Marvel Imagines

Pietro- Training Pt. 1

(Requested by BlueFuzzyElf )

With a small smile, you side step Wanda's swing and bring up your fist. Your knuckles hit her ribs, sending her staggering to the ropes of he ring out of breath.

"Not so hard!" She hisses at you, her eyes glowing a bright red.

You shrug, "Sorry Wanda, but you've go to learn how to fight."

"Fight? I can take destroy you without batting an eyelash."

"Yeah? With what, your powers? What if someone isn't affected by your mind control and decides to fight back? Then what."

She smiles mockingly. "My brother will protect me,"

"He won't always be there to protect you, Wanda-"

You're suddenly in a pair of arms, your back pressed up against his chest tightly. "Are you sure, (Y/n)?" Pietro murmurs in your ear, Wanda narrowing her eyes at you.

Without a second thought, you throw your head back and it collides with Pietro's nose. "Ouch-"

He lets you go, giving you space to grab his arm and flip him onto the ground. Before you could put a knee to his throat, you're on your back with Pietro holding your hands over your head.

"You are fast," He says, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "And sneaky."

You struggle in his grip, letting out a huff when you see Wanda smirking down at you.

"Okay, Pietro. Let me go," You mutter, turning your head to find him staring down at you intently.

"Pietro!" Wanda says firmly, making the two of you snap out of your daze and look up at her. "Let her up,"

You're then on your feet, dizziness making you grip onto Pietro's arm for balance. "I would say thanks for helping me up, but considering you're the one who knocked me down-"

"It was no problem," Pietro says, looking down at your hands as you unlatch them from your arm. "I did not mind-"

"Pietro," Wanda calls from the door, glaring at you. "Let's go,"

How long has you been staring at each other? You slip out of the ring right as Pietro zooms over to Wanda and they're both gone.
....

The months seem longer now that you've started to train Wanda. Everyday, Pietro would come and watch the two of you, chuckling to himself when you tried to reason with Wanda's complaints.

She would always bicker about having to fight when she has actual powers. You understand that she can take anyone out with just a flick of her fingers, but she can't always use her powers to save herself.

"Come on, Wanda. It's not that hard," You say, trying to hide the irritation creeping into your voice.

"Yes it is!" She hisses, unstrapping the gloves on her hands and throwing them onto the ground.

"Look, all you have to do is punch the-"

"I know what to do," She growls, holding up her hand and red glows from her fingers. The punching bag flies across the room, landing in a heap.

"Wanda," you groan, running a hand through your hair. "I told you, no using-"

"'Your powers when training,'" Wanda mimics your words, making your voice high pitched and waving her hands around. "I'm sick of you controlling me!"

You frown, "I'm not controlling you, Wanda. I'm trying to help you,"

Her eyes glow red, making you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from stepping back. "I know you're scared of me, (Y/n)."

You smile loosely, "I'm not-"

She holds up her hands and red claws shoot out from her finger tips. Fear courses through your veins as you stumble backwards, tripping over your feet and falling onto your back.

"Wanda, stop." You say, watching the vines as they twist in the air towards you.

She smirks, "I don't think so,"

Before you could comprehend what was happening, a whoosh of air brought you to Central Park. You collapse on a park bench, your hand against your racing heart, when Pietro speeds next to you.

Gasping, you scoot away. "You win, Pietro! Go tell Wanda that I'm done trying to help her."

He leans forward as his eyebrows furrow, "What are you talking about?"

Your hand shoots out towards the Stark Tower, "You and Wanda were trying to get me to stop helping her, right? That's why you've been coming to the training room everyday and scoffing at everything I tried to help her with? Why you can't even look at me when I'm trying to talk to you-?"

He's abruptly gripping both your cheeks and capturing your lips with his. The kiss is surprisingly slow for the kind of speedster he is, but you love it. He smiles against you lips as you pull him closer, your hands tangling in his hair.

You pull away at one point to breath, sucking in a large amount of oxygen. "Why did you do that?" You ask shakily, touching your swollen lips.

"Is it not obvious?" Pietro meets your eyes and rests a hand on your cheek, running the pad of his thumb along your cheek bone. "What my feeling for you are?"

You look down, "I thought you hated me-"

"Hate you?" He interrupts, his eyebrows twitching down. "I love you,"

"What?" You gap at him in disbelief. "But-But Wanda?"

He tilts his head and smiles sheepishly, "Well, no. She has a very strong dislike for you,"

You scoff, "Like that makes it any better,"

"That doesn't matter. I don't care what she thinks about you," he says firmly, smiling sideways.

You can't help but smile back, "I didn't see that coming,"