Harry Potter, Sherlock, Doctor Who and Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #171 - Walk It Off (You Didn't See That Coming Part II)

Imagine staring up at your door, fiddling with the keys in your fingers. It'd been 2 weeks since you've been home; mostly because you were too afraid at first to be by yourself in case you did something reckless. Tony had let you stay at the Tower during your recovering, his and all the Avengers open arms coaxing you though the intense heart break, that still aches dully in your chest.

Even though you had only known that he had loved you for maybe a couple of hours, you had adored him ever since he rebelliously zoomed into the room to unplug Vision, to them stop stare at you and fully check you out before sending you a flirty wink. You had blushed profusely, prompting an extremely adorable (and admittedly sexy) smirk to curl upon his lips.

You blinked away the hot tears burning your eyes as you revisited the memory. It seemed years ago now.

The lock clicked and you swung open the door to be met with a dark, cold, empty house. You could almost laugh about how much you related to a house at this moment. You monotonously hung you keys on the small rack, and unwrapped your beige tench coast from your form, hanging it next to them. You kicked off your shoes before setting off to click on the lights to the hallway and into the kitchen.

You gave a deep sigh as you wallowed into the cold, open windowed kitchen but smiled slightly as you took notice of the steaming drink on the counter. A note was folded next to it, blaring a black penned message;

'Enjoy! You'll be okay :) ~ Nat'

You chuckled hoarsely, noting to close the window of your kitchen as that was possibly how she had snuck into your house before hand.

You pick up the mug, cupping your hands around the warm surface, absorbing the warmth and letting a small smile onto your lips. You sipped it cautiously, the hot liquid rushing to your stomach, filling you with warmth.

"It took you long enough, Люблю."

The mug fell to the floor, shattering as you reached for you gun (handily strapped to your waist as always) and pointed it at whatever was behind you. That voice. It couldn't.

"Come out." You shouted, sounding a lot more confident than you felt.

The figure obeyed, stepping into the light, hands raised mockingly and a goofy smile spread across his face. His starling silver hair shined almost obnoxiously in the yellow light, robin-egg eyes flickering with humour and relief.

"Who are you?" You commanded sharply. Your mind was screaming at you, clicking away as to how your Sokovian lover could be stood in front you.

"Pietro Maximoff." He responded, his smile fading as you cocked your gun.

"That's impossible. Agent Maximoff was killed in action 2 weeks ago. So once again. Who. Are. You!" You demanded teeth gritted, tears threatening to fall.

"Please." He took a step forward, reaching out tentatively towards your gun, gently holding the barrel. "Ангел."

Only he got called you that. Your hands were shaking, correction, your whole body was shaking. How?

"Please..." He said softly, his hand overlapping yours sending a jolt of energy through you.

You slowly lowered the gun, placing it back into it's holster. You looked back up at him, blue eyes shining like street lamps down on you in the dim room. He leant forward to let his lips fall on top yours for half a second with the softest touch that you wouldn't have believe he did it.

"H-How?" You stuttered your voice wavering and cracking. He slowly slipped his hand into yours, calming the shaking and massaged it gently with his thumb.

"I walked it off."

(Люблю = Love Ангел = Angel) 

(Just a small update to carry you guys over :D) 

(Might update later this week (or today :P))

(No QOTD today because I just want to see your reactions to this chapter :*) 

(CHRISTMAS IMAGINES SOON!!) 

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