Baby, It’s Cold Outside (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)
Summary: You get stuck in a cabin during a blizzard with a certain speedster.
A/N: Hello, everyone! It has been so long since I have wrote an imagine about Pietro so here it is! This just popped into my head so I hope that you enjoy it. FYI, (E/C) means ‘eye color.’ As always, if you want to be added to my Tag List just let me know. None of the gifs in this imagine are mine, full credit goes to the owners.
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The steady snowfall came down in flurries through the bitter cold air. The mission should have been quick and easy: get in and get out without anyone seeing you. While you did get in and out easily, the coming blizzard stopped all of your plans of flying back home to be with your family for the holiday season. While you did love your job as an Avenger, sometimes it was really annoying. Especially when you were forced to hide in a cabin in the middle of the forest during a blizzard with the one man you never wanted to be stuck in a room alone with: Pietro Maximoff.
Now, don’t get me wrong. There were definitely certain aspects about the older Maximoff twin that you very much liked: his rugged good looks, soft blue eyes, perfectly tousled silvery-blonde hair, his voice that absolutely drooled charm...
But there were also certain aspects that made you want to push him away: his selfishness, his huge ego, that way that his smile crooks up just a little bit when he teases and embarrasses you in front of everyone. Yeah, you could say being in a room alone with him was a double-edged sword.
“Printesa, I just don’t understand why you are worrying so much,” The silver-haired speedster said as he lounged across the only available bed in the small cabin.
Shooting him a sharp glare, you shut the curtains on the window as you turned around to face the handsome speedster before you. “Because this was supposed to be a two-day mission, tops, and now I am stuck in the middle of Switzerland during a blizzard when I should be heading back home to my family. But instead, I am in this drafty cabin stuck here with you.”
You hadn’t meant for those last few words to come out so harsh. After all, you didn’t totally hate him. No matter how much you didn’t want to believe it, some part of you did harbor feelings for him. Whether they were very large or infinitesimally small feelings, you couldn’t deny that they were still there. Sneaking a glance at him, you saw that he had a smirk plastered on his face as he looked at you.
“Ouch, that hurt my feelings, printesa,” Pietro smirked as he zoomed up to open the curtains once again. Strolling up to you, he crossed his arms across his chest as he looked down at you. “But it can’t be all that bad, right? You’ll have me to cuddle up to when it gets too cold.”
Rolling your eyes at him, you playfully hit his shoulder as you walked across the room to once more close the curtains. “Let’s keep the curtains closed so it keeps in all of the warm air that way it doesn’t have to come to that, alright?”
As the smirk grew on his face, he dashed over and opened the curtains up once more. “Ah, but I want it to come to that, printesa. Besides, the snow looks so pretty, doesn’t it?”
Flushing at his words, you turned around hoping he didn’t see your embarrassment. “Yes, it is a beautiful prison right now. Also, don’t call me that.”
Laughing lightly at your words, Pietro watched your retreating form. “Whatever you say, draga.”
The blizzard didn’t lessen up as the day went by. Dusk was fast approaching and you needed supplies if you were going to stay in this little cabin for a couple of days at least. Donning your jacket and snow boots that you thankfully thought to bring with you, you reached for the door.
“Where are you going?” Pietro’s voice sounded through the small cabin. Eyes meeting his, you couldn’t help but be swept in by the tide of his ocean blue eyes.
“I was going to get supplies. If we are going to be here a couple of days, we’ll need them.”
“We have plenty of supplies here,” Pietro stated as he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the center of the warm cabin. “Besides, it’s cold outside. You’ll get frostbite out there, and we can’t risk that. So how about we build up a fire and I’ll find some soup for us?”
You were slightly taken aback by the protective tone in his voice as he pulled you back into the cabin. While he was right, there were plenty of supplies, you just wanted the cold air to clear your mind. You had only been cooped up in this cabin with him for about seven hours and your mind was already becoming fuzzy with him around. When you were with others, it was clear why you didn’t allow yourself to be with him. But when you were all alone with him... the line didn’t seem as prominent before. The line was blurred now, allowing your feelings to creep back in to your guarded heart. “Uh, yeah. That sounds great.”
With a warm smile on his lips, Pietro led you towards the fireplace. As he built up the fire, your eyes drifted to the blizzard that was raging outside. You really shouldn’t stay here with him. In the physical sense, it was necessary for survival. But in the emotional sense... Could you let yourself fall for him?
