Avengers Imagines

Pietro - Jokes

A/N: I feel like I haven't updated in such a long time I'm sorry
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You walk along the path of the park with Pietro next to you and your adopted dog nearby.

"Glad today's a Saturday?" Pietro asks. "'Cause I definitely am."

"Yeah," you reply quietly, looking up at the clouds. "I just... I wish they could be here, y'know?"

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him as he leads you to a bench.

You let your dog run around the park for a bit, knowing that he's got friends and is probably having the time of his life.

"They're still here, though," Pietro says, pointing to your heart. "They'll always be."

You feel the corners of your mouth lifting up into a small smile, and you lean on Pietro's shoulder. "Guess I just miss them, that's all."

He places a soft kiss on your forehead. "I bet they're really proud of you," he mumbles into your ear, nuzzling his nose into your hair. "You've come so far."

Dealing with the loss of Steve and Tony has been hard for everyone on the team. Ever since their passing, which is almost a month ago, the other avengers walk with slightly slumped shoulders, and communicate with nothing but small sad smiles.

It's not like it's any of their fault. It's nobody's fault.

It's as if they all feel like they could've done something to save them, but they didn't. That's what makes these past couple of days so hard - everyone's blaming themselves for it.

You weren't there when they fought Thanos.

You weren't there when they took their last breaths, either. You hadn't met them in a couple of months, to be exact. And to think that you missed their last moments and the chance to say thank you for everything they've done crushes you from the inside.

The feeling of Pietro's thumb caressing over your cheek as he wipes your tear off snaps you back to reality.

"I'm sorry I can't take the pain away," he whispers.

You flash him a weak smile, signaling that you're fine. "Don't apologize."

"Then... I'm gonna try to make you feel better," he says as he thinks hard. "But you have to answer my questions," he continues with a smirk.

Slightly tilting your head in confusion, you say,"Depends on what the questions are."

"They're not too bad, hopefully."

"Shoot," you say, challenging him.

"Did it hurt?" he asks.

You try not to think about the recent pain you went through, and just ask,"What, when I fell from Heaven?"

He laughs. "Pfft, nope," he scoffs.

"What is it then? Tell me, Smarty Pants."

"When you fell for me," he says, grinning.

You shake your head, a laugh bubbling up inside you. "Nah. Felt amazing."

"Oh, now you're getting smooth, huh?" he questions, raising an eyebrow.

You hit his side playfully, and for the first time since the incident, you feel somewhat happy.

"Did I make you feel better?" he asks, seriously now. "'Cause I gotta know if reading all those romance books have any effect on my people-comforting skills."

"You're adorable."

"I'm not!" he exclaims, covering his face with his hands just after you see a hint of blush creeping up his cheeks. "You are, though. You're as cute as a panda."

"Why a panda?"

"They're scientifically proven to be the cutest animals on earth. Not that I'm saying you're an animal, but you know, you're just as cute," he replies, uncovering his face before he winks terribly.

"You wink with two eyes," you tell him, laughing.

"I tried," he shrugs, unable to wipe he grin on his face.

There was a short pause as you call your dog over and you both watch him wag his tail wildly as he runs to you.

"Can we..." Pietro starts, looking down,"stay like this?"

"Like what?"

"Like this," he motions to you and his surroundings. "Like... happy again. It feels so good to hear your laugh again," he confesses, biting his lip. "I just... I think we've been sad for a little too long. This is a good change."

You nod, clipping your dog on his leash as you and Pietro stand up. "I missed this," you say quietly. "I missed you."

"Me? But I've been here the whole time," he says, confused.

"I don't know." You intertwine your hands together,"Guess I missed your jokes."

"You're just using me for my jokes?" he gasps, putting a hand on his chest dramatically as he fakes a sob before you both burst into laughter.

It feels good to be happy.

"Race you to the tower!" Pietro shouts, before running off.

"That's unfair!"