMOFF

[11. tradition]

it's officially christmas day in the uk so merry christmas, guys - or happy saturday if you don't celebrate

this was written while sleep deprived
so i probably waffled and it's corny

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fun was one way to describe it.

"pietro, for fucks sake." you just about got to the speedster in time to stop him tipping a whole box of lights down onto the coffee machine.

surprisingly, you had managed not to strangle him with those lights for the most part. now you were down to the last staff room before you went to the 'rendezvous', which was just the room you had met pietro and wanda in earlier in the day.

"can't believe we're doing this for stark." pietro sneered.

"tell me about it." you snorted, climbing up the couple steps on the small step ladder to be in further reach of the doorway.

"what do you have against him?" the curious must've peaked in him while he was fixing a display reindeer on one of the counters and you sighed before answering.

"just a cunt, innhe?" (sorry about me being british-translation at the bottom)

"fair enough." pietro nodded.

"what about you?"

"ah, wouldn't want to completely ruin your christmas spirit-"

you laughed lightly at his mention of christmas spirit (you were both complaining basically the whole time), "cant go a minute without sarcasm can you, maximoff?"

he smirked, "you tell me."

you rolled your eyes, "pass me the tinsel."

pietro seemed somewhat grateful that you changed the subject. you suspected he didn't want to bring up what it was that made him dislike stark so much, so you didn't want to press on.

sure, you and pietro were very different, but also very similar in some ways. to put it simply, you understood each other. not greatly-but enough to know just how far the sarcasm goes and when it's just covering something unwanted.

"here." pietro leaned over to pass you the bag with so many different colours in it was practically an eyesore.

you went to grab it from him but accidentally reached too far and lost your balance on the ladder.

bracing for impact, you waited to be met with the solid ground but the drop never seemed to happen.

"falling for me already, dragă?" you were met with his piercing gaze once you opened your eyes.

by now you'd honestly wished that you had fell and the floor swallowed you whole.

trying to squirm out of his grip was no use either, so you were left having to stare straight at him.

"uhh, thank you, but can you let me go..?"

you could've sworn you saw his smug act fall for a split second as he became shortly flustered. his previous attitude was back so quickly it made it seem like a trick of the light.