Avengers Imagines

I Keep Getting Lost in Your Eyes- Pietro Maximoff

(Female Reader)

Having new, biologically enhanced, people on the team was...interesting. No one was denying that having new recruits on the Avengers was great, but when a certain enhanced Sokovian hit on you every five minutes only to fluster you, there was a very clear downside. And the last thing you wanted after a particularly difficult mission was to be bombarded by meaningless flirting. Flirting that distracted you during that mission, leading to a bullet grazing your arm. 

As the team filed back into the facility, you were all about to collapse from exhaustion. You in particular, since your arm was still bleeding. You walked toward the lab as everyone dispersed, searching for Bruce who hadn't accompanied you on the mission. Luckily he was still working, despite the lateness of the hour, and he was startled when you called out to him.

"Hey Doc, you mind stitching me up? I got a little banged up on the mission," you said, gesturing to your arm as you dragged your feet into the lab. 

"Yeah, no problem, take a seat. And you know I'm not that kind of doctor, right?" Bruce added, grabbing a needle as you sat in one of the lab stools. "And how'd this happen exactly? You're not usually the one to get hurt."

"You're as close as we're probably gonna get..And yeah, this was courtesy of 'Quicksilver'... I got distracted and..tadaa bullet wound," you sucked in a sharp breath when he dabbed your arm with alcohol. 

"Maximoff's still pining after you, huh?" Bruce chuckled, threading the needle to stitch you up, earning a scoff from you.

"He's not pining he just...he knows it gets to me. He's an ass, bottom line," you grumbled, but your face dropped when you heard a voice behind you.

"Now, now, Princessa...You'll hurt my feelings." You turned to see Pietro leaning against the door frame with what could only be described as his signature smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes, looking back to Bruce who was wearing a smirk of his own. 

"Pietro, I have some work to finish up and need to talk to Tony so would you mind, closing Y/N's wound?" Bruce said genuinely, and your widened eyes were paired with a blush on your cheeks. You were grateful that your back was to Pietro because he would never let you hear the end of it.

"I would be happy to," Pietro grinned and Bruce stood while the Maximoff boy walked over to you. 

"Thank you very much," Bruce handed Pietro the needle, "I will, leave you two to it." 

"Bruce...! Bruce!" you whisper yelled at him, but he was already walking out the door and Pietro was already smirking in front of you. "Do you even know what you're doing?"

"Of course. I have a great many hidden skills I'd love to show you," he winked and you rolled your eyes again. 

"Alright, if you're gonna do that, I'm going to find Natasha." You started to get up, but his catch on your arm caused you to not only sit back down...but feel electricity on your skin where his touch lingered. 

"Okay, okay, my apologies. I assure you, you're in good hands..Hands capable of many things, I might add. You know, it's a shame this cut isn't somewhere else like your leg, or chest..." he said with an almost suggestive raise of an eyebrow, which caused you to look at him with an 'are you freaking kidding me?' look. He only laughed at your response. "Hold still," he said lightly, holding your arm. You begrudgingly obeyed, but then he stitched you up completely in the blink of an eye. 

"Superhuman speed works on everything, huh?" you asked, looking down at his surprisingly well done handiwork. 

"Not everything, sweetheart," he winked again, and you'd had enough. 

You stood abruptly, allowing some surprise to show on his face. "What the hell is the matter with you? Are you at all capable of being professional?"

"I'm sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes," Pietro grinned, and you don't know what came over you. 

"Are you kidding me?!" You saw yourself grabbing his shirt and slamming his back against the nearest wall, inches away from his face. "Listen here you Grade A pain in my ass; I've done my best to put up with your meaningless and frankly demeaning flirting since you got here, but I can't take it anymore! You are by far the most infuriating and smart ass-ish person I've ever met, so believe me when I say the next time you throw me an empty flirt my way, I will not hesitate to sucker punch you in the gut." You let go of his shirt after your outburst with dramatic effect, and let out a short sigh. 

"You know, you being all spontaneous and feisty is tempting me to kiss you," his gaze flashed to your lips and you shook your head. Apparently there was no way to shut him up...Unless...

"Is that so?" you asked, trying to calm your demeanor. 

"Of course...I have been wanting to kiss you for a while n-" Your method to shut him up was successful when your lips connected with his. He was surprised at first, almost frozen with shock, but you felt his hands on your waist in no time. When you pulled away, there was still shock evident in his eyes. 

"So, are you done?" you wondered, though part of you wanted to keep kissing him, I mean come on...look at him, who wouldn't?

"Not even close," he said, grabbing your hips again, pulling your lips to his like a magnet. He turned so your back was now against the wall, and your hands went to his shoulders.

"Finally!" A voice tore you two apart, and your attention was turned to Natasha, standing in the doorway with a knowing smile. 

"How long have you been standing there?" you asked, running a thumb over your bottom lip.

"Long enough," she chuckled, walking back into the hallway. "Don't stop on my account! Rogers! You owe me twenty bucks!" you heard Natasha yell down the hallway, causing both you and Pietro to chuckle. 

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