The Right Side of The Tracks

•Chapter 10•

Pietro was released the next day. Clint was helping him get around, just like Wanda was.

The Sokovian male mostly stayed in his room, trying to comprehend the fact that Adrian was alive. Alive, but didn't want anything to do with him.

And Clint tried hard, he tried to make Pietro forget, but Pietro wasn't having it. Hell, Clint had even bought the brownies that were made in a cup, the ones that Pietro fucking loved, but Pietro just declined.

"Baby, are you sure you're okay?" Clint had asked the same day Pietro had been let out of the hospital.

"I'm fine, Clint, really. Just...confused, that's all," Pietro answered, before shutting himself up in his and Clint's shared room.

•••

"Piet, dinner is ready," Wanda said calmly, leaning against the doorframe. She looked over at her brother, who was laying in his bed, a blanket loosely thrown over him. He looked up at her, his blank eyes meeting hers.

"What are we having?" he asked softly.

"Pizza. Tony's treat."

Pietro sighed, but stood up and said, "alright, I'm coming."

Wanda smiled sadly and linked their arms together, before leading her brother to the elevator, where they both joined the others in the main living space.

"Nice to see you, Pietro," Bruce greeted, waving at the silver haired male. Pietro awkwardly waved back, sitting beside Wanda on the couch.

"Want some pizza?" Tony asked, handing him a slice. Pietro took it, but nibbled on it.

Titanic was playing on the tv, and Thor was really getting into it.

Meanwhile, Clint was being annoying and shouting out diving numbers.

"That guy was a solid eight!" he announced. Pietro rolled his eyes, but chuckled quietly.

"Barton, please shut your mouth. You're disrespecting the dead," Steve said, glaring at the archer, who was sprawled out on the carpet.

"And?".

"Clint, just be quiet and watch the damn movie," Tony said, shutting Clint up.

When the credits rolled, Pietro yawned.

"That was boring. Couldn't death be more exciting?" he asked, turning towards Wanda.

"What do you have in mind? The black plague?" Bruce joked, causing the group to laugh.

"Definitely."

The group laughed again, and Wanda slapped him playfully.

"The plague isn't a joke," she warned. Pietro just smiled.

"But just admit it, it would be a cool way to die." Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say, Pietro, whatever you say."

•••

About half an hour later, Clint and Pietro went to their room.

"So, did you like the movie?" Clint asked, as Pietro sat on the bed.

"Yeah. It was interesting and sad," Pietro answered, secretly thinking, Adrian would've made fun of it too.

"That's how it is, babe. Better get used to it, because with Steve around, we'll be watching it a lot." Clint chuckled and sat down on the bed, pulling Pietro on his lap. The younger leaned against Clint's chest, as Clint pressed innocent kisses to the back of Pietro's neck mindlessly.

"Mm, Clint..." Pietro whispered, turning around to straddle Clint and kiss him on the lips. Clint immediately returned the favor, his hands holding Pietro's hips in place.

"I love you so much, Pietro. I might not say it often, but you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Clint explained, bumping his nose with Pietro's.

"You're so amazing, Clint. I love you too, you big dork!" Pietro kissed Clint again, but this time, he pressed himself against Clint's chest.

After a few minutes of kissing, Pietro got tired and rolled over, falling on the bed. Clint grabbed his waist and laid down too, pulling the Sokovian close to him.

A few minutes later, the two fell asleep, dreams on their way.

Or nightmares, in Pietro's case.