Disappeared- {Pietro Maximoff}

Chapter 7

Pietro wasn't quite sleeping, if he had been then he probably would have been more annoyed when he suddenly found himself being crushed by someone sat on his chest,

"Hello, beautiful." He said, vaguely recognising Alex's face and the knife she was holding in her mouth.

"Hi," it came out slightly garbled, "Do you mind if I put a light on?"

"No." The weight disappeared from his chest and a soft light filled his room. Alex stood next to the switch, hand pressed against her upper ribs. Pietro looked at it, then back to her face which was looking incredibly guilty, "What did you do?"

"Nothing." She shifted her hand and winced, "Okay, I was slightly stabbed."

"Stabbed!"

"Debatable stabbing. Yes, I have a five inch wound in my skin but it's only one and sort of a slice rather than a stab which means I wasn't really stabbed."

Pietro checked the time, it was four in the morning and seeing that only made him feel more tired, "If you die in here, I'm going to get kicked out."

"Oh it's not that bad. I need you to fix me up though."

Pietro narrowed his eyes,  "How bad is it?"

Alex let her hand fall away and Pietro gagged.

"That is not five inches." The ripped fabric of the shirt she was wearing was clinging to her skin thanks to the blood, but Pietro could still see where the knife had torn the fabric— stretching from under her left breast to the right side of her lower ribs.

"Want me to measure it against your dick? It's five inches, I checked after I got away."

"Sit down." Alex did so, teleporting onto the bed and letting out a small cry of pain. Pietro got up and ran to get the first aid kit and a bottle of vodka out of the kitchen and when he got back, Alex had taken her top off so he could see the damage better.

The wound was only light but it was still bleeding. Pietro ran away again to get a dark towel and pressed it against Alex's body. She smiled,

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah," Pietro sighed, "What happened? And have a drink, it'll make it easier."

"Men." Alex took a long drink from the vodka, a good few seconds passing before she finally stopped and offered it to Pietro, who drank some as well.

It had stopped bleeding immediately when Pietro took away the towel, so he discarded it and picked up the alcohol wipes, "Men don't randomly stab people."

"You'd be surprised. And I wasn't stabbed. There were just five men and one of them happened to have a knife."

"Alex."

"Okay. I was just walking down the street— oh man, my pizza! I knew I'd forgotten something."

"A brain, self-preservation, body armour," Pietro muttered, drinking again, "Quite a few things you forget."

"I had a pizza and I saw this woman walking down the street. This guy was following after her, and he was following her because she crossed the road twice and he followed her both times. So I began following him and when I caught up, I sort of grabbed him and told him to get away from her."

"You idiot."

"Well I wasn't about to let her go home feeling unsafe, he might have followed her the whole way home. Anyway, she ran off and I was like 'I'll let you go this time but stay the fuck in line.'. He nodded but err... I hadn't checked my back."

"I'm assuming that's a habit of yours."

"It has become one, yes. So we were stood outside a pub, which I didn't see, and when I told him to go, he went inside. I begin walking back because teleporting messes with mozzarella and these seven guys—"

"You said five guys."

"It will be two guys if I tell Steve, so shut your mouth. These guys caught me off guard and pushed me into an alley. They pinned my arms behind my back and I completely shut down for a second, which was enough time to get sliced before I teleported away."

"You idiot," Pietro reiterated, wrapping a bandage around Alex's chest. She hissed,

"That hurts, you bastard."

"Don't insult the person trying to heal you!"

"It's not my fault you're doing a lousy job."

"Aww, want a kiss to make it better?"

"Please," Alex batted her eyelashes and pursed her lips. Pietro did the same. Alex tilted her head up, leaning slightly closer so Pietro could see a challenging look in her eyes.

They were so close to each other now, neither wanting to back down and move back. Pietro was trapped, stuck trying to look anywhere but Alex's lips.

So he lent in and kissed her.

It was only meant to be light, a casual peck on the lips, something that could be played off but as he began pulling away, he felt Alex's hand, that had previously rested on his waist, rising up to grip the front of his shirt.

Alex kissed him harder, pushing against him and Pietro responded by pushing back, catching Alex's bottom lip between his own. It was chapped and the taste of vodka lingered, yet there was a slow sense of ease washing over Pietro as he and Alex roughly kissed each other.

His lips fell to the upturned corner of her mouth, gently kissing her there once, twice, three times before he couldn't help it and was drawn back to Alex's lips. This time, after they'd kissed for a bit, Alex's teeth tugged at Pietro's lip until he parted them and Alex pushed in again, hand sneaking up his chest to stroke his neck to cup his face and...

And then he felt her wince before pulling away and laughing in the soft way that made Pietro's stomach flip, "It still hurts, you're a lousy doctor."

"But," Pietro's voice was hoarse and he had to take a moment to compose himself, "but not too bad a kisser."

"I've definitely had worse."

Pietro was still half in Alex's lap, hand still entangled in her hair from the way he had desperately held her to stop himself from drowning in the kiss. Alex's hand, previously gentle on his chest was suddenly pressing hard, pushing him off her.

"Sorry," he muttered, crossing to the other side of the room. Alex was looking at the floor, hand now rubbing the bandage wrapped around her.

"Are you—"

"Can you get me some painkillers?" She interrupted, "There's some in my room."

"Yeah, yeah of course."

Pietro ran away.

It took a moment to compose himself, staring into Alex's large mirror and the silent darkness only made the single thought in his mind chime louder.

"What the fuck was that."