Marvel and DC Imagines

Skinny Love (Pietro Maximoff x Reader) Pt. 2

😁😂I'm so flattered.
I look over at my notifications and it's all blown up about part 2,
Thanks!

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Pietro ran his fingers through his silver hair as swung his legs lazily over his bed.

The night sky was dark, and looking down the streets, it was bare like a horror scene just waiting for its monster.

He ran to Y/N's house in less than a minute, jumping into her window and in her bedroom.

Her eyes shot up, alarmed before realizing that it was Pietro and went back to her book.

"You should really stop doing that." She said, turning a page.

Pietro ignored her comment, "I heard there's this sick party down a couple blocks, wanna go?"

Y/N shook her head. "But I have a test tomorrow, in 3rd—"

"What's a complementary angle?" He asked, quickly.

"Any angle that is 180 degrees." She fired back.

"See, you already know this stuff." Pietro said, rolling his eyes. "Now go pick a dress because you have 4 minutes."

She frowned as he zipped away downstairs.

Her parents were out of town and she did already studied for a hour.

Picking out a body hugging black dress with f/c boots and some mascara, she quickly did her hair before Pietro zipped back in.

"Done?" He asked.

"Just let me out some concealer." She said, not looking away from the mirror.

After a whole lot of arguing if she should bring a jacket, they arrived at the party. It was at a house, littered with passed out bodies, red cups and high heels. The air was filled with marijuana, alcohol and some sweat with a mix of perfume and cologne. Music seemed to echo, so loud he could feel her chest vibrating along with the beat.

Pietro smiled, they walked in as a Justin Bieber song played and a crash was heard in the distance.

'Be right back,' Pietro mouthed before disappearing among the dancing sweaty bodies.

Great. Fabulous. Awesome. Now she was alone.

Walking into the kitchen, smoke hung in the air as she grabbed a red cup, taking a sip of the bitter alcohol. Then draining 2 cups.

A arm sneaked around her waist. The persons breath sending goosebumps down her arms as he whispered in her ear.

"Want to get out of here?"

She turned around to find a guy with brown curls and large dimples smiling down on her. She's seen him around... Chase, she thought.

"No, I'm good." She said, politely, untangling his arm before running away.

Why was she even here? She didn't know. It wasn't exactly her dream scene, with her body crammed with others in a sweaty and loud house.