Marvel Oneshots

Pieces of Us (Pietro Maximoff)

You were sprawled on the couch in the common area of Stark Tower, a mountain of pillows surrounding you as you attempted to tackle a particularly daunting puzzle. You loved puzzles—there was something satisfying about piecing together chaos into a complete picture. But this one felt different. The pieces seemed to have minds of their own, refusing to cooperate.

"Need a hand?" came a voice from the doorway, smooth and teasing.

You looked up to see Pietro Maximoff leaning against the frame, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. The sight of him always made your heart race, even when he was just standing there being annoyingly charming.

"More like I need a miracle," you replied with a sigh, gesturing at the disarray of pieces before you. "These pieces are impossible."

Pietro strode into the room, his quick movements making it seem like he was gliding. He plopped down beside you, a playful glint in his eyes. "You're overthinking it. Here, let me show you how it's done."

Before you could protest, he reached for a piece, his fingers dancing over the colors and patterns with a speed that took your breath away. You watched as he sorted through the puzzle pieces in a blur, placing them into the correct spots in mere seconds.

"How do you even do that?" you asked, genuinely amazed. "You make it look so easy."

"It's all about speed and confidence," he said, flashing that signature grin. "And a little bit of luck."

You laughed, feeling the tension from the puzzle melt away. "So you're saying I just need to be faster and luckier?"

"Exactly!" he replied, turning to face you. "But you can't rush something like this. You have to find the right pieces at the right time."

You looked down at the puzzle, suddenly feeling a sense of determination surge within you. "Alright, teach me your ways, oh speedy one."

Pietro leaned back, clearly enjoying this newfound role as your puzzle mentor. "First rule: don't just look at the pieces. Feel them. The right piece will call to you."

You raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-skeptical. "Feel the puzzle pieces? Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. Now close your eyes," he instructed, his voice low and playful. "Let the puzzle speak to you."

You rolled your eyes but complied, shutting them and focusing on the chaos in front of you. You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the smirk you could feel on Pietro's face.

"Good," he said, his tone teasing yet supportive. "Now, what do you feel?"

"I feel ridiculous," you muttered, trying to stifle a giggle.

Pietro chuckled. "Not the answer I was looking for, but I'll take it. Now open your eyes and try again."

You opened your eyes and glanced down at the scattered pieces, focusing on their shapes and colors. "Okay, okay... Let's see..." You reached out for a piece, your fingers brushing against it. "This one feels right."

"Then go for it!" he encouraged, watching intently.

You carefully placed the piece into the puzzle, and to your surprise, it fit perfectly. "I did it!" you exclaimed, feeling a rush of excitement.

"See? I told you!" Pietro grinned, looking genuinely proud. "You've got this."

Emboldened, you continued, placing more pieces with growing confidence. With each successful placement, you felt a surge of triumph. "I can't believe I was so close to giving up," you admitted, glancing sideways at him.

He shrugged nonchalantly, but there was something soft in his expression. "You can't give up, (Y/N). Not on puzzles, and not on yourself."

His words lingered in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth blossom in your chest. "Thanks, Pietro. I didn't realize how much I needed this."

He turned to you, his gaze earnest. "I'm always here when you need me. Besides, it's fun to see you smile. I live for those moments."

You felt your cheeks flush at the sincerity in his voice. "You're not so bad, you know."

Pietro smirked, leaning closer. "Just not so bad?"

"Okay, fine. You're pretty great," you admitted, unable to suppress a grin.

"Now that's more like it," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's finish this puzzle together."

As you both worked side by side, piecing together the colorful image, you found yourself stealing glances at him. There was something about his presence that made the world outside fade away. Time slipped by as laughter and playful banter filled the space, transforming a simple puzzle into a cherished memory.

After a while, you glanced at the nearly completed puzzle, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. "I can't believe we actually did it," you said, looking at him in awe.

"We make a pretty good team," Pietro replied, his tone teasing but laced with genuine warmth. He nudged your shoulder with his playfully. "And now that I've helped you with this, I expect to be compensated."

"Compensated?" you asked, feigning confusion.

"Of course! A reward for my brilliant tutoring," he said, pretending to think deeply. "How about a date? Just you and me, speedster style."

Your heart skipped a beat, a smile breaking across your face. "You know what? I'd like that."

"Great! It's a date," he said, grinning widely. "But don't think I'll go easy on you, even on our date. I might just run circles around you."

You laughed, feeling lighter than ever. "Bring it on, Maximoff."

As you both finished the last few pieces of the puzzle, you realized that this was more than just a fun afternoon. It was a promise of what was to come—of laughter, of connection, and of a budding romance that was as fast-paced as Pietro himself. And for the first time in a while, you felt like everything was falling into place.