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WITH GREAT POWER: a X-Men Apocalypse short comic

In which Quicksilver unlocks his ferrokinesis. Full comic under the cut!

Tried my hand out at designing an au outfit for Quicksilver (or what Apocalypse might’ve designed for him, given his abilities)!

HC if he was the one that Apocalypse recruited instead of Erik:

- Erik would’ve taken his place rescuing Charles and everyone, maybe would’ve found out that Peter was his son from Peter himself while in battle

- En Sabah Nur would’ve helped him unlock his dormant ability to control metal (another clue to help Erik connect the dots that That’s His Son Right There-)

- He’d strike up a friendship with Ororo right off the bat!!! And continue it when they both enroll in Professor X’s school

✨ you already know ✨

Silver Lining | Pietro Maximoff x Male!Reader

A/N: Wait! Don’t scroll away disappointed. Let me explain why this is not a Tom fic. So rewind a couple of years back. Before I fell head over heels for this British Spidey actor, I didn’t have any particular crush. Just a void. I admit, I fancied Chris Evans. Everyone does right? That was until Age of Ultron was released. Boy oh boy! In a matter of minutes into the movie, I developed this insane crush on Aaron Taylor Johnson playing Quicksilver. I’d seen Kick-Ass before that, but ATJ never struck me like this before. 

But as quickly as that crush grew and blossomed, Pietro (and ATJ) were ripped from out midst. Leaving behind this gap where I felt a growing sense of the Maximoff’s were done wrong. With poor Wanda and her story development in WandaVision. I knew they could do better. Especially my beloved Pietro. 

Why end it like that…? So I felt like I had to right the wrong. I wanted to for a long time. I adore ATJ, his person and his work. And seeing him announced as Kraven fills with me utmost joy. But that means we probably won’t see Pietro ever again. It’s a loss, but a otherwise great development for ATJ. Good for him! 

So, with me needing a little break from writing Tom, I took my ideas to the paper. And I could once again start daydreaming about my ATJ. 🤤

And this is the result. It’s massive. Close to 19k in words. And filled to the brim with banter, growing love interests, conflicting agenda’s and a bit of extra depth for Pietro. It may not me accurate. But I’m damn proud of it. It’s a labor of love. And I hope you enjoy it. 

If you don’t, or are disappointed in me, I promise you, the next one is with Tom. But I can’t guarantee this is the last Pietro fic though

Take care! 

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Summary: You’ve been growing closer to Pietro after the fight in Sokovia. All the Avengers know better, but neither the two of you have the courage to take the next step.

Warnings: Drinking, cursing & smut

Words: 18.9K

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The machine roared to life, shaking and shuddering as it began spewing the hot beverage into your mug, a slow but steady stream. Drowning out all other nearby sounds. A slow draft of steam clouded before you. Or was it smoke? You chuckle to yourself, wondering how such a high-tech compound like the Avengers has such old inefficient machines. With your folders and tablet under your arm, you pick up the mug and head for the hallway. A busy discussion was brewing in the lounge. A mix of Avengers, Guardians, Gods, and mutants alike. One voice overshadowing the other even louder. But even though the noise you hear out your name, calling you.

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We need more reader inserts with a chronically ill reader. That’s it. That’s the post.

"Let me come home.."

❝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭❞

now playing — 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫

AURORA; she/her. entp. dancer. writer. brown. 18. dramatic. brat. golden. mind engraved by aaron taylor johnson. slytherdor. sirius black kinnie. tony stark kinnie. classic asshole. romantic anarchist.

— i tend to be a bit strange, but all the good writers are anyway.

❝𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

welcome to whatever chaos i’ve created .ᐟ

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personal blog — @auroras-philosophicals

my names aurora, but you can call me rora .ᐟ

some things to note before you venture into my blog even more;

i go by she/her; but im not that sensitive about it — call me whatever. i may write under dark theme but please note that this is all fiction, none of it is real (sadly i know).

i do take requests but i will pick and choose to my liking — if it is under themes that i quite literally cannot bring myself to write, i won't write it.

somethings im not comfortable with:

piss kinks

necrophilia

maschalagnia

misogyny

rape kinks

by all means, this is an open space, feel free to ask me anything you want. comments, reblogs, and likes, are very much appreciated. i love it so much, i might even print your comment out and paste them on my walls.

and please do note, some of my works are directed to mature audiences, i am not responsible for whatever it is that you read, but i will warn you before you continue any further.

if you see me doing asks anywhere, you did not. you were just overthinking it.

& that's pretty much it... have fun .ᐟ

𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Previous Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5, Ch. 6

Chapter 7

Summary: Getting a new change of scenery, you guys try to come up with plans on how to survive through this temporary change until you can get answers. The four of you hope you can get by with the aid of your colleagues, though it isn’t Steve, nor Bucky.

Warnings: AU, Swearing

Word Count: 2,513

Czech Translations:

Kapička- Droplet

Drahý- Dear

Song Suggestions: Where Will I Go- Brief Encounters, Let’s Live For Today- The Grass Roots, Evil Is Going On- Canned Heat, Freaking Out The Neighborhood- Mac DeMarco

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You turned to look at each other, letting the radio host’s announcement sit. “But how?” Wanda mumbled.

You didn’t have any leads as to what could’ve possibly led to another time jump. You suggested that the crash might’ve caused it, though Vision shook his head to the suggestion. “It doesn’t seem likely. Last time this occurred, we were in the diner, not the car, which only voids us of an answer.” He stated while picking up a piece of mail from the floor and grabbing a pen. He began to jot down the years they were dropped into and the events that took place beforehand.

You peered at the paper inquisitively. “What’re you doing?”

“Taking note of our circumstances every time this transpires, so we could potentially find a correlation.” He sighed after writing down the last word onto the piece of mail. “And hopefully a cause.”

A frown started to etch itself onto Pietro’s face once he ripped his gaze from the paper to look up at you all. “So we bought clothes for nothing?”

Wanda took a deep inhale and turned to look out the car window. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue with you.”

“It was money spent on nothing! And what happens when we run out? We don’t have the money Tony has!”

Your brows furrowed at this. “He’s got a point. We don’t know how long we’ll stay in here and if the money we have will be enough.” You started to bite your nails anxiously as you tried to think of ways to deal with this situation. “We should keep the things we buy within this car. The car so far has come with us, regardless of location, so it looks like our best bet.”

“Looking for brief jobs could be a start to saving if that’s the case then. Or if we’re fortunate enough to have an avengers-esk team in this reality, then we might be able to get employed for the time being. And maybe get answers.” Vision added.

Wanda reluctantly nodded and huffed; hating to admit her brother had a point. She gazed at the flickering neon lights from a sketchy motel and grimaced a the sight. “A place to stay as payment would be nice too.”

“Can you not zap us into an apartment?” Pietro faced you.

You shook your head. “It doesn’t work like that. I can only transport myself so far.” You said in slight frustration. “Still working on transporting people with me.” You muttered the last part.

“I get why they needed me now.” He taunted under his breath; earning a flick on the forehead from you and his sister. He rubbed the spots after slapping both of your hands away. “Why am I always targeted?! Vision never has to endure this.”

His sister rolled her eyes. “Vision is not annoying.”

The compliment seemed to catch him off guard, judging by the red pigment dusting his human colored skin. “Oh, thank you. I think.”

“No problem, Vis.”

“Okay so Vision is amazing. Great!” Pietro then gestured to the building across the street. “Where are we going to stay at tonight, cause that motel over there should not even be in service.”

