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.
Pairing: HighSchoolAU! Pietro x reader
Genre: i don’t even know tbh
Word Count: 1600
Warnings: Age-bending - they’re like in high school here which might be a bit weird for y’all so just a heads up!
-PIETRO'S POV-
-Freshman Year -
My jaw dropped open as I watched her move to the beat of the music. We were currently sitting in the large auditorium of SHIELD High, attending the freshmen orientations.
Before graduating middle school, I had been offered scholarships to join the track and field team from SHIELD High and HYDRA High but ultimately decided on SHIELD after my sister, Wanda, chose to attend SHIELD. Besides, most of our friends in higher years are studying in SHIELD too.
"Pietro, shut your mouth, you're drooling," Clint hissed from my left, nudging me with his elbow. I quickly closed my mouth, not realizing I had it open the whole time. I touched the sides of my mouth to see if I was drooling.
"Who are you staring at?" Wanda asked from my right after seeing my exchange with Clint, curious as to why I was staring so intently at a group of sweaty boys and girls hand standing, head spinning and all those sorts on stage.
"Her. The one in the middle?" I pointed at the girl who was preparing to do a backflip. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, a snapback over it. She barely had any make-up on and had sweat running down her forehead, but she still looked stunning.
"Oh, Y/N L/N? You're in the same year. The dance team tried recruiting her since she was in middle school, and she just training with them in the summer break." Clint explained. He was a couple of years above us, and of course, he would know the people in school.
Y/N L/N… So that was her name…
"Dude, you are so not her type," Clint mumbled.
-Senior Year-
I tapped my foot loudly against the floor as I saw my friends approaching me by my locker. I darted my eyes back and forth my friends and the wall, debating on whether or not I should tell them about my tiny crush. Okay, fine, it wasn't tiny. I've had a crush on her for 3 years now, but still - she barely knows I exist.
Sure, we were both from different sports in school - she was in dance while I was in track, but our teams often practiced in the same place. We would be running around the oval, and the dance team would be rehearsing in the middle of the oval.
I've probably had 100,000 chances to talk to her since our practices ended around the same time, but I chickened out every time. Every. Single. Time.
There was a day wherein she made a move that caused her cap to fly toward the track, right to the spot where I was running towards, but I saw her coming, and in panic, my dumb ass decided to turn around and run the other direction. I got a scolding from the coach for that.
Only Wanda and Clint know I like her, but besides the two of them, no one else knows. I've kept it a secret for 3 long years. I think my friends deserve to know why I haven't dated anyone since freshman year, Nat was starting to get worried. Luckily, everyone was visiting their old high school today. Steve, Tony, Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Nat had graduated a couple of years ago but decided to drop by today to catch up with Wanda and me.
I stared at my friends as they stood approached me, and before any of my friends could say hi, I quickly blurted out four words.
"I like Y/N L/N."
There was a dramatic 5-second pause then they all started laughing. Minus my sister, Clint, and Steve, who gave me sympathetic looks.
"Are you high?" Sam asked as Bucky snickered. What friends I have.
"I've never even seen you in the same class as her, let alone talk to her," Bucky said. "What brought this on?"
I let out a big sigh, ready to tell them everything. After telling them the whole story, I braced myself for all the teasing.
"Repeating Sam's question, what are you on?" Tony asked with a chuckle.
"Three years is a long time, Speedy," Steve mumbled. He would understand how I feel, he's been in love with Peggy since the 6th grade.
"Pietro, you idiot! If you really - as in really, REALLY like her, go talk to her," Nat exclaimed, shaking my shoulders, practically shouting in my face. I looked behind her to see my other friends standing behind her, nodding.
"Suck it up, man. You're a dude." Bucky added, shaking his head in disapproval.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Clint mouthed in confusion. I sighed. Why was this so easy for them?
"Oh, lookie. Here she comes!" Tony exclaims, pointing at the group walking down the corner.
"Don't point!" I quickly grabbed Tony's wrist, pulling him away from the main corridor, everyone else following behind us.
"Seriously, though, brother," Wanda mumbled. "It's finals week and right after this week is graduation season."
"Yeah!" Nat exclaimed, backing her up. "And we all go to college, meaning we separate and then your chance with lady dancer goes bye-bye."
"Whoa, chill, girls," Clint told them, laughing and the other guys chuckling behind him.
"Still," she sighed. "Do you plan on telling her?"
I thought about it for a moment.
"Okay, forget that question," Steve spoke. "The real question is, why do you like her?"
I thought about it for a second… There was always alluring about her in my eyes. There was always this sense of contentment just seeing her smile during practices - I didn't care if we didn't know each other - just knowing that I can see her nearly every day was enough for me. Her smile, her patience when teaching and learning routines, I loved those aspects of her the most.
"It's simple," I started with a smile, looking out the window. "She's an angel."
