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P. Maximoff

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Pietro Maximoff Imagine; @justalittleidiot

Scenario: You're younger than Pietro, and he constantly bugs you. To make matters worse, though, the speedster also picks on you over you being shorter than him. Yet his secret agenda is what you use against him when it becomes known.

Warnings: [dependent on the reader] Mild language.

Word Count: 1,611

A/N:Hope this is what was asked! With a minor change. (Side note: In my mind the twins were AT LEAST 21 in AoU, so in this they're 22.)

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When it came down to the word annoying you were pretty sure Pietro fit the description perfectly. It wasn't as if you necessarily hated the man, he just stepped on each of your nerves. Though more to his style he ran over them.
Ever since you'd entered the Avengers tower you weren't given a break. Everywhere you turned or looked there was another smartass quip coming your way. The more you tried to ignore it, the more he'd continue.
The day in particular was Pietro and Wanda's birthday. You'd been dreading it. You knew the team was going to have a few festivities, you just didn't want to partake.
You liked Wanda. She was cool. And she had always been nicer to you than her brother. But even today you weren't sure you wanted to be around her.
Instead you were in Pietro's room, going over reports in the peace of the silence. You heard the dull strum of music from downstairs. Festivities had started abnormally early, but it was probably Pietro's rushed personality that led to such a thing. You had immediately huffed and went to the quietest place you could reach.
You preferred your own bedroom. But unfortunately it was directly above the party. Pietro's was the highest up, second to only Tony. You had tried getting into Stark's room but F.R.I.D.A.Y. wasn't helping. You eventually just gave up and went one floor down, ignoring the fact of who lived on that floor.
If there was anything you would ever admit graciously about Pietro it would be the fact he smelt amazing. He carried a scent of pine cones and mint and his room was no different. It didn't take you long to forget where you were and fall asleep in the warm duvets of the most irritable man you knew, your work quickly forgotten.
   When Pietro stumbled in, you didn't wake up. You had managed to move yourself even more-so under the blankets while asleep. The Maximoff man didn't spot you as he clicked his door closed.
   He was mumbling to himself in Sokovian when you lazily began opening your eyes. He had already slipped into pajama pants, but you watched with your cheeks reddening as he took off his shirt.
   Then you realized you were in his bed. In his room. It couldn't seem any more creepy than it already was unless you chose to go back to bed.
   He turned on his heels to start coming toward the bed when you shot up from the mattress. "Pietro!" You screamed, eyes wide.
   Pietro stumbled back, hitting the wall and yelling out in surprise. You quickly shuffled from the bed and pressed yourself against the wall. "I know how this-"
   By the now the Sokovian man was watching you move, reaching to his side for the shirt he'd taken off a bit before. "Princessa, I understand that it may be hard to resist me. And it's my birthday. But that is my bed, and you were just in it."
   "I know and I'm sorry, can I go?" You rolled your eyes as you moved toward the door.
   Pietro moved around your side, a shirt now covering his top half. He whistled just a you grabbed the knob, holding a familiar stack of papers in his right hand. "Forgetting something?"
   You turned, glancing from the smirk on his lips to the papers in his hand. This had already taken a turn for the worst. "Can I have those?"
   The smirk grew. Pietro moved toward you, standing directly in front of you. As you reached out for your paperwork he shot his hand up, holding them above your reach. It wasn't that you were that short, it was that he was that tall.
   "If you can reach them."
   "You're such a dick."
   Pietro tsked, shaking his head. "That's no way to treat me on my birthday, princessa. Then again, you're still so young and naive."
   You rolled your eyes again. This was the usual sort of treatment you could expect from the male Maximoff. "I am literally only two years younger than you. And that's only because today is your birthday."
   "You're still very young, and very short. Maybe if-"
   "Could I have the papers, Maximoff?" You crossed your arms over your chest, but he just began laughing.
   "You're not threatening, princessa!" His voice was hoarse from laughter, but that didn't slow him down. He ran around you and stood against the door, a familiar smirk over his lips yet again.
   "Stop calling me that." You hissed back as you turned to look on at him.
   "Do young and pretty girls not like being called princessa in America?"
   Though you felt your cheeks heating you ignored it and stepped ahead. He had the papers at his side now and you quickly ripped them from his grip. "Not this one."
   He smiled as you grumbled, trying to shove him back from the door. "Why were you in my room, turtle?"
