When it came to Your relationship with Pietro, it was mediocre at best. Due to Pietro's impulsive, cheeky, and arrogant nature, he had a tendency to rub Y/n's the wrong way from time to time. For the sake of peaceful living in the New Avengers Facility and ensuring successful teamwork on future missions, Y/n did her best to try and get along with Pietro. Recently, Y/n found that task to be quite a challenge when Pietro decided to start taking your belongings without asking.
At first, it was minor things.
You hummed a random tune to herself as she walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed a chocolate pudding cup before she shut the door closed and set her snack on the kitchen counter to grab a spoon. When she felt a rush of air blow past her, she realized someone else had gotten to her snack first.
"Pietro, what do you think you're doing?!" You angrily marched over to Pietro who was casually lying back on a couch, his legs hanging off the edge.
"Having a snack?" Pietro sat up on the couch, removing the lid off the pudding cup before he licked it off.
"Uh, no, you're not. Correction, you're having my snack. That was MY pudding cup in the fridge that YOU stole, Pietro!" You said, jabbing a finger at him.
"There are more pudding cups in the fridge, are there not?" Pietro said, shoving a spoonful of pudding in his mouth.
"That's not the point! I specifically told you yesterday that those chocolate pudding cups in the fridge are mine. You can't just go around eating people's shit that they paid for with their own money." You sighed in frustration.
"Did you really have to word it that way? That's just crude, Y/n." Pietro's face contorted in disgust.
"Don't change the subject, Pietro. I ask for so little around here! You could at least have the decency to ask first or apologize."
"All right, all right. I apologize for not asking first. Are you satisfied?"
"No, but it's a start."
"If it makes you feel any better, I think I have a solution that will make us both satisfied."
You raised an eyebrow in suspicion when she saw a mischievous glint in Pietro's eyes. She was almost too afraid to ask, but she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"And what's that?" You inquired with a hint of caution.
"Well..." Pietro trailed off, his lips curving upward into a smirk. "Since you like pudding so much, I could always try pudding my di—
"Pietro, I swear to God, if you don't cut it out, I will cut it off."
"...Duly noted."
Other times, it was essential things that Pietro took.
You carefully maneuvered her way up a set of stairs as she carried a large basket of her laundry, fresh from the dryer. By the time she reached the top of the stairs, she managed to drop a pair of your (f/c) underwear off on the floor.
"Great..." You grunted before she carefully knelt down to pick her panties up. When she saw a flash of silver and blue pass her vision, she realized she was a few seconds too slow.
"What do we have here?" Pietro said, dangling her panties in front of her. "I never pegged you for a woman into wearing this kind of underwear."
