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Pietro Maximoff (DOFP)

Peter held your hand in his, his hand shaking slightly.
"So, you're not going to race around?" You ask.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Peter smiled at you innocently.
You rolled your eyes, "Peter, all my family is in there." You nodded at the wooden gate before you where smells of a barbeque came from.
"Yes. I know. I said I wouldn't dream of it." Peter quickly pecked your cheek before beginning to pull you towards the gate. An uncle held it open for the two of you.
You spent the first half hour of the family barbeque introducing Peter and making small talk.
Then James decided to come say hi.
"(Y/n)!" He pulled you into a hug.
"James!" You hadn't seen your family friend for several years since he'd gone off to boarding school.
"You're so tall!" You exclaimed. He was talling than Peter by far.
"You're so beautiful! Whoever thought scruffy little (Y/n) would grow up to look like a goddess!" James grinned at you and you felt yourself blush slightly.
Then Peter was next to you, his arm around your waist pulling you close to his body.
"Some of the scruffy kids turned out better than others apparently." Peter said, looking over James with a raised eyebrow.
James' brows drew together. "I'm James, (Y/n)'s family friend. We've known each other since we were infants. We-"
"Yeah, yeah. That's nice. I'm her boyfriend."
You smiled slightly, finding this quite amusing.
"James, this is Peter." You said, intervening.
James nodded and offered a hand which Peter only briefly touched.
James looked quite shocked.
"I'll catch up later, (y/n). It was nice seeing you." He placed a hand on your shoulder, "Yell for me if you need anything." He leant down and placed a kiss on your cheek.
"Bye!" Peter said, straining a false smile that wasn't fooling anyone.
He whisked you a few meters away and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.
He cast a deathly look over his shoulder at James.
A laugh escaped your lips.
"What? He's not that great!" Peter said quickly.
You laughed again, "Are you jealous?"
Peter frowned, "What? No, I'm not jealous."
You smirked.
"I am not jealous!"
"If you say so Peter. I think you're cute when you're jealous."
"Maybe I am then."
"Don't be." You said, pressing your lips to his.
"Did he see that?" You asked.
"Yes." Peter smirked. "He's not cute when he's jealous."
He pressed his lips to yours.
"Of course he isn't."
Peter kissed you again and you felt yourself wondering how you got so lucky.