Marvel Imagines

Attacked-Pietro Maximoff

y/f/s- your favourite show
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Imagine- you and Pietro hate each other, but when a bomb goes off and he saves you, things might turn around.

Warning- explosion, mentions of a panic attack
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You were currently drinking coffee in the kitchen on a Sunday morning avoiding everyone.

You were at peace with your coffee and silence until a certain person had to come and ruin that.

"Good morning, принцесса," Pietro said with his signature smirk, running in with his speed and taking the cup out of your hands. (Princess)

"Hey!" You exclaimed, scowling at him.

"Sorry, princessa. Were you drinking this," he said, taking a drink from it.

"Asshole," you muttered, walking into the living area of the floor.

Sitting down on the couch, you were immediately joined by Pietro who sat beside you. You jumped at his sudden appearance.

"Seriously. Would you stop doing that," you scolded him, grabbing the remote.

You turned on the tv to y/f/s, which Pietro groaned at.

"What, do you not like y/f/s?" You asked with a smirk.

"As a matter of fact no. I do not. It is annoying and I don't know how you can enjoy it," he exasperated.

"Well, one, you just have no taste and two, you don't have to be here to watch it," you said, turning your attention back to the tv.

"Are you that desperate to get rid of me дорогой," he said in an attempt to taunt you. (Sweetheart)

"Yes," you said, looking back at him.

"Alright, fine. Be with your horrible show," he said, walking away.

"Not my fault you have terrible taste," you called after him.

"Are you fighting with my brother again," Wanda asked, coming into the room.

"Yes. Very much," you answered her as she sat down next to you.

"You know, you don't have to hide your true feelings from me," she teased.

" I do not like him," You exclaimed.

"Keep telling yourself that," she said with a smile.

"I'm going to my room," you said, getting up and walking away.

You walked back to your room, lying in your bed in attempts to clear your head.

It was sorta working before a knock came from your door. You groaned before calling to the person.

"It's open," you called.

"Hello princessa," Pietro answered.

"No. Anyone but you," you groaned.

"I'm hurt," he placed his hand over his chest.

"Good. You should be," you answered, staring at the celling again.

He walked into my room and sat down on my bed.

"What are you doing here," you asked, sitting up.

"Who else would be here to tease you if I-," he cut himself off as his face became more focused.

"What?" You asked.

"Shhh," he said, getting up from the bed.

You stared ya him with disbelief but stayed quiet. You didn't know what he was so focused on until you heard a slight ticking noise.

"What the-," you whispered.

But before you could comprehend anything, Pietro shouted that it was a bomb and took you off the bed to get you out of the room but the bomb had gone off, trapping the both of you under rubble.

Pietro held you tight in his arms as he took most of the blow. You buried your head into his chest to feel safer.

"Are you alright?" He asked you as soon as everything stopped shifting around.

"I feel like I should be asking you that but yeah, I'm fine," you answered, starting to pull away before the rubble shifted again, making you clutch him tighter.

"It's alright princessa, I got you," Pietro said with sincerity as he held onto you.

The others heard the explosion and cane rushing to the room.

"Oh my god, is anyone in there?" Someone called.

"Yes. Me and Y/n are stuck under the roof," Pietro answered for you.

"We're going to get you out of there, hold on and don't kill each other," someone else said.

You both chuckled. You were internally panicking but wouldn't let Pietro see that because you know he would tease you about it for the rest of eternity.

You could feel your breathing shallow out a bit and speed up, as if going into a panic attack.

Pietro seemed to notice this tho as he held you tighter.

"It's alright. It's alright. We're going to get out of here ok. Just listen to my breathing and my heart beat," he soothed. 

You did as he said and listened to the rhythm of his heart beat and his breathing.

It had calmed you down, not noticing how long it took until the rubble was lifted form above you as Pietro picked you up and carried you out.

He set you down as the others crowded both of them. Pietro has his eyes trained on you as the others asked you about what happened, checking you for injuries.

"I don't really know," you answered.

"I do," Pietro piped up, "I had just walked into her room to pester her and whatnot until I heard a ticking sound, it sounded unusual. Y/n didn't hear it at first as I focused on the sound, trying to figure out what it actually was. Once I did find out, it was too late for me to get us out as the bomb exploded. I made sure Y/n was safe and wasn't harmed," he answered them.

They looked between the two of you as you were crouched on the ground while Pietro watched you with a concerned look.

"We'll leave you two," Steve said as everyone walked out for the room. Or what was left of the room.

"Why?" You whispered.

"Why what?" He asked.

"Why did you save me. You could've left me but you didn't," You explained.

"Because I love you. I have for a while but I didn't know how to act so I always teased you. But I only found that that made you hate me," he confessed to you, crouching down to you.

"You love me?" You questioned.

"Yes, and I know you hate me so, I guess it's worth a shot," he said before kissing you.

It took you a moment to register what was happening but once you did you kissed him back.

You pulled away and looked at him.

"I never hated you. Well, maybe I did at first but it slowly grew as a liking," you said, smiling.

"Well then, I guess it wasn't hopeless," he said before kissing you again.