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.