Marvel Imagines

Pietro Maximoff-Don't Forget

Warning: Mild Language

"I said the next time you pour a drink on me on purpose, I'll slap the shit out of you."

Your co-worker, Denise, narrowed her eyes and leaned closer, all traces of innocence gone.

"I will make your life a living hell if you so much as touch me." She spit viciously before flouncing away with a sickly fake smile.

"You already do, stupid bitch." You mumbled, grabbing a few napkins from the counter and angrily dabbing at the hot coffee she had "accidentally" spilled on your shirt.

Denise had been on your ass since the day you started, always breathing down your neck and purposely messing you up on your orders. She did her hardest to make your job more exhausting than it needed to be and you hated it. The only reason you were still there was because you had no other way to pay for your apartment. Living alone might've been hard, but it was better than living with your parents. Which looked like something you were about to be doing if Denise wouldn't leave you alone.

If it weren't for the usual night stragglers that liked to nurse their drunken headaches with a hot cup of coffee and pastries, you probably would have let loose on the dark haired devil.

"Y/N?"

A  voice sounded and you looked up to see your other co-worker, Vie. She had bright, blue hair and a small diamond glinted on her nose. You got along with her great because the both of you shared a familiar hatred for Denise.

"Hey, what's up?"
She glanced at the coffee stain on your shirt before rolling her eyes.

"I swear, it's like it's her life goal to get her ass kicked."
"I would gladly volunteer to do so."

You both snickered aloud, quickly pulling casual faces as Denise came out of the back room.

"What's so funny?"
"None of your damn business." Vie snapped.
Denise stepped forward, fire in her eyes with her mouth half open, when the bell over the front door tinkled. All three of you turned to watch as a familiarly handsome face walked into the shop.

He had shaggy, silver hair and bright, blue eyes that trained on you the moment he stepped up to the counter. You had seen him around the shop a few times and the rare instances that you held a conversation with him, Denise usually interrupted to shove you aside and take his order.

You were annoyed by it, but it didn't really matter. It wasn't like he was your friend or anything. But, you couldn't help occasionally glancing at him whenever he sat at a table and picked at his food. He would catch you every time, staring back with such an intense gaze that it would light your cheeks on fire.

You shook your thoughts away before stepping up to the register and giving him a welcoming smile.

"How can I help you?" You asked in a bright voice. He tilted his head a little and you noticed a light pink color tinting his cheeks as he looked away.

"I'm just looking for—"
Denise bumped you out of the way at that very moment, shooting him a come-hither look that made you want to throw up. You rolled your eyes and turned to prep the machines as she cleared her throat loudly.

"I can help you with anything you need, sir." She said flirtatiously.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to her, if you don't mind."
You froze.