Plastic Marriage (Pietro Maximoff)

Good Morning

I would like to state that I used google translate, so if any of them are wrong, I do apologize, sadly I do not speak Russian.

My eyes slowly slid open as the sunlight fell in streaks across my bed, what time was it?

'Ten? Usually I don't sleep this late' I thought with a yawn.

'I should get up' I told myself, but the warmth was too pleasant to escape from, and I found my body unconsciously moving towards it.

'I could get used to this each morning' I smiled to myself, resting my hand atop the sheets...And something else. My eyes slid open once more while I looked down, only to realize that the warmth I had been feeling, was body heat. I could feel the blush rise to my cheeks as I followed the arm, soon turning, and coming face to face with a sleeping Pietro.

I was about to say something, wake him up and demand to know why he had snuck into my bed...But he actually looked, rather peaceful. Wanda had told me before, about the nightmares that Pietro often had. She said he would wake up drenched in sweat, panting, and not being able to go back to sleep for the rest of the night. I felt so bad for him, I had nightmares, but nothing that bad.

So seeing him as he was now, sleeping peacefully, for once. I couldn't bring myself to wake the man. So instead, I laid there, listening to his soft breaths. My hand reached up to slide a stray lock away from his face, fingers gently touching his skin, which earned a tightened grip on my waist. Fearing that I was waking him, I stopped, my hand inches from his skin, my eyes scanning his face for any indication that he was no longer asleep.

When I saw none, my fingers moved on their own, running from his temple to his jaw. In all honesty, like this, Pietro was actually rather...Breathtaking...

'Wait...What?!' My mind screamed.

'No no no, no Ellie! This whole thing between you is fake, it's not real, do NOT get attached!' My mind added, breaking me of my trace.

"Not real" I whispered as I looked back at Pietro, he shifted at the sound of my voice, his head coming to nuzzle my neck while his arm brought me closer.

"Dobroye utro krasoty (Morning Beauty)" I heard him whispered in my ear, his voice was still rough with sleep, and I couldn't stop the shiver it sent though me.

"tebe kholodno? YA mogu sogreyet, yesli vam nravitsya (are you cold? I can warm you up if you like)" He spoke, pulling me in even closer before kissing my neck.

"P-Pietro stop" I said, once again hitting myself for stuttering.

"chto, yesli ya ne khochu , chtoby? (What if I do not want to?)" He asked, repeating his actions.

"I have no idea what you said, but shtap it" I told him again, a small smile on my face as I looked over at him.

"Very well printsessa" He replied, unwrapping his arms while he stretched, I took the opportunity to move to the other side of the bed, earning a pout from him.

"Why are you in my bed in the first place?" I asked

"It was cold on the couch...And lonely" He replied, pout still in place. I simply rolled my eyes at the man.

"Whatever, do you wanna get ready first? I will probably use more hot water than you" I told him, gesturing towards the bathroom.

"We could always save water and go in together" He replied with a smirk and a wink.

"N-No, geeze" I stated, looking away from him as I blushed once more.

"Ok Ok, I'll go first" He said, quickly leaning up and kissing my cheek before getting off the bed, I looked over at him, ready to glare for the action, but instead my eyes widened a bit. I had never been around when Pietro trained, as he usually trained with Steve, so I didn't know he was quite so...Built. And with his sleeping attire only being sweatpants...