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DIFFERENT

I didn’t realize how big the world really was until…

I started looking at the sky again.

It’s different.

Different from the cold pavement we stare at;

As we pass each other in crowded streets

Different from the confines of our homes,

And sheltered under a roof.

It’s more detailed than I recall.

Painted with streaks of white during the day.

Dotted with shining stars at night.

It’s different.

Maybe not better than before;

Or worse

But it’s different; It’s endless.

A.B

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Slowly falling in love with Pietro

Warnings: Fluff

At first, he just annoyed you.

Like really annoyed you.

He would race in and do whatever it is you were going to do but faster.

Going to eat the leftovers you have saved in the fridge? Not anymore he ate them.

Want to watch Tv? He took the remote.

You end up spending a lot of time with Wanda, and eventually, you learned to tolerate Pietro’s existence.

Until movie night…

He decided to sit next to you.

Right next to you.

Tony threw a blanket at you two to share, but other than that no one seemed to notice/care that you were so close.

At one point during the movie, something jumped out and scared you causing you to grab Pietro’s hand under the blanket.

He didn’t mind.

He just squeezes it tighter.

After that night, you guys spent more and more time together.

You weren’t only tolerating his presence, but rather enjoying it.

If you were in the training room, so was he.

One night you woke up to a knock at your door.

Before you could answer, Pietro was standing at the foot of your bed.

“I couldn’t sleep. Could I stay in here?”

Obviously, you said yes.

You both found it easier to sleep when you were together.

After a while, it became a nightly thing.

Some nights you would stay in his room.

Other times he would come to you.

But you were always together.

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Panic- P. Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff x Reader One Shot

Warnings: Panic Attack/ Nightmares/ Angst

Word Count: 743

I shot up in my bed. A cool film of sweat covered my skin. My heart was feeling like it was going to beat right out of my chest. It’s fine. I thought. I’m fine. But my breathing got heavier, and I started to overheat. 

I scrambled out of bed, desperately trying to untangle myself from the sheets that clung to my skin. I went into my bathroom as splashed water onto my face and arms, but it did not help. I felt like I could not breathe. I slid my back down the wall that was facing the mirror and wrapped my arms around my legs. Nothing was working. I could feel myself continuing to spiral until there was a knock at my bathroom door. 

“Lyubov?” It was Pietro. “Are you okay? I thought I heard something.” 

His room was right next to mine, so he probably heard me stumbling out of bed and to the bathroom. I wiped tears from my cheeks and stood to check my composure in the mirror. 

“I’m coming in,” Pietro said as the doorknob began to turn.

“Uh no!” I panicked, pushing my weight against the door so he would not come any further. “I mean… I’m fine. Really. You can go back to bed. Thanks.” I cringed at my clearly rushed words. 

“Okay, goodnight.”

I waited a few moments before collecting myself and going back into my bedroom. When I looked up, Pietro was still there, just sitting on my bed. Waiting.

“I knew you were lying.” He stood up gently and started to walk my way.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

I tried to walk past him, but he reached out his arm and turned back around to face him. I looked up at his face to try and gauge what he was thinking. All I saw was a look of concern. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” I said.

“Like what?”

“Like that.” 

I knew he knew what look I was talking about. He was looking at me like I was some poor thing in need of comfort and saving. I was getting that look a lot lately, and I was sick of it. 

“Listen, I just wanna go back to bed.” I tried to walk past him once more, yet once again he was right in front of me. 

“Hey, I’m just worried about you.” He gently put his hand on my shoulder. I could feel the frustration building up. “Look, I know you haven’t been sleeping well lately, and so does everyone else. If you want to talk about it I-”

“I don’t!” I snapped. 

He took his hand off of my shoulder, and I sat on my bed with a shaky breath. I could feel more tears coming to surface as a lump caught in my throat. 

