One Shots

Duel - Pietro x Reader

Request from MountainKoi !!

First time writing for Pietro as the main subject, it's gonna be fun to try!

Fluff Based
He/Him pronouns used
3rd person POV

Pietro & Y/N go shopping in prep for the Avengers' annual barbecue, but get a little sidetracked...

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"C'mon, slow poke!" Y/N groans as he once again finds Pietro lagging behind. "Y'know, for a speedster you're the slowest person to take shopping?"

"Re-laaax." Pietro chuckles, quickly joining his side again. He captures Y/N's hand in his own, swinging them back and forth like a six year old. "We have all the time in the world."

"You do, sure. Us peasants however, can't run to Africa and back in an hour." Y/N gives Pietro a light playful nudge, earning a wicked grin from the man.

"All I'm hearing are excuses."

"Ha, ha, very funny."

Y/N glances over the hastily scribbled list Tony threw his way. Some last minute preparations for the annual team barbecue - somehow no one accounted for the vegans and vegetarians on the team.

"Do you think we should get some hummus for the crudités? It's not on the list but I doubt they'd have spare dips back at the compound." Y/N asks, meeting Pietro's adoring eyes looking back at him. "What?"

"I'm just admiring my considerate, beautiful and talented boyfriend." He states, gently caressing Y/N's cheek. "To answer your question, yes. Bowls of hummus, buckets even, are definitely top priority!"

"You're impossible sometimes, you know that right?"

"I make it my mission." Y/N rolls their eyes, adding three normal tubs of hummus to the list. "Okay well we should prob-"

"Shhh!" Pietro ducks behind the card isle, dragging Y/N down with him. "Hear that?"

"...no?"

"In the next isle...I can hear them."

"Who? What's happening Pietro?!"

"Follow me, and keep an eye out." He orders, never letting go of Y/N's hand. Y/N can feel the judging looks from strangers around them...funnily enough he doesn't seem to care. Pietro's the priority here, even if he's eighty percent sure this is a joke.

"What's-" Pietro puts a hand over Y/N's mouth, lifting his finger to his own lips.

"Get ready." He whispers. Fear and dread bubble inside Y/N from the look of genuine concern on Pietro's face...then he winks.

Running chaoticly into the isle Pietro grabs the first thing he can find, a pool noodle and kid's armbands. He blows the floaties up at super speed, finished equipping them before Y/N even has the chance to round the corner.

Y/N has to stifle a laugh at the sight of Pietro, a fully grown man with a beard and profound muscles, with Spongebob themed floaties on. He can't even drop his arms properly, not that he needs to with the battle stance he's taken.

"Mwah, ha, ha, ha, I tricked you!" He laughs maniacally, pool noodle at the ready. "For it was I who was the baddie all along. It's time to meet your fate, Y/N Y/L/N!"

Y/N sneaks a glimpse of his watch before stuffing the list in their back pocket and darting for the water pistols. "Didn't anyone tell you not to bring a knife to a gun fight?" Y/N mimics a snarky hero tone. He grabs a few diving rings and 'equips' them on his wrist. "Knockback protection, your sword is useless here."

"You laugh now, but not when you realise my armour is bulletproof!" Pietro squishes the floaties on each arm with triumph, glowing under Y/N's cold glare.

"Good thing I brought these..." Y/N scans the shelves for anything useful, finding mini beach balls to his left. He chucks one at Pietro, who catches it with ease.

"What was that supposed to do? Scare me?"

"You underestimate me, Pie." Y/N winks, "That's a sticky bomb programmed to release a small dose of anesthetic, so you'll be loopy but still awake! Try defeating me now!"

Pietro makes a show of the ball 'blowing up,' launching himself backwards and scraping the floor with his palms as he goes, creating a horrendous squeak.

"You'll...pay...for th-that!" He calls back as though he were on the verge of unconsciousness.

THWACK! The pool noodle smacks Y/N right in the face, making them stumble slightly at the sheer force of Pietro's throw. He's always careful to hold back his strength when it comes to Y/N, but he also knows he'd never hear the end of it if he treated Y/N too lightly. 'I'm not a fragile little doll, Pie!' He recalls Y/N saying late one evening after a sparring match.

"Argh, you pierced my eye! That's it!" Y/N roars as they zoom toward Pietro, who's only just found his feet. "DIE PEST-RO!"

"Pest-ro?!?!" Pietro's voice cracks as Y/N collides with his chest, gun tucking between his arm like a stab wound. They both clatter to the ground, Y/N pulling back to meet the 'dying' Pietro's eyes.

"I-I...I had to!" Y/N cries, beating his fist on Pietro's chest. "You left me no choice."

Pietro's now sputtering and coughing, head lolling to the side as he can barely hold it up. "I-"

"Excuse me, I'm going to have to ask you both to leave." A pissed looking worker says with a walkie talkie in hand. Pietro and Y/N quickly jump out of their scene, sheepishly looking at the havoc created around them.

"We can clean this!" Y/N promises, but the worker merely sighs.

"It'd be much easier if you just leave, please." They say.

"Right." Pietro nods at the worker as he guides Y/N out of the store.

The second they've left the premises the pair burst into laughter. "Bahaha-I don't think I've ever felt so bad before!" Y/N admits, though his giggling shows he's not so remorseful.

"Wait till the others hear about this!" Pietro adds, fully aware no one would believe them.

"Oh fuck, the food!" Y/N instantly abandons their chuckles upon realisation they've gotten quite literally nothing for the barbecue. Eyes as wide as the sun in the sky, panic rapidly settles in.

"Hey, no, it's okay!" Pietro swoops him into a firm hug, lifting him slightly off the ground. "Don't worry, I can drop you off at the party now and while you explain I can quickly nip to shop an hour away. It'll take all of two seconds, I promise!"

"But Tony said-"

"Tony can live without his insanely overpriced brand of cheese for one night." Pietro reassures, scoffing at the man's eccentricities. "You trust me?"

"Always." Y/N breaks away from the tight embrace to kiss Pietro softly on the lips, tucking a stray hair behind his ear in the process. "I always trust you."

"Good." Pietro smirks. "I'm a very trustworthy fellow."

"Annnnd you ruined it." Y/N struts away, not getting very far before Pietro's captured him up in his arms once more. "I won, by the way."

"I technically didn't die yet sooo..."

"Shut up, I won."

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Eeee, I hope this came out how you envisioned! I read a prompt about someone using a pool noodle as a sword and expanded on it for a full blown 'fight' scene haha!

Thanks to MountainKoi again for the request!