-𝑵𝑶 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑫𝑰𝑬-
Persephone De Luca is a mysterious, knife throwing, future predicting badass who has a certain winter soldier confused and annoyed. Why can't he seem to get through her tough exterior? Also...why can't he beat her during...
"She is lonely most of the time, she is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie. She is gone but she used to be mine" - Sara Bailies
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Third Person PoV ⋆ ☽ ⋆
As Percy snuggled into Bucky's chest with the water dipping around them, she noticed him.
Pietro had sped from the pool, wrapping a towel around his waist and padding inside.
No one seemed to notice this as a strange action. Then, Percy caught Wanda and Natasha exchanging a saddened and awkward glance whilst they watched Pietro go inside. Percy frowned, realising very quickly that something was wrong with her friend and that both Nat and Wanda knew.
Percy eyed a nervous looking Wanda.
Percy moved to jump from the pool to the surprise of the team.
"Percy, don't!" Wanda called warningly but she was determined to figure out what was going on.
Pietro was extremely important to Percy, whether she liked to express that or not. She had, of course, acknowledged his avoidance of her since she'd been taken by Elliot and been injured-he hadn't even visited her once in the hospital. Percy hide her emotions expertly about it-like always. But not spending any time with Pietro or just seeing how he looked at her with this odd sense of frustration and disgust, was hard.
Percy slipped into the compound.
She caught Pietro sneaking back into his own room with a deep crease in his forehead. Before he could close the door, she quickly grabbed one of her mini throwing daggers and threw it at him-obviously not intending to hit him.
Pietro flinched as the knife collided with the door right next to his ear. He stared wide eyed at the knife and then looked at Percy who stood clad in her bathing suit with her arms folded and a firm expression.
He swallowed thickly, trying to keep his eyes from roaming her body as shimmering droplets of water gliding off her skin. He tried not studying her olive skin that perfectly encased her beauty with a caramel glow.
"Why are you avoiding me?" She asked lowly, her face not giving anything away about her feelings.
Pietro knew eventually that she'd realise he'd been avoiding her and he knew that when she did she'd question him until she got an answer.
"I am not" he lied, turning and walking into his bedroom.
Percy jammed the door open with her foot and entered, not waiting for his permission.
