And Then I Wrote Marvel

Prompts 4 and 37

"For some reason, I'm attracted to you."
"Looks like somebody's all hot and bothered."
Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Thanks to hamiltrash116 for requesting!

"WHAT IN THE HECK IS GOING ON?" you shouted as Wanda's red light pushed you into a room, shutting and locking the door behind you.

"CONFESS!" she yelled back at you through the door. "I AM SO SICK OF BOTH OF YOU!"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

"Probably me," an irked voice piped up from behind you.

"Gah!" you gasped, turning around to see Pietro leaning against the wall, looking at you with some sort of deadpan/glare combo. Your eyes widened and you turned back to the door, frantically pounding it. "WANDA! NO! YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY BELIEVE THAT THIS IS A GOOD IDEA!"

"I DON'T, BUT IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO RETRIEVE MY SANITY!"

"WANDA MAXIMOFF, YOU LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW!"

"Well, it sure looks like somebody's all hot and bothered," Pietro teased you, sauntering up next to you.

"Don't flatter yourself," you spat, your face growing hotter by the second.

"Oh, no, not like that! I just meant that you do not seem very happy to be here," he clarified.

"Look at that, P, you're actually right about something for once."

"There's no need to be hostile anymore, (Y/N). You heard my sister-we're not getting out of here until we confess," he pointed out.

"Confess what?" you questioned, playing dumb. You had pride that you were not willing to let go of, even if it meant never leaving this room. Nothing was going to make you confess your crush on Pietro.

The relationship between the two of you had started out as friendly, but once you developed a crush on him, it seemed the only interactions that you could foster anymore were hateful and just plain mean-not just from you, but on his part, too. As badly as you wanted to admit your feelings and just be nice again, your reputation and fear of rejection wouldn't let you give in.

"If that's how it's going to be, then I'll go first," Pietro offered.

"I don't even know what you're talking about," you lied.

"I like you a lot, (Y/N)," he said, ignoring your failed attempts at deceit. "I'd like it even more, I think, if we could drop the act that we hate each other and maybe, I don't know, go and see a movie instead."

"Ah," was all you could say in response, your eyebrows raised in surprise.

"You see how this works, yes? Now, it's your turn."

"My-my turn?"

"I don't want to be in here any longer than I must. You don't have to agree to anything, just say the magic words, and my crazy witch of a sister will let us go free!" he promised.

"There's nothing to confess," you insisted.

"I kinda have to pee, if that compels you any."

You sighed, burying your face in your hands. The butterflies in your stomach felt more like hot knives. "Fine!" you exclaimed. "Fine. For some reason that I can't figure out for the life of me, I'm attracted to you. And yeah, fine, a movie date sounds great."

"Yay!" Pietro celebrated, clapping his hands together. "Wanda, can we leave now?"

"KISS!" she shouted through the door.

Both of your mouths dropped open, and you exchanged horrified expressions with one another before yelling back, "WANDA!"