Avengers imagines

Fast dude

In which he asks you to dance (au where he's alive)

I was sat at the bar of a club I was forced to go to by the other Avengers. I wasn't much for the party scene and I was upset by the fact that they didn't serve food here.

The group had decided to go clubbing as a treat for completing a mission. We usually just got food but I guess they decided that it was a special occasion. I looked over at my dancing teammates, ready to go home and lay in my comfortable bed.

I locked eyes with Pietro Maximoff who was already walking toward me.

"Will you dance with me?" The silver haired twin asked with his hand out to me.

Pietro was probably the cutest guy I'd ever seen. He and his sister, Wanda were our newest additions to the team and I couldn't lie and say that this fact didn't excite me. My only worry would be getting distracted by his looks while I'm the middle of a fight.

"I'm not much of a dancer." I responded.

Though I would love to dance with him, I knew I'd make a fool of myself. I saw him before dancing and gaining attention from the beautiful women that frequented this club. He was a great dancer. I'd only embarrass myself if I took his invitation.

"I'll teach you." He grabbed my hand and pulled me off of my seat.

I walked nervously behind him, trying to figure out how I'd get out of situation. I was about to completely humiliate myself in front of my newfound eye candy. Of course this would only happen to me.

"Relax," he turned to me and laid his hands on my hips. "Just feel the music."

My heart pounded out of my chest, this handsome guy willing me to move my body. I followed the rhythm he was pulling me to and immediately backed away, feeling dumb. I ended up bumping into the woman behind me.

"Watch it!" She exclaimed.

"Sorry." I muttered, knowing my face was turning the brightest shade of red.

I decided that dancing just wasn't for me and made my way through the large crowd, too overwhelmed to try again. I knew this would happen. I should've never followed him away from my seat.

"Y/n!" I heard my name as I exited out of the club's side entrance.

I turned to Pietro as soon as he was out the door.

"I apologize," he closed it behind him. "I should not have pushed you like that."

The music still faintly bumped through the walls of the club. The smell of cigarette smoke and the sound of ongoing traffic filled my senses. I was lucky it was summer, otherwise I'd be out here freezing too.

Pietro looked at me with an apologetic expression. I felt bad for making him apologize for something that wasn't his fault.

I shook my head. "It's not your fault. I knew I didn't know how to dance."

"I can still teach you if you'd like," he came closer. "Away from the crowd maybe?"

"I'll only make a fool of myself," I shook my head. "Again."

"The only fool was the woman who yelled at you for an honest mistake."

He pulled me closer to him and returned his hands to my hips. "Don't get scared," he assured. "Just follow me."

He led my hips once again in the rhythm of the light music. I giggled at how silly I felt but this time I didn't run. I took his earlier advice and just felt the music. It was easier to do when I didn't have the looming presence of a hundred other bodies next to me.

"See?" He smiled in excitement. "You got it."

When the song was over, we stopped dancing and I found myself just getting lost in his eyes.

"You can go back in if you'd like." I spoke.

"I'd rather be here."

And for the rest of the night we danced together in the alleyway of a nightclub having the time of our lives.

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