Marvel Imagines

Pietro Maximoff-Breathless

Pietro tugged at his collar impatiently, earning a scolding swat from Wanda.

"If you keep doing that, you're going to ruin your shirt." She hissed.

"You didn't have to hit me so hard." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his hand. Wanda rolled her eyes and took his other hand in hers, pulling him into the spacious ballroom.

It was Tony's birthday party and Pietro knew he couldn't escape from this one. As much as he liked partying, Stark was too much to keep up with and that was saying something coming from the fastest man alive. People from all over the city had come to celebrate. Meaning they'd drown themselves in alcohol, do a bunch of stupid stuff and leave the party bragging to their friends about being able to hang out with the Avengers.

Pietro watched as Wanda left him to dance with Natasha and he smiled softly. He liked seeing his sister happy.

"Excuse me?"

He whirled around and all the air left his lungs as he tried to wrap his head around what he was seeing. It really did feel like someone had knocked the breath out of him. You tilted your head curiously as he studied you, admiring the deep F/C dress that complemented your figure and the way your H/C hair tumbled down your shoulders.

"You okay?"
Pietro shook his head and blinked a few times before nodding.
"You're Pietro, right? Pietro Maximoff?"
He nodded again.

"You're pretty good-looking. My brother must be blind." You said shortly before turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

Pietro realized he had been holding his breath and he let out a whoosh of air, stunned that a beautiful young woman had just called him "good-looking." Of course, being Pietro, he already knew that. But, he couldn't help being flattered as he stumbled after you, searching and finding no trace of the woman that he was after.

He caught Steve's arm as he walked by and yanked him off to the side.

"Steve, you gotta help me." He said breathlessly.
"What's wrong, kid?"
"A really pretty girl wearing a F/C dress? She just walked up to me, called me good-looking, then disappeared into thin air."
Steve grinned, amused.

"And you want me to...?"
"I need you to get the others and help me find her before she leaves!" Pietro urged.
"Okay, okay. Calm down, we'll be on the lookout."
"Thanks, man."

Steve walked back into the ballroom as Pietro edged around the dance floor, his head whipping back and forth in case he missed you. He noticed Steve talking to Sam, Bucky and Tony. All three of them nodded before walking off in opposite directions.
It took him awhile, but he finally found you. Unfortunately, it was in the last place he ever thought he'd find you.

You were leaning against the bar, laughing as Clint draped an arm over your shoulder. A surge of jealousy made its way into his chest and he stalked towards the bar. Steve was a few seats away from Clint and as Pietro approached, he shook his head furiously, mouthing at him to stop.

Ignoring Steve, he sat next to you and shot Clint a dirty look before giving you a charming smile.

"You ran away pretty fast, didn't you? Even I couldn't keep up."

"Didn't know you were following me."

Bucky rushed up behind Steve and muttered something in his ear, making him gesture wildly behind Clint's back.

"I tend to follow what I want." Pietro said smoothly.

Clint glared at him before pulling you back a little.

"And what would that be?" You asked with a smirk.

Pietro opened his mouth when he was cut off by a screech of the microphone.

"I'd like to make an announcement. Can the girl that called Pietro "good-looking" please make herself known? He's in a mood trying to find you and I'm pretty sure he wants—"

Sam ripped the microphone away from a drunk Tony as Pietro's face turned bright red. All three of you watched as Sam and Thor dragged him away from the stage, leaving everyone confused before the music started back up.

"Well, that answers my question." You giggled.

"Don't care. Keep it moving, Speedy." Clint snapped.

Pietro scoffed, determined to hold his ground, even though Steve and Bucky were still trying to tell him something.

"No one asked you, old man."

"Oh, I beg to differ."

"So, you gonna ask me on a date or what?" You interrupted them before they could start arguing.

"Y/N-" Clint started.

"Y/N, huh? Pretty name. And about that date-"

"Right. She was just about to say no."

He took a small step in front of you.

"Far as I know, you aren't dating her." Pietro challenged.

You and Clint looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Steve shrunk behind the bar and Bucky face palmed before following him.

"What? What's so funny?"

You took a breath before shaking your head.

"Why in the world would you think I'm dating my brother?"

Pietro stepped back in shock.
He clearly did not see that one coming.

"Brother?"
"Yes, brother. Well, stepbrother, but we treat each other like blood."

"And as for that, I still don't think-"
"It's okay, Clint. I can handle myself." You said, patting his shoulder.

"Yeah, well. You know where to find me if you can't." Clint muttered.

He gave Pietro a warning glare before trudging off with Steve and Bucky, leaving you alone with Pietro-who, at the moment, was feeling enormously nervous, all of a sudden.

Clint's stepsister? How was he going to deal with that?

He could barely deal with Clint himself!

You offered him a dazzling smile that left him wondering how he could doubt you at all.

"So? Friday night, pick me up at 7?" You suggested.

He nodded mutely as you leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, melting into the crowd and leaving him speechless for the second time that night.

"Now I know where she gets the attitude from."