“The only thing we can do is drive around to find another place. Unless a store that sells a map of the town is still open at-” You check the time written on the car radio. “1:34 in the morning. And even if we do buy a map, we don’t know how long it’ll be useful for before we jump into another fucking world!” You sighed exasperatedly; your hands covering your face as your head dropped. You could feel a headache coming on by the uncertainty of all this. You hated not knowing how long this would last and how you could make this work for a long period of time, if it came to that.

Pietro’s demeanor softened as he saw you hide behind your hands. He carefully reached out and gingerly brought them down onto your lap. “It’ll be fine. We will find somewhere to stay at, and if not tonight, we have the car, no? Then when the sun comes up, we will search for a motel. Hopefully one that does not have a sign that will fall onto us the moment we enter.” You snorted at the description. “If we find ourselves here for more than a day, we will do what you and Vision have said and take it one step at a time, okay? We will get out of here. It might take time. And that’s okay. All that matters right now is that we can find somewhere to sleep at.” He murmured while peering into your eyes, gently squeezing your hands in his. “And I don’t want to find out what you’re like in the morning when you don’t have a goodnight sleep.” A toothy smile found it’s way onto his face once your eyes rolled and a smile broke out. “Y’know, I can run around the city until I find a good place that’s open?”

You frowned. “It’s like stupidly hot right now though.” Even though his idea really would help, you did feel guilty if he had to run in the heat like this.

“I’ve been through worse, kapička. But your pampering flatters me.” He winked; the wide smile remaining on his face. “Wait here, I’ll be back.” And just like that he was gone with only a gust of wind left to take his place.

You fixed your being and fluttered your lashes; your eyes adjusting to the abrupt charge of air that just hit it. “I do wish he gave us more time to prepare when he did that.”

Less than five seconds later, he came back and was seated. He held his hand in his lap, though it seemed as if he was discreetly angling it away from you. One slight tilt to the left was enough for you to catch a glimpse of the blue ink on it, and the lines marking his hand. He turned to look up at you and swiftly put his hand back down onto his lap. “Take a right.”

“He needs to write down how to get somewhere when he gives someone else directions. Or else he’ll forget cause he is not going at the speed he typically goes at.” Wanda said unamused as she leaned into the space between the two front seats.

“Y’know it doesn’t cost you to keep quiet.”

“You were going to make a fool of yourself if you kept looking down at your hand throughout the whole ride. I just saved you from further embarrassment, you should be thankful.”

Pietro grumbled at that and continued with giving you directions until you found a safe enough motel and booked a room. You all got rest and went to nearby stores for luggages and clothes the next morning. You each shopped for a few clothing items, just in case you did get transported after a day. You kept them in the car when not in use after buying; testing to see if your theories were correct for the next time it occurred. You also bought a few basic necessities in small increments for the same reason.

You each got ready for the day with your new outfits and repeated the process from two days ago. Except instead of proving if this were an alternate timeline, this time you were looking for evidence of your teammates potential existence in this world. And as if hearing your pleas, it didn’t take long to find that they did. Or at least two of them did. Clint and Nat. The thing was, they didn’t have an agency like S.H.I.E.L.D. but were rather faceless vigilantes. You figured you could work with that. The issue was finding a way to get in contact with them.

That is where the four of you found yourselves; waiting in dangerous parts of the city, hoping to catch one of them in the midst of a fight. That plan didn’t go over well as three nights had gone by and nothing.

“They are not going to show up.” Pietro said after 20 minutes of waiting on the fourth night. “It’s only two of them in this city, there’s no way we’ll spot them like this.”

“What do you suggest then?”

“Get their attention.” He shrugged.

You raised your brow. “How though?” He dashed off and came back in less than a second with a bandana on his head and two holes cut where his eyes would be.

“Join the action.” He grinned and held out bandanas and ski masks.

Wanda took a bandana. “You could’ve just tied it around half of your face.”

“I needed to cover my hair.”

“It barely covers it. Use this, not the cloth.” Wanda plucked out a ski mask to hand it back to him while you and Vision took the two articles of clothing left.

Pietro was visibly upset at the suggestion. “It’s not as cool.”

The four of you went on to stalk different sections of the city; fighting lawbreakers with your new attire that Pietro supplied for you all by ‘borrowing’ after getting the head pieces. You all agreed upon not using powers, as it seemed this world hasn’t had superbeings, so you used hand to hand combat instead. You heard nothing from them that night, but at least the city caught wind of the four of you. And that in itself could’ve been the reason that on the fifth night, you were confronted by the pair after having taken down some criminals.

“Interesting suits. Pretty sure I saw that very shirt just three blocks down.” You turned around to see Clint and Nat behind you; weapons not held up but not fully put away either.

“Got these on discounts.” Pietro spoke up.

Nat tilted her head at that and raised her brow. “Wasn’t aware 13th street and 9th were having a sale?”

You turned to look at Pietro with furrowed brows as if asking “where did you get these?” He ignored your stare and responded to Natasha mockingly. “You keep track of all the clothes in the city?”

“We got some complaints.”

“I thought you were fighters not landlords.”

“Yeah well people talk when four new crime fighters enter the scene with theft already on their hands. Congrats, you made the headlines if that was what you wanted.” Clint held up a newspaper packet with four separate pictures of the four of you fighting in your ‘suits.’ “It’s how we got the complaints when residents saw their clothes on the front page.”

Pietro avoided the gaze from his twin, you, and Vision as he stared off onto the street. You shook your head and rolled your eyes before facing the duo in front of you. “Right, we’re sorry about that. We’ll return these in the morning. Guess we should’ve been careful about who runs errands for us.” You chuckled with a strained smiled; hoping Pietro caught the jab. “We really didn’t mean to get off on the wrong foot with you and the neighborhood.”

“As long as you don’t steal again, we’ll be in the clear.” The pair was about to leave, yet Clint turned around once more. “And you guys should keep the talking to a minimum when fighting or in your suits. Most of you have distinguishable accents. Just a heads up if you don’t want trouble with the law.”

Your eyes widened a smidge upon the realization. You weren’t a masked hero and the twins, and Vision, were meant to be maskless as well, when joining the team. It genuinely slipped your mind that you could get recognized by your way of speaking. So in an attempt to keep in contact with the vigilantes, and get guidance, you asked them if they could mentor the four of you. The two looked shocked and glanced at each other before returning their gazes onto you all.

“What are you guys some type of teen titans?” Clint teased.

Your mouth opened to make a retort but then closed back up. To be fair, you did have a robot, who may not have been half human, but felt and thought like one. And you had Wanda who was like a sorceress. Pietro was just…Pietro you guess. To his credit, he does have the confidence, flirtatiousness, and agility (except more enhanced) that resembles Nightwing’s; with a humor that mirrors Beast Boy’s. Plus, while you weren’t an alien, you could teleport.

Shit Clint was right to a degree without even knowing. And you were going to keep it that way too. You cleared your throat. “No, though some tips and tricks would help greatly. We can fight but the whole being discreet and covering our tracks is still new to us.”

They shared looks as if having a mental conversation until Nat nodded whilst letting out a sigh. “Alright then. Training starts tomorrow night at 8 on the dot. Bring new threads. Preferably ones that don’t have a five finger discount. Uh-” She held her index finger up and brought her other hand up to her ear while nodding. “Copy. We’ll get there soon.” She hinted at Clint that they had to go with the tilt of her head.

“Right, well nice chat, but we’ll have to cut this shor- Alright! Alright! We’re going! Jesus have some patience man, I can’t think when you’re yelling in my ear.” He huffed and nodded in acknowledgment towards the four of you; Natasha following along before taking off. Unfortunately, they were too quick to leave that you had failed to ask where to meet them at.

The next morning….

“This should be it.” You said once you finished folding the last clothing item. “I can’t believe you broke into these people’s homes.” You said under your breath while shaking your head.