Well, graduation day finally rolled by. And no, I haven't talked to Y/N yet.
We all sat down in our respected seats by class. Wanda sat beside me since we had the same last names.
As the principal was making his… Interesting speech, Wanda poked my side. I gave her a look, wondering why she had a mischievous grin on her face that kinda resembled a Cheshire cat.
"I have her number," she whispered, wiggling her eyebrows. "Well, technically, Sam had her number and gave it to me."
I looked at her in confusion. What the hell was she gonna do with her number?
"You're…?" I asked.
"I'll text her! We're friends," she told me.
"You two are friends?" I asked her in disbelief.
"Well, on Facebook." she sheepishly admitted. "But anyway, I'll text her, telling her I wanna talk to her about something, but instead of me, you'll be there."
I stared at her weirdly. My sister is smart, but in this situation, I don't know if I'm supposed to thank her or facepalm.
After getting our diplomas and receiving our awards, we were finally dismissed. Our friends were here for our graduation, and before I could walk away to start heading home, Nat grabbed my arm.
"Oh no, you don't, mister," she smugly said, yanking my arm back towards the ground. "Wanda told me what's happening." I looked back at my friends and it seemed like Wanda had told the whole gang.
"You're finally gonna be a man!" Clint dramatically wailed, jokingly sniffling into the sleeves of his button-up shirt.
Steve smiled at me, happy for me, I guess? In the background, I could see Sam furrowing his eyebrows as if he was trying to recall something.
"Oh! Here she comes!" Nat mini-yelped. She quickly ushered everyone away to the other side of the room.
My heart was beating fast, faster than when I finished my runs. I was Y/N walking towards me, poking her head around, probably looking for Wanda.
Here goes nothing.
"Umm, hi?" I said out loud as she approached where I stood. I could see Nat and Clint peeking out from under the refreshments table behind her.
"Oh, hi!" she greeted back, smiling at me before looking around again.
"Are you looking for Wanda?" I asked, feeling my cheeks turning hot. When did talking become so hard? I literally
"Yeah! You're Wanda's brother, Pietro, right?"
LORD. SHE KNOWS MY NAME.
"O-Oh! Yeah…" I shyly mumbled.
"Well, have you seen Wanda?" Y/N asked, smiling and curling some of her hair behind her ear. I can die a happy man today. "She told me to meet her here…?" she chucked, unsure.
"Actually, I'm the one who-" I began but got cut off by the sound of her phone ringing.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," she apologized, taking her phone out her pocket and picking it up. "Please give me a second."
"Hello? Oh, baby!" she greeted over the phone, a huge smile found its way to her face as she listed to the other person talk.
Wait. Baby…?
"Okay! See you in a second, Loki! Love you!" she chirped and hung up. She turned back to me with an apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry my boyfriend is waiting outside. He just arrived from the UK and I need to go. Please tell Wanda I'll call her tonight!" she explained and apologized again before running towards the exit.
What…?
"Oh, shit," Bucky mumbled, coming out of nowhere with everyone else.
"Didn't see that coming…" Tony muttered.
"DAMMIT," Sam yelled out of nowhere. "I knew I was forgetting something!"
"What?" I asked no one in particular. What the hell just happened?
THE END
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Summary/Request: Requested by anon: Hey can you do a quicksilver x reader where the reader falls asleep on pietro an it's just a lot of fluff and cuteness??????????
Notes: a) Wasn’t sure if you meant x-men Peter or Marvel Pietro since I usually associate ‘Quicksilver’ with Peter and then Pietro as just Pietro, but I assumed you meant Marvel, so sorry if I got that wrong. b) more from Pietro’s point of view since reader is asleep. c) little bit of an AU where y’know he doesn’t die.
It wasn’t uncommon that you curled up next to Pietro, after everything that had happened there was a comforting in knowing that he was there and that he was alive. It was, however, uncommon for you to fall asleep against him. Usually you got tired and had the awareness to go to your room and get into bed, rather than stay where you were.
But today you had been more exhausted than usual. Perhaps it was that you were still recovering from a pretty bad cold or perhaps it was the fact that you’d all had to deal with another evil person attempting to destroy everything. But you’d been so exhausted that within ten minutes of curling up next to Pietro you’d fallen asleep.
Not that he was complaining.
It was nice; the warmth of you pressed against him, the little smile that pulled at your lips hopefully due to a good dream, the softness of you against him. Just having another person there, someone other than his sister that trusted him enough to fall asleep.
You were lovely on a day to day basis, kind and funny, pretty...but even asleep he was drawn to you. Found his eyes tracing the contours of your face. God, you were cute. He didn’t even think he’d be alive after everything and he was and now added onto that he spent half his time with you. Adorable and sweet and far too good for anyone.
He wouldn’t even care if you started drooling on him, you were that lovely, that good a friend. If only it was more than that.
