Pietro always had a jealous streak. He knew this. Wanda had pointed it out to him many times. But it had gotten so much worse after he and his sister joined the Avengers. More importantly, after he met Y/n.
It didn’t help that all the Avengers were living in the same place (Stark tower) and that everyone loved Y/n. She was best friends with everyone on the team. It was amazing to watch her interact with all these different personalities.
Her and Clint talked constantly (gossip was one of their shared interests).
Steve loved to hang out with her. She was one of the only people he could talk about his past with. Y/n thought it was good for Steve to talk about it, healthy. And she came to him with any problems she need to talk through. They had a very symbiotic relationship.
Natasha and her had these little sleepover things that NO ONE was aloud to join. Pietro had tried sneak into one, one time, and it did not go well.
Bruce found Y/n had a calming effect and really liked when she visited him in the lab. She often came bearing food and caffeine - she was always a welcome sight.
Tony described Y/n as a mother hen. But in reality, she was only acted like that with him. A lot of bad decisions could have been avoided if Y/n was there. That being said, he still thought she was pretty cool.
Y/n loved being around Thor because he always had these amazing stories from Asgard. She thought she might like to visit it sometime. Plus he could lift her off the ground like she weighed nothing and she loved that.
Her and Wanda apparently got along really well too. Which both irritated and pleased Pietro. Pleased because it was good for his twin to have friends and irritated because he wanted it to be him.
Unfortunately for Pietro, Y/n was a very physical person. She showed her love through touch and that was not helping his jealously. This was not Y/n’s fault of course, she had the right to express affection in any way she liked and he knew that. He just wished that she expressed a little more for him. However at the same time, he was terrified that she’d reject him. Absolutely terrified.
So here he was, desperately trying to get more attention and less at the same time. An impossible task. Well that is, for anyone who wasn’t Pietro Maximoff.
Y/n woke early on a Saturday morning. Everything was calm. The sun spilt into her room, making golden puddles on the floor. She sighed and lay back, looking up at the ceiling. Today might actually be a peaceful day. The world wasn’t ending, Clint and Nat were back from their mission, and Tony (surprisingly) wasn’t throwing one of his crazy parties. It could be a nice day!
Or it could be really, really boring. She’d have to think of something to do… but there was plenty of time to do that after breakfast.
For the last week or so she had been getting gifts from a secret admirer. At first it was small stuff, like a handwritten note, or her favorite movie on disk. But then it started to larger - earrings, chocolates, stuff like that. Honestly, Y/n was psyched. This was probably one of the most exciting things to happen in her love life in a long time. Saving the word really puts a damper on the romance department.
Y/n slid out of bed and yawned as she walked to her door. She opened it and was about to walk through it when she noticed something. A big bouquet of white peonies mixed with forget-me-nots. Y/n practically shrieked. She put her hands over her mouth as she beamed. “Oh my god!” She whispered reverently. Who would send her these? Where these from the secret admirer or did Tony break something of hers again? These were her two favorite flowers in the whole wide world, who even knew that? Well Steve knew that. But why would he send her these?
Y/n bent down and picked up the vase they were in. There was a little note amongst the flowers. She plucked it out and read it.
I never thought angels existed until I saw you. Sometimes, when I look at you, I think I must be dreaming because I never thought such beauty was possible.
Y/n’s mouth dropped open. ‘Wow,’ She thought. These were not apology flowers or I’m-an-old-fart-that-doesn’t-know-how-to-express-my-feelings flowers. These were real romantic flowers. They were from the secret admirer. Y/n was so delighted she almost screamed.
She set down the vase on her bedstand and clutched the note in her hand as she skipped down to breakfast. Maybe this wouldn’t be a boring day after all.
Technically, the avengers didn’t have a set breakfast time but they always seemed to end up eating together. Clint thought it was because they were a team and worked so well together. Tony thought it was a coincidence.
