Marvel Imagines

Pietro- We're Okay

(Requested by UnwinEggsy )

You nervously tug on the hem of your dress and cross your arms over your stomach as you stand by Pietro's side while he talks to Clint and Wanda.

The sound of shattering glass makes you jump and look around, but frown when you see a guest laughing it off as a broken wine glass is resting by her feet, the alcoholic beverage slowly seeping onto the ground as she steps away from it, apologizing and continuing her conversation.

You really, really hated parties. Parties require nice clothes, nice clothes are usually tight, and tight clothes hug your body in places you're not exactly comfortable with and you end up wanting to leave the entire time.

"You are okay, (Y/n)?" Wanda asks, sensing your discomfort and smiles lightly.

Nodding, you tense as everyone's eyes turn on you. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just going to use the restroom."

Without another word, you turn and dash out of the room as quickly as possible. By the time you've made it to the luxurious bathroom, you're chucking off the heels and rubbing your soar feet.

God, you can't wait until this event is over..

A knock at the door makes you jump. "Urm, hello?"

"(Y/n)?" It's Pietro. "Are you alright?"

Sighing, struggle to come up with an excuse and finally say, "I'm just feeling a bit sick all of a sudden."

"Then we must leave immediately. I will get the car and-"

"No, no, it's fine!" You back away and turn to the mirror, meeting your tired eyes through the reflection before quickly looking away. "You go and have fun. I'll call a cab or something."

He's silent for a second. "Are you sure of this? I do not want you to be alone."

"It's okay, really. I don't mind being alone for one night,"

He sighs. "At least let me see you before you go,"

Picking up your heels, you unlock the door and swing it open. It takes a second for Pietro to swoop you in his arms and speed you to the car.

"Let me down, Pietro!" You whine in a slight panic. He must be really hiding his struggle to pick you up, because he only grins and shakes his head. "Pietro, please?"

"No,"

Irritated, you unexpectedly thrash in his arms and land on your butt. "Ouch-"

"(Y/n)! Why did you do that?"

Rising to your feet (after you declined taking his hand to help you up), you dust off the sickeningly tight dress and tug it down to cover more of your skin. "I'm too heavy and I don't want you to-"

"Heavy?" His concerned face flashes before yours. "You are not heavy, why would you think this?"

You shift your weight to your other foot, cringing at the coldness of the floor and look to the car longingly. "Can we just go?"

"No. We are going to talk about this now," he says sternly, frowning when you groan.

"Please, I just want to go-" In an attempt to smash the rising panic in your chest, you tug your hair free of the pin and feel slightly relieved as your hair falls and covers your bare shoulders and neck.

Shock shoots through you when Pietro's gripping your arms, keeping them from covering your middle, and struggle in his grip.

"Pietro!" You squeak, feeling suddenly exposed and glance down at the dress. "What are you do-"

He curses softly as you break away, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. He looks up and meets your gaze. "Why do you hide, (Y/n)?"

You freeze. "What?"

"You are hiding because you feel insecure, yes?"

The panic in your chest comes back full force, and you suck in a breath to calm your nerves. "No, Pietro. I'm really cold, so can we go now?"

He doesn't give up and shakes his head. "Wanda had gone through the same thing, so (Y/n), I know what you are dealing with-"

"No, actually, you don't!" You tighten your grip on your heels. "You don't know what it's like to be like this. You don't know how what it's like to feel so ugly that you can't look in the mirror or leave your room or even go outside! Pietro, you do not know what it's like. Not at all," Pietro stands completely still, and you immediately regret saying anything. "I'm going to take the car."

He doesn't protest as you pluck the keys from his hand and quickly jump in the car, not waiting for him to try and speak as you stomp on the gas and go flying out of the parking lot.
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The second you get home, you make a beeline for your room, peel off the dress and throw on one of Pietro's baggy shirts and sweatpants.

You feel bad about yelling at Pietro, but shrug a shoulder and decide that you can't take back what you said.

It's been maybe an hour since you went to bed when you hear the front door slam shut and instantly you pretend to be asleep. You're not really in the mood to be lectured so this is your only option other then jumping off the bed and making a run for the bathroom.

"(Y/n)?" He calls out, speeding up the stairs, a small whoosh of air following him as he enters the room. "(Y/n), I know you are awake.." You don't make a sound as he walks over to you and rests a hand on your back. "Please, (Y/n), I just want to talk."

"Yeah? Well, I don't." You mutter.

He sighs, and there's a soft ruffle of clothes, which you know that he's changing, and then the bed dipping as he settles down. "I am sorry about what happened in the parking lot."

You bite your lip and roll over, hesitant to meet Pietro's eyes in the dark room. "Me too. I was just a bit overwhelmed, I guess."

He smiles loosely and pulls you closer. "Then we are okay, yes?"

Nodding, you relax against his chest. "We're okay."