Pietro collected the clothes from you and furrowed his brows. “I didn’t break into their homes.”

“Then how’d you get these?”

“From the clothes they hang outside to dry.” He shrugged. “Don’t leave your clothes out if you don’t want them to get stolen.” You gave him a deadpanned look, causing him to put his hands up in defense. “Hey, you said we needed to save, so I went with the best method! Look, all the stores were closed, and you didn’t like me stealing from a vendor yesterday.”

“So you stole from everyday people?”

“They’re getting it back are they not?”

“After we found out through Nat and Clint.”

“See? Perfect! It all worked out.” He taunted and then leaned in to peck your temple. Before you could react, he ran off; his words echoing in place of him, “Thank you for the help, drahý!” You hadn’t even processed the sound of something falling onto the bedside table, until the items caught the corner of your eyes. Pietro left you with your favorite snack and drink, along with a note that read “I said I’d get your snacks next time ;)”

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A/N: Not much to say besides hoping you guys liked or okay with the change!

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Previous Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5

Chapter 6

Summary: Choosing to see a play with Steve and Bucky, the four of you go shopping for clothes to fit in with the times. You and Wanda simultaneously bother Pietro, causing him to grow irritated. The irritation transfers into the theater where you just happen to be lucky enough to sit beside Bucky and Pietro.

Warnings: AU, Swearing

Word Count: 2,120

Czech Translations:

Jdi do prdele- go to hell/piss off/fuck off

Miláček- Sweetheart/Darling

Kapička- Droplet

Drahý- Dear

Song Suggestions: Gimme Little Sign- Brenton Wood, Green Tambourine- The Lemon Pepper, I Heard it Through the Grapevine- Marvin Gaye, Full Moon, Empty Heart- Belly the Band

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You rummaged through the clothing racks, trying to find outfits so that you could stand out less with your modern-day clothes. You picked out a shirt and held it up while thinking of what to pair it with.

“What’s his name again?” Pietro spoke up from behind you.

“Hmm? Who?”

“Steve’s friend.”

“Do you mean Bucky?” Vision replied while putting on a sweater Wanda had suggested he try on.

“Yes Bucky.” He muttered before messing with a mannequin’s pose. “He’s a bit much, no?”

Wanda withheld a smirk and responded with, “You would know best about that, wouldn’t you Piet?”

Pietro then scoffed at the notion. Your focus drifted onto them and you noted the same mischievous look in Wanda’s eyes that Pietro usually gets before he purposefully gets on someone’s nerves. You shook your head and stopped a grin from spreading onto your face as you went back to sifting through the hangers. “And what do you mean by that dear sister?” Sarcasm dripping off of the so called words of endearment.

“He’s a spitting image of you with the way he acts.” She paused to look at a blue dress, ignoring the offended and shocked expression Pietro gave her.

“Do you take joy lying on my name?” He muttered with somewhat raised brows and squinted eyes. “He does not resemble me at all. He comes on too strong and lays it on—what is it you say?” He turned to face you and Vision.

“Lays it on too thick?” Vision piped up.

“Yes, that.”

“I don’t know Pietro, sometimes you do.” You added to further fuel the fire Wanda started, earning you a slight smirk from her.

“Miláček, you too?” He said in dramatic disbelief. The puppy dog eyes he gave you, did make you feel a faintly guilty if only for a moment.

You shrugged and gave him a sympathetic smile. “You’re not that discreet.” This makes him look to Vision for confirmation.

“Uh, well- I’m not really sure what might be too much. That can be subjective, so it would depend on the feelings of the people you hit on.” Vision clearly wanted to stay out of it, attempting to be neutral so that he can simply go back to shopping.

“Kapička, am I too much for you?” Piet returned to facing you, still in disbelief. “Do I lay it down too thickly?” The tone he said it in pulled at your heart strings, but you couldn’t help chuckling quietly at the way he worded the last question.

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” You continued to tease him with your “consolation.”

He crossed his arms with a small pout on his face. “‘Yes’ as an answer would’ve hurt less.”

His sister rolled her eyes. “You are being dramatic.”

He rolled his eyes in return and huffed. He continued to follow you and Wanda through the store, holding the piles of clothes you all sought out before you went to the changing rooms. You modeled for each other, seeing which pieces were the best before heading to the check out.

Once all of you were ready, you drove to the library to meet up with the Bucky and Steve. After they directed you on where the theater was, the six of you bought a ticket and went in. You didn’t think much of your seating placement; not paying much attention as you all filed into your row. It wasn’t until you sat down and saw that Pietro was on your left and Bucky on your right, that you wished you had pre-planned the seating. Not that you have issue with either of them, but knowing that Pietro wasn’t exactly fawn of Bucky meant that his patience with him was thin. You simply sat and hoped the two of them didn’t do or say much for the next two hours.

An hour into the play and you started to shudder due to the theatre’s air conditioning. “You’re not cold are you hun?” Bucky whispered after he saw you shiver. He put his hands on his coat, signaling he was ready to take it off if you needed it.

“Oh you don’t have to, but thank you for the offer.”

“No really it’s fine. I’d rather not have you sit here cold. I’m sure the change in temperature here must be hard to adjust to.” He smiled and gently rested his sweater on you. “There. All better. Is that sitting comfortable enough for you?”

You nodded and smiled bashfully. “It’s sitting just perfectly, thank you. You sure you won’t get cold?”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout me, sweetheart, I got my own ways of staying warm. Plus your presence would’ve been enough either way.”

“Well that’s awfully kind of you then-”

“No, go on talk louder, I can still hear the play.” Pietro butted in while leaning towards the two of you.

Your head whipped towards him. “You didn’t even want to watch the play.”

“That was before I took a seat and paid for it.” He grumbled before leaning back into his seat once more. He sat there, shoulders tense and arms crossed, glaring at the play in front of him. Bucky was taken a bit aback, but didn’t make a comment as he returned to viewing the play. The three of you were quiet for awhile until Pietro leaned into your side and looked at you through his peripheral. “Are you actually cold?” He murmured.

“Kinda.”

“Do you want my warmth?”

You debated the answer and then nodded; moving closer to him once his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You felt the heat from his arm instantly warm you up, thanks to his superhuman makeup. You couldn’t help snuggling further, seeking more while Pietro secured his hold on you with his other arm joining in.

“Do you want?” He whispered softly as he took out a pack of m&ms.

You shook your head yes and grabbed a few pieces. “When did you get these?” You whispered back.

“When the stall man wasn’t looking as we passed by.” He said in a pleased tone while he ate one.

“Pietro!” A swift, but light, smack was felt on his abdomen.

“What, like an m&m would ruin his business? And if it does, he’s bad at selling.”

“It’s not right to steal regardless.”

“What if I get your favorite snack next time?” A cheeky grin painted his face. You raised your brows and pursed your lips as they sorta extruded. “C’mon don’t give me that, drahý. How about snack and drink? I know you’d like that.” He smiled when he poked your side. You chuckled while squirming away and nudged his hand.

“Hey Pietro, mind keeping it down?” Bucky whispered, purposefully mimicking Pietro.

The smile instantly left his face once he replied bluntly. “I do.”

“Be nice.” You butted in.

“You heard them Bucky.” Pietro looked over at him, only to receive a snap on his wrist from his bracelet. “Miláček-” He pouted.

“I meant you.”

“I was! I was…neutral.”

“Sure you were.”

“It’s okay, I’m sure he was just being earnest.” Bucky smiled politely, though in Piet’s eyes it was a fake smile.

“I was.” He curtly responded before looking at the play once more and subtly nudging you closer to him. The two of them stayed quiet for the rest of the play, deciding not to fuss anymore as Wanda and Steve’s glares kept them in line. Before splitting ways however, you made sure to set up plans with Steve and Bucky to show you another spot in the city for another day.

