AVENGER IMAGINES

Pietro - Tripped

You rubbed your eyes fiercely as you pattered out if the lab.

You had spent all day with Bruce and Tony, trying out new serums for the other guy.
Unfortunately nothing worked.

Cold air brushed past you, making your hair fly other over the place.

You instantly knew it was Pietro, even though he was one of the most skilled agents when he was on the field once he got back to the tower that all went to shit, he was honestly one of the clumsiest people you knew.

He was always running into tables or doors, and more than likely Thor's new dog Bow (Clint got to choose is name).

You rubbed your temples and made your way to the kitchen, needing food and some sort of liquid other than coffee in your system.

You raked in the fridge for a few moments before deciding a sandwich was enough.

You devoured the sandwich within moments of making it, grabbing a glass and the milk out the fridge you pour it in the glass.

You spun quickly and placed the milk in the door of the fridge, grabbing your glass you shut the door while switching off the kitchen lights.

You strolled to your room slowly, taking in the peace and quite, which was odd for the tower, especially for the people in it.

Cold wind gushed past you again.

"Pietro! Careful!" You shout as you hear a string of cursing in Slovakian.

Next thing you know your getting tripped over.

Pietro was quick to react, throwing his arms around you, pivoting in the air so he would hit the ground and not you.

As you both made contact with the floor Pietro caught your glass, not spilling a drop.

You gasped for air, throwing a snide look at the sliver haired asshat lying under you.

"Really Pietro... Not even a warning?" You ask, staring into his eyes.

"Sorry (Y/N), I wasn't looking where I was going." He chuckled, cupping your cheek.

"Piet-" he cut you off.

"Also it gives me an excuse to kiss you." He said, his face dead serious.

"Shah funny." You said sarcastically, while rolling your eyes.

"I find nothing funny about having an attractive girl laying on top of me." Pietro whispered, it was barely audible. His body stiffened under yours as he realised what he said.

"Oh okay." You said awkwardly, shifting your body weight so you weren't interlay on top of him.

"Wait. No. Don't move (/)." Pietro's voice went blunt and serious. His eyes darting back and fourth between you and something behind you.

You turn your head to look behind you but nothing was there. You roll your eyes again and spin your head back to Pietro.

But before you can even mutter a word his lips are on yours, they were surprisingly warm and soft, and tasted like cinnamon.

He placed the glass of milk by your sides, slipping his no free hand on your waist as he deepened the kiss.

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