“God, I just… I…” I could not seem to form a sentence. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” 

I crossed my legs and brought my hands up to my face and tears began to roll down my face once again. Truth be told, I had expected Pietro to leave. However, I really did not want to be alone. I did not want to talk, but I did not want to be alone. I felt the mattress next to me dip down as he sat next to me. I felt one of his arms wrap around my shoulders and the other rest on the back of my neck. He laid a gentle kiss on the top of my head and said nothing else. 

After a moment I relaxed into his arms and let out a soft sob. I was not sure what to do about my nightmares or how I was going to manage to get a decent night’s rest after everything that had been going on. I did know that I wanted Pietro to stay. Something about his presence was comforting. 

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled into his chest. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m just…” I took a deep breath trying to think of a way to describe everything I was feeling. “I’m so tired.”

Moving a hand to my cheek, he tilted my face up so that he was looking into my eyes using his thumb to wipe tears off of my face he said, “It’s okay.”

Those two words suddenly lifted the weight off of my chest. All he had to say was “It’s okay”, and suddenly everything was.

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Can’t Sleep- P.Maximoff

First Person Reader X Pietro Maximoff One Shot

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 667

I rolled over onto my side and pulled my phone off of the table next to my bed. I looked at the time: 3:23 am. I was tired but for some reason, I had not been able to get a full night of sleep for the last few weeks. I think Steve noticed because he told me to take the day off from training yesterday. 

Everything had been different since Ultron happened. The twins moved in about a month ago. It took some time but it seemed like they were started to feel more comfortable around the team. The move from the tower to the compound was hectic. Without Thor and Bruce things just felt off. 

I figured maybe taking a walk would help me fall asleep. I grabbed a light jacket, threw it on over my pajamas, and put on some slippers. The compound was fairly secluded in upstate New York. The air was cleaner and crisper. It was nice, more peaceful. As I turned the corner outside, I saw a figure. It was too dark to see who it was, but they were gone in a flash before I knew it. 

I thought maybe I should head back inside. Whoever it was, I was not in the mood to find out. I turned around to go back inside, but I ran into someone. Their sturdiness knocked me back on the ground. When I looked up, I saw Pietro. He knelt and offered his hand to help me stand back up.

“God, you gave me a heart attack,” I said brushing dust off of my pants.

“Sorry, draga,” he said in his thick Slavic accent. “What are you doing outside so late?” He opened the door so that we could go back inside.

“Uhh, I just couldn’t sleep. How ‘bout you?” “The same,”

I wondered what had been causing him to lose sleep too.

“Well, since it seems to be getting any sleep tonight, We um,” I stumbled over my words for a moment. “We could watch a movie or something. In my room, if you want.”

He nodded with a sweet smile plastered across his face. Truth be told, I had an inkling of a crush on him after he saved my life in Sokovia. There were some moments when I thought that maybe he had similar feelings. Other times, I could not tell.

We went up to my room. One thing I liked about the compound was the extra space. Do not get me wrong. The Stark Tower was ginormous, but the compound just felt cleaner. 

I took off my slippers and tossed my jacket onto the ground by my closet. When I turned around, Pietro was already sitting on my bed with a throw blanket spread across his lap. I turned on the TV across the room and put on some comedy movie. Pietro threw half of the blanket across my legs and made room for me to sit next to him. Right next to him. 

“What’s this movie called again?” he asked. 

“Kick-Ass 2,” I yawned.

“If you are getting tired, I can go,” he said abruptly. “You should get some rest.”

“What?” I laughed at his concern before realizing he was actually getting up to leave. I sat up and grabbed his wrist to get his attention. “No, no it’s fine you can stay.”

“Are you sure? Because-”

“No, stay,” I said smiling up at him, “please.”

He was not wrong. I was getting tired, but for some reason, I felt more relaxed with him in the room. We were both leaning against my headboard, slumped so far down we were almost laying on our backs. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and rested my head on Pietro’s shoulder. He must have thought I had fallen asleep. His arm wrapped around me and he shifted his weight so that we were laying more comfortably. Before I knew it, we had both fallen asleep tangled in each other’s arms.