Avengers Imagines

Don't Say You Love Me- Pietro Maximoff

(Female Reader)

Warnings: Implied smut

You walked briskly through the Avengers compound, hands curled into frustrated fists. Cursing to yourself, you hit the elevator button, and let your hair down from its ponytail. You had spent hours working and perfecting some gadgetry to help Wanda out with her powers, but they were hours wasted, for you got nowhere. The longer time dragged on, the more your fatigue caught up with you. Not to mention your frustration with your work. 

Once you the elevator opened, you leaned against the back wall and let out a sigh. The amount of force you pressed your floor's button with was arguably a tad excessive, but all you wanted was to just go to your room, change out of the clothes that had been burned several times today, and go punch something. 

Sighing again, you rubbed the back of your neck to help the knots that had formed. Then, as the doors were closing, a whoosh of silver squeezed through the doors. And low and behold, Pietro leaned against the adjacent wall, grin plastered on his features. You groaned quietly, rolling your eyes.

"Hello Princessa," Pietro smirked, looking you up and down.

"What do you want?" you snapped, but his reaction was still entertained. 

"Feeling feisty are we?" he asked in a teasing tone. You scoffed, not in the mood for what you knew his endgame was. 

"Long day..." you muttered, still rubbing your neck. "Just want to decompress. Alone, preferably," you added, pushing off from the wall and crossing your arms. 

"Hmm, well," he started, following your movements and standing behind you, "I have a way to blow off steam that has proved very effective in the past..." Pietro said in a low voice, taking it upon himself to rub his thumbs into the back of your neck and shoulders. Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling instant relief in your knotted shoulders. 

"R-Really?" you asked, although you wished it didn't come out like a sigh. You felt his breath hitting the back of your neck, and then goosebumps running down your body. Just the thought of his body pressed that close to yours was enough to make your heart race. 

"And I know it works on you," he said, and despite you being turned away from him, you knew he was smirking. Then a kiss was pressed to your bare shoulder, and you basically came undone. A small moan slipped past your lips, as the elevator doors opened in front of you. 

Suddenly, Pietro was in front of you, walking backwards out of the elevator. "But, you want to be alone so... I guess I won't bother you," his lips half curled into a smirk, knowing he was torturing you. You tried not to seem so eager, but you quickly raced after the speedster. 

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"That was the last time...I'm serious this time," you muttered, pulling on your shirt as you sat on the edge of Pietro's bed. He, on the other hand, was leaning against the headboard with messy hair and his trade mark grin. 

"You said that last week, Princessa," he said as you pulled on your underwear. "And the week before that...And the week before that." 

 "Yeah, well," you sighed, standing to pull on your pants, "I really am serious this time." You glanced at him over your shoulder, seeing that he was pulling on sweats himself. 

"What makes you say that?" he asked before you could reach the door. You turned to face him, trying not to get distracted by the fact that he was still shirtless. "Give me one reason why this is a problem." You raised your brows in surprise, and crossed your arms. 

"One reason? You want one? I can do better than one," you started, shifting your weight to one side. "Maybe because sex without feelings is complicated as hell, not to mention hiding it from the rest of the team, both of us are in harms way all the time, do you want me to go on? I mean, come on Pietro can you really give me one good reason?" You found your voice rising as you spoke, and didn't realize you were this emotional about this. 

"I would like to think I can," he squinted, crossing his arms to mirror your posture. 

"Really? Well I would love to hear it." He was silent, staring at you intently. Pietro was breathing heavier than normal, looking like he wanted to say something, but stayed uncharacteristically quiet. 

Then he shook his head slightly, looking disappointed with himself. "Forget it..." he muttered, turning back toward his bed before you caught his wrist. 

"No, I wanna know," you dropped his wrist, "because friends with benefits situations always end badly. Always. More often than not, the two people involved stop being friends or," you scoffed, "or start a relationship. And I-I don't know about you, but I'm not looking for the latter." You had started pacing a bit yourself, something you often did when you started rambling. 

"If you think this is so terrible, why are we doing it? Was this just a way to scratch an itch? Was I just a way for you to get some easy sex?! Because if that's the reason you're doing this-"

"I thought that was why you were doing this too! Because it was easy and a way to blow off steam, and..no strings attached!" You yelled back, seeing something other than anger spark behind his eyes. 

"It was! At first..Now, I... I don't know, things have changed..." Pietro said, his voice lowering, and your breath hitched in your throat. "Y/N I-"

"Don't...don't say you love me," you said with a crack in your voice. 

"Why not?" Pietro asked, and you'd never seen him more vulnerable. 

You took a deep breath, trying to blink away any tears threatening to form. "Because I won't say it back..."

Pietro let a breath out he seemed to be holding. "I'm sorry I... I do."

You felt like a knife had been driven through your chest. "Don't apologize, Pietro... Please don't apologize..." you wrapped your arms around yourself tighter, not able to stand the tension in the room. Before saying anything else, you turned to his bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, choking back tears as you ran down the hallway. 

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Hello hello I'm doing a part 2 to this one soon, after writing an essay (kill me) but uh yeah this one's kinda cliche but I'm a sucker for friends with benefits turned real feelings stories so yeahhhh anyway, thanks for reading! Comment, vote, and request!