One-shots/Short Stories

Pietro Maximoff

Dedicated to Athena_Jane1234 who wanted a happy story for once.

"Bet you didn't see that one coming."
"What? You didn't see that coming?" Pietro smirked down at Clint, having shoved him to the ground using his speed.
   Suddenly Pietro was on the ground on his back, looking up at a girl around his age. She had psionic energy around her hands like his sister, except it was blue. She smiled down at him cheekily. "What? You didn't see that coming?" she mocked him. Pietro gave her a smirk, using his speed to the advantage and made her fall to the ground, his form on top of her. She stared up at him in surprise.
   "Bet you didn't see that coming." he whispered to her. He then placed a flirtatious kiss to her cheek. "Until next time, mishka." He was gone in a blink of an eye.

***

"Ah, yes, it's funny Mister Stark." Pietro walked towards the Avengers, standing beside Ultron. "It's what, comfortable? Like old times?" Pietro glanced down at the missiles.
   "This was never my life." Tony told them gravely.
   "You two can still walk away from this. . ." Steve started to say.
   "Oh, we will." Wanda said with a small pout.
   "I know you've suffered. . ."
   "Ugh, Captain America." Ultron intervened with a fake gag. "God's righteous hero. Pretending to live a world without war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but -"
   "You talk a lot, you know that?" The girl from Sokovia stepped out from behind Steve, revealing herself. Pietro couldn't help but give her a smirk when they connected eyes.
   "Ah, I never saw a file on you." Ultron smirked. "Interesting. . ."
   "Don't harm her." Pietro found himself saying out loud. They all turned to him. He quickly made up a lie. "She's mine to handle."
   "Yeah, over my dead body." Steve snapped, standing in front of her protectively. She rolled her eyes at Steve and raised an eyebrow at Pietro, spotting his lie.
   "What's the vibranium for?" Tony asked in an attempt to steer the conversation away from the girl. Pietro went to listen to Ultron's response, only to hear a voice in his head that did not belong to his sister.
   "Why did you say that?" Pietro heard the girl's voice in his head. He connected eyes with her and saw her looking at him curiously. "I know you were lying about harming me. It was clearly on your face. So why did you tell Ultron not to harm me?"
   When she had finished speaking, he realised that everyone was fighting with one another. Surprisingly no one went to harm the girl or him during their conversation. Spotting a man from the guy who owned the vibranium creep up to the girl, Pietro used his speed to go behind her and knock the person out. He turned back to her surprised form. "The reason why I said that was because. . ." he hesitated on telling her the truth. Should he? They only met that one time though. . .
   "Because I don't want you getting hurt, as crazy as that sounds." Pietro eventually told her. He then noticed Steve and Thor and took that chance to knock them to the ground. "Stay safe while I hit your teammates, da?" he told her.
   "Wait, what -?" But Pietro was gone before she could protest. Before she could even do anything, she felt a pain in her head, followed by blackness. The last thing she heard was someone yelling out, "Wanda, no!"

