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Pietro Maximoff One Shot

Summary: You and Pietro pretend to go on a date as part of a mission. 

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“You’re wearing a dress.”

Your attention was suddenly caught by the familiar Sokovian voice, turning around on your heel to where Pietro Maximoff stood in quite a spiffy suit, his hair slicked back and his eyes gazing over your body. 

“Did you expect me to come in sweat pants and an old t-shirt?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him and he licked his bottom lip in a nervous manner but a small smile did come to his face. 

“I wouldn’t have been surprised,” he strode over to you, offering his hand which you reluctantly took as you were fully aware that your hand was clammy from how nervous you’d been while waiting, “did you make the reservation?” 

Your mouth fell open, “I thought you were going to do that!” 

Pietro gave a small laugh, guiding you to the waiter at the front of the restaurant. 

“Ah, reservation for Vladimir,” he said and the waiter nodded, looking through the reservations as you elbowed Pietro in the ribs. 

“Right this way, sir. Ma’am,” the waiter gave you a small smile before leading the two of you inside, the quaint restaurant filled with customers but to your surprise, the waiter took you past all of them to a backroom that was nearly empty except for two other tables - one had a couple at the table and the other one the furthest away from the door as possible with your targets seated at it. 

“Are you paying with cash or card?”

Pietro handed a card to the man, “card.” 

Soon, the waiter walked back to the front room and you and Pietro were left alone. You had a better view of your targets, Pietro’s back unfortunately turned to them due to the seating arrangement but you knew that it was especially hard to get seats in the back room of the restaurant you were at - only the richest of the rich could get seats here. 

“You used Tony’s card, didn’t you?” you asked Pietro who gave a sheepish smile. 

“Of course I did,” he smiled thankfully at the waiter who returned the card back, “we are the ones putting our lives on the line… we deserve a good time.”

“How do you suppose we have a good time when we’re supposed to be trying to figure out whether or not to start a raid on this place?”

He reached out, taking your hand from across the table and giving it a small, almost comforting squeeze.

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out,”

At first, you were taken aback by the gesture but as your eyes flickered over to the men you were meant to be targeting, you saw one of them watching you suspiciously.

“Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something?” you asked him and he gave a small laugh.

“I’m full of surprises,” he then took his hand away from yours, picking up when of the menus as your had stayed where it was, a slight tingly feeling occurring, “we’re meant to be in love, remember?”

You and Pietro ended up having quite a lovely night, both of you almost forgetting that you were on a mission and that you couldn’t just take Tony’s money whenever you like. However, halfway through dinner was when Clint came through your earpiece, asking you if the two of you were done flirting and ready to get to work.

So now, you were hiding behind a flipped table, reloading a gun as you looked around for Pietro.

“He’s outside,” Natasha yelled to you and you gave a small thankful nod, sprinting out of the scene (not before shooting a few bullets on the way out) and outside to where agents had surrounded the place.

“Have you been hurt?” one of the agents asked as you stepped over the crime tape, hearing loud gunshots from inside.

“No, they’re nearly done in there though,” and plus you’d get in Natasha’s way, you thought.

You found Pietro sitting just outside an ambulance, a medic just finished patching up one of his wounds and he gave you his familiar sheepish smile, indicating to you that he was just fine.

“Good first date,” you joked, taking a seat beside him and he gave a small laugh.

“Yes, I even took a bullet for you,”

“It’s true love,” you looked at his side for a moment, “did you actually take a bullet for me?”

“Did you not see me?”

“You do kinda run really fast,”

He shrugged, “it was nothing. It didn’t hit anything major and I’m allowed to go home.”

“You really didn’t need to do that.”

Pietro’s expression turned suddenly serious, “yes, I did.”

You weren’t given much time to question him before Clint was sitting beside the two of you, attending to his own wounds and talking to both of you.

“You two actually had me questioning if you’d been dating behind our backs,” he laughed, frowning at the blood stain on his shirt and muttering about how it was going to be difficult to get out. “You two haven’t been dating in secret, have you?”

“No, no!” you and Pietro said in unison, blushing furiously.

“All just an act,” you said nervously, “that’s our job, right?”

Clint laughed, sounding a bit relieved, “yeah, yeah, just a bit paranoid. I’d just rather not walk in on the two of you making out.”

“You never have to worry about that. Trust me.”

Lying on your couch lazily, you flicked through various TV channels, knowing that you shouldn’t expect anything amazing to be on at this time of night. Getting home from missions often left you with a lot of adrenaline, especially at this time of night, meant that despite being physically exhausted, your body didn’t want to sleep so you were stuck watching bad television. Pulling your blankets around you, you began to think back to the night’s events. You knew that you were only meant to be pretending to be in love with Pietro but you couldn’t help but begin to think that maybe you actually were. You liked being able to hold his hand, say cute things to him and have him being affectionate towards you but even he agreed that you two being together was something no one ever had to worry about. This made you bury your head in one of the couch pillow’s – why were you getting so caught up in this?

Halfway through a very early episode of Law and Order: SVU, your phone began to buzz on the table and you lazily reached over to pick it up. If it was Steve or Natasha telling you that you had another mission tomorrow night, you were going to be angry.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N),” it was Pietro who said your name very calmly from the other end of the phone, “how are you?”

“I’m fine – uh, how are you? Is everything okay?”

“I can’t sleep. Did I wake you?”

“No, I can’t sleep either. You sound strange though… are you okay?” you heard Pietro suck in a breath before responding.

“You said to Clint that tonight was all just an act and it was just part of our job… did you… did you mean that?”

You paused for a moment.

“No.”

“Okay… I usually like to kiss a girl after a first date.”

You smiled a little as Pietro’s usual confident self began to appear.

“Then you can kiss me when you see me next.”

“Oh lovely. Can you open your door then?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you got off the couch, pulling your blanket with you and still holding the phone to your ear although neither of you spoke. You put your phone down momentarily, slowly unlocking your door and opening it to see Pietro standing there with his phone held to his ear, the two of you staring at one another.

“Hi,” he said and you could already feel your cheeks burning up.

“Hi,”

Pietro stepped forward towards you, ending the phone call and putting his phone into his pocket.

“Just a kiss,” he murmured, his hand that had left yours all tingly raising to your cheek and your arms fell limp as he pressed his lips against yours, your blanket falling around your feet. A loud fight scene broke out in Law & Order but the two of you were too caught up to pay attention to the noise, your lips moving together as you shared a sweet kiss. As Pietro pulled away, a small smile was on his face and he let out the quietest of laughs.

“Clint won’t be impressed,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb across your cheek and you couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“We’ll just have to be really sneaky then.”

“I wouldn’t mind annoying him.”

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