marvel x reader one shots

Trouble: Part 1 (Pietro Maximoff)

Pietro X Reader

Warnings: multiple parts, this one's kinda uneventful but I will be publishing the next part straight after so no waiting around promise, poorly edited

A quick A/N if you don't mind.
I'm going to try an focus on finishing the stuff I've already started writing more. However I have not watched the new Spiderman film or finished the Hawkeye series due to my mental health. So please no spoilers.
Furthermore I may not be able to complete any request, I apologise to those who I've promised request too.

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"who's she?" Pietro asked turning to Steve as he watch the (H/C) haired woman across the room swat Tony's hand away from her bowl of crisps without so much as a second glance. Tony sulked his way over to the group.

"Kid, that's (Y/N)" Steve said giving Pietros shoulder a friendly squeeze. Wanda hummed in acknowledgement before Tony commented on the conversation.

"She'll stab you in the back with your own knife" he huffed, nursing the hand that (Y/N) had slapped.

"He's not wrong, she's always got her own agenda" Natasha added. The five of them peered back over to where (Y/N) had been sat only to see her seat empty.

"Ow" Pietro muttered as he turned his head to try and look behind him, the rest of the group following suit.

"They're not wrong" (Y/N) said pulling the knife away from Pietros back and turning him to face her. She handed Natasha her knives back "unfortunately you don't really use knives, luckily Nat sharpens hers well"

"How did you even find this one?" Natasha asked, more to herself than anyone else.

"I love our little chats" (Y/N) seemed to disappear from thin air.

"Does she have abilities too?" Wanda asked.

"No, she's just creepily good at that" Tony answered before making his own way out of the room.

"We don't know a lot about her, she doesn't stick around for long enough" Steve explained as he cast his gaze down to Pietro who was still staring at the spot (Y/N) had been in "don't go looking for trouble kid, not with her you'll regret it"

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Tentivly Pietro pushed the door of what he assumed was a supply closet open. He could be going crazy, the little 'clues' might not have been clues at all. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but he'd spent weeks trying to figure out what it all meant. The small symbols painted somewhere in a room that no one else seemed to notice, the way (Y/N) seemed to choose her words too carefully when talking to people. And now he thought he'd cracked the code, this wild goose chase had to be over right?

The door opened fully and he stepped into the dingy supply closet. He huffed in defeat to see it was just a supply closet. He turned to leave but the door clicked closed. He could just about make out (Y/N) in the darkness.

"I'm impressed, didn't think it'd be you that figured it out" she hummed, pushing past him lifting up an old bucket and placing it on a different shelf.

"Wha-" Pietro was cut short when the floor began to shift, next thing he knew the pair of them had been lowered into a different room. An office of sorts.

Old files and pictures littered the walls, seemingly unorganised. A few chairs were placed about, old mugs and plates. In the center of the room was a desk and a chair. Multiple computers and electronics lay over the desk. There were no windows here, only artificial light and all the wall space was covered.