Marvel Oneshots

Fear of Falling (Pietro Maximoff)

Y/N stood in the common area of the Avengers compound, sipping her coffee while gazing out the large windows at the sprawling view of the forest. She loved moments like these—quiet, serene, where the world felt still for just a moment. But today, there was an underlying tension in the air, a restlessness she couldn't quite shake off.

Pietro had been acting strangely for the past few days. He had been distant, often lost in thought, and it left her feeling uneasy. They had spent countless hours together, sharing laughter and lighthearted teasing, and somewhere along the way, something had shifted. The sparks between them had ignited into something deeper, and while Y/N felt excited about it, she sensed that Pietro was battling his own fears.

As if summoned by her thoughts, Pietro entered the room. His signature speed made him a blur before he came to a halt, standing by the kitchen counter with a slightly furrowed brow. "Good morning," he said, his tone a bit more reserved than usual.

"Morning!" she replied cheerfully, trying to inject some warmth into the conversation. "Want some coffee?"

He shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. "No, I'm good."

Y/N could feel the weight of the silence stretching between them. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but something in his demeanor made her hesitate. Instead, she took a sip of her coffee and leaned against the counter, watching him as he fidgeted with a cup, tracing his fingers over the rim.

"Pietro?" she ventured, breaking the silence that had grown heavy with unspoken words.

He looked up, and for a moment, their gazes locked. There was something vulnerable in his expression, a flicker of fear that sent a chill down her spine. "Yeah?"

"Is everything okay? You seem... off."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know, Y/N. I just feel... I feel like things are changing between us."

Her heart raced at his admission. "Changing how?"

"I don't know if it's good or bad," he replied, his voice laced with uncertainty. "It's just... it feels different."

The tension in the room thickened, and Y/N's pulse quickened. "Different how?" she pressed gently, her heart aching to understand.

Pietro took a step back, his body language shifting from open to guarded. "I just think it's happening too fast. I mean, we've only known each other for a short time."

Y/N's stomach dropped. "Are you saying you want to slow down?"

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and fear. "But I can't help but feel like I'm falling too fast. It scares me, and I thought maybe... maybe pulling back would be easier."

"Easier for who?" she asked, feeling the sting of his words. "For you or for me?"

"For both of us!" he shot back defensively. "I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to lose what we have, but at the same time, this—whatever this is—feels so intense."

Y/N crossed her arms, her heart aching. "I get it, but running away isn't going to help either of us. We need to face this."

Pietro looked away, his jaw tightening as he grappled with his thoughts. "I'm just not used to feeling this way, Y/N. It terrifies me. What if this isn't real? What if we're just caught up in the moment?"

His vulnerability struck a chord within her, and she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. "What if it is real? What if this is exactly what we've both been looking for?"

Pietro shifted again, clearly torn. "But what if it falls apart?"

"Then it falls apart," she said, her voice steady but soft. "But I'd rather take the risk than spend my days wondering what could have been."