The fired roared as you sat near it, wrapped up in blankets as you sipped your soup. The past hour or so wasn’t so bad, being with Pietro. He was really a funny guy and wasn’t so selfish when it was just the two of you. As the logs cracked and popped under the fire, you felt yourself feeling happy as you leaned up against the couch.
“Okay, let’s do something fun. I’m getting bored,” Pietro said as he took your empty bowls away in a dash.
“I don’t know... How about truth or dare?”
“What, are we 14?” You laughed as you playfully nudged him. Laughing along with you, Pietro lightly shoved you back.
“Got any other suggestions, draga?”
“Hmm,” You hummed. “Guess not. Okay, you start.”
“Truth or dare?” The speedster asked as he wrapped his blanket around him tighter.
“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Pietro teased as he thought about what he was going to ask you. “What was your first impression of me?”
“Oh, easy,” You smirked as you turned to face him. “I thought that you had a huge ego and that you were full of yourself.” As you paused, Pietro couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your answer. “But, I liked how you made your sister laugh and how you really lifted her spirits. I thought that it was really sweet how you are always there for her.”
“You thought I was sweet?” Pietro asked as he looked down at you.
“Nope, my turn. Truth or dare?”
Rolling his eyes once more, they settled on you. “Truth.”
“Boo, you’re no fun,” You teased back as you thought about your question. “What was your first impression of me?”
“Oh, easy,” Pietro said in a teasing manner as he looked at you. “I thought you were quite the feisty little thing. You let no one give you any crap and I thought that was very attractive. I also liked how you tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear when you introduced yourself to me. It was very cute.”
“You thought I was cute?” You quietly asked as you felt yourself flush again.
“Nope, my turn,” Pietro smirked as he quickly changed the subject. The next few hours followed this fashion, Pietro asking truths about yourself and you asking truths about him. You had learned that Pietro’s first kiss was with a girl at the orphanage that was much taller than him, so much so that he had to stand up on a brick to kiss her. This had earned a laugh from you, causing Pietro’s face to flush red. When Pietro asked about your family, you gushed over how much they meant to you and how much you missed being with them right now. When you told him this, Pietro had gazed down at you sympathetically.
“What is your favorite thing about Christmas with your family?” Pietro asked as he scooted closer to you as the fire burned low and steady.
Glancing up at him from under your eyelashes, you too found yourself drawing closer to him. “I guess seeing everyone. With being away so long, I never get to see them. It seems like every time I go back one of my cousin’s is getting engaged or is having another baby. Being away, you miss those sort of things.” The room fell quiet as your words sunk in, your own sadness sinking into your bones. Quickly glancing up, you see that Pietro was intently staring at you. With a silent chuckle, you sat up straighter. “Besides, I kind of miss how my whole family would tease me about being single. Isn’t that sad? I miss being teased by them.”
“That’s not sad, you miss your family,” Pietro shrugged as he looked down at the burning embers. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as the wind howled outside and as the fire popped. “Do you think your family would like me?”
“What?” You stuttered as your eyes grew wide. Looking at Pietro, he blushed as he shrunk away.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it, draga. It was a stupid question,” He mumbled, averting his eyes.
Slightly intrigued, you couldn’t help but reach out for his hand. Cold hand touching his warm one, his blue eyes soon found yours as he met your gaze. “No, it wasn’t a stupid question. You just startled me, that’s all.”
Offering up a small smile, Pietro entwined his fingers with yours. “What do you think they would think of me, then?”
“As what? As a friend,” You listed, slightly afraid of adding this last bit. “A boyfriend?”
With a small raise of the corner of his lip, Pietro looked back at the fire. “Yeah... for the sake of the argument, let’s say boyfriend.”
“Well,” You started, getting slightly distracted by your thumping heart and by his thumb that was tracing small patterns on the back of your hand. “I think they would really like you. I know for a fact that all of the kids would love you. You would be the only one that could keep up with them. My dad and uncles would no doubt give you a hard time, along with my cousins, but I think in the end they would think you would be good for me.”
