Pietro X Reader

Chaper 8

I was walking through the streets of New York because, why not? I had to go pick something up for Oliver, he had saw it inside of a record store the other day. I walked by an alley thinking how cliché it would be for someone to be kidnapped because they walked into the alley. I passed it continuing towards the store, once I got inside I searched for the record player and went to the counter to buy it.
"That will be eighty dollars and ninety six cents." A lady with black hair and green blue eyes informs me. I hand her a hundred dollar bill. "Oh, I'll be right back. I need to go get some change for this." She hands me my money back as she goes to the back to get extra money I guess. I put the bill back in my wallet and turn around, looking around the store. I hear footsteps coming back cueing that the woman was finished as I went to face her I saw something metal make contact with my face then everything went black.

I wake up my head pounding wherever I was at it was pitch black. Where am I? Who am I? What happened? Okay just calm down let's be rational. I'm in a kidnappers house, my name is Y/n L/n, and I got hit with something metal trying to buy a record player. Great can't even buy little things without having to worry about being ambushed. "Awake are we?" I hear a familiar voice say through the darkness. Blinding white lights come on and I shut my eyes immediately. "Yeah dumb fuck. What is this a damn febreeze commercial? Where am I?" I blink several times to adjust to the sudden light. "Your father's house." I look up now and realize who was speaking to me. Asher. "My dad is dead. What the hell are you doing here?" I notice he has a bruise on his cheekbone and arm and realize he has been being hit by someone.
"YOUR DAD IS RIGHT HERE!" A muscular man storms into the room furious looking. I suddenly remember the vision I saw the man who had killed my parents and attempted to kill Oliver. All because he wanted me. "You son of a bitch! No, no you killed my dad you're just the fucking psycho who tried to do experiments on me! Well it worked are you happy?!" He smiles wryly at me as he walks over to me and goes to punch me across the face but my hand had broken free from the chain and I caught his wrist and shoved it back at him. Asher caught completely off guard shuddered into the corner. My 'dad' lunged at me and tackled me to the ground, once there punches were being thrown my face. On after another, I kneed my father in the liver and pushed him off of me. My eyes tinged with pain and I knew that my full potential was about to be released. He picked himself up from the floor and looked toward me smiling, "Mark." "What?" I ask edging towards him. "My name is Mark, but dad will do just fine." "Screw you. My dad is dead-" "NO HE IS NOT! I AM YOUR FATHER I CREATED YOU! OLIVER, AND THAT IMBECILE YOU CALLED YOUR FATHER WERE MERE OBSTACLES IN YOUR LIFE! IF YOUR MOTHER," He edged closer towards me as I kept my stance. "WOULD HAVE JUST GIVEN YOU TO ME, SHE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE. WE COULD'VE BEEN A NORMAL FAMILY!" "There is nothing normal about that. Why did you need me anyways?" I turn to the side as he tries punching me in my ribs. "Because you're mine, I made you what you are and with you I can use you to take whatever I desire. Money, fame-" "What makes you even think, that I would consider doing any of that." "You wouldn't have a choice, not after this." "After what?" No later than the words had left my mouth did I feel a searing pain shoot through my upper arm. I looked over to see Asher pulling a needle out of me, I went to lunge at him but before I could do anything everything; once again went black.

