The Big Book of Imagines

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

This is the second time I've done an imagine on Pietro, but the first one I thought didn't fully post, but it actually did (Why Wattpad?).

This is a submission for BBuchananBarnes 's "contest"
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"(Y/N)..."

"No."

"But why...."

"Cause I'm busy."

"Please...."

You huffed in annoyance and sat up from your seat. "Fine."

Pietro grinned and grabbed your hand and sped outside to the track. He was standing at the starting line and lightly bouncing with a happy grin on his face.

"Why are you so happy about this?" You asked, laughing at his childish actions.

"I'm just happy to be with you, Princezná." Pietro replied, his beautiful accent making your face tint a light shade of red.

"Just be ready to loose, oh 'Speedster'."

He looked in your direction and smirked, "Your on."

After counting down, you two sped around the track at unimaginable speeds. It was a tough race, with both of you having super speed on your side. The track was a blur of blue, silver, and (F/C), mixing together to make a beautiful color scheme.

At the final 'lap', both of you sped up as fast as possible. Looking to the left at Pietro, you crossed the finish line together. After stopping, you two took a break. You sat on a bench while drinking water, and Pietro doubled down, putting his hands on his knees and breathing heavily. His hair was tousled in different places, and slightly damp from sweat.

"I... Won... That race." Pietro said in between breaths.

"Nope. I did." You replied, barely breaking a sweat.

"Princezná, I hate to argue, but your wrong." He smirked.

Getting up, you walked over to him and looked up. "I. Won."

"No. You. Didn't."

"Did too."

"Did not!"

You two began one of your 'childish rants'. It consisted of bickering, apologies, hugging, and jokes. It usually lasted a while.

A few yards away, sat Bucky and Steve watching the two of you bicker.

"Should we do something?" Steve asked, taking a hesitant step forward.

"Nah, let 'em argue. They usually make up afterwards." Bucky replied, and put a hand on Steve's shoulder. They walked away and into the training room.

You and Pietro on the other hand, were full on yelling at each other. With only a foot of space, you became a little hot from body space.

"I had speed before you, so therefore I am faster!"

"Pietro, that doesn't matter! You're just mad because a girl beat you at something you're good at!"

He took a step closer, so then you were almost touching. "You are  just covering up the fact that you are mad you lost to me again!" Another step. You two were body to body.

"You... You.." You couldn't think of a comeback. Partially because you two were body to body and sweating furiously. It was silent.

Pietro put a sweaty hand on your cheek and began to lean in. You closed the space and pressed your lips to his in a passionate embrace.

⋆Time skip⋆

As you walked out of your room, a blur of silver and blue almost made you fall backwards. "Pietro!"

He stopped and ran to you. "Princezná, are you okay?"

"No! You almost knocked me down!"

"Oh, I am sorry (Y/N)."

You huffed. "You don't have to use your speed everywhere you go, you know."

"I know, (Y/N)."

Another childish rant. But this time it was you that was ranting the most. You rambled on and on, oblivious to the fact Pietro had already grabbed something to drink and was watching you, drink in hand.

When you had finished ranting, you looked at Pietro to see if he was listening. You made a noise of confusion. Pietro looked up, and laughed.

"What? I got a drink. You were going on and on..."

"What? No I wasn't!"

And the rant began. But before you could utter 3 words, he placed his cup down and began to walk towards you.

"(Y/N).... (Y/N)..." He said. You didn't reply, but just continued your rant.

Pietro rolled his eyes and grabbed your arms, which made you abruptly stop mid speech. He quickly put his lips on yours to stop you from talking. Both of your lips moved in-sync as Pietro dropped your hands and moved them to your hips. You immediately moved yours to his silky hair and pulling slightly. He made a throaty groan and moved his hands up and down your hips, turning you on a little.

You pulled away for a breath. You and Pietro stood in the hallway together trying to catch your breath. After that was possible, you two stared at each other in silence, thinking about what had just occurred and who should bring it up first.

"So...." Pietro began.

"I'm guessing we're doing this now?" You asked, arching an eyebrow.

"If you want to." He replied. More silence filled the hallway.

"So you saying 'if you want to', that means you want to?"

".... Yes."

"So... If I was to ask if you'd want to be my boyfriend... Would... You?"

He cheekily grinned. "Of course, Princezná."

You smiled back at him and stared into his dark irises. He did the same thing, and began to lean in. Your lips met in an electrifying kiss that felt different than the others before. Your eyes widened as you felt the spark of electricity. Pietro tangled one hand through your hair and the other was on your hip like before. You rested your hands on his shoulders this time.

You were going to pull away, but an 'oh my god' made you gasp and pull away quickly. To your left, was Bucky and Steve standing in the middle of the hallway, with Steve's jaw dropped, and Bucky smirking next to his lifelong friend. Pietro looked at you with a face of confusion, until he saw what you were looking at.

"You-You-You didn't see anything." Pietro said, grabbed your hand, and speed away. You ran along with him, with your laughter fading away into the distance.

Bucky turned to Steve, his smirk still plastered on his face. "You owe me."

Steve sighed and pulled out a fifty from his back pocket and handed it to Bucky.

"Thank you." Bucky said cockily. Steve chuckled to himself and walked with Bucky to the kitchen, waiting to tell the team the news.
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I love Pietro now.

He's NOT DEAD!

LET ME BE HAPPY

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