Tony Stark's and Pepper Potts' sweetheart, adorable, and famous daughter and the speedster superhero. When a friendship turns to love with a few rocky events, will the obstacles they face bring them closer..? Or will it tear them apart..?
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"Hmm, comfy." Clint teases and Bree freezes with her hand in her pocket after stepping out from the staircase.
"I swear to God, Bird-guy, I will freak out on you." She nods with her pointer finger and thumb together next to her head. "I do not need to dress up every goddamn day, I barely ever do, you just don't know, because I don't come down here, because I can't stand you." She tilts her head with squinted eyes while he just silently laughs at her and the rest smile. "And, now, I'm done." She nods before sitting closer beside Pietro, almost on top of him as he lays his arm over her shoulders.
"Finally." Clint chuckles and she rolls her eyes while pulling her legs up to her chest.
"I don't even know why I try." She whispers while shaking her head as she lays it on Pietro's chest. "I don't know, I do not know."
"Hush, Princezna." Pietro places his hand on her forehead and presses a kiss to the top, cooing her enough to gain a sigh in return. "We okay?"
"We're okay." She crosses her arms.
"I can't hear you, but I can tell by the look, you're talking shit." Clint smirks.
"I'm not saying shit, Bitch." She grimaces, only making him smile as Pietro slowly covers her mouth and the others do their best to hold in laughs.
"Anjel." He mumbles softly with a nod, wide eyes, and raised brows and she adjusts her head. "Enough."
"When did he become the civil one?" Sam points with furrowed brows of confusion and she rolls her eyes.
"When she finally lost it from you guys." He nods surely and she grins slightly behind his hand.
"It's been brewing." Tony sings a nod.
Bree huffs quietly and Pietro looks at her to slowly brings his hand down to her neck. She licks her lips and pushes her hair behind her ear before relaxing against his arm.
From her spot where she had been sitting simply on the floor, ignoring the words flying around, Morgan stands with her iron glove toy and Barbie doll.
"Pedro." She mispronouces softly as she heads over.
"Yeah?" He pulls his lips into his mouth and sits forward, while setting his phone down and taking his arm back.
Bree sits up and hugs her thighs to her chest and sets her chin on her knees to watch them interact. Morgan hands him the glove and he looks down at it in confusion as she just moves on and fixes the dolls hair. He breathes a chuckle of confusion and looks at Bree with furrowed brows, making her slowly smile before he turns back.
"Iron Man." She steals the glove back and his brows raise.
She turns away to run back to her small pile of toys in front of Tony, who happens to be watching her too, before she runs back to Pietro with a black-haired doll to plop it in his hand.
"What do I do with this?" He shakes it.
"It's B." She points and her brows raise as he turns to her.
"This is Bree?" He points with a smirking smile and she nods, giddy. "Oh." He nods and she giggles.
She quickly switches it out for the blonde one before she takes off to sit back on the floor. Pietro sits frozen for a moment, waiting for if she comes back before he sits back.
"I got the doll." He turns to Bree, while she stares at him with heart-shaped eyes.
"Does this mean I have to dye my hair blonde?" She jokes while leaning against the back of the couch and he smiles.
"I wouldn't hate it." He shrugs, making her smile as she turns away.
"Maybe."
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Later on in the evening, Bree and Pietro are up in their kitchen, where she makes the dinner he loved - the chicken and rice dish - while he just stands around her and watches. Every time she goes to move, he backs up with his hands on his hips as her eyes flicker up to him for half a second before she turns back to the food.
"Pietro."
"Hmm?"
"What're you doing?" She stirs the ingredients together in the pot and he slowly grins with his lips pulled into his mouth.
"Accompanying you." He teases with a smirk and soft voice.
"Why?" She whispers.
"Because I love you." He shrugs and she nods. "You smell good." He adds and she shakes her head. "I'm serious." He chuckles and she slowly smiles a bit before turning her head to him, though her eyes never meet his face.
"I'm cold." She closes her eyes and he holds back a laugh. "Can you go get me a jacket?"
"Well, I could hold you..." He places his hand on her back.
"No." She declines very gently and he backs up with a chuckle. "A jacket works fine."
He pauses for a moment before he leans down to her lips for a single kiss and races off to the closet. She smiles and turns off the burner, just before Pietro teasingly helps her slips the jacket on her arms.
"You wanna help?" She turns to him.
"Sure." He nods excitedly.
"Super easy, just out the utensils." She shakes her head as he inches closer. "And the sauces."
He nods and grabs her shoulder to pull her into his front for a tight hug and she slowly wraps her arms around his waist.
"You need a mental break." He rubs her upper back as she tilts her head down.
"I know."
"Are you going to take it?"
"I can't." She sighs. "I'm busy."
"Well, then I guess you need to be fired from your job for a week, because they're not giving you the required breaktime." He nods and she smiles a bit.
"My job is Iron Man's daughter. I'll never get a break."
"Vacation." He concludes and she shakes her head. "Alone. With me, of course, but alone." He nods sideways and she chuckles.
"I would love a vacation with you." She nods surely while squeezing slightly harder. "And alcohol."