"Y/N! STOP! STOP!" I wish that I could. I had attacked every single Avenger, that there was besides Pietro. He was yelling at me now. My body was controlling me, while I screamed on the inside to stop. Whatever, Mark did to me it worked I was doing every single thing he commanded. The Avengers had swooped in when they noticed that being gone for a whole day wasn't normal. They saw me tied up and went to untie me. Exactly Mark's plan, because as soon as they finished I attacked them. Obviously it's a good vantage point considering I had started growing on every single one of them by now. Who could stop an 18 year old girl with super powers and a cute face?
Right now I had Hawk Eye's bow and quiver and was aiming it at his head. Pietro was yelling in my ear to stop. They had managed to take out my fath- Mark, and tied Asher up, waiting for the police. Mark's injection that he had Asher put in me, still had a strong hold on me. Fulfilling his plan without hesitation take anything and everything that was once his desire.
"Y/N PLEASE STOP!!" I tried to stop, okay this is like telling the difference between reality and when you're dreaming right? How do you tell the difference? I racked around in my head, for an answer, I had read it somewhere. You count. In dreams you have extra fingers so if I can force myself to count it will realize this is real and it's wrong. Right? Stop. Stop. Drop the bow and quiver. All sound around me ceased as I tried to focus on this. Yes! I had dropped it and held out my hands. There's a start. I had finally realized that everyone really had become quiet when I pulled my hands out, empty. Pietro tried to slowly edge closer to me. "Y/n?" All I could do was hold my hand out signaling for him to stop where he stands. He obliged. Okay. You can do this. Count. 1. I held up one finger and I continued to be able to do this small single movement. 2. 3. 4. 5. Halfway there. 6. 7. So far so good. 8. 9. Almost... 10. Ten fingers, this is real. Hear me myself?! THIS IS REAL!! I looked up and around at everyone's faces. "I-I'm back. I-I-It's me." I whisper out and fall to the ground. Pietro catches me in an instant, as yet again all my surroundings fade out; and darkness overcomes my vision and I pass out.

I wake up back in my room and look around terrified, Wanda comes in and looks utterly relieved. "Are you okay?" She asks me nicely. As if I hadn't tried to kill them all earlier. "I'm fine, I just I need to be alone." She nods her head and goes out as I get undressed and change into a white tank top and gray sweat pants. I leave my hair down to tired to tie it up. After what seems like hours, I leave my room to go and see how everyone is holding up.
Everyone treats me the same, although Hawk Eye seems a bit nervous around me I can deal with it. It just seems so overwhelming, how they can just treat me the same. Oliver, knows what happens and he chooses to love me anyway. Right now we were all hanging out and talking besides me. I think someone said my name but I chose to ignore it. Oliver's words still racked around in my head.
"Y/n how do you do it? You have never let out a single tear in your life, even now when our parents are dead you still think everything is going to be okay! How do you not feel anything at all?"
Right now, I feel as if everything is coming at me. Everyone continues to talk and I can't help but feel my eyes watering. I know that this time it's not my eyes changing. I sniffle and my eyes start to water more I try to suck it up but I can't. Oliver notices me and his eyes widen, he whispers something into Pepper's ear, her eyes widen and she starts ushering everyone out of the room including herself. The only one who stayed was Oliver, Pietro was about to leave when, "Wait, stay. You guys....are like best friends. She might need your shoulder to lean on." He looked surprised. No one knew why they were being ushered out but as soon as Pietro saw a tear slid down your cheek, his own eyes widened. "What's wrong with her?" Pietro asked. "I don't know, everything? She has never cried in her life. Ever. Not even one single tear."
I start shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. Oliver gets up and pats my back, "I-I-I'm fine. Oli- y-y-you can g-g-go." Oliver nods his head, not really knowing how to react but he obeys and leaves the room. Leaving Pietro and yourself. I bring my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them as I continue to cry. I can't help it, I don't want Pietro's pity, I just want his company. "Y/n, hey look at me." He whispers in my ear. I look up at him slowly and hesitantly. I bite my lip to try and hold back my sobs. "I-I-I'm sorry. I'm weak-I-I shouldn't b-be crying." Pietro shakes his head at me and gently wipes a tear away from my cheek. He leaves his hand on my cheek as I lean into it for support. "No, Y/n. You are the strongest person I know. I've never met someone as brilliant, sweet, kind, rebellious, and beautiful as you. That's why I've been wanting to give you something for a while now." He confesses to me, I stare into his blue eyes my crying starting to calm. I hold onto his wrist. "What?" I ask gently smiling a little.
He leans in and presses his lips to my own. I kiss back to his surprise as I place my hands around his neck my body relaxing. All the pain and betrayal I felt from my real dad, my parents death, all the school fights, Asher, adoption, just everything faded into oblivion as just being here with Pietro was all that mattered in the world to me. My arms laced around his neck as his hands rested on my jawline. He gently pulled away as we both were breathing a bit heavily. He answered my question from earlier finally not that I minded the wait, "My love. Will you be my girlfriend?" I smile giddily and kiss him on the lips pulling back only for a moment. "Yes, of course." He smiles showing his glamorous white teeth and showing off his shining eyes full of passion and happiness as he kissed me once more and I couldn't help but kiss back.