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Here it is. Pietro imagine for @CAPTAINWIDOW137 (Scarlett)

Prompt: He saves you when you're drunk and a guy tries to do something.

Trying out first person. Should I stick to it or go back to 'You'?
(just for the imagines. for the preferences i will always use 'you')

I stumbled out of the bar, laughing at something no one had said. I knocked into what I thought was a person, (it was a pole) murmuring a bunch of apologies to it. I squinted, loosening the grip on the bottle I didn't even know I had. It crashed on the floor, making me jump then laugh at myself.

Then all of a sudden there was a touch on my arm, but when I turned no one was there, or maybe it was just my blurry vision. I felt something rub up my back, pushing me further. I really didn't think about what was happening, being drunk and all. I just started talking to the anonymous person as if they were my friend, talking about how drunk I was.

Then their hand shifted down to my ass, and I realized the situation. I pushed who ever it was off, trying to get far away but it didn't work. He pushed me into the brick wall of the side of the bar.

I shouted, for help, for him to let go, but his hand quickly covered my mouth.

He gritted his teeth, yelling at me, "Shut up, you bitch!" He then lowered his voice, "It'll all be over soon."

My screams got louder, but were still muffled against his hand as he pressed harder. Then I heard a familiar voice shout, "Scarlett!"

Then, in the next seconds, the guy was on the ground, groaning, and trying to get up. The a flash of blue and white pushed him back down, a hand punching at his face. The guy cupped his nose, trying to stop the blood but another punch hit his face. Finally the guy decided it was enough, yelling 'UNCLE' like a child.

Pietro, as I now saw, let go off him, telling him to leave, not ever show up in his eyesight again. The guy ran, and Pietro's angry look dropped into worry as he turned to me.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked, stepping closer, putting his hands on my arms.

"N-no. He was about to, I think. But, you stopped him. Thank you. God, thank you so much, Pietro," I whispered, leaning into his embrace, "What would I do without you?"

He didn't respond, just kissed the top of my head, murmuring 'sorry's' and 'i'll always be here, Scarlett'. I pulled away, slightly, to look at him and he planted a chaste kiss on my lips before hugging me again, pulling me closer.

A/N: Ah, how was it? I don't know what to think about this!!!