Marvel one-shots (and Preferences)

Quicksilver

It was another regular day in the tower, or the world wasn't really ending today (sort of).

Pietro and most of the team were enjoying the calmest day they had had in months. They had all slept in as much as possible and were chilling in their comfiest clothes or pyjamas. They were only just eating breakfast and it was 2:30 in the afternoon. Not all of them had even emerged from the realm of sleep yet and graced the others with their presence in the land of the living.

"Wade, who are you talking to?" Peter raises his head from his omelette and mumbled through a mouthful of food

"Don't worry cutie it's just the audience"

Peter gives Wade a 'what the f**k' look and goes back to his breakfast. The merc came and went whenever he pleased mostly to microwave his chimichangas and annoy his 'bestie' spiderman (much to the indignation of at least half of the Avengers).

"So repeat that. I don't understand", A very thick Russian accents sounds from the table accentuated more heavily than usual by the recent sleep. Pietro's nose twitches as his messy silver mop fell over his eyes and itched his nose. As much the Sokovian pushed it away and tried combing his hands through it his bedhead could not be tamed today leaving him grumbling with random stray hairs poking his eye and tickling his face.

"Ok, so basically if you-. Good morning Y/N"

"Afternoon Cap'n"

Pietro turns to his girlfriend with a small dorky grin. "Hey, красотка (Krasotka)". Wanda smirked at how the girl's pressence in the room had immediately stolen her twin's attention from whatever train of the thought he'd had before.

"Hello, Ртути (Rtuti)" She leans down and breathes in his ear flirtingly in a low quiet voice barely above a whisper before continuing on past him.

As she continues to the kitchen with her back turned she doesn't see him stiffen up, nor does she notice from the next room the sharp breath he takes. She especially doesn't see him glue his eyes to the table right beside his hand or the subtle growing redness creeping up his neck.

There were not many people who get such a sudden reaction from him even with his quick temper but all it took for her was one little word. One little word and he would come undone for her like he was under her spell.

Wanda observing all of this with great amusement let's an almost evil smirk settle on her lips. Leaning towards him over a completely ignorant captain America she speaks not even bothering to be quiet. "Tell me, brother dearest, on a scale of one hundred and onwards how much do you regret teaching her that" she refers to Y/N's use of speech in their native tongue. The only word Pietro had taught her to say long before they had started dating.

"So much", he whispers in response. "So much", he whispers even quieter than before and runs one of his hands down his face.

The team who had observed this observed this entire exchange in confusion looked between each other before going back to their food. Wanda, however, does not move from having her face right up close to her brothers smirking more as he continues blushing harder. Had she not known differently she would have been quite worried by how dangerously red his face was getting (a nice eye-catching coral pink).

Tony looks up from his food as Wanda backs off back into her chair still trying to maintain eye contact while Pietro was avoiding it as much as possible. " Ummm, is roadrunner ok?"

"Yeah, he sort of looks like he's gonna pass out" Clint finishes for Tony. Both were starting to get very concerned for the young man being completely out of the loop.

After a second Pietro almost trust himself to speak up, as he opens his mouth Y/N exits the kitchen with half a cup of coffee (tea, hot chocolate, etc). Upon entering the room she sees Pietro now slightly sunk down is his seat. To say she was proud of herself was an understatement. A devilish smirk graces her face as makes sure to stop by Pietro just long enough to whisper it in his ear again.

Y/N proudly and confidently strides out of the room as if nothing happened slightly swinging her hips fully aware of Pietro's gaze on her.

Pietro groans loudly as he sinks very low in his chair and completely covers his face which was now almost as red as Black Widow's hair, (nobody had seen her or Dr Banner so far today).
"Блядь! (Blyad!)" It comes out a very high pitched squeak, certainly higher than anybody else thought he was capable of speaking

Wanda's smirk does not disappear if anything it becomes smugger. She wiggles her eyebrows as she responds to her brother in their first language 'well, it is a bit early but none of us are stopping you'.

After a moment of complete silence (all of the Avengers had stopped eating to watch) Pietro removes his hands revealing a tiny trickle of blood from his nose. He wipes it off and bolts up from the table. He leaves as quickly as he possibly can not bothering to clean up.

As the team catches on one by one they start laughing hysterically (except for Steve of course), Wade could barely be heard over them yelling "GET IT QUICKIE" at the top of his lungs.

Neither Pietro or Y/N were seen again until the next morning

Translations:
Krasotka- Babe, beautiful, cutie, etc
Rtuti- Quicksilver
Blyad- Fuck