But Y/n figured it was like this: Steve liked to get up early and cook a homemade breakfast, Thor liked to eat (especially Midgardian food), Bruce was actually on a schedule and just happened to be there, Tony liked food that he didn’t have to make himself, Nat liked to be in the middle of the action, and Clint liked to be with Nat. Wanda and Pietro where there too, but Y/n thought that was just because everyone else was.
Y/n walked into the kitchen. Just as expected, Steve was cooking, Thor was already eating a bagel, Tony was waiting patiently for good things to be handed to him, Bruce was sitting drinking his coffee while reading a newspaper, Natasha was sitting at the marble island in the middle of the kitchen and Clint was right next to her. The twins were there too, Wanda was chatting with Clint and Pietro was biting into an apple with his feet on the table.
Pietro looked at Y/n as she entered. He looked a little too happy to see her. Wanda elbowed him.
Y/n waltzed up to Steve, who was over by the stove.
“What’s cooking good looking?” Y/n said, leaning back on the counter to look at what Steve was making. Pancakes. YES!
Pietro sulked. He never liked it when she said that to Steve. And she said it practically every morning. Wanda could almost see the dark rain cloud forming over her brother’s head.
“Good morning Y/n,” Steve replied. He was used to that line. “Today we’re having, Bacon, fruit salad, Waffles, Blueberry pancakes, Chocolate chip pancakes, and regular pancakes!”
“Holy shit that’s a lot of food,” Y/n said raising her eyebrows, momentarily distracted from the note in her hand.
“Well we do have a Super soldier, a God, two athletes, and two mutants in our midst,” Tony interrupted. “Not to mention this sexy beast right here.” He gestured to himself.
“Sexy beast? Huh, I’m not seeing it,” Y/n said straight faced and then laughed at Tony’s expression.
The dark storm cloud over Pietro’s head got a little less dark.
There was a chorus of good mornings from everyone in the room; most just noticing Y/n was in there.
“Good morning Y/n,” Clint said sounding very cheerful. He was always a morning person. Y/n used to joke about the early bird gets the worm.
“Morning,” Bruce said not looking up from him paper.
“Good morning,” Wanda smirked.
“Morning Y/n,” Pietro smiled his most charming smile. ‘God he’s really attractive.’ She thought. ‘His accent just adds to it,’ Her attention was soon pulled away by Thor’s voice booming over the other’s.
“Ah, Lady Y/n,” He wasn’t shouting. He was just so much louder than everyone else. Honestly it was very startling. He strode over to her and put his arm around the girl. She was tiny compared to him. “It is good to see you this fine day. May I interest you in a bagel?”
“No thanks Thor. I’ll save room for the chocolate chip pancakes,” Y/n giggled.
“You’re missing out fair lady,” Thor ruffled her hair gently and she laughed, swatting his hand away.
Pietro bit into his apple with a little more force than necessary ‘vhy is she so damn cute?’ He thought
Wanda glanced at him. She knew exactly what was going on. The twins made eye contact for a minute. Pietro quickly looked away, focusing on the back of Dr. Banner’s newspaper.
Y/n walked over and sat down by Nat.
“Hey,” Natasha greeted. “So you want to do something today? I need to go shopping because all of my clothes got destroyed on this last mission. You wanna make a day of it?”
“Well, um, before we make plans,” Y/n’s voice high with excitement. “I think I need to tell you what happened to me today.”
“Something’s already happened to you today? It’s seven in the morning!” Steve said exasperated, as he started placing plates piled high with food in front of everyone.
The girl beamed and made this high pitch squeeing noise.
“What’s going on?” Natasha prompted a coy smile spreading on her face. “Does this have anything to do with Mr. Secret admirer?” She whispered. Of course Y/n had told Nat about the gifts she had been getting. They were best friends. And being the only girls (besides Wanda, who had only just joined) on the team, they had a special bond.
“Someone got me flowers! They were at my door this morning!” She exclaimed.
Noises of approval rang out. Thor laughed (not in a mean way, you understand, but in a genuinely happy way), Tony whistled, and Steve patted her on the back. Pietro sat up just a little bit in his seat, smirking. ‘She liked it,’ He thought. ‘Pretty sure she liked it,’ He had gone to a lot of trouble to find those flowers. Interrogating Steve to find out what she liked, running around to different parts of the country where each flower was in bloom. He was done in less than a minute of course. But for him that was a long time.
