Imagines For Me & You

Raindrop Race: Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver - Marvel (Age of Ultron)

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver x Reader, established relationship, romantic

The reader is racing raindrops, but Pietro interrupts them. A short fight ensues.

TW/CW: Verbal fighting

Word Count: 1.6+K

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Rain patters against the window as you watch the water run down the panes.

You glare at two of the drops. The right one is slightly larger and more ovular than its compatriot. It looked perfect for winning a raindrop race, particularly in comparison to the left one. As you watch, it falls, and the race begins.

Righty grows bulbous as it rushes down, gathering water drops left and right. It's a powerhouse of a raindrop.

Lefty lags behind, though. Seemingly, it refuses to soak up more water. The weight of it isn't enough. Fortunately, as more rain comes down, Lefty is hit by a stroke of luck – and another raindrop. The luck doesn't end there, though. No, instead, this causes Lefty to grow massive as it runs down the window pane, quickly outpacing Righty.

As Lefty nears the end, Righty decides to get with the program and picks up speed.

Will it be enough to hit the bottom before its competition?

Lefty refuses to stop, but it leaves behind a lot of water weight, slowing.

Lefty and Righty are neck-in-neck—seconds before finishing.

But then, something happens.

A gust of wind blows into you, knocking you off balance, just as the winner is about to be declared.

Pietro, the annoying ass, pulls you back into his arms, distracting you. When you focus back on the water drops, the race has finished.

The winner? Unknown.

"Dammit, Pietro!" You huffed, attempting to pull away from him.

But, as always, the speedster was too fast for his own good, and he tightened his hold around you.

"What? Can I not hug you now?"

You turn and glare at him, pushing him away.

Feeling the strength of your anger, he reluctantly lets you go, fingers trailing your sides before finally releasing you.

"Not when I was in the middle of something, Pietro!" You snapped.

He raised a brow and looked over your shoulder at the window. "There is nothing out there, though? It is just the same thing as it always is." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Besides, I thought you liked my hugs."

Sighing, you rubbed your forehead. "I wasn't looking out there, Piet. I was looking at the raindrops—trying to see who'd win the big race! Now, I'll never know because you distracted me." You gave him an accusatory glare.

Pietro's brow furrowed, and a frown came over his face. He cocked his head to the side like a confused pup. "So, you'd rather watch the rain than get a hug from your partner?" he asked.

"Yes!" you huffed in exasperation.

Pausing, you watched as Pietro's confused look turned to one of hurt. "Wait, no, not like that. I didn't–"

Before you could finish, Pietro ran off in a blue and grey blur.

Sighing, you fell back into the window and muttered, "Shit."

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A few minutes later, you're standing at Pietro's door, wondering whether or not you should even be here. A part of you said yes, as you knew letting him stew for too long wouldn't be a good idea, but the other part of you was embarrassed and still a little angry at him for distracting you. But you did love him more than Raindrop Races. It was a close call between the two, but he ultimately won.