Avengers 7 Minutes in Heaven & Imagines

Toy Running Shoe

Sad warning 

Y/n POV
"Y/n you're up," Tony calls. 

"You know I think I'm gonna pass," I chuckle. I then feel everyone's eyes on me. "Ok, ok," I walk up to Tony and reach my hand in the bag. I pull out "A toy running shoe?" I ask curious to see who this one is gonna be. 

"Flash you're up," Tony states pointing at Pietro. I walk over to the closet and Pietro is already standing inside. 

"Excited are we?" I ask with a chuckle. He shrugs. As soon as the door closes I'm pinned to the wall by Pietro. I smirk up at the boy. His lips then meet mine, the kiss soft and sweet. In only moments, it becomes heated. My hands reach up and entangle themselves in his silver hair. He places his hands firmly on my hips. He presses his body flush against mine. He suddenly jerks away, his hand on his head. "Pietro?" I ask cautiously. His breathing becomes laboured. I place my hands one both sides of his face, causing him to look at me. His eyes are glassy. "You had another flashback didn't you?" I ask. He nods before turning away from me. He sits down, his back pressed against the wall. I sit cross legged in front of him. "I'm sorry," I apologize. 

"It's not your fault y/n," He tries to reassure me, but I know it isn't true. 

"No it is, everytime we get close this happens," I argue. "I know I shouldn't have done what I did, but I couldn't just let you die," 

He grabs my hands. "You brought me back, I may not remember everything from that day or the years before, but I know that you're the reason I'm still here. And I'm forever in your debt," He whisper the last part whilst kissing my hands. He lets go of my hands and pulls me into a hug. I feel him sigh in comfort. I kiss the side of his head. 

"Whenever this happens talk to me, I can help help and I'm always here," I whisper. I feel him nods. We pull away from the hug and he presses his lips to mine, soft and sweet. We pull apart just as Tony opens the door. 

"God you guys are boring," He grumbles. We chuckle before getting up and plopping back down on the couch, hands intertwined. His thumb rubs the back of my hand. He's everything I want and more, I just wish he remembered our past. He smiles over at me. I return it. He's the boy of my dreams.

My other hand fiddles with the engagement ring in my pocket, I wish he remembered.