“You couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” Wanda said as soon as you dropped Steve and Bucky off.

Pietro groaned. “He was the one talking during the play. How is it that I’m rude for telling him to fuck off, but him talking isn’t?”

“You do things like that all the time, and now you care when somebody else does it?!”

“I do care cause he can’t stop flirting when we’re supposed to be watching something!”

“You do that to others as well!”

“Well I was watching the show!”

“Oh really? Name three characters, quick!”

“Jdi do prdele!” Pietro spat out, followed by some more Sokovian words exchanged between the twins. You and Vision shared glances. You opted for bringing the windows down to let the wind muffle their arguing and in the meantime, Vision turned the radio up and switched through the stations until he found one he liked.

Vision inched closer to you from behind your seat to whisper, “you think we should get a different room for them tonight?”

“Definitely.”

“Maybe ice cream too. Might help them cool off. And I would also like to try it.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at that. “Oh yeah, I guess you’ve never tried it before right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Well we can head to an ice cream parlor after they’re calmer.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

After an hour of letting the two steam off in separate rooms, you and Vision eventually coax them into coming out for ice cream. The ice cream luckily ended up aiding in making them let loose once more. They even ended up both getting a scoop of strawberry and then a different flavor for their second scoop. You would think there would be a stark contrast between the way they added toppings to their ice creams, but they both went all out, which you couldn’t help but to find a bit funny.

“How do y’all like it?”

“Its delicious.” Pietro mumbled while stuffing his face.

Wanda agreed as she took another spoonful. “It’s sweet. I like that. Helps with this heat too.”

Pietro nodded along. “Sokovia never felt like hell.” He paused. “Well not when it came to high temperatures.”

“Y’all must be sweating your balls off then?”

They both shook their heads yes while they silently ate the rest of their dessert. The silence made you realize just how exhausted the heat had them as you watched the sweat beads drop from their foreheads.

“Do you feel the humid air?” You suddenly turned to Vision. You didn’t know much about him; being that he was born (at most) four weeks ago, and you only knew him for one week and some days.

“I can tell what the weather is but I don’t feel the pressures of it the way you may might. Except if it were extreme to the point of affecting my makeup.”

“Wow so you don’t even feel relieved from the ice cream?”

He chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Not really no, but it is interesting—texture wise.”

“You can’t taste it?!”

“I can’t taste any foods.”

“That does check out, but damn. I’m gonna have to ask Tony if he can like install a flavor palette for you or something.”

“I’m not sure it’s really necessary but I appreciate the thought.”

“You’ll be missing out on a whole world though! And it can help you with cooking.”

He gave you a quizzical look. “Cooking? But I don’t need to eat. In fact, it’s probably best I eat on occasion so I don’t ruin my mechanics.”

“True, but you can impress someone with your cooking skills.”

“Me being a robot wouldn’t make the cut?” His question ended up getting a snort out of you and the twins.

“Fair. It’s just another skill you can add to the list of things to impress someone with.”

“I’ll consider it.”

By the time you all finished, the sun was down and the crickets’ chirping followed you no matter which way you went. You were driving back to the motel with the windows down to combat the humidity. You had just stopped at a red light, humming along to a song playing on the radio when you were abruptly jolted as a result of a car crashing into you. Thankfully, Pietro was fast enough to ensure no one got injured. However, the thought was overshadowed by a shaking in the ground, and a thunderous noise that was soon followed by a bright flash. Each of you covered your eyes and then uncovered after awhile, wondering if you jumped timelines again. You looked around to see that it was still night, yet the car that crashed into you wasn’t there anymore. The radio sputtered, switching and glitching through stations until it steadied itself with the voice of a radio host coming through.

“And don’t forget to call in to enter our contest! One lucky caller could get a ticket to the Monterey Pop Festival this weekend. So make sure to mark your calendars for June 16th through the 18th cause ’67’s lineup will be a gas!”

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Following chapters:

Chapter 7

A/N: Praying y’all liked this chapter! Also just wanted to clarify that y’all jumped like 4 years further into the 60s, since you entered it in 1963☝️🤓 And I’m trying to have Pietro be more true to his character cause I’m pretty sure in the MCU he is supposed to be sorta short tempered. So please tell me if y’all think something he said wasn’t Pietro-esk. Though it is kinda hard to make it true to him cause he’s literally only in one movie😭 That being said, it’s also difficult with Vision cause I swear they have him say like 5 lines in the whole franchise🗿

On another note, I like to imagine that the twins go all out on their ice cream toppings because it momentarily makes up for a childhood they never fully got to have. Something about a strawberry scoop for both makes sense to me and idk why.

This is also how I imagine them to be while/after eating ice cream on that hot ass day.

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Chapter 5

Summary: After not finding the Avengers in the compound, you all head to a motel instead. You and Pietro find no luck in catching shut eye though, so you attempt to teach him to drive. The four of you then spend the next day searching for answers on your circumstances, causing you to bump into a familiar face and a friend to that familiar face, who happens to be very friendly.

Warnings: AU

Word Count: 1,809

Czech Translations:

Kapička- Droplet

Song Suggestions: She’s not there- The Zombies, Runner- Tennis, Before We Begin- Broadcast

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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“We have the car.” Pietro stated as if it was obvious.

“If I damage her, Tony is going to kill me.”

“Tony can’t get to you right now.”

“Ok, but when we do get back, he’ll kill me. And I doubt he’ll excuse the fact that we just wanted to have fun.”

“Thats easy. We lie.”

At this point, it was past 12 a.m. The four of you had gone to a motel after heading to the compound, only to find it had ceased to exist. You weren’t exactly sure what that meant for the four of you. Had the team yet to be born? Presumably if it was the 60s, it checks out. Unfortunate for the lot of you however, as it meant you couldn’t get aid from the very people who knew how to handle supernatural phenomenons. And despite booking a motel room with two beds, you and Pietro seemed to be on the same page; struggling to sleep due to the ceaseless questions racking your brains.

That is where you found yourselves in the parking lot of the motel, attempting to make the hours pass. Pietro had just suggested to take the car out for a spin, being that he never had the need to drive nor learned how to. And you two argued for some time about it, though ultimately, Pietro was able to get through to you. You figured it may be best to have someone else who knows how to drive besides you and maybe Vision? You weren’t quite sure if he did, however you assumed he could given the whole robot thing. Either way, that left you here, teaching him how to drive, as you gripped onto the door handle for dear life.

“Alright you got that part down, now put some pressure onto the gas pedal again.” He put more than you anticipated, causing your grip to tighten. “Less! Less.” He adjusted his foot to the gas pedal.

“I thought I was doing okay.”

“Thought, not was. We can’t go too fast yet until you’ve got the basics down.”

“This will take forever.”

“It’s supposed to take some time to learn. Plus, this was your idea.” He slowed the car to a stop before looking over at you.

“I thought it would be quick and we could speed down the streets. Do a donut or whatever you call it.” You reached over to put the car in parking.

“Well you thought wrong.” He let out a puff of air while bubbling his lips. He gazed around, taking in the closed vintage shops before his eyes landed on you once more. His eyes then traveled down to your wrist before lightly plucking at your bracelet, allowing the bracelet to snap back at your skin. “Agh!” He snickered at your reaction. “You’re so-”

“Lovable? Fast? Endearing?”

“Pesky.” You retorted as you reached over to snap his bracelet in return.

A faux frown made its way onto his face. “That hurt!”

You laughed a bit while speaking. “To be fair, you could’ve moved on time instead of letting me do that.” He couldn’t harbor the grin he was trying to keep hidden anymore.

