Fictional Ppl x reader

The Impossible (PietroAOUxreader)

                          Pietro was always awed and practically stumped by (Y/N). One minute you're as hyper as him and the next you are completely still, reading a book or drawing quietly, something that is way too calm for him to want to do or even try to. He likes things fast, always zooming from one place to another, barley ever slowing or as the common phrase goes 'stopping to smell the roses'. The thought of forcing himself to sit down, be quiet, and actually be still for once seems impossible.

                          That is until he takes up a bet with you, his best friend.

                          You joined the Avengers a few weeks after he did, but you didn't have any special powers. You were just a behind-the-desk sort of person who babysits the Avengers once in a while when they're not on a mission. You helped Pepper with papers and other stuff around the tower. Sometimes you are restless about it, letting occasional hyperactive energy go by challenging a random Avenger to a wrestling round that you usually lost or just dancing around in your room by yourself. Today you decided to settle down and read some books from the library in the tower that was barley used except by Bruce or Steve once in a while. Now it's become your personal place to relax and just be alone, immersing yourself in the fictional plots of Rick Riodan, J.K Rowling, John Green, and more. It was your amazing reality away from the real reality around you, not that it isn't awesome. It just gets a little crazy sometimes and you want to be in a place where you don't have to babysit the Avengers every second like a tired mother. So there you were, reading Rick Riodan's Lightning Thief again for the millionth time, loving it just as much no matter how many times you flip through the pages, when you feel a set of eyes looking at you. 

                       Before you can look up from your book, you feel a sudden whoosh of air fly past you making your (h/c) hair brush into your face. You smile slightly, knowing just who caused the little disturbance. "Hello, Pietro", you say looking no where in particular as the speedster finally stops running for a moment and rests his head on your shoulder, glancing at your book with his usual cocky smirk.

                       "Hello, (Y/N)", he says with his adorable Slovakian accent that makes your heart skip far too many beats, but you would never admit that. You pride yourself in keeping your rather large crush on the super sonic boy all to yourself, never giving off any hints that you like him more than a friend no matter how many times Tony teases that you two would make a cute couple. Usually, you just flick him off with your own cocky grin and he drops it, shocked that you use your own attitude against his. Pietro and the rest of the Avengers would agree you're the perfect mix of good girl and badass girl that would stab you in the eye with a butter knife if you rub her the wrong way or ,heaven forbid, interrupt her while she's reading. Pietro is the only one who gets off from being brutally murdered on that charge. 

                    You smile at him, keeping your eyes on your book, feeling his silver hair and soft breath tickling your neck, "What do you want, Pietro?" He shrugs, "Nothing..." He says, dragging it out meaning he wants something, but is making a failed attempt at sounding innocent. Most likely he needs your help saving his sorry ass from one of the other residents of the tower from a prank he pulled. It's happened many times, once you being the source of his joke, but you quickly put an end to that. Let's just say, he couldn't sit down for a week and avoided you with a kicked puppy attitude for twice that time, extra careful to never prank you again. You sigh and memorize your page before closing your book and turning to Pietro.

                     "What did you do this time? Pain Tony's armor pink? Hide Thor's poptarts?", you question and he smirks. "No, but those are some good ideas" You raise your eyebrows, telling him silently to just get it over with or leave you alone. He zooms over and sits in the seat across from you.