“ And, ” Y/n continued. “It had this note!” She passed the note to Natasha. She read it, nodding in approved. Then Clint snatched it and read the note out loud to the group.
Wanda had to cover her mouth to hide her laughter. She shot a meaningful look at her brother, who defiantly did not expect that everyone would hear that note.
“Wow,” Nat hummed. “That’s pretty nice.”
“Pretty nice?” Clint argued. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever read. Now why can’t I write stuff like that?”
“Because you have a bird brain,” Natasha smirked. Everyone laughed, expect for Clint who was glowering. There were far too many bird related puns in is life.
“Vhat types of flowers are zey?” Wanda asked innocently.
“Oh they’re my favorite, white peonies and forget-me-nots.”
“I didn’t know those were you’re favorite flowers,” Tony said with a mouth full of food. “Jarvis, remember that for me. That’ll come in handy when I break something again.”
“Please don’t break my stuff.”
“And they didn’t say who they are?” Steve asked, finally settling down to his own breakfast.
“Nope,” Nat answered.
“Do you have any guesses?” Wanda asked. Pietro could have strangled her.
“OH!” Clint gasped. “I bet it’s Rob from H.R. He always thought you were hot.”
“Shield has a H.R. department?” Y/n asked. “Also gross.”
“Yeah. Every company has a H.R. department.”
“I don’t know! Shield just never seemed like the type. ANYWAY, back to the point, honestly I don’t even remember what Rob looks like,”
“That’s a good thing,” Bruce muttered. Every turned to look at him, varying degrees of shock on their faces. Bruce didn’t usually say things like that. “What? He’s a total creep,”
“The Doc isn’t not wrong,” Nat agreed.
“Well it is a joyous occasion! Lady Y/n has a suitor! We should celebrate,” Thor said raising his glass of orange juice to make a toast.
“How about we celebrate when I find out who it is,” Y/n laughed placing a hand on Thor’s arm.
“Hundred bucks on Rob from H.R.,” Tony said.
“NO! YOU ARE NOT BETTING ON MY LOVE LIFE TONY! If you don’t cut it out, I will call Pepper.”
Everyone laughed. Not Tony though. That was something to be taken seriously.
Conversation switched as everyone enjoyed their breakfast. “So are you going to try and find this guy today?” Nat leaned over and whispered to her.
“Definitely. But I want to take a shower first.”
Breakfasted wrapped up and everyone went their separate ways. Pietro was very pleased that Y/n liked his gift but a little peeved that Rob from H.R. was getting the credit. Still, a win’s a win.
Wanda still could barely keep in her laughter. She couldn’t believe he actually went for it. And yet he was still too much of a wuss to actually tell her that HE liked her. This was the most entertaining thing she had seen her brother do in a long time, and he once broke in the pentagon.
After Y/n took a quick shower, she started getting ready for the day. She was still buzzing from the morning’s events. Putting on makeup took a while and getting dressed took even longer. But finally she was ready. Time to find out who the secret admirer was!
“Jarvis?” Y/n asked.
“Yes Ms. L/n?” The A.I. answered.
“Can you please tell me who was at my door this morning?”
There was a pause as Jarvis searched the security tapes. Y/n waited with an expectant smile on her lips. “I’m sorry Miss I can not,”
“What?” Y/n said in shock. “Did someone wipe the tapes?”
“No, no one did. Unfortunately, my cameras were not able to pick up anyone at your door. I’m sorry I can not be of more assistance.”
The girl huffed and stomped her foot. “Well, thanks anyway Jarvis.”
“Of course Ms. L/n,”
Time to find Tony. Maybe he could do something about this, or she could just yell at him for not making better cameras. Either way... fun!
Before running out the door, Y/n stopped for a moment and pick out of the peonies out of the vase. She tucked it delicately behind her ear, to keep her spirits up.