“It wouldn’t be fair.”

“I don’t think you’re one for fairness, Maximoff.” Your lips mirrored his.

“Only if I’m given reason. And you’re one of them.”

“You stole my fries earlier.”

He nodded sheepishly. “I wasn’t committed to the fairness back then.”

“And you are now?” You giggled softly.

“With my whole heart, mind, body, and soul.” He muttered dramatically while taking ahold of your hand, placing your palm over his chest, where his heart lied. He let his thumb glide over the back of your hand while you felt the fast beat of his heart. Quite unnaturally fast actually. Though that must be a given, due to his abilities. Some supernatural heartbeats passed by as you struggled to come up with a response. “You’re awfully quiet, kapička.” A prideful smirk transpired onto his lips. “Am I making you nervous?” His tone carried the usual teasing tone, but you did hear some genuine curiosity and concern laced into it. And with the way his eyes studied yours, it gave you further reason to believe so.

“Course not.” You retracted your hand. “Just didn’t expect you to grab my hand like that.”

He chuckled at that. “Do you not like that?”

You took a pause before responding. “I don’t mind it.” You said quietly into the night air while avoiding his look. If you turned back around, you were sure you’d see his shit eating grin once more. Surprisingly though, you weren’t met with a teasing response, just a “hm.” You looked at the time plastered onto the car’s clock. “We should head back, it’s getting late.”

“Can I drive us back then?”

“Definitely not.”

You two sneaked back into the motel room, careful not to wake Wanda and Vision up. You lied beside Wanda, ready to fall asleep, but not before thinking about your hand on him and how it made your heart race. You push the feeling and memories away, knowing there wasn’t much to it and let your dreams take over.

Once morning came around, the four of you headed out for breakfast while discussing how to get answers on how you ended up there and hopefully find a way out. “We’re in the 60’s that much we know.” You stated while offering some of your food to Pietro. He happily plopped a few pieces into his mouth while nodding and munching along.

“But are we in our 60’s or an alternate timeline?” Vision added.

Wanda turned to him after a moment of thinking. “Is there not some way we can test to see if it is?”

He paused before nodding. “You could be onto something. We can look for known events to figure out whether or not the timelines match up.”

“That’s a really good idea actually. Should we head to a library? We can even get some newspapers?” You chimed in.

You each collected books and newspapers for Vision to read, being that he was a fast reader and knew if the information aligned with your universe’s history. Two hours had gone by and you were in the history section, searching for any other history book that might’ve been missed. You ran your finger along the spine of the books as you read the labels and suddenly fell forward upon feeling someone bump into you. The person thankfully was quick on their feet and had made sure you didn’t hit your head on the shelves or floor whilst they repositioned you upright.

“Please pardon-” was all the stranger got out before you realized that the voice belonged to Steve. He looked like he usually does, but with a 60’s pompadour haircut that didn’t draw too much attention. “I really didn’t mean to bump into you, I’m so sorry. My friend just shoved me carelessly without looking.” He continued, looking back to give his friend a stern look. Your eyes followed his, seeing his friend was a brunette with a ducktail hairstyle. He happened to be built like Steve but in a slightly shorter stature. “Otherwise, we would’ve made sure not to put you at risk. Are you alright? You didn’t hit your head did you?”

You blinked a couple of times before nodding and laughing a bit nervously. “No yeah, I’m fine, just a little shaken up. You just look so familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Your name starts with an S right?”

He smiled warmly as he shook his head. “Steve, yes.” He held his hand out for you to shake while speaking. “I’m not sure I remember your name, my apologies. Would you mind reminding me?”

You gave him your name and attempted to see if you could get more information out of him. “Yeah yeah, I’m not sure if I saw you around or maybe on something like a newspaper?” You tilted your head in an innocent manner.

It ended up working, given that he gave you a wide smile and raised his brows. “Oh that’s a possibility-” he started until his friend butted in with an arm slung around Steve’s shoulders.

“Though it’s likely you saw Steve on TV, that’s where most of the beauties recognize him from.” To which Steve smacked his friend’s torso with the back of his hand.

“Please don’t pay him any mind.”

“Or pay me all of it, hun.” His friend offered a toothy smile and extended his hand for you to shake. “The names James, but you can call me Bucky.”

You returned the smile with a friendly one of your own and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you Bucky. I imagine you make the headlines too?” You took a wild guess. You weren’t sure what was true and what wasn’t. Steve being alive right now, and not trapped in ice, confirmed you were in a different reality. Though he looks the same age as he did since the 40’s, meaning he must’ve taken the serum. And given how his friend is built, you assume he might’ve too.

“Not as much as Steve, but if you’re looking for me, I’m sure you’ll find me.” He winked. “Is that your guy?” He flicked his head to signal behind you. You turned to find Pietro walking up to you and stopping right beside you. You turned back around, a bit wide eyed while shaking your head and laughing bashfully.

“Oh no, no, he’s a friend of mine. Bucky, Steve, this is Pietro, Pietro this Bucky and Steve.” You introduced them to each other. Pietro greeted Steve first and then simply gave Bucky a thin lipped smile when he shook his hand. “I was wondering if you two can possibly show me and my friends around here? We’re new to the place, and I’m assuming you two are well acquainted with it. That is if it’s not too big of an ask and if you two aren’t busy, of course.”

Bucky was the first to reply, instantly at that. “It would be no issue at all, angel face.”

“Would you want to know about any places in particular? There’s a theater a few blocks down if you want to see a play.”

“You’re gonna bore them to death, Steve. If you want something more worth your buck, there’s a club not too far that I’m sure you and your friends will enjoy.”

“Both sound great! Let me just check in with my friends to see which they’ll prefer. Or if you want to come along as well and get the introductions over with, we can do that too.” You said sweetly, praying that they would agree to it.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A/N: Y’all please forgive me for not writing for like a month, school got in the way unfortunately 👎 Though I also think it’s getting tough for other fanfic writers cause I swear me and the other 6 fans Pietro has, haven’t been writing as much, or maybe that’s just me, but it just feels like there’s less fics of him than usual❓besides school though, I rewrote this chapter like three times, not sure where I wanted to go with it (that’s on me for deciding to make it an AU), but I think I figured it out now! And I’m glad I redid this more than once cause now I like how it turned out and I hope you guys do as well!

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff  x  Reader (GN) | SFW 

Chapter 4 

Summary: Sorta all over the place, but know these things are included: 

Bracelet making

Sparring with Pietro (and getting in trouble)

Shopping/Dining with him, Wanda, and Vision

Chaos caused at the diner the four of you are in before everything seemingly goes back to normal

Warnings: Swearing, AU, mentions of “girls' day” (Although the activity brought up in this chapter is what classifies it as such, not reader’s gender☝️)

Word Count: 3,123 (Peep that order) 

Czech Translations: 

Krásná- Beautiful 

Drahý- Dear 

Miláček- Sweetheart/Darling 

Song Suggestions: Sutphin Boulevard- Blood Orange, D>E>A>T>H>M>E>T>A>L- Panchiko, Message From Home- Broadcast 

Previous Chapters: 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 

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As promised, the next day you had made a bracelet for him while the two of you talked. Eventually Wanda and Vision joined in to see how you were doing. You were still adjusting to Vision, being that he was a sentient robot. Though you suppose you have been through weirder things such as the invasion in New York. You pushed the thought away when Wanda’s voice rang through the room.

“Is that a bracelet you’re making?” She asked as she drew closer and peered at your lap. You nodded and smiled as you carefully held it up in your hand, making sure the beads and charms didn’t fall from the untied string.

“Yeah, I’m making one for Pietro. I could make one for you and Vision too if you’d like?”

