5. They Ask You Out

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Pietro:

It was a boring Monday morning. You had just finished your coffee and rinsed it out. Pietro had been peeking around the corner, watching you (not in a creepy way). He smiled but then panicked when he saw you coming his way. Pietro was just about to run when you called his name. "Hey Speedy!" You smile kindly. The white haired Sokovian turned around and smiled back. "Oh h-hey Y/N" He waved slowly. You notice something off about him, hes been acting all nervous around you. "Um, are you ok Pietro?" You say, worry hinting in your voice. Pietro focused his eyes back on you and smiled nervously. "Yeah I'm totally fine.." He rubbed the back of his neck. Pietro sighed. "Y/N... Do you wanna go out sometime?" The Sokovian asked nervously. You smile, pulling Pietro into a hug. "Yes I would love to!" You say, happiness stroked your voice. You both smile and walk into the kitchen.

Peter:

You were sitting next to Peter under a tree, smiling at him. He grinned at you, cheeks only slightly red compared to usual. It had been about a year since he had saved everyone from the explosion and joined the team. 

He was humming, staring off into space a bit. He seemed to be quieter than usual, and it was at the point where it concerned you. He sighed and looked over at you, opening his mouth like he was going to say something. But he didn't. He turned away and hummed, cheeks turning redder.

He turned back to you again a bit later. "Hey Y-Y/N?" He asked, looking at his fiddling hands.

"Yeah Pete?" You asked, looking over at him with a gentle smile. Peter gulped and looked into your eyes.

"I, uhh...Well, if you don't mind...Do you wanna go out sometime?" He asked, looking at you with a sheepish smile, and it would be impossible for you to say no. You quickly nodded.

"I'd love to go out with you, Peter!" You said, leaning in and kissing his cheek. He turned bright red and had to look at the ground again.

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