She walked all the way down to Tony’s “play area” (as he liked to call it). It was a long walk. All of the elevators were packed full of workers and S.H.E.I.L.D. staff and she didn’t want to wait. Plus Y/n didn’t want to run the risk of bumping into Rob from H.R. Gross. Just gross.
Y/n walked up to the secure door to Tony’s lab and punched in the code. He had told her one when he was drunk. Turns out that was a good thing for him, because much like Bruce he forgot to take care of himself. So Y/n would help.
“Tony? Are you in here?” It was quiet; there were none of the usual banging and crashing that accompanied Iron Man wherever he went. Y/n looked around the room, checking all the usual places he like to pass out (under the desk, in a closet, underneath one of his many cars) It was unlikely he was there, she just saw him this morning. It was worth a shot though. “Tonyyyyyyy,” She whined. She was not looking forward to climbing all those stairs again.
It’s possible he was in Bruce’s lab. So Y/n checked there next. Bruce as always, was sitting at one of his many desks pouring over blueprints. Y/n glanced around the room. No Tony.
“Hey Bruce! Have you seen Tony?”
No reply. “Bruce! Bruce?”
Still nothing. That was normal. He would get so immersed in his work he wouldn’t notice what was going on around him.
Y/n sighed and walked over to him. She hopped up and sat on the desk with ease. “Hey Bruce,” She said gently, tapping him on the shoulder.
“What huh?!?” He started, looking around.
“Don’t worry it’s just me,”
“Oh good, hi Y/n,”
“I was wondering if you had seen Tony around,”
“Tony? Why would you want to talk to Tony?” He muttered quickly slipping back into his thoughts.
“I just need to ok? Anyway, have you seen him?” The girl pressed, tapping his shoulder again to keep him engaged in the conversation.
“Oh um…I think I saw him in the kitchen.”
Y/n smiled… then thought about it more and frowned “You saw him the kitchen?”
The scientist nodded.
“Recently or this morning at breakfast?”
He paused and looked up from his work. “Oh,”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” She sighed again. “I’ll check anyway though, he could still be there,”
“Alrighy then, have fun with science!” Y/n hopped off the table and patted him on the arm.
“Will do.” Bruce muttered as she skipped out of the room.
There was no one in the kitchen either. The girl humphed and walked over the sink to pour herself a glass of water. Those stairs were a real work out. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
There was a whooshing sound near the hallway. Y/n popped one eye open.
“Pietro?” She called hoping it was him.
The young mutant paused as he heard his name called. It was Y/n! ‘Oh my god, did she figure it out?’ He thought. ‘Is zat good or bad?’ Either way he was going to see what she wanted.
He zipped over to her. She was facing away from him.
Y/n jumped. She wasn’t expecting him to be right behind her. She nearly chocked on her drink.
“Oh! You are there!” Y/n turned to face him.
Pietro paused; she was wearing a flower in her hair. One of his flowers. That thought alone was enough to make his heart soar.
“I wanted to ask you something,” She said.
“Ok,” Pietro’s heart leapt into his throat.
“Have you seen Tony?”
Pietro’s heat fell right back down again. A flash of annoyance flickered across his face. ‘Why couldn’t it have been me she vanted to see?’
“Um, no I haven’t sorry,”
“Oh… ok. Well thank you anyway,”
“Is Tony ze one who sent you those flowers?” He asked. ‘Keep it causal.’
Y/n laughed. “HA, no way! Something’s wrong with Jarvis’ video cameras and I need to yell at him about it,” She continued to giggle. “Tony crushing on me…EW!”
Pietro chuckled. ‘Thank god,’
“You know,” She said, thinking. “I could use some help, if you don’t mind,”
He smiled. “Of course! Where vere you going to look?”
“I was going to check the living room next,” She paused thinking. “The upper one… I hate that I have to specify that. Honestly! How many living rooms does a person need?”
He laughed again. “Come here,” Pietro gestured for the girl to come over.
