Avengers Imagines

Pietro Maximoff #3

"Miss ______..." Jarvis called.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Mr Maximoff is at the door for you." He said.
"Thank you Jarvis." I smiled.
"______, this better not be another one of your dates for the week." My dad said.
"No he isn't!" I snapped, glancing over my appearance.
"So its a boy?" He asked, a smirk tinting his voice.
"Dad!" I cried, stepping out of my bedroom.
He looked me up and down and sprinted towards the door.
"Next time Jarvis don't notify my dad too." I sighed.
"Sorry Miss _____." Jarvis said.
"It's ok." I said walking to the door.
"Tony..." Pietro's familiar voice sighed.
"Maximoff? What are you doing here? What are you doing with my daughter?" My dad demanded.
"I have come to take ______ out on a date." He said.
"How long has this... This thing been going on?" Dad asked.
"A few months, lay off Dad!" I sighed, coming to the door.
Pietro stood in a dress shirt and jeans.
"You... You look beautiful." Pietro stuttered.
"Thank you... You don't look to bad yourself." I blushed.
Dad coughed.
"Dad, just go away!" I complained, stepping through the door way.
"No, I have some more questions." He said.
"Dad..." I groaned.
"Do you love her?" He asked.
"Yes, I do." Pietro smiled, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Have you... Have you..." Dad said, awkwardly hinting on to something I didn't want to hear.
"What?" Pietro asked.
"No we haven't Dad!" I snapped.
He shot me a stern look, making me drop my gaze.
I fiddled with the hem of my fitted dress.
"She is to be back no later than eleven. Or you can think about joining the Avengers again." Dad threatened.
"Dad! We will be back whenever we are ready! I am not a child anymore. And Pietro would be perfect for the team so lay off. Come on." I said, taking Pietro's hand and dragging us toward the taxi waiting outside.
- - - -
"I'm sorry about my dad." I sighed as we sat at the restaurant.
"Dont worry about it." Pietro laughed.
"He is very annoying and forward... I would say sometimes but its mainly all the time..." I said.
"Dont stress about it." He smiled.
I nodded.
"He's scared off the last couple of boyfriends..." I said.
"Well he hasn't scared me off, I'm not going anywhere." He smiled, kissing the back of my hand, holding it to his lips, the kiss lingering...
(Is this ok?)