What If You Were In The Avengers?

The Niece (Pietro x reader)

"What you didnt see that coming?" Pietro said as he spun you round, his arms around your waist, your hands up holding the remote above his head.

"You move faster than the speed of light, how am I supposed to?" You giggled, your breath catching in your throat a little. "And no you can't have the remote, I'm watching Harry Potter." You said as he opened his mouth to speak. He pouted.

A glass shattered in the doorway. Tony waled forward and pulled you roughly away. "Uncle." You greeted with a smirk. Tony shook his head stepping closer to Pietro.

"No." Was all he said before he turned around winking at you before going to pick up the broken glass. You put your finger to your lips and beckoned Peitro outside. When you were away from the prying eyes of your uncle, you flopped down on the grass.

"I don't really know your story?" Pietro said his accent making you shiver in delight. "Care to tell me?" You shrugged.

"If you want to know." You looked out over NY. "My dads brother was sent away at birth due to a disability that didnt exactly make him look the best. My grandparents the charming people they were wanted a poster boy and my dad wasnt it. He met my mom and they had me, he died shortly after with the genetic disease."

You glanced at him but he seemed interested so you continued. "We got a bit desperate for money, and mom stupidly reached out to my grandad, just before he died, and it all went on public I was three at the time. We went into hiding but my mom was killed in accident by the crowds. I was sent to live with Tony at eight, him being the only relative I have left." Pietro's hand slowly twitched towards yours.

"Tony never wanted me to join the Avengers, although Nats been training me since I was a kid. But I love it here, i love him." Pietro nodded with a grin.

"I think you are incredible." He muttered his head getting closer to yours. You tilted your own to match his movements. The whistle of a arrow as it shot past you made you both jump apart. The arrow had flown just inbetween your lips, knocking Pietro slightly.

"No." Clint said firmly from he stood by the door. You giggled, standing up taking Pietro's hand. Clint started walking forward mumbling many things about Pietro under his breath.

"Run." You whispered, before you could blink you were in your room. You let out the breath, and smiled. "Now that's incredible." You said aware his hand was still in your waist. You backed up until you were against the wall.

"May I kiss you?" He asked his eyes flicking between your own and your lips. You nodded breathlessly. He tasted sweet, he was firm and in control but in no way over powering to you. His tounge licked your lips for entrance which you granted. His body was so close against yours you couldn't help but let out a little moan. He grinned, his lips travelled to your neck while his hands steadied you.

"Miss Stark. Your uncles and aunts wish for me to inform you that 'Your bastard little boyfriend had exactly three seconds to get his ass out your room before he is blasted, hit with the frisbee, lightening, several knives and arrows and beaten within an inch of his life.' That's all." Jarvis said.

"Oh." Was all you could form. "Go, quickly." You smirked as the door flung open. You grinned letting the lecture start. You saw him behind their head blowing you a kiss. You winked turning your heavy attention back to your uncles face.