“Really? What did my brother do to get into your graces like this?” She joked while Pietro, who was behind her and sitting on a chair, rolled his eyes. “It is very cute though. I would like a red and black themed bracelet if you can.” She then turned to Vision for his response.

“Oh! I would like one too, if you don’t mind. I’m not quite sure what colors however…maybe yellow and silver?”

“Alright, red and black for Wanda, and yellow and silver for Vision it is then.” You said as you started to finish up Pietro’s bracelet. You tied it off and handed it to him.

“Y’know this was supposed to be between me and them. You’re interrupting our girls day.” He faked a pointed look towards his twin. Wanda gave him a confused look.

“A girls day?”

“Uh yeah.” He said as if it were obvious while trying to mimic an American accent, failing to do so and raising the container holding the beads and ball of string.

“Making bracelets doesn’t make this a girls day.”

“Well it is enough for me to consider it one.”

“If we go by that logic, then I suppose it would still be one if me and Wanda join.” Vision interjected.

“Plus I’d rather do something than nothing if I’m going to be here for a few more days, and I always appreciate the company.” You glanced up with a gentle smile.

You knew Wanda and Pietro weren’t actually arguing, yet you wanted to reassure her and Vision nonetheless. The two situated themselves into chairs and conversed about how things were going for them in the compound so far, with the occasional dispute between the twins.

The days carried on like this. You tried to keep busy, Pietro by your side either talking or joining you in whatever you were doing, and Wanda dropping by either on her own, or with Vision, or Clint. And on days when your teammates didn’t have missions or other work to do, they would come in to see how you were doing and catch up.

Now that you have finished your one week of bed rest, you were in the clear to fight once more, and can move freely with no pain. However, because you were out for two weeks and rested for one more, you wanted to see if your skills were intact. You and Pietro planned to train and spar together, considering he was new to the team and needed to train regardless. So by the time you stepped foot into the room, you weren’t surprised to see he was already there.

“Ready to lose krásná?” He wore a grin with his arms crossed. You shook your head with a light smile gracing your lips.

“You’re going to regret that Maximoff.” You teased him back as you set your duffel bag down.

“If it’s you, I don’t mind it.” His voice dipped into a quieter and slightly lower tone, taking a few closer steps towards you.

“Already trying to distract me? Scared?”

“Never. Is it working though?” He questioned with a tilt of his head.

“Mm let’s be real.”

“Well I still have the rest of the session for it to work.”

“And if it doesn’t?” You asked while getting into position. “Powers or no powers?”

“Have faith in me.” He teased. “Let’s go with no powers first and then next round with.” He soon backed up and got into a fighting stance as well. Even if his strength is above the average human’s strength, you fought various times without your power, enough to get an upper hand on him this round. The next round unfortunately wasn’t as simple. You obviously knew he was fast and that was an issue. You had to think quickly before one of you made a move. But he didn’t give you much time as he knocked you to the ground, ready to keep you pinned to it. Thankfully your instincts kicked in and you shot a jet stream of water out of your hands, not knowing from which direction he would be coming. It ended up working though, as you heard a groan from across the room and spotted Pietro up against the wall. You teleported towards him and pinned him down once more, but not too rough, being that he just hit a wall.

“That wasn’t too harsh was it?”

“Please, I am not weak, drahý.” He ran his hand down his face to clear off the water droplets.

“I just want to be sure.” You jokingly put your hands up in surrender before standing up and then holding your hands out for him. He used your hands to stand and shortly after, pulled you towards him and began to shake his head, causing the beads of water to splash onto your skin.

“Pietro!” You gasped and tried to pull away, yet he held you firmly, wrapping his arms around you, while laughing as some of the water seeped into your clothes. His embrace was soon met with an empty space in his hold and he realized too late that you had gotten out. He was left with no time to react once he felt a light gush of water on the lower end of his back that traveled up his spine, causing him to spaz slightly from the ticklish feeling. It was your turn to laugh at his reaction now. Your laughter unfortunately only lasted for a few seconds, cut off by the grunt that left your lips when you came in contact with the padded ground. Everything after that was a blur as you and him tussled all over the room, for who knows how long, until the two of you were interrupted by the sound of the training room doors opening, causing the two of you to look up. Tony and Steve took in the sight of the now drenched training room and the headlock you had Pietro in, while Pietro had ahold of your thigh, ready to tug at it. Tony swiftly took his phone out to take a picture of the scene, likely to be used for blackmail, and then stored his phone away once more.

“Right, well when you two are done canoodling, go ahead and clean this place up.” Tony mocked and carefully treaded through the room to turn the fans on; Steve in tow.

“How long have you two even been in here?” Steve questioned and looked around the room, in awe by how much water landed on practically every surface. You both looked at the clock above the doorframe, though it was Pietro who spoke.

“About 30 minutes.”

Pietro’s response was soon followed by a lecture from Steve, who would now supervise your trainings to prevent the room from getting ruined again. The two of you just listened, staying in the position you were found in while looking at Steve. With that, he and Tony left, deciding to train after the place was cleaned up; leaving you and Pietro alone again. Once the doors closed, you looked down at Pietro while he looked up at you before you two busted out laughing. You let go of him, as he did the same, and fell backwards onto the mat, holding your stomach with one hand. By the time your cackles subsided, you let out an exhale and looked around the room that you now had to clean. Pietro, who was between your legs, laying back onto you, followed your line of sight.

“This should take less than 30 seconds to clean up.” Pietro spoke up, seemingly like he knew what you were thinking. You gazed down at him and raised your brow, so that he could continue on. “Can you absorb water?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s easy then. I’ll carry you around and you can use your ability.”

“That’s a good idea actually.” You muttered and soon felt your feet lift off the ground. It didn’t take long for you to understand what was going on and put your powers into use. Luckily it took less than 10 seconds, and you even managed to dry off both you and Pietro. Unfortunately, going fast at what feels like the speed of light made it difficult to stand up right for a few seconds once Pietro put you down. He kept a hold on your waist with his arm to provide stability before you found it.

“We should team up more.”

“We just started training together.” You chuckled at his comment.

“We work well do we not?”

“We do, but we’ll have to train more to see what’s the best way to operate. Though I don’t think we’ll be able to go all out if Steve is going to play babysitter.”

“Damn Steve.”

“Since when do you say damn?” You giggled a bit.

“Since I heard Clint say it.” You guys continued to talk while making your way out of the training area. You weren’t paying much attention to where you were going, until you glanced at your surroundings and realized you were in the dormitory wing of the compound. That’s when it you hit you that you’ve never seen his room and he hasn’t seen yours. You wondered if he has even decorated his yet. It didn’t take long for your curiosity to be quelled. He opened his door to reveal a basic room that had all the furniture yours had when you first moved into your bedroom.

“Do you have any plans on what you’re going to do here?”

“You sound like Wanda.”

“Then I know I’m asking the right things.” He smirked at that and lightly shook his head.

“I don’t know what to put here yet.” He muttered while his eyes drifted around the room. “I can’t remember the last time I decorated a room of mine.” He muttered once more, but his voice was quieter, almost as if he was trying to recall. The distant look in his eyes told you your assumptions were right.

“If you want a piece of advice, start with what you like. What you’re interested in or if you see decorations you enjoy, go with that. And if you want your room to be color coordinated, think of the paint color you’d choose first. If you don’t care for that though, just shop around and get what catches your eyes.” He took in what you said before nodding, as if a choice was made.

“It’s a good a thing you are already in this room then.” The mischievous expression he usually carries made its way back onto his face. You blinked and you were suddenly sitting up-right on his bed, with your back against the pillows and bed frame, while he was laying down next to you with his arms behind his head.

