Avengers, Loki & Bucky Imagines and Preferences

How you Meet - Pietro

-10 Years Ago (Or when you were 16-17ish)-

You were running, ahead of them all until he appeared. He wore a blue and grey athletics singlet and navy shorts.
He pushed forward, running past you. You caught a glimpse of his smirk and scowled trying to push forward but he remained in front of you.
You focused on his white blond hair, trying to go any faster.
Then it was over. You heard the cheering and looked around numbly as you were handed a small green card with the number 2 on it.
Second best.
You felt strong arms around you as your mum hugged you tightly, squealing with happiness. You couldn't share this emotion. You'd been beaten.

Your mother released you so you could hand in your card and get your name recorded. You were bent over signing when a hand clapped you on your back.
You turned to see the boy who'd bet you.
"You ran well, girl." He said as you turned to finish signing.
"Not well enough." You said simply, putting the pen down and walking away from the table.
You heard a chuckle as he followed you, "I think you ran well enough, darling. Isn't that enough?"
He spoke with a thick Sokovian accent.
"No. It's not. You beat me."
"I beat everyone." He smirked.
You rolled your eyes, "Well congratulations."
He raised an eyebrow, "Well done, Princess."
"I'm not a princess."
"Oh so you're a prince? That's why you entered the mixed race?"

"No. I entered the mixed race because I wanted to see who I was better than overall. Not just my gender."

He nodded, "What's your name?"
"(Y/n)"
"That's a beautiful name. I'm Pietro." He said and you snorted with disbelief. Why was he bothering with you?
He offered you his hand and when you took it, he brought it to his lips and gently kissed the back of your hand. You felt the temperature in your cheeks rise.
"Nice to meet you." You said.
"Pleasure to beat you." He replied and you walked off.

For the next two years you saw Pietro at many competitions until one day he didn't show up. You hadn't heard from him since and you felt quite dissapointed.

-Present Day-
You were practising high jump at the local athletics club on a thursday morning. You were starting off with easy heights you knew you could jump so you could get into your rhythm.
125cm.
Simple.
You took a deep breath and did your run up, jumping at exactly the right time.
You heard a whoosh as you jumped, louder than usual then a clang.
Once you'd landed on the mat, you looked back to see the bar lying a metre or so away from the mat.
You frowned in confusion and put it back up and walked back to your starting point.
When you turned to run up, you saw the bar had fallen down again.
You sighed and looked around.
It didn't seem windy.

You set the bar up again and went for your run up, putting all your effort into jumping.
You cleared the bar easily, but with so much power from your jump, you skidded off the mat, and tumbled head first off.
Suddenly there was a whoosh and a pair of strong arms supporting your shoulders and preventing you from falling.
You found a pair of familiar blue eyes staring into your own.
"Gotcha, princess." He said in a thick Sokovian accent.
And suddenly you knew who it was.
"Pietro?"
He grinned, and lifted you so you were lying on the mat, then he lay beside you.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
You sat up, looking down at him. "What happened to you? You dissapeared!"
He seemed to find that slightly amusing. "Something came up."
He stood up, going to raise the bar height.
"165cm? That sounds fun." He grinned at you.
"My personal best is only 148cm." You said hesitantly.
"You can have a new personal best. Go on."

You raised an eyebrow but went to run up.
Pietro stood by one of the poles supporting the bar.
You ran and jumped, feeling the harsh pain of the bar as you slammed into it.
You groaned, rolling over to look at Pietro. Then you saw the bar was up.
Your mouth hung open and he laughed.
"I'll give you a 5second head start to run to the discus net." He said, quickly changing the subject.
"Wait. What?" You gestured at the bar.
"Five..."
You got up and began to run, not quite sure what was going on.
You reached the discus net to find Pietro already there.
"What!?" You said, completely overwhelmed.
"Why so suprised, Princess? I always beat you." He smirked, leaning against the net.
"I didn't even see you pass me?"
He stepped towards you, brushing a strand of (h/c) hair from your face.
"How 'bout I explain over ice cream?" He said, smoothly.
You nodded and he wrapped an arm around you and sped off, you completely shocked of course.

There we go. Pietro. That's everyone for now. I hope you enjoyed it.