***

"So. . ." she sat down next to Pietro in the Quinjet. They were on their way to Sokovia to defeat Ultron once and for all. The twins had moved to the good side - thus, giving Pietro time to get to know the girl. Pietro turned to her with a small smirk on his face. "You ready to defeat your previous team member?"
   "Of course." Pietro nodded. "He's going to destroy my hometown and the rest of the human race."
   "Good." she nodded.
   "Listen. . ." Pietro hesitated, turning to give Wanda a look for a moment. Wanda looked away ashamed. "I'm sorry about my sister putting you under -"
   "It's okay." she told him. "It's nothing."
   "It's not nothing." Pietro shook his head. "I had just told you I wouldn't harm you and look what happened afterwards; you were harmed. I wasn't there to protect you."
   "It's okay, Pietro." she told him gently. "You don't have to protect me."
   "But I want to."
   "Why?"
   "I don't know." Pietro admitted. "When I first saw you, I just immediately felt the need to protect you." And that you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
   "I can read minds, Pietro." Pietro turned to the girl shocked and embarrassed. She was blushing, but still held a small smile on her face. "Your thoughts are very loud." she said out loud. A scoff could be heard from Wanda's direction. They turned to her who was rolling her eyes.
   "You have no idea." Wanda murmured, making the girl smile and for Pietro to glare at Wanda.
   "Wanda!" Pietro whined. "Stay out of my business. I'm trying to talk to her, privately."
   "Kind of hard to when you are in a small jet surrounded by people." Clint snickered.
   "Shut up, Dad." the girl rolled her eyes.
   "Dad?" Pietro questioned.
   "Yeah, he's my Dad. My full name is Katalina Marie Barton." the girl -Katalina- told him.
   "And you're flirting with my daughter." Clint added, narrowing his eyes at Pietro. "So watch what you're doing."
   "Sure, sure Old Man." Pietro rolled his eyes. Katalina giggled at the comment while Clint scowled at them and grumbled under his breath.
   "Out of all the guys in the world, my daughter chose to be interested in a guy that knocked me down in Sokovia and his crazy twin that attempted to go into my mind." Clint had grumbled.

***

Pietro and Katalina arrived at the carriers, ready to hop on with them before Tony could blow Sokovia up with them on still. Katalina went to hop on a carrier, only to stop when she saw Pietro staring at something. She followed her gaze and saw her father running to retrieve a boy. But what caught her attention the most was the Quinjet coming their way, firing bullets at them. Knowing what Pietro was going to do, she hopped on his back just in time. Looking through his eyes, she was able to hold up a force field for them, successfully blocking the bullets away from them. Pietro stopped, finding weight on his back. He turned around to see Katalina with her hand held up still, holding the force shield up. Pietro felt an immense amount of relief for Katalina hopping on his back to save him from his recklessness.
   "Katalina. . ." he breathed out, manoeuvring her around so she was now at his front. He fell to his knees in shock and gave her a hug. "Thank you. . ."
   "It's okay." she breathed out a laugh. "Oh my God, I can't believe that worked."
   "Me neither."
   "Guys!" They turned at the sound of Steve heading their way. He finally stopped in front of them. "Are you guys okay?"
   "Fine." Clint said. He nodded to Pietro and Katalina. "They saved my life and the boy's."
   "Are you okay, Dad?" Katalina went to get out of Pietro's arms, only to be held tighter to Pietro. "Pietro?"
   "Don't do that again." Pietro told her. He looked up from staring down at the ground and showed his tear-filled eyes. "You could have died -"
   "But I'm fine -"
   "It made me realise my feelings for you," he told her, cupping her face with his hands, "I thought I wouldn't have had a chance to tell you that. . .I have fallen in love with you. I love you, Katalina Marie Barton."

***

One year later. . .
Pietro walked into the cottage after a long day of work saving the world, dropping his duffle bag beside the door. "I'M HOME AND ALIVE, MISHKA!" Pietro hollered out.
   Katalina walked into the room with a smile in all her glory, wearing a white sundress that fitted her like second skin, showing her giant baby bump.
   Pietro beamed at his heavily pregnant wife and brought her into a passionate kiss. "I am glad you are alive." Katalina hummed. "The others. Are they okay as well?"
   "No one got hurt." Pietro promised. He then turned his attention to her stomach. "And how is my lovely little printeśa?" He placed a hand on her stomach, instantly feeling a kick from his baby. He kneeled on the floor and placed an affectionate kiss to Katalina's stomach. He looked up at his wife through his lashes. "Have you thought of a name for our daughter, mishka?"
   "I actually have!" Katalina grinned, running her hand through his silver hair. "I was thinking. . .Ksenia."
   "Ksenia?" Pietro echoed. He smiled at her stomach, stroking it. "I love it."
   "Ksenia Wanda Maximoff." Katalina said out loud. "Beautiful."
   "Just like you." Pietro winked at her, making her laugh. "Bet you didn't see that coming."

The End

A/N: Ksenia: Kah-sen-ia