Maybe I Don't Have a Reason to Smile

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~~(Y/N) POV~~

My blood felt as if I was a volcano about to explode, but I kept my calm. You know, I don't even know why I cared to search the palace just to find him. Whatever anymore.

I calmed down and took deep breaths.

"(Y/N)?? You OK? You've been staring out into the distance." Pietro raised his eyebrows and stared curiously at me.

"What?" I snapped out of my reverie, planning my great revenge, "Oh! I'm fine. Just thinking." I smiled, trying to show him that I was fine.

It pained me to think that Bucky liked someone else. Wait... pfft! I didn't like Bucky. He was just a friend. I didn't know why it riled me up so much. Like at that moment, I wanted to punch Julia in the face, but I don't want to anymore. Just a friend... only a friend.

If he was happy then I was happy. I'm just still wondering why I was angry at first. Shaking my head, I turned to Pietro once again. But this time, I studied his features. That platinum blonde hair with brown roots. Those piercing blue eyes and that crooked nose. Wow... I never saw him in this light before. I mean Pietro is really hot.

I felt my heart start to pump against my rib cage and I didn't know what was happening. No, I don't like Pietro, but maybe I do, I don't know. Gah. Feelings suck. I pouted a bit.

"Are you okay there?" Pietro asked snapping me out of my thoughts. "You've been staring for quite a while..." He said, droning off with a slight smirk on his face.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." I gave him a nervous smile.

He chuckled and his platinum bangs swayed in front of his eyes. Damn...

"Here's your food." The grumpy waiter returned with the food. Well, that took long.

"Um... thanks." I blinked as he plopped the plate down with force.

Pietro's eyes followed the waiter as he stumbled away, "Bloody shit." He mumbled as he shook his platinum locks.

I snorted as I bit into my food, "Damn, this stuff is good." I shoved a bit more food into my mouth not realizing how much of a pig I looked like. I saw Pietro curl his lip into mock disgust.

"What?" I raised my head up again and Pietro brushed his finger against the corner of my lip. I felt my whole face catch on fire. Not literally of course.

"You had a lot of crumbs there, so I decided to wipe it off." He then proceeded to bite into his rib chops and I just started to relive the moment when his fingers gently brushed my face. His cold hands and the roughness of his skin seemed engraved in my head. I felt a bit of water near the corner of my mouth and immediately wiped it away before Pietro saw. The fuck? Drool? Seriously!

"It's good, right?" I nodded my head as I legit inhaled my food.

"Damn straight!" He said, munching on the rib chop.

"What do you want to do after we pick up after all the stuff?" As I licked my fingers in an unladylike way.

"Oh, relax, sleep, hang out with you." He grinned making my heart melt. How cute!

"That's nice," I smirked a bit while wiping my mouth with a napkin.

I waved the waiter to come and he did so reluctantly. Hmph, no tip for him.

"I want a cup of sliced strawberries." And away he went.

"Strawberries, huh?" Pietro snorted as he shook his locks.