this is not so bad || P. MAXIMOFF

[17. nice shot]

warnings: violence? idk 😭
me? uploading on time? no way

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finally pushing open the doors, you were met with a narrow box room. the only thing filling the room was a white, marble, spiral staircase.

there was no time to admire the structure, however, as that familiar accent sounded once more.

"i have a visual. head up those stairs and there should be a room to your left."

"soră, it's a mansion. i'm sure there will be multiple rooms to the left."

"i'll lead you when you're up there, frăţe." wanda hissed back.

pietro rolled his eyes, "stay behind me."

there was no point arguing with him. especially since he was already ascending the steps.

once up there, there was a long hallway filled with achromatic white walls, lined with golden cornices. the designs across the wood frames were inimitable; like no other you'd ever seen.

"wow." you breathed out, before turning to your left, "wanda, by any chance would this room have a black handle?"

for a moment, there was no noise from the other end of the line.

"that's the one. be careful, it has a biometric sensor."

"the fuck is that?"

"it scans your fingerprint." you translated for him.

"ah." he pulled leather gloves out from his formalwear pocket and reached out, the door was open in almost an instant, "this fancy technology clearly isn't that advanced."

you couldn't help but admire the way his now brunette bangs fell across his forehead. it was incredible how well the spray had been able to cover his silver locks, but it suited him well regardless.

in the remaining time you had before going into the room, you wondered if he could just about pull of anything.

short answer: yes.

that's when you heard footsteps from below, "pietro, shut the door."

"wanda, who's coming toward us?"

"there's no one on my radar. do something!"

whoever was approaching got nearer and nearer.

"richard,"

you were running out of time.

"daisy?"

the person was on the final spiral of the stairs, soon in your sight range.

there was no time left.

you pulled pietro forward, gripping his face in your hands and breaking all space in between you both. his hands fell instantly to your waist, resting right above your hips, and pulling you even closer (if that was possible). kissing pietro maximoff felt like you had just missed a step while walking down the stairs - like your heart was about to burst out of your chest. ultimately, there was a pit in your chest reminding you this was for a mission. that was, until, pietro leaned forward to deepen the kiss.