[the avengers ➼ imagines]

pietro maximoff ≫ spit it out, maximoff

Ever since the battle against Ultron, you and Pietro had gotten closer and closer. You were best friends and nothing would change that. Well, up until recently that is. For the past few weeks, Pietro had been becoming more and more distant. He barely even spoke to you anymore, every time you would run into him in the tower or at S.H.I.E.L.D. he would mumble a few incoherent words before whizzing off.

You were really upset because Pietro was your closet friend and now that he rarely spoke to you, you didn't really have anyone else. Sure, you had the rest of the team but your friendship with them was different to your friendship with Pietro. You missed having the silver haired boy around.

Your heels clicked off the floor, the sound echoing in the hallway. Your eyes scanned over the files in your hands, your eyebrows furrowing slightly as you read through them. The sound of someone else near you caused you to look up. A smile spread over your face when you saw who it was.

"Hi Pietro!" You called, waving your hand slightly. Your smile quickly turned into a frown as Pietro quickly ran in the opposite direction.

"Good talk." You mumbled to yourself. You continued with your walk, looking back over the files.

It went on like this for a few more months. You'd decided you had enough, you couldn't take anymore or the ignoring.

You stomped up to Pietro, his back was facing you, a perfect opportunity; he couldn't run from this one.

"Pietro Maximoff." He turned around at the sound of your voice, his eyes widening when he was you. He tried to run but you stopped him before he could. "No, you're not going anywhere. Why are you ignoring me?"

"Uh, I am?"

"Don't try pull the clueless card with me boy. I'm sick and tired of you constantly running away every time you see me. Have I done something wrong, have I done something to upset you?"

"No, no, it's not that." He said, waving his hands in the air.

"Then what have I done?" You asked in a demanding tone, crossing your arms over your chest, a stern expression upon your face.

"Uh...." He trailed off, his eyes avoiding contact with your own.

"Spit it out, Maximoff, I don't have all day. Come on, don't be s-"

"I love you." He cut you off, his voice was abrupt, you almost didn't hear him.

"Yo-you what?" You stuttered, your arms unfolding and falling to your side.

"I love you and I can't stop thinking about you. I distanced myself from you because I thought you'd never love me back. I was scared that I could never be could enough for the likes of you. You're absolutely beautiful, everything about you is amazing."

You blushed at his words, still in a state of shock nonetheless. You didn't know what to say so you did the only thing you knew you could. You kissed him.

The kiss was sweet, and romantic. Pietro's hands held your face, his fingers tangling in your hair. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers doing the same as his. You both broke apart due to the lack of air.

"I love you too, Pietro. I wish you had told me instead of ignoring me. I was so upset, I thought you hated me." You frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry, I was just scared."

"It's okay, I forgive you. Just don't do that to me ever again." You warned him, your expression serious, a warning tone in your voice.

"I won't, I promise."

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I had originally planned to write an imagine for Wanda but I didn't have any inspiration for her so I wrote one for Pietro instead. Sorry it's on the short side, I'm having serious writers block. Like, I know what I want to write, I just can't put it into words. So frustrating.

Also remember you can request an imagine, I'm always up for writing one for any of you. Hope you enjoyed this one!