Maybe I Don't Have a Reason to Smile

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~~(Y/N) POV~~

"Pietro!" I laughed excitedly as he dragged me back to the palace. I felt the wind brush its fingers through my hair as I ran with him. His fingers entangled into mine and as he ran. Ok, he wasn't running the Quicksilver speed since I couldn't run like that, but he was running quite fast. Eventually, he got tired of me running so slowly that he picked me up and ran at full speed.

I've never felt so sick in my life. Once Pietro had set me down on the floor, I placed my hand over my abdomen and the other hand laid over the chair to support my body.

"Don't you dare do that to me again, Pietro Maximoff!" I scolded, pointing a shaky finger while glaring at him. I felt my stomach lurch and I skidded to the nearest garbage disposal and unleashed the contents of my lunch. Welp, there goes my $20 lunch.

I felt Pietro rush to me and gently pulled my hair back. I shivered as the numbing sensation of his calloused fingers tickled the back of my neck accidentally.

It's not the best moment to be thinking about that right now since I was sick and probably spilling my guts out, but that shiver, man. Made me a bit wobbly in the knees.

Cli... dad came in and automatically rushed to me when he saw me puking. Pushing aside Pietro, my "dad" was there to help me. He wasn't able to take care of me then, but at least he is able to now.

After another five minutes of puking, I slumped onto the floor, wiping my sweaty ass forehead on my arm. Pietro handed me a bottle of water and I gulped it down. I almost forgot he was here.

"Hey, you okay, kid?" Dad grasped my shoulder while on his knees to get to my eye level.

"Yeah, could be better." I rasped out, taking another swig of my water.

"Whatever happened?" Dad stared at me and then at Pietro.

"It was my fault, sir. We were heading back to the palace after lunch and it was taking a lot of time, so I used my enhanced speed and ran straight back here which made her sick." Pietro confessed while fumbling with his fingers.

Dad stared at Pietro and sighed, "It's alright, son. I know you meant well." Dad grunted as he sat down beside me.

"I'll leave you two alone," Pietro whispered quietly as he got up to leave.

"Thanks, Pietro, for taking me out on an adventure today." I smiled weakly, hoping that my eyes tell him all he needs to know. He rewarded me with one of his breathtaking smiles and left.

Dad and I sat in silence for a while so I leaned my head on his shoulders.

"I'm so glad I have you now. So, so glad." He whispered as his voice cracked a bit.

"I'm glad I'm here with you too, dad." I wrapped my arms around him while he played with my hair.

"What can we do to make up for the lost time?" Dad asked aloud.

"I wanna bake cookies with you and then give them to the Avengers for dessert." I closed my eyes to enjoy the small moment we had together.

"That's a brilliant idea." He jumped up in excitement and my head slipped off his shoulder. I groaned since I almost fell asleep.

"Can we do this later?" I whined, resting my head on the back of the counter.

"Oh," He sounded disappointed, "I thought you'd like the idea since you came up with it, but yea, that's fine" He sounded quite sullen.

Opening an eye, I saw him look at his shoes sadly. And then the realization hit me like a brick. I was acting like a brat. He just wanted to spend time with me, the daughter that he lost and found years later. He wanted to make up for the lost time that we never had together. He cared so much about me. It hurt to know that five seconds earlier I just wanted to take a nap and didn't care about spending time with him. While he, on the other hand, was excited to spend time with me. I felt so selfish that I wanted to lament.