Avengers Imagines

Please Believe Me- Pietro Maximoff

(Female Reader)

You stood above the main floor of the party feeling utterly confident. A strapless, floor length maroon gown hugged your body, a glass of champagne in your hand, and thin black heels lifting your height. The balcony landing you were on gave you a perfect vantage point to scope out your, "targets," so to speak. Your boss didn't want them dead, just observed and you seemed like the best person to slip undercover at a fancy Avengers party. Or was it a gala? Honestly, you were just paying attention to the subjects at hand and the fact that there was free alcohol.

You took the last sip of you champagne before descending the stairs into the life of the party. The click of your heels on the marble staircase was almost lost in the buzz of conversation, but your impromptu entrance was still noticed by some. One in particular had piercing blue eyes and you certainly took notice. You reached the bottom step, meeting those blue eyes with your own before flirtatiously looking away. You swayed over to the bar before seeing the broad shouldered, blue eyed man making his way over to you out of the corner of your eye. Smiling subtly to yourself, you leaned against the bar.

"So, what brings you to a party like this princessa?" he asked coolly. You looked over nonchalantly to see none other than Pietro Maximoff eyeing you not so subtly. Your cover for the mission was fresh in your mind, and you replied naturally without hesitation.

"My company works hand and hand with Tony Stark on some of his projects worldwide. Have to keep up appearances, but it's not my favorite part of the job."

"And why's that?" he asked in that smooth accent of his, his eyes now staying at yours.

"Well, parties like this..." you took a glance around, "not really my thing. I much prefer something more.. intimate," you quietly chimed, noticing you two had inched closer to each other in the very short conversation, and you were able to notice the faint details of his face; the dark stubble dusting his chin, the light and dark blue streaks in his eyes, his sculpted jaw and cheekbones. From your intel, you had a vague sense of who he was but his personality was more mysterious than say Tony Stark or Steve Rogers and he was much more flirtatious than you knew. "Y/N," you added while gently offering your hand for him to shake. He smirked lightly before taking a different route.

"Pietro," he said before bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a lingering kiss on your knuckles. "So, Y/N, would you like to dance?" he inquired almost out of nowhere, as the conversation with him made the atmosphere around you, including the lively jazz music, blend into a hum. With him still holding your hand, you smiled before agreeing.

You followed his lead before ending up in the center of the floor, his hand on your waist and right hand gripping yours, with your hand on his shoulder. Those captivating eyes were trained on yours again, and you thought this could be fun for a night. It's not like you would see him again after your assignment.

*****

That was almost six months ago. After just one night, you were rethinking a lot. You had already been doubting the people you worked for, the kind of deadly and unethical missions you were doing, but that night had an affect you didn't expect. You did your best to drop off the grid, avoid being found be your previous employer, and surprisingly you were successful. And the last six months with Pietro were almost liberating. You hadn't felt that happy in a long time. And you never told him about the real reason you two met that night, why you were at that party. You never had a reason to. Until now, that is.

Everything was dark and fuzzy until a splash of cold water to the face violently woke you up. Your surroundings were blurry, but dark nonetheless, and due to the water soaking into your clothes, rather cold. Your first instincts were to move, get yourself out of probable danger, but you couldn't move. As your vision began to clear, you looked down to see yourself tied to a chair, and tried to calm your breathing, but in a moment, that was going to prove very difficult.

You looked up, seeing that you were in the office building used by your former employer, but that wasn't the worst of it. Sitting directly across from you with heavier duty restraints, was the last person you wanted to see there; Pietro. He was still unconscious, and you stretched your mind to try and recall how you ended up in this situation.

An eerily intimidating voice then sliced through the air, and you wish it wasn't so familiar, and it was just as Pietro was starting to come to.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," your ex-employer began as he made his way closer to you and you visibly tensed. "It's been quite some time, hasn't it?"

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