Ice Pietro Maximoff / quicksilver

>> C h a p t e r T h i r t y

>> C h a p t e r T h i r t y

I held my stomach and groaned

"Why did I have that extra four pieces of toast?" I questioned myself.

"There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you."

I turned my head to look at the person who spoke.

Pietro fucking Maximoff was standing at the end of the cafeteria table smiling widely at me.

I couldn't help but love him for his smile, it showed off his perfect teeth and I loved it when he genuinely smiled, a smile that reached his eyes making them squint a bit.

"Why have you been looking for me?" I asked

"We need to talk..."

I looked at him questioningly "okay so talk."

"Not here." He grabbed my hand pulled me up from the chair and then picked me up bridal style and zoomed out of the cafeteria.

He stopped suddenly and I opened my eyes, we were in a bedroom, it was white,grey and blue with a few pictures on the wall.

"This is your room, isn't it." I stated already knowing the answer.

He nodded "we had plans for our life and when you left I sorta threw those out."

I shrugged "and who's fault was that."

He looked at me and took both his hands and put them on my arms I avoided his stare."mine, I know I should've believed you when you said nothing was going on with you and Steve."

"Why didn't you?" I croaked as my voice broke because I was starting to cry.

"Because Steve was the better choice, the better man, he was perfect and well... I thought that I wasn't good enough for you."

I took a deep breathe "I loved you Pietro, not Steve."

"Loved?" He asked "you don't love me anymore?"

I looked up into his eyes the tears were running down his cheeks his eyes red making them look even bluer than they already are

"Pietro, I'll always love you-"

"-I'll always love you too."

"But I don't think we should be toge-"

His lips crashed down to mine desperately trying to silence my words, his plush soft lips hadn't changed, the taste of his mint Chapstick adding a zing to the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed his arms wrapping around my waist.

I pulled away and slowly opened my eyes, Pietro and I looking at each other in shock.

"Please, don't say we shouldn't be together." He pleaded

"Pietro..."

"I still love you."

"How? How can you love me when you don't remember me?"

"I do, I remember everything, how we first met, our first kiss, when we met the avengers, our fight."

"How?"

"It just came back to me, and I'm sorry."

"Pietro."

"I love you." He croaked

I hugged Pietro placing my head against his chest listening to his castle beating heart.