Marvel Imagines

Pietro Maximoff- I Hate You

Mentions: panic attack

With you being the youngest member on the team, the others felt obligated to make sure you survived without a scratch and that often meant leaving you home during missions.

You would plead with them, but in the the end, Steve would firmly oppose it and they'd leave. Never once did they take into account your ability to take care of yourself, but you weren't going to say anything—they'd have to figure it out on their own if it killed you. So, like any other 18 year old, you were angry for being treated like a kid and you sulked around with a sour attitude.

When they realized how unpleasant you were becoming toward them, they decided to leave you Pietro as a companion.

Which only made things worse.

Everyday was a new horror waiting to happen with that nutcase. He was constantly playing pranks on you and you returned the favor by snapping at him and telling him how much you hated his guts.

At one point, you started to get used to it and he could feel his pranks getting stale.

And he wasn't about to let that happen.

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"Y/N? Helloooo?"

Your eyes fluttered open and you came face to face with a grinning Pietro.

Who else could it have been?

The others were all out and you had decided to have a movie night by yourself when lo and behold, the speedster himself decided to nag at you.

"Y/N, you must not sleep on the couch. Go, go. To your bed," he demanded, his thick Sokovian accent throwing you off a bit.

The TV was flashing with ending credits and you realized you had missed more than half of the movie. You were too tired to do anything about it, so with the help of Pietro, you stumbled tiredly to your bedroom and slammed the door behind you so he didn't follow you in.

"Y/N!"

"Go away!"

"But—"

"I said go away, Pietro!"

You flopped onto your back and stretched leisurely, sinking a little into the comforter and the huge feather pillows. A quiet hum of appreciation escaped from your throat as your eyes closed and you could feel yourself drift—

Feel?
You could—
Something was—
You could feel something moving underneath you and you froze, suddenly alert.
You slipped off the bed and slowly lifted the blanket, your heart pounding, to see—

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

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Meanwhile

Pietro lumbered back into the living room where Steve, Natasha and Tony had just gotten off the elevator. Bucky, Wanda, Sam and Clint were raiding the kitchen, but they all stopped to watch as Pietro walked in, a nervous look on his face.