Marvel Smut and Imagines

Get Along (MCU Quicksilver)

"He's not gonna be here today right?" I hiss to Tony. Tony snorts and rolls his eyes.

"So what if he is Y/N? He is a part of this team like it or not," Tony snaps. I groan and roll my eyes.

"Tonnnyyyy. You know I can't fucking stand him!" I whine. Tony stops suddenly and whirls to face me.

"Why can't you stand him? I don't get it!" I huff and begin my rant.

"For starters, he's cocky as all hell-." Tonys brow raising stops me.

"You do know who you're talking to right?" He asks. I groan.

"It's different! Anyways, he's also just really annoying and is always mean to me!" I say. Tony rolls his eyes.

"He's teasing you!"

"No, he's being a prick!" I shoot back.

"Woah! There's my special little girl!" My heart stops at the sound of that voice. Tony elbows me before grinning to Pietro.

"Pietro! What's up!" He says, walking towards him. I clench my teeth and blow air through them. Here we fucking go.

"What's up Y/N?" Pietro exclaims, clapping me the shoulder. I force myself not to flinch and raise my gaze to meet his.

"Hi," I force out. He laughs, ruffling my hair.

"Damn. I see you're in a good mood," he grins.

"Why are you here Pietro?" I snap. He laughs.

"Because Tony invited me of course!"

"Do you have to be so damn cocky?" I grumble. He hits my shoulder.

"Can you be nice for once?" "Bitch," I hear him mumble under his breath. I whirl on him.

"What did you just call me?" I hiss. He grins.

"Bitch-h," he says slowly, like he's talking to a four-year old. My hands clench and I growl.

"God! You're such a bastard!" I shout. Anger appears in his gaze.

"I'm the bastard? You never say anything nice to me! Not once since we've met! That makes you a bitch!" He snaps.

"Stop it you two!" Tony shouts. I jump before facing him. "God. You two really need to learn how to get along. Come with me." He grips both of our arms and starts to drag us down the hall.

"Tony, What the hell are you doing?" I demand. He doesn't answer.

"Hey man, what're you gonna do?" Pietro tries. Tony brings us to a closet. I cast him a confused look as he pulls it open.

"Get in," is all he says. I take a step back.

"W-What?"

"I said get in. You two are gonna be in here until you learn how to get along and stop arguing like five year olds!" With that, he forces us into the closet. We both whirl but he slams the door shut before we can stop him. Both of us slam on the closet, screaming protests and profanities at Tony. "I'm leaving until I hear you two getting along. Bye." With that, I can hear his footsteps start to walk away.

"Tony! Tony!" I shout. Nothing. Great. I turn my back towards Pietro, not wanting to see him. I hear him huff and shift his weight. A few minutes tick by and I sit down on the ground. No words are spoken, the only sounds are our breathing. A few more minutes go by when I hear Pietro groan softly and lean against the wall. I frown. "I'm sorry I'm inconveniencing you so much," I snap. I hear him sigh.

"I didn't even fucking say anything!"

"You're huffing like a toddler over there. You didn't need to for me to get the hint," I shoot back. I hear him groan and hit the wall.