The Keyboard
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"Well that was it, the Avengers Tower. Your new home, for now. Maybe forever, you'll never know!" I walk away leaving him and his glorious gym, but he uses his speed to catch up to me.
"So where are you going?" Pietro asks trotting beside me.
"Oh do you not like being by yourself?" I tease him for following me, I knew he would! Well, I hoped he would.
"I'm just curious!" Because of his interest in my hobbies I decide to let him in in my agenda for the next hour or so.
"I'm going to go work on a song, well I finished it but-"
"Can I hear it?" His innocent Russian accent permeated through his voice when he interrupted me.
"Sure. You'll hear me sing for the first time." I take a step but he swoops me up and speeds us to my room. He puts me down and I wobble a little before I enter my room. "What was that for?"
"Sorry, just anxious I guess." I sit down on my bench.
"Ok, you ready?" I ask turning on my keyboard.
"Yes I'm ready." He just stands I the doorway. He looks uncomfortable. I scoot over and pat the space next to me.
"You can sit down if you want." He smiles softly and walks over with hands in his pockets as he sits down, closing the huge gap between us. "Are you going to sing with me?"
"No." Pietro replies fast and sounds pretty sure if himself.
"Please!" I plead to him.
"No."
"Why not?"
"No."
"So your gonna make me sing by myself?"
"Yeah."
"Well I tried, here I go... alone." I look at him, he smiles.
We'll be outlaws
Partners in crime
Well take on the world together
I'll be Bonnie you can be Clyde
[outlaws - alessia cara]
Slowly I place my hands back into my lap, at first I wasn't nervous to sing for him. It's too late to be nervous now so might as well suck it up. I look at him, and my courage gives way. I hand him a frown.
"Did I do ok?" Pietro's smile grows, and so does the distance from his hands as he opens his arms. He motions me to come in.
"Mmm it was ok." Usually I would have given a comeback, made another joke. But I couldn't. I simply gave a fake smile, Pietro wasn't convinced. "Come here." He says gently, and I fall for it. "It was beautiful." The hug wasn't long, sadly. As released, his hands hover the key board. "How did that last line go?" He taps a key, not the right one.
"No no no. Let let me guide you." Softly my hands fit over his while I push each finger down on the corresponding key. As I do I sing. "We'll be outlaws..."
I could tell he was staring at me more than the keys themselves, his gaze was hot. If I were white I'd be blushing. Quickly I move my hands away and stare at my thighs.
"Are you okay? You seem... not okay."
"Oh yeah I'm fine."
"Then why are you so quiet?"
"Music is sort of my, I don't know, soft spot. I don't joke around much when I'm at my uh... keyboard."
"So are you going to teach me to play?"
"Are you going to sing with me?"
"No."
"Then no."
"What? Don't be mean! What about tomorrow?"
"Are you going to sing with me tomorrow?"
"Fine, maybe."
"Then maybe tomorrow."
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