   "Do not go back to that horrible nickname!"
   "It's not my fault you're so slow."
   "It's not my fault either! I'm not enhanced. Move your ass." You pushed his shoulder, glaring into his blue eyes. No matter how good he still smelt or how pretty he naturally looked, he was still annoying you.
   "Why were you in my room?" He raised a brow.
   You sighed, standing firm. "I wanted to get away from the noise of the party. I couldn't get into Tony's room, so here I am."
   "So you slept in my bed?"
   "That wasn't my initial idea," you sighed again, using your free hand to rub your forehead. Just talking to him was stressful at moments.
   Pietro chuckled as he looked down at you. "You should have come to the party," he spoke as he began to his bed, leaving the door unblocked, "you would have enjoyed it."
   "Says you." You mumbled as you pulled the door open. The immediate rush of rosemary came into the room. Scarlet had passed through.
   "What does that mean, princessa?" Pietro eyed you as you stepped out of the room.
   "The only two things you know about me are my height and my age. So here's the third," you began to close the door, "I don't like parties." And then the door was closed, so you began down the hall.
   When you got to the doors of the elevator Pietro pulled his door back open. He glanced out, looking at you as you tapped your foot.
   "I only pick on you because I'm fond of you." His words would had droned out along the hall of he hadn't used his speed to be at your side when he spoke.
   You stumbled to your left, a hand over your heart. He hesitantly smiled. "Sorry." Even though he was right beside you, his voice was almost mute.
   Had you made the one and only Pietro Maximoff shy?
   This time, a smirk graced your lips. "Did you say something?"
   You had heard him, but the look he carried after you asked made you smirk more. For once you were above him despite your height. "Speak up next time, speedy."
   The elevator dinged as it came to the floor. F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke out, "Is your destination your floor, Ms.[Y/L/N]?"
   "Yes, F.R.I." You stepped ahead, entering the elevator.
   Pietro stepped just between the doors as they began to close, halting the process. "I said I'm fond of you, okay?" He couldn't meet your eyes as he spoke.
   "You're going to have to be more specific." You scrunched your brows. "I don't understand."
   He groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. "I like your height. And age. And that you're slower than me. I, just, I like you!" He let out an exasperated breath and looked on at you, waiting for a reaction.
   You smiled, stepping forward. If you knew enough about Pietro, which you did, he was probably assuming you were going to kiss him. But that moment you shoved him back, causing him to stumble outside of the elevator.
   Pietro looked at you with wide eyes as you waved, F.R.I.D.A.Y taking you down to your floor before he could stop her again. You hummed, satisfied. For once you had something over him, though you weren't sure how long you were going to use it.
   You pulled your door open, flipping the light switch on to spot Wanda sitting on your bed, fiddling with the hem of her dress. She smiled as you came in.
   "That's not creepy at all, Wanda."
   "If I'm not mistaken you did the same thing to Pietro, did you not?"
   Of course she had been there, you thought, the rosemary smell. You sighed and set your papers on your own desk. "Those weren't my initial plans."
   She laughed, smiling again. "Did he tell you?"
   "What?" How did she already know?
   "Did he tell you he likes you? I made him promise at the party-"
   "He did."
   She jumped up, throwing her arms around you. "Finally! Gosh, I've been waiting so long."
   "What?" You stood there without hugging her back, confused.
   Wanda pulled back. "He's always thought you were cute. That's why he teases you. Now I've just been waiting for him to tell you. What did you do?"
   "I shoved him backward."
   Wanda scrunched her nose. "Is that how you show affection in America?"
   "No."
   "Then why?"
   "Because now I have a chance to tease him." You smiled and Wanda reciprocated the look.
   "Not for too long, please. I've been waiting for this."

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A/N; I'll let you come up with an end to this whole scenario, hmm.
[the next paragraph is going to be posted on all my works once they're updated]
Another thing, and this just goes out to anyone, I write everything on my iPhone. I indent and all that through the mobile Wattpad app. My friend recently showed me how different my chapters end up looking online through a laptop. It seems the online version of Wattpad deleted some of my indentation and things like that. I want to say I'm sorry and there's nothing I can do about that. I'm not worried about it too much, as most people read off their phone anyway, but still. I just wanted to say I do everything off my phone, so I can't really control how it looks online unless I do it there but I don't and I don't want to have to start so I hope everyone understands.