Silence followed your last words as you let that realization sink in. Would he be good for you? The once prominent line that stood between you being with him and not being with him was merely a wisp of an idea now. Thinking about it now, he would be good for you. On multiple occasions he had protected you, even risked his life for you. And yes while he did tease you, it was always in a playful manner; he never did it with malicious intent. As he had told you about growing up in Sokovia, what you once thought to be a selfish man turned out to be a caring man that tried his very best to provide for his sister and himself. Overcome by the dam breaking inside of you, releasing your torrent of feelings for the silver-haired speedster, you quickly dropped your hand as you stood up.
With a confused look on his face, Pietro went to grab your hand. “Printesa, where are you-”
“We are out of firewood, I’m going to go find some outside,” You answered quickly, pulling on your boots and coat. “Be right back.”
As you yanked the door open, you were met with the blizzard that was outside. Immediately you wanted to turn right back around and go back to the warmth that Pietro brought. Shaking away the thought of Pietro, you trudged out into the snow in search of logs of wood that would be far to wet to ignite. What were you going to do?
The rest of the night passed in mild silence between the two of you as you raged against the feelings in your heart. At every glance at him, every brief touch, you could have sworn that your heart was going to leap straight out of your chest. The light outside quickly turned to pitch black as the snow continued to fall down. The wood that you had brought in was way too wet to hold a fire, as you had presumed, so the cabin became colder with each increasing moment. You sat on the couch with blanket upon blanket wrapped around you to keep in what little warmth you had. You softly laughed to yourself about how ridiculous you must look right now. What once had been the shape of you now closely resembled a burrito as you sat in your cocoon on the small couch. Pietro kept pacing the cabin floor without any blankets, his powers keeping him plenty warm right now.
“Printesa, you are absolutely freezing. How about we go crawl into bed and get under the covers so that you can warm up?” Pietro offered as he stood in front of you.
Numbly shaking your head, you tried to ignore your heart aching for him. “No way. I know what happens when you get girls into your bed and that is so not happening right now.”
Rolling his eyes at your little stab of a joke, he kneeled down in front of you. “That is not what I meant. I’m just thinking logically, draga. Y’know, the first rule in survival 101 is that if you share warmth you can generate more.”
The idea of being warm again was tempting, but not nearly as tempting of being able to cuddle up next to him. All the more reason that you shouldn’t.
“C’mon, printesa,” He whined as he tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes. Seeing you not moving a muscle, he huffed out a sigh as he resorted to his last option. In a quick blur, Pietro had picked you up and ran you to the bed.
“Pietro!” You exclaimed as you felt the old mattress hit your back.
“Printesa, you’re lips are turning blue. I’m doing this more so for your own good than my desire to be with you, okay? So just shut up and cuddle up next to me, okay?” He said with authority, staring at you with those pretty blue eyes.
Finding yourself entranced, slightly taking a notice of his last few words, you nodded as you began to shed your layers of blankets so that you could lay them over the top of the both of you. Snuggling up next to Pietro, you couldn’t help but notice just how good he smelled. It was such a unique blend that you couldn’t put your finger on it. He smelled faintly of fire since he was sitting by the fire but the most abundant smell you just couldn’t name. It was so painfully obvious that it was just him.
“There, feeling better already?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around you as you snuggled your face into his neck.
“Mhm...” You sounded as you breathed in his scent. “You are really warm.”
Smiling at you cuddling up to him, Pietro let himself drop a small kiss onto the top of your head. With that loving kiss, he could faintly smell your lavender shampoo. Exhaling softly, he smiled as you held onto him tighter. “Printesa?”
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered into your ear. When he received no answer, he slightly pulled back to see that you had fallen asleep in his arms. Your hand that was resting gently on his chest had grabbed a handful of fabric from his shirt in your sleep. “Goodnight, printesa. Sleep soundly and dream of me, because I will certainly be dreaming of you.”
Burying his face into your hair, Pietro soon fell fast asleep as he listened to your steady breathing, lightly tracing patterns on the small of your back as the blizzard continued to rage on outside.
The old antique clock in the cabin rang out as 6 o’clock rolled around. The incessant chiming of the clock woke you from your peaceful sleep, causing you to try to sit up. You were quickly pulled back down by the arms that were wrapped around you. Confused, the memories of last night flooded your brain as you realized that you were cuddling with Pietro. As you tried to escape the arms wrapped around you, a low groan sounded from Pietro’s chest as he dragged you back down once again to the warm bed.