“I shouldn’t have told you anything.”

“As if you don’t like to be in the same bed with me.” He shot you a wink, only to be met with a flick on the top of his head. “Ow!” He moved his head away to rub it, and jokingly pouted. “You are so mean.”

“You are so flirtatious.”

“You bring it out of me.” He shrugged.

“Everyone brings it out of you.”

“You bring it out of me mostest.” You chuckled at that.

“It would just be most.”

“You got what I meant either way.” He flicked your thigh in retaliation before smirking up at you, to which you couldn’t help but to laugh a bit at.

“I did. So, have you actually thought of anything you’d want here?”

“I think I’d want more clothes first and then get a shelf with DVDs, so I can watch the sitcoms I used to see with my parents. Maybe change the furniture in here too. And the paint color. It’s boring.” He huffed through his nose.

“That’s a good start yeah.” After awhile you spoke up again. “When you do go shopping for your room, can I tag along?”

“Of course. You were going with me regardless. After all, I need someone to show me around the city.” He smiled up at you, and you returned the act.

“In that case, should we invite Wanda and Vision too?” You figured it would be best, given that they still need to decorate their rooms as well, and could probably use a tour guide. He agreed to the idea, and you both went to a bunch of stores with the pair. After what felt like 20 different stores, you all, except for Vision, were hungry. You ended up finding a diner while heading in the direction of the compound and decided you may as well stop there. The four of you entered the quaint restaurant and sat in a booth. You sat beside Pietro who had his arms resting on the back of the seat. You guys stayed silent for some time as you ate, the tiredness leaving little energy to talk after all that browsing and walking. Though it didn’t last too long for the quiet to be disrupted due to you noticing your fries were leaving at a faster rate than what you were consuming. You put two and two together and randomly swatted at the air, just above your tray of fries to see if you were right. You heard Pietro suck through his teeth while holding his hand. “So you were stealing them!”

“You never said I couldn’t!”

“I never said you could! You could’ve just asked.”

“Its not as fun.” You narrowed your eyes at his response and teleported to sit beside Vision, preventing Pietro from further stealing. “Okay okay! I’m sorry, can I please get some of your fries.” You teleported back to him and nudged your tray towards him. His fast metabolism led to him eventually eating all of it, so you ended up ordering two more trays for both of you. “Thank you, miláček.” He murmured as he stuffed his face with his burger. You giggled a bit, not thinking he would be this starved. His stuffed face smiled back up at you.

“No problem Piet.”

“Be careful not to choke Pietro.” Wanda warned, gaining an eye roll from him. He swiftly swallowed his bite.

“I’m not a baby.”

“You act like it.” She retorted. You took the time to eat once again as they went back and forth. You zoned out for a bit, the day getting to you while the songs from the speakers played faintly in the background. Your eyes skimmed over the walls of the diner, taking in the portraits and signs. They soon landed on a calendar with those cute kitten themed ones, earning a faint smile from you. Your thoughts were shortly interrupted by the twins calling out your name. Your attention reverted back to them.

“Hmm?”

“If we have our own rooms, would it not-” Wanda started, but her words were disrupted by a bright blinding light outside. All of you turned your heads to the flash, standing up ready to fight or to help others flee. The decision was quickly made for the four of you as a loud booming sound shook up the restaurant, and the light beamed bright enough to cause you all to cover your eyes.

You don’t know when the flash disappeared, all you knew was that you were blocking your eyes with the back of your arm, and were trying to get rid of the blotchy spots in your vision. Once your vision did return back to normal, it seemed as if the restaurant did too. Each of you got up to check on the few workers in the joint and went to check if there was anything outside. It all seemed as it was before. It was still night, there weren’t any damages to the building, and no signs of danger outside. You headed back into the restaurant and took notice of the calendar. The calendar had changed. The day and month were all the same. Everything the same except for the year stated. 1963. That’s when a young waitress came up to your table with a relieved sigh.

“I thought you all were going to do a dine and run.” She laughed while holding a hand to her chest. Your eyes followed her hand and traveled to her name tag. She had the same name as your previous waitress, who seemed to be old enough to be a grandmother, and the woman in front of you was definitely not one. Your eyes then took in what should’ve been the most obvious of all. Her flipped bob, blue eyeshadow, black eyeliner, the prominent bottom lashes, and her diner fit that was…actually pretty much the same. The only new things included were red tights and heels. You each looked at each other with puzzled expressions, all coming to terms with the same conclusion. You turned back to the waitress and smiled.

“No of course not. Sorry we could’ve sworn we heard a disturbance by our car and wanted to be sure it wasn’t anything to worry about.” You said innocently and then reached into your wallet. “Actually while you’re here, is it alright if we pay the bill now?” She simply nodded and returned with the bill. You all paid and tipped before leaning closer to whisper amongst yourselves.

“What the hell happened?” Wanda asked in a disbelief.

“I’m not sure. I scanned the area and didn’t get any clues as to how we got here or where the commotion came from.” Vision whispered, and from what you could tell, was likely still trying to make sense of this. Which is what unsettled you the most. If Vision didn’t know, how on Earth could you guys get out of this.

“We should see if the others know anything of this.” Pietro suggested and you all went with that plan. You got back into the car, pushing the exhaustion aside to make way for your growing curiosity. You peered into the horizon as the car drove, fidgeting with your nails against the steering wheel. You simply hoped the others would have any possible ideas about where this could have even stemmed from.

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Following chapters:

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A/N: Not sure where I’m headed with this, just know I’m headed🥸 I think the whole 60s (I presume) thing with the fantastic four is causing me to want to have these four (having four be sent back in time wasn’t intentional, and I’m just now realizing the amount is the same.😔) go through the 60s too cause why not! I also know my memory won’t be accurate if I try to stick to the Avenger’s timeline. :/

I think I might want to do a Wandavision thing with the decades changing, but a slower progression and different plot and villain/s ofc. And because reader could be anybody, know that the decades won’t include racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, fatphobia (essentially all the -isms and -phobias) cause I’d rather y’all have a good time and not endure that😽

There will probably be some play of societal expectations however, depending on the decade, still unsure. Mainly thinking of dating culture. Also I hope the pacing for this is okay, and that y’all liked this chapter :D (I’m trying my hardest to refrain from romancing this.)

₊˚.༄ My Little Droplet ₊˚.༄

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Chapter 1

Summary: You woke from your two-week coma after fighting Ultron and his robots. Because you sacrificed yourself for three people, one of them being Pietro, you’re met with the twins as they keep you company in the compound’s medical area. Faced with their care for you, their bickering, and Pietro’s flirting, you watch in amusement while you recover.

Warnings: Mentions of possible death, violence (AOU type of violence)

Word Count: 1,571

Czech Translations:

Miláček - Sweetheart/darling

Kapička- Droplet

Extra: This is meant to be a series, so not much happens currently cause the twins and reader are practically strangers + you’re still drowsy-ish :P BUT, there is flirting from Pietro’s behalf 😝If I’m patient enough, hopefully this goes as strangers -> best friends -> lovers. Also, listen to Fiona Apple’s cover of Across the Universe with this if you’d like

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Your eyes adjusted as your lashes fluttered. Being that you were disoriented, it took you a couple of blinks to realize it was night. The only light source in the room came from a screen monitor on your right that read your heart rate. You rubbed your eyes to clear your vision a bit better before hearing two voices on your left. “You’re awake.” the Sokovian twins said in slight surprise and amusement. Funny enough, they didn’t just say it in unison, but they both leaned forward in your direction to get a clearer view of you, even though Wanda was sitting on a chair near your bedside, and Pietro stood next to her. You weren’t sure whether to be a bit creeped out or to chuckle at the twin’s timing.  