“Ok? Aren’t you going to zip up there and check?” She walked over to him hesitantly.
“Nah zat vould be too easy… I’m taking you vith me,”
Y/n squeaked in excitement, clapping her hands. ‘She’s adorable. It’s not fair,’ Pietro thought.
“Ok so how does this work?”
“Here,” Pietro put his arm around her waste. “Put your arm around my shoulder,” She did. He then put his hand on the back of her neck. “For the whiplash,” He explained. His mouth as right next to her ear and it sent shivers down Y/n’s spine. Pietro pulled her closer to his muscular body. She blushed, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Y/n was most defiantly not ready. It was one of the most terrifying and exhilarating moments of her life. It felt like she was being pulled through water in slow motion. She felt her hair fly behind her and if Pietro’s hand hadn’t been there, she certainly would have hurt her neck. Y/n caught glimpses of things as they passed but nothing distinctive. Blurs of colors and wisps of light.
And just like that it was over.
Y/n stumbled. Her head was spinning and her stomach was in knots. She groaned and closed her eyes, putting a hand against her head.
“Are you alright?” Pietro asked concerned. He steadied her as she swayed and let her lean against him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just dizzy,”
“Oh. Zat happens sometimes. Here let’s sit you down,” He helped Y/n over to one of the couches.
If she hadn’t been so disorientated she would have noticed that they were indeed in the upper living room. Which was about two stories up from the kitchen. And it was only a few seconds later.
They both sat down together, Pietro still had his arm around her. Y/n groaned again and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I’m really sorry about zat. Some people get seasick… I should have warned you about that,”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,”
But Pietro did worry. ‘Vhat if she won’t like me now? Vhat if I just ruined any chance I had? ’ He couldn’t help but think that. However, he new it was just anxiety.
Y/n sat there with her head on his shoulder, trying to make her stomach stop turning. She couldn’t help notice how right this felt and how secure she felt with him. Y/n let the feeling of Pietro’s chest rising and falling calm her until her head stopped hurting.
There were a few moments of peaceful silence, where both of them just took in each other’s presence.
“You know, that was absolutely incredible. Really impressive. I can see way you don’t like to slow down,” Y/n finally said.
“Sank you. And you sink I’m bad now, you should have seen me when I was a kid,”
“Oh I know all about that. Wanda told us these crazy stories and I have been dying to find out if they’re true,” Y/n teased.
“Vait, what? Wanda…but… Vait who’s us?”
“Natasha and I. Wanda is now officially invited to all of our girl’s nights. It was a blast,”
“Zat little traitor,” Pietro couldn’t help but laugh. They both ended up in a pool of giggles on the couch still holding on to each other.
“Are you feeling better?” He asked after the laughter subsided.
“Yeah I am,” Y/n opened her eyes and noticed how close their faces had gotten.
“Do you still want to find Tony?”
“I don’t really want to get off of this couch,”
“You could do both…”
Y/n gave him a quizzical look.
“Meaning, I go find Tony and bring him here. And you never have to get off of the couch,”
Y/n was about to protest. The couch itself was not the reason she didn’t want to move.
“I’ll be back in a flash…”
She sighed reluctantly. “Fine-”
Before the word was even out of her mouth there was a gust of wind and suddenly Tony was standing in front of her. Pietro was standing behind him with his hand on the back of his neck.
“This is… not my room,” Tony was very confused. “What just happen- OH, Speedster! Warn a guy would ya?” The genius swatted Pietro’s hand away.
“That’s not fair! How come he doesn’t get dizzy?”
“Oh hey Y/n, didn’t see you there. How are you two lovebirds doing?”
Y/n hoped her cheeks weren’t red and Pietro smacked Tony on the back of his head.
“She vanted to ask you something,”
“Oh um yeah, Tony, I was trying to figure out who gave me those flowers this morning and Jarvis said he couldn’t pick up anything and I want to know why,”
Pietro froze. He hadn’t known this was why she needed Tony. He really didn’t want to be here when she figured it out. Just in case she didn’t like him. Oh god what if she didn’t like him?