“Where do you think you are going, draga?” Pietro sleepily mumbled as he snuggled further into your neck.
You could feel yourself flush as his stubble gently scratched against your neck as shivers ran down your spine. “I was, um, trying to-”
“Trying to leave?” Pietro’s raspy voice sounded as he pushed himself up. His arms were still around you, so he was slightly leaning over you as he looked at you. “Baby, it’s cold outside.”
“I really can’t stay,” You mumbled as you tried to avert his gorgeous eyes. “It’s been nice, but..”
“Baby, your hands are as cold as ice,” Pietro once again interrupted as he wrapped your freezing hands in his warm ones.
“The group is probably really worried about us, I should go try to see if we can get a signal again.”
“Beautiful, what’s your hurry?” Pietro lazily smiled down at you.
“Beautiful, please don’t hurry...” Pietro gently whispered to you as he gently turned your face towards him with one finger.
“I wish I knew how to break this spell...” You found yourself silently whispering to yourself as you gazed at his loving face. You didn’t even realize that you had said it out loud.
“Your eyes look like starlight now,” Pietro mumbled to himself as he brushed a piece of hair away from your eyes.
“I ought to say no,” You mumbled to yourself halfheartedly as you found yourself reaching up to play with his silvery-blonde locks.
“Mind if I move closer?” Pietro whispered to you as you lazily looked up at him. With a soft shake of your head, Pietro smiled as he brought himself closer to you.
“I really should go, y’know,” You said as you continued to play with his locks.
“Baby, it’s cold outside,” Pietro said as he cupped your cheek in his hand.
“Your sister will be suspicious,” You breathed out as you too brought your hand to his stubbly cheeks.
“Gosh your lips look delicious,” Pietro hummed as his thumb drifted over your bottom lip. Gazing into your (E/C) eyes, Pietro’s thumb kept swiping over your bottom lip. Slowly leaning in, his breath fanned over your face as his lips got closer and closer to yours. With one last look into yours eyes to ask if this was really okay, Pietro’s heart fluttered when you gazed up at him and nodded your head ‘yes.’
Not wasting another moment, Pietro’s lips met yours. He tasted like mint as his lips glided over yours, and you couldn’t help but reach up to grab his face to pull it closer to yours. Following your suit, Pietro too pulled your face closer to him as his fingers tangled into your hair. With a swipe of his tongue along your bottom lip, the kiss deepened as his tongue explored yours in a breathtaking kiss. Pulling away abruptly for air, Pietro gazed down at you and noticed your swollen red lips. Pietro smiled at you as you reached up once more to bring him back down to meet your lips in another amazing kiss. This one lasted longer than the first as you both took your time in kissing each other. Swinging one leg over your body, Pietro drew you closer to himself as you continued kissing. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck as his thumb brushed over your cheek.
When you two finally pulled away, Pietro laid down next to you as one of his hands played with the hem of your shirt as your hand cupped his stubbly cheek.
“I’ve been waiting to do that for forever,” Pietro whispered to you as he drew circles on your exposed skin. The blizzard had begun to slow down outside, finally allowing some visibility that was once not available.
“Me too,” You replied as he took the hand that was cupping his cheek, placing a gentle kiss to it. Soon your phone buzzed due to the signal being acquired. Lazily reaching behind you, you brought your phone to your face and read all of the messages that the team had sent you wondering where the two of you were and if you were okay.
“I suppose they want us to come back, don’t they,” Pietro sadly sighed out as you read off the messages.
“’Spose so,” You answered as you shut your phone back off. Seeing Pietro’s sad face at your once icy-prison turned blissful vacation ending, you tilted his chin up to face you. “But that doesn’t mean we have to leave just yet. It is cold outside, after all.”
Going along with your idea, Pietro cracked a smile. “And it is up to our knees, we wouldn’t be able to get to the quinjet.”
“Exactly,” You smiled as you brought yourself closer to him. “So,” You began, placing a kiss right under his jaw. “There’s no way,” another kiss, this time on his cheek. “That we could possibly leave,” yet another one, this time closer to the edge of his lips. With each kiss, Pietro’s smile grew wider and wider. “Since it is far too dangerous.”
“I completely agree, printesa,” Pietro grinned as he finally brought your lips onto his, continuing your blissful vacation as he inevitably fell deeper in love with you with each kiss.
