[the avengers ➼ imagines]

pietro maximoff ≫ bad luck

word count: 1,430
requested by: Scarly224
pairing: pietro maximoff x reader
warnings: some swear words but who even gets offended at those cause if u did we would not get on

"Shit, shit shit." You shouted, clumsily hopping around the room as you attempted to pull your jeans on whilst simultaneously texting Natasha to say that you'd be ready in five minutes.

Your morning was off to a smooth start until you realised your alarm clock had broke, meaning you had slept in and were now late for your lunch with Nat. You were never late. You being late was like an extremely rare case.

"Bloody hell, where are my shoes?" You ran to your bedroom, determined to find your shoes that you had planned to wear with this outfit. You searched high and low but they were no where to be found so you settled for another pair.

Grabbing your handbag you left your room, dashing towards the elevator doors before they closed.

"Hold the door!" You called, only to be met with the slamming of the metal doors as the elevator began its descent. You sighed in defeat. You were already late as it is, there was no point in waiting for the return of the elevator so you headed for the stairs.

You dashed down them, missing two steps at a time to try hurry yourself. Just as you were almost nearing the end of what seemed like a million steps, you lost your footing. Your body tumbled down the half a dozen or so steps like a rag doll.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You cried, reaching your hand up to feel your head, it was wet with blood. Your limbs ached, you felt as if your entire body was broken, if that was even possible. If it weren't for your ability to heal fast than a regular human being then you'd be in a lot more pain. You quickly hauled yourself off the ground, still determined to not have your day ruined.

_______

"Are you okay?" Nat asked, catching sight of your disheveled appearance as you approached your lunch table.

"I'm fine." You assured, hanging your coat and bag over the back of your chair. You slumped into your seat, a sigh escaping your lips.

"Is that blood on your head?" Natasha questioned, pulling your hand away to inspect the cut. Some of the customers looked at you strangely, most likely due to the fact that you looked more like you had just been involved in a car accident before attending lunch.

"I said I'm fine." You raised your voice slightly, annoyed that she wouldn't drop the topic. "Can we just order some food? My day has been really shit so far and I'd really like it if I could just enjoy some nice food." You begged, trying to keep your voice calm.

You both ordered your food and some drinks and now both patiently chatted as you waited for your lunches to arrive. Your eyes lit up as you caught sight of your waiter heading in your direction.

"The burger and fries?" Natasha raised her hand, the waiter handing her the plate of food.

"And the spicy chicken wings for you Ma'am?" You nodded. He began to lower the plate when everything suddenly turned into slow motion. Your eyes watched as the situation slowly unfolded.

A different waiter had been coming past your table with a jug of ice cold water, he tripped over your server, sending the jug of water right over your head.