"PIETRO DJANGO MAXIMOFF I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU!" I screamed down the hallway because, yet again, my door was locked. From the inside. I had come out of the bathroom sans clothes, wrapped up in a towel only to find that I couldn't get into my room. This was the third time this week. I had had enough. I marched down the hall to his door and banged on it so hard the metal dented and cracked. A blurry-eyed Pietro opened the door with a face screaming that he had only just woken up. "Iona, what do you want?" he asked rubbing a fist over his eye. I swung my arm so the side of my hand would collide with his door again. This time he watched the motion, taking a step back when it went clean through. He tried to take another step back so I grabbed the baggy front of his shirt and lifted him off the ground. Me, Queen Iona Laufey, in all of my five foot glory had a grown man terrified. "Where. Is. The. Key!?" He squirmed a little, his toes just brushing the ground. Then I saw a sliver glint from under his shirt. I dropped him to the ground, "Go unlock my door, I'm taking some of your clothes." He raced out so I grabbed a random tee shirt from the floor and a pair of boxers from his drawer. He came back and handed me some underwear. He turned around so I could get dressed, then when he turned to face me again, I slapped him so hard an angry red hand print was left on his cheek. From the living room I heard a quiet 'damn' in the complete silence. I marched out of the room only stopping to rip the door off its hinges. Bruce was at the end of the hall, but just turned around and sipped his coffee. "Gee, I thought that Bruce had a bad temper," Clint muttered to Sam who just poured himself orange juice. I sat on a stool and jumped when something cold touched my forehead. "Oh, little girl you have a fever, come along. Pepper please tell Pietro he's going to school alone today," Bucky said with his metal hand on my head. I opened my mouth to protest, but he just hushed me. He scooped me up and took me down the hall to his room, "Stevie, scoot over." He nudged the large blonde who grumbled, but moved. I was dropped onto the bed and soon sandwiched between the two men who curled around me.
"So it turns out I am actually sick," I said wrapped up in my favorite blanket on ChatTime on my StarkPad with Jake. He snorted at me, "No shit. You don't look so hot." I grinned at my screen, "Gee you really know how to make a girl feel special." He chuckled at my sarcasm, "So Chris has been looking for you..." I had been fiddling with my phone, but froze when I heard this, "Sorry I'm a little feverish, repeat cause I think I heard you wrong." He stuck his tongue at me then suddenly leaned out of the frame. Then Naya popped her head in with a big smile, "Hey honey bunches!" I squealed before dissolving into coughs, "Hi sugar." Then blond hair showed at the edge of the screen. I practically dove off of my bed in a panic. I scrambled around in my room looking for a cute shirt that was actually mine and makeup. I heard a new voice over the speakers, "Hey Iona, what's up?" I called back holding in a cough, "Nothing much, you know." I heard a little gasp that made me lunge over to see my screen. It was Chris, but he looked awestruck. He covered his face for a second then grinned at me, "Iona, do you live in Stark Tower? Oh my gosh. Does this mean you're an Avenger?" I face palmed when I realized my huge mirror showed my windows, so Chris could see outside. "No, what you are seeing is a thing for the wall.... I don't know the English word for it." He gave me an odd look, "Wait, English isn't your first language?" I shook my head. He looked hesitant, "So, uh, where are you from? I mean I noticed the accent, but I wasn't going to say anything." I panicked so I just made crackling noises and made my screen freeze. "Iona? Iona, you there? Oh man...." and suddenly the call ended. I let out a sigh of relief. "Smooth. Let the kid down easy," a voice from the door said. I jumped with a yelp before seeing Pietro in the doorway. I threw a shoe at him. "Get out!" He dodged the shoe and came closer. He grinned, "Miss me Princess? Miss my dashing good looks and charming ways?" I threw the other shoe at him as he got even closer, "I am a queen. I didn't miss you so get out." He sat on the edge of my bed, "Well, Iona, I missed your company today. Here I am wanting to spend time with you." I turned away flushed in anger, "Stop teasing me, it's cruel." I heard him sigh, "I want to ask you something. And I am not teasing you, I'm completely serious." I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He came around to kneel in front of me, "Your Highness, please look at me." I finally glanced up at him. He stared into my eyes before taking a deep breath, "Your Grace, Queen Iona Laufey of Asgard and all of the nine realms, will you marry me?" I stared at him for a minute, "Uh, what?" He opened the box to reveal a gold viking knot ring. He grinned, "Your uncle said you would like it." I touched his hand, "Are we not a bit too young?" He held my hand, "I don't care, I love you and I should have seen it before. Your family give their blessings." "May I have a moment alone to think?" He gave a nod and went to stand in the hall. I thought over the time I had known him for, my crown, and how far I had come in understanding human emotion and custom. it was not just what Naya called a silly crush, I could actually see Pietro by my side on the throne. "Pietro?" I called him back into my room where I now stood apprehensive. He stood in front of me and waited as I coughed. I smiled at him, " I also I feel love for you. I accept your proposal." He gave a whoop sound and picked me up and spun me around. When he finally put me back on my feet he peppered my face with kisses still avoiding my lips. "Okay, you're sick, go rest. Wait first put this on," he said nudging me back to my bed before slipping the ring onto my finger. I laid down getting used to the weight on my finger, "I love you, but my uncle will kill you if he finds you in here alone with me." He kissed me one more time on the forehead before leaving the room. I sighed in content as I slipped off to sleep.
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Little Miss Mischief
Fanfic-ON HIATUS- It's about the Avengers, there are OCs so if you don't like that just don't read it? I started this when I was in 7th grade, so don't judge the beginning too harshly. If you're curious just read it dude.
