just some marvel imagines

the party - pietro maximoff

the sequel to "happy new year" w pietro's sistarrr

i can't keep track of the amount of reads we get anymore omg

(i'm changing it to [y/n] wearing converse instead of heels bc ME)

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The sudden interactiom startled you and you coughed, which was your reaction when something was going to be awkward. You're gonna kill Wanda for leaving you here stranded. You had to force yourself to turn around to face Pietro.

"Hi!" you chirped, flashing a big smile and a small wave. "Your first time celebrating New Years too?"

Pietro chuckled at your nervousness amd nodded solemnly. "Yeah," he replied, speaking loud enough so you could just hear him over the background noises.

"That's fun," you said. "Before all of this I just sat on my bed and ate ice cream." Your hand gestured to the commotion around the two of you.

You pulled your lips into a thin line after realizing how embarrassing that was. Pietro gave you a small smile and nodded. Before all of this he was an experiment...

"That's fun," he chuckled. "I could go for some ice cream."

Before you could stop yourself, all the words came tumbling out of your mouth. "Me too! I actually have a stash in my rooom!" you rambled, then facepalming. "Oh my god why did I tell you that."

"Don't worry about it," Pietro's deep laugh almost killed you. "I have hidden candy stashes around too."

His hand moved under a table and pulled out two twizzlers. This man just got better and better by the second when he handed you one. Without hesitation, you ripped it open and ripped a piece off with your teeth.

"Well, are you going to show me the ice cream stash?"

"Oh, yeah!" you laughed and began to walk to your room with Pietro in tow.

At some point on your adventure, you two ended up holding hands. You don't know how it happened but you weren't complaining. Frankly, Pietro didn't seem to care either.

When you finally got to your room, the door scanned your Avengers ID and slid open. The color scheme of your room was mostly blue, grey, and black with splashes of red in different places. In the very corner, near the headboard of your bed had Pietro's name with a heart, and you scrambled to cover it up.

"So, AHEM," you choked on your words. "This is my, um, room."

Pietro chuckled and sat next to you as you frantically plastered yourself on the wall. He looked around for a moment, before looking back at you. You gave him a weak smile and he reached for your shoulder to try and pry you off the wall.

Nononononono, was the only word your brain could process when your body relaxed at his touch, revealing the letters you tried so desperately to hide.

"Oh," Pietro uttered. He didn't seem embarrassed or bothered, or anything really. It was like it wasn't even there.

To break the awkwardness, you thought of the thing that brought you here in the first place. Ice cream.

"About the ice cream..." You opened the door to your walk in closet and went to the very, very back. At the back was a freezer hidden in the corner, and you opened it to reveal multiple tubs of ice cream.

"Damn," Pietro's voice came from behind you. "That's a lot of ice cream."

"Pick a flavor."

[ AN HOUR LATER ]

"When you said all of them, I thought you were joking!" you mumbled, finished the spoonful of ice cream in your mouth.

The two of you were laying on your bed, eating ice cream, in pajamas, while talking about life. Combined both of you finished 4 tubs and felt sick to your stomachs after finishing the first one. No one from the new year's party had come looking for you.

"This is the party," Pietro replied sluggishly, finishing off his second tub, putting it aside and placing a hand on his stomach. "Not a good idea, but a party."

You both laughed and you finished your tub moments later. Then it turned awkward, like the ice cream was some sort of buffer between your awkwardness. After a few seconds, your eyes landed on Pietro's name etched into your wall, his eyes following yours and his mouth shaping into an "o."

"Remember when I was drunk?" you babbled.

"No?"

"Yeah, I don't either."

"You were drunk?"

"No, when have I ever been drunk?" you scooted over to that part on the wall and attempted to scrub his name off with your sleeve, giving up after a few minutes and slumping against it.

"What a party," you groaned, feeling your stomach make weird noises.

"It's always a party," Pietro began, "with you."

He broke out into a huge smile and you grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Within seconds, a pillow fight had begun. Then... there was a knock at the door.

"What are you guys doing in there?"

It was Wanda.

"Leave them be, they're probably gettin' it on. We all know how they feel about each other."

Theree was Tony.

Your face turned red hot, and Pietro's face was bright red. The awkwardness had grown more awkward by the milisecond. Then the door unlatched and opened.

"What are you guys doing?" Wanda asked with an arched brow.

"Did they hear me?" Tony asked from behind her.

"Tony, of course they heard you," she turned around to snap at him. "Now go away.

"You two have fun," she flashed a smile before leaving.

And the two of you were left with red faces and empty ice cream tubs. What a party, amirite?

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