‘NOPE,’ He thought. ‘Time to go!’
“IjustrememberedsomethingIhavetodorightnowbye,” He said and sped out of the room.
There was a pause and both people stared at the spot where Pietro had been standing a second before.
“What a dork,” Tony snickered. “Yeah I’ll take a look at the cameras,”
They walked all the way down to Tony’s lab (Y/n thighs protested all the down) until they were both looking at a hologram image of the footage from outside Y/n’s door.
“Jarvis said he couldn’t pick up anything,” Y/n said as she watched Tony flick the images in the air around.
“Well Jarvis is not me. HERE! I have something,”
Y/n and Tony leaned in closing to the image.
“It looks like a blur,” Y/n said.
“Give me a second, God!” Tony did something to the image that Y/n didn’t understand. The image sharpened and finally they could make out a form.
“Is that… Pietro?” Y/n tilted her head.
Tony groaned. “CRAP! I owe Bruce a hundred bucks. Why couldn’t it have been Rob?”
Y/n was too shocked to react to Tony’s comment. Her heart was fluttering. What this some kind of joke? Did he really like her? A tiny hesitant smile crept across her face.
“So guessing by your smile, you’re about to become Mrs. Speedster aren’t you?”
“Thanks for your help!” She said as she hurried out of the lab, her tiny smile turning into a huge grin.
“Don’t forget to use protection!” Tony called after her.
Y/n rolled her eyes and walked a little faster. She decided to check Pietro’s room. She wanted to find him as soon as possible. She dodged personnel and staff as she walked, lost in her own thoughts. ‘Oh my god, this is really happening,’ Her heart felt like it was going to pound right out of her chest.
When she got to Pietro’s door, Y/n paused. What was she even going to say to him? Her nerves almost got the better of her. She was this close to walking away. But finally, she forced herself to knock.
No response. Which was strange, considering he always answered the door before she had even finished knocking. Maybe he wasn’t here?
The door opened and Pietro poked his head out. They just looked at each other for a moment.
“Hey,” Y/n said.
“Hey,” Pietro’s eyes flicked down to the girls lips.
“Can… I come in?” She asked.
“Um, yeah… just let me clean up first,” He zipped away and back again. Y/n didn’t have to wait for a second.
“There. Done,” Pietro panted, rubbing the stitch in his chest. “Come in.”
Y/n walked into his room. Everything was sparkling clean; it even smelled nice. Y/n let out an anxious breath as she sat down on the bed. Pietro sat next to her. The boy nervously bounced his leg as he waited for her to say something. Anything.
But he never did have much patience.
“So you figured it out huh?”
She looked at him and giggled. “You didn’t make it easy for me. I had to drag Tony into it!”
Pietro forced a smile. It’s hard to have a sense of humor about something that he wanted so badly. He wanted her so much it hurt. He felt sick whenever she laughed at Steve’s joke or sat on Thor’s lap. He wanted her more than he could’ve ever imagined. He didn’t know what he would do if she said no.
Y/n looked at him, noticing how nervous he was. The bouncing leg, furrowed brow, fiddling fingers. She smiled. There was no need for that. And what kind of person would she be if she didn’t put his nerves to rest?
Y/n leaned in and pressed her lips gently to his. It was beautiful and exciting and terrifying at the same time. Time seemed to freeze and in that moment, everything was good and everything was warm. The kiss was enchanting and wonderful and neither of them wanted it to stop.
But finally Y/n pulled back and grinned.
Honestly, Pietro didn’t quite know what just happened. He blinked a couple times, not moving. ‘Oops I broke him,’ Y/n laughed lightly at his expression
“So… you liked the flowers?”
“Yeah, I liked the flowers. And everything else.”
And faster than a blink of an eye Pietro was leaning over Y/n, his lips on hers, his hands in her hair. She jumped a little not expecting it.
Y/n laughed and lightly pushed him off. “You know you might need to slow down with me. Is that going to be a problem?”
“No. It’s not,” He gazed into her eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he this happy. “Anyzing for you.”