in which a super cool assassin accidentally falls for a super fast hero.
disclaimer -> i barely follow plotlines
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BLOODY MURDER IS THE ONLY WAY SOMEONE WOULD DESCRIBE THE SCREAMS COMING FROM VIOLETTA PETROVA'S BEDROOM. The rest of the Avengers were too far to hear her screams from their rooms on different floors of the compound, however the cries didn't go unheard by the certain hero that was barging into her room.
He rushed into the room, finding Violet, curled up on her side, one hand over her ear and the other gripping at her pillow. She was drenched in sweat, her hair a knotted, sweaty mess as painful screams left her lips. Pietro didn't want to make her worse, so he tried just putting a gentle hand on her shoulder and keeping her shaking body steady.
"Violet!" He exclaimed quietly in attempts to wake the girl. "Wake up, Violet," He pleaded, shaking the girl gently, fear building in his stomach.
Her eyes finally burst open, and the screams faded into heavy, desperate pants and choked breaths in an attempt to breathe. Her whole body trembled as she clawed around the bed in attempts to sit up.
"Violet, shh, shh. You are okay," Pietro promised, helping the panicking girl sit up. His words were no use. She was too deep in panic. She was struggling to catch her breaths, each one coming out a choked pant. "Breathe, Violet. You are safe," He said, pulling her up as he sat down on her bed. He was unsure of what to do, so in attempts to soothe the distraught girl, he pulled her into his chest, one arm around her shoulders and the other making its way down to her hand. "Watch my hand. See?" He began tracing the lines of her palm with his index finger.
Violet's heavy breaths and gasps for air continued, along with the trembling of her body, but she could feel heat radiating off the body she had been pulled toward, and an odd sense of comfort washed over her. Her state of panic continued, but she tried to listen to the voice that though was right in front of her, sounded as if it were a distant echo.
Pietro's lips were at her ear. "You are okay. Shh... Just watch my hand. Do you feel that?"
She tried to listen, looking down at the soft sensation on her hand, watching as Pietro gently traced the indents of her palm. She felt herself shaking less, focusing on the reassuring words coming from the voice in her ear, and watching and feeling as he traced her hand.
"That's good," He whispered.
She finally began to breathe a bit better, each coming out shaky and slow. He rubbed her arm in encouragement as she began to match her breathing to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
This went on for another moment or so before she had finally collected herself enough to pull away. He watched her patiently as she used both hands to push back the hair and sweat from her forehead. She took a couple more deep breaths as she wiped the tears that had fallen from her eyes.
