Avengers One Shots (Gay Ships)(Request Closed)

Miss Me? (ClintxPietro)

AN: oof more Clint x Pietro?? Also comic to go with it even tho is just a basis sketch, Pietro's hair needs to be altered and amongst other things.

Third Person's POV

Perhaps getting completely wasted at the party wasn't the brightest idea but they all had plenty to drink to. They celebrated their victory over Thanos with several close friends and to the mending of old friendships. If he had to be completely honest with himself, aside from the painful hangover he was happy.

Happy to see his family come together once again as if nothing had ever changed.

As he trudged towards the kitchen in the other room that seemed miles away, he briefly past by a mirror. He groaned softly as he took a proper look at himself, did he really dress himself like that?

He wore a dark (but practically transparent) buttoned down t-shirt, black jeans and was that a fucking choker? He knew one thing for sure, he didn't remember dressing himself.

As he entered the kitchen, his hand reached for the closest box of cereal and a bowl from the cabinets. Five minutes later a quick breakfast was made; he set it down on the counter and fetched himself a cup of coffee whilst he was near the coffee machine.

Then he turned to fetch his bowl, he realised it was gone. He blinked and wondered if he even poured himself cereal in the first place. He glanced upwards and froze when he saw somebody else in the kitchen.

"Who were you trying to impress last night?" The voice was so unfamiliar that for a moment he wasn't sure how to respond.

"What the fuck?" He whispered and ran his hand through his hair, was he still drunk? "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Someone's a little grumpy." They mocked and continued to eat his cereal.

"Why wouldn't I be a little pissed off? You're eating my breakfast and oh I don't fucking know, you died five years ago! How the hell are you here?" He raised his voice but winced as he made his headache worse.

A second later a bottle of aspirin suddenly appeared in his hands and instead of his coffee it was now a glass of water.

"Through the sheer power of belief." They chuckled and leaned against the counter, "I assure you, I am alive and well."

He set down the medicine and walked towards the other person. His hand then grabbed their face and shook their head a little.

"Fuck, you really are here." He muttered and shook his head. "No, this is some sick joke."

"Oh come on! What do I have to do to prove I'm alive?"

"You don't understand!" He cut in and the other paused with shock. "Pietro you died because of me, that guilt never left."

"It wasn't your fault, I chose to blindly run into bullets." Pietro Maximoff tried his best to reassure the other man. "Look, I don't know how I'm alive ja? But what matters is I am, did you miss me?"

"Pietro?" Another voice cut in and they turned their heads towards the door. "Oh my god, it is you."

They dashed towards him and pulled him into a hug. Pietro smiled affectionately and hugged them back eagerly, "It's good to see you too sis."

"How?" Wanda Maximoff whispered as she tried to comprehend what was happening. "We watched you die."

"I'm not sure." The man shrugged, "I woke up at a hotel, then I searched for you all."

She hugged him once again to assure herself that he truly was her brother.

Clint Barton continued to watch as the siblings reunited, and he couldn't help but ask himself why this was happening. Then it him, it must have been due to the use of the infinity stones. He couldn't prove his theory, but it was the best he had.

"You alright?" Pietro asked and waved a little. He forced a smile and nodded.

"Just fine, I-I'm going to go shower and get out of these clothes. I'll catch up with you later." He excused himself and moved past them both.

The younger man frowned a little, his eyes followed the blonde as they left the room before they flickered back towards the medicine that was left behind.

LATER THAT WEEK

"Can we talk?"

He almost flinched at the sudden voice behind him, instead he turned his head and made eye contact with the other.

"Sure." He answered and shifted over. Pietro sat down next to him underneath the tree and remained silent for a short while.

"This garden is relaxing." The younger man mumbled as his back pressed against the tree. "I see why you come out here often."

"What did you want to talk about?" He cut to the point.

"You've been avoiding me, why? Did I do something to upset you?"

He bit his lip as the question registered, he wasn't even sure how to answer it. "N-No..."

"So?"

"It's just...you're back as if nothing happened."

"Do you wish me dead again?" Pietro joked.

His eyes widened, "No! I just, I watched you die quite literally inches away. I was beside your body the whole trip back and I was there at your funeral. Your death was my fault."

"But I'm alive-"

"But you shouldn't have had to die in the first place." He stated, "If I had been smarter, faster...I could have saved myself and everybody else the pain of losing you."

"It was unavoidable." Pietro thought about it, "It was nothing you could have helped."

"We don't know that."

"You're right, we don't but it's all in the past. Five years in the past."

The younger man had a point but he still couldn't help but feel the guilt. He could still see the blood that painted the ground and lifeless glassy eyes staring back at him.

A while past before Pietro decided to clear the air.

"So, were you really trying to impress someone last week?"

He scoffed, "I don't remember dressing myself like that."

"Hm, big scary Clint Barton dressed like a simple prostitute."

He laughed but playfully shoved the younger man. "Fuck you, what I wore wasn't that revealing."

"You did look pretty." Pietro complimented, his voice a little softer. "You never dress like that, it looks nice on you."

Heat rose to his cheeks, he was completely lost for words. "Well you should thank Stark then, he chose what I wore."

The other chuckled, "Yes but you wore them and pulled off the look."

Another beat passed and his eyes wavered over to Pietro, the younger man caught him looking and without a moment's notice their lips were pressed against once another.

"You really want to do this?" He whispered and pulled them closer together anyway.

"Yes." Pietro breathed as they kissed once again. "I gone for five years, I want to catch up on all the things I've missed."

"And that includes kissing me?"

"What else would be on that list?" The younger man smiled, "Let's head inside."