The Babysitter

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Pietro's POV

"That was torture," my friend said, resting his sweaty forehead on the cool, gym locker.

"Agreed," I nodded, wiping my neck of sweat with my half towel.

"It was your fault, Maximoff," another boy sneered, "if you would've just caught the fucking pass, we wouldn't have had to run those laps."

"Well, I'm sorry your passes are shit and uncatchable," I said rolling my pale, blue eyes. I really cannot stand being on the football team sometimes.

Idiots like him are the reason I like track better than football. I only joined the team because my friend, and the coach, begged me to.

"Hey, Pietro, you wanna go to this party with me tonight?" My friend asked. He'd stop banging his head on the locker and was now changing out of his practice clothes.

"Nah, can't," I said simply, slipping my shirt off.

"What?! What are you doing that's more important than a party?" He asked appalled.

"Same thing I do every Friday when we don't have a game."

He groaned and dramatically fell onto the locker room bench. I laughed and threw his pants at him.

"Put some pants on, man," I said looking away from the sprawled out boy that was just in his boxers.

"What family are you babysitting this time?" He asked pulling the jean material up his legs.

"It's the Barton's again," I said, pulling my shirt on and not looking at him. When there was no response, I looked over and saw my friend grinning at me.

"What," I whined.

"You mean the family with the hot dad that you like?" He said wiggling his eyebrows. I groaned and picked up my gym bag.

"Fuck off, Wade," I said, despite the flush on my cheeks.

"You're not denying it!" He said proudly. He was done getting dressed and we were collecting our things.

"I do not like him," I said slamming my locker and walking out the locker room.

"Hmmm, I don't believe you," he said stubbornly with a stupid grin on his face.

"I don't care," I said pushing the doors of the school open. When we got outside, I easily located my car.

"You need a ride today?" I asked, looking around for his car. He didn't respond so I looked back at him expectingly. He was staring at a group of kids near the right of the gym.

"Wade?"

"Huh? What?" He said snapping his head back to attention. I looked over at the group of kids before raising a brow.

"Do you know them?" I asked. They were all crowded around something and laughing. I recognized a few boys from other sports teams and some druggies. My friend had went back to staring at I had to snap my fingers in his face to get him back.

"Hey, um, I gotta go. I'll see you Monday?" He said before parting ways with me and heading back in the direction of the gym.

I simply shrugged and unlocked my car door. I drove the short distance to Mr. Barton's house before hopping out, leaving my bookbag and gym bag in the back seat with all my other junk.

I pocketed my phone after looking at the time and silently hoped I wasn't too late since practice dragged on longer than usual. I walked up the porch steps and knocked on the doors of the beautiful house.

Mr. Barton opened the door and I had to practically catch my jaw from falling to the floor. I didn't think I was that obvious but he somehow noticed my shock and laughed.

"Is it too much? I'm trying to look young," he laughed. I quickly shook my head, unable to say anything. He was wearing black from head to toe: boots, jeans, and leather jacket to top it off.

He looked hot. It was times like this where I'm glad he got a divorce, but then again I wouldn't have a chance anyways.

"Pietro!" I heard a young voice from inside, snapping me out of my trance.

Mr. Barton smiled and opened the door wider to let me inside the cozy home. A short, brown haired boy came running down the stairs and I caught him as he launched at me from the second to last step.

"Natey!" I said joyfully, swinging the eight year old around.

"Be careful, you too," Mr. Barton warned with a smile. "I'll be back around 10, Pietro."

"You've got a date?" I joked, repositioning Nate on my hip. He was quite light.

"I would hardly call it that," Mr. Barton laughed and collected his things. "Call me if you need me, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. We know," I smiled, cutting off his usual lecture he used to give when I first began babysitting Nate.

"Alright, where's my good luck hug?" He smirked.

Nate was already wriggling out of my grasp and running towards his father. I cooed as the two embraced. They parted and Mr. Barton made a bee line for the door.

"Be good!" He called back, before closing the door and locking it.

"So," I smiled at my miniature partner in crime, "What do you want to do first?"

{A/N}

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