Still gathering your belongings, you simply nodded and were about to sit up, until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulder, gingerly, but firmly keeping you laid down. “Already trying to fracture your bones again?” Pietro lightly joked as he took a step back. You furrowed your brows together and vaguely tilted your head to the side. Just how terrible are my injuries? I’m in the compound’s med wing that’s for sure, but why? Wasn’t I just in- 

And that’s when your memories start to resurface. The twins, fighting in Sokovia, Clint holding a boy in his arms while Pietro runs over to save them from Ultron’s robots. A scream from across the battlefield is soon heard. Wanda’s scream. And he froze. Caught between saving Clint and an innocent boy or his sister. The only person left close to him. Everyone knew what the answer was, but in his millisecond of deciding and fear of his last of kin dying, bullets began to launch towards him. He didn’t even notice you heading towards him. You immediately teleported to him, catching the first few bullets with your body as you conjured up a water barrier to stop, or at least to slow the rest of the bullets. Yet, you underestimated just how many would be sent before you could put up a shield. You held up the barrier nonetheless, using the last of your energy until the bullets stopped before collapsing onto the floor. 

You blinked once more, somewhat wide eyed after remembering it all before returning your head to it’s upright position. “Is everyone safe?” your hoarse voice laced with concern. You tried to clear your throat, realizing just how dry it was. How long have I even been out for? 

Wanda handed you a cup of water with a straw and you murmured a quiet thank you. It was all you could muster up before trying to sit up, completely forgetting, and not knowing the full extent of your injuries. Pietro luckily was swift to keep you in place once more. “Miláček, you really need to be careful.” he said in a cautious tone; although, a light smirk still graced his lips. “Here.” he muttered. He grabbed the cup from your grasp and delicately held your chin up with three of his fingers as he tilted your head up enough to sip from the straw. You felt your face get a bit warm at the feeling of being coddled like this. It certainly wasn’t your first time, given that you’ve been in predicaments like this where you’d come back from a mission and end up injured to the point of needing one of your teammates to assist you. Still, it was rare. Which is partially what made you embarrassed by this gesture. But you also had eyes and could see that the guy was conventionally attractive with an accent that made most swoon. Add all that to this, and you would’ve felt your knees give in, if it weren’t for the cot that you were laying on. You got snapped out of your thoughts though when he spoke again.  

“Hm, better? And yes, everyone is safe for the most part. Well, some people were injured but not to this extent.” He gestured with his head towards you and your condition.  

You nodded as you took that answer in, relieved that the rest were doing better. “And Ultron?” you asked quietly as your voice was still recovering.  

“Defeated. And he took Sokovia with him” Wanda chimed in with a solemn look that plagued both their faces. She shifted her gaze to her lap as she fiddled with her hands. A flash of blue and silver appeared once more as Pietro stood by her side again and squeezed her shoulder. He would’ve hugged her, but he knew she was trying to refrain from crying. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t either. A hug guaranteed the floodgates would open, so a hand on the shoulder would have to do for now. 

“Yes, but at least everyone made it out alive.” he sighed quietly, his stare mimicking Wanda’s as it moved on from Wanda to the floor. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to lighten the mood for his sister or perhaps, for himself. Regardless, he briskly changed the conversation before you could give it more thought and before he could dwell on the loss of his homeland any further.  

“How are you feeling? Y’know they gave you a bunch of painkillers. Enough to sedate a horse.” He huffed in amusement through his nose as a small smile made its way onto his lips. “But I imagine the pain lingers?” he asked with a subtle tilt of his head.  

“I haven’t really focused on it, but I guess I’m alright. I mean I haven’t moved much. I do feel pain if I stretch. Mainly in my back, ribs, and waist.” you noted with a rasp to your voice. You began to gently rub your throat. “Actually, can I get more water please? Sorry I just didn’t realize how thirsty I was.” You smiled apologetically at them before getting help from Pietro again. “Are you or did you just want me close to you again?” he teased in a low voice, quirking a brow with a sly smile gracing his lips. Though it quickly fell as Wanda smacked his arm that wasn’t occupied, while you somewhat choked on the water due to his response. He sucked air through his teeth as his brows furrowed while feigning a glare. “Idiot! They’re here injured after sacrificing themselves and you still find time to flirt!” That is all you heard from her until she began to speak in Sokovian; grabbing the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes and shook her head. You raised your brows while watching the two argue in their native tongue. With the bickering continuing, you realized this may take a minute and tried to lean your head forward to get a sip of the water, being that Pietro was sorta facing away with the cup farther away from you. Your neck was fully stretched forward at this point before the door opened and the twins stopped bickering as you all looked to see who entered.  

Clint walked in with his brows furrowed upward in a confused manner, peering at the scene in front of him. He could’ve sworn he heard arguing that was most definitely from the twins.

He quickly digested what was happening. Trying to fight off a snort with humor in his eyes, he gently said, “You’re up,” and made his way to you with relief washing his features. Stopping beside Pietro, he typed on his phone rapidly and stored it in his pocket.

“Ever so smart eh.” Pietro joked while looking towards Clint’s direction.

“As if you didn’t say the same thing.” The words slipped from your mouth faster than you could stop yourself, and faster than Wanda could say it.  

He looked back at you in amusement, not expecting a quip. Playfully pouting, he responded with, “Aw, kapička, I thought you were on my side.”  

“Taking multiple bullets wasn’t enough?” you jested. 

“I’ll find a way to make it up to you-” he murmured smoothly with a toothy grin to accompany it. Planting his hand on your cot and resting his weight on that one arm as he leaned to the side slightly, hand on his hip, until Clint cut in. 

“Jesus get a room.” Clint feigned a face of disgust with his nose scrunching up.

“Is this not their room?” Pietro retorted. 

“Temporary.” you added.  

“And with guests.” Wanda joined in while raising a brow and folding her arms in judgement of her brother.

“Or you and Clint could always leave.” Pietro said in a light-hearted manner and shrugged.

“Yeah, about that-” Clint was cut off before he could finish, as the rest of your teammates, both avengers and agents, filed in with stuffed animals, cards, and balloons, trying to keep a hushed voice despite being glad you were conscious.  

“Oh wow” you muttered with wide eyes, seeing them crammed in like a pack of sardines.  

They all practically touched shoulders and you could tell Pietro and Wanda were getting uncomfortable with the stuffiness of the room. Pietro tensed and Wanda glanced at him then returned her gaze back to you. 

“We should go, but we’ll see you later. Rest easy please.” she said gently before her brother nodded. “And don’t try to break anymore ribs” he murmured with a small smirk before a blur of blue and white filled the area they used to stand in.

Although, you didn’t miss the blue envelope that lightly plopped onto your bedside table at the same time that everyone was bombarding you with questions.

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Following Chapters:

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

A/N: any suggestions, critiques, or thoughts would be much appreciated, thank you for reading! 🫶

Pietro x Autistic!Gender neutral!Reader Headcanons

-Sometimes he gets carried away in the moment and doesn’t realize if he’s bothering you. Being loud and having super speed can do that. However, he’s also quick to notice your discomfort and will often make an attempt to rein in if he’s being a bit...too much. (That and Wanda will also make a habit of reminding him if he’s not remembering.)

-He picked you up and ran off with you once. The result really depending on your reaction to it. 

If you found yourself overstimulated, he ends up being incredibly hesitant to use his super speed with you again.

If you really enjoyed it and are sensation-seeking, he’ll most likely use any and all opportunity to pick you up and run around with you again.

Either way, he tries to warn you in advance just so he doesn’t catch you too off-guard.

-He definitely has stolen fidget toys for you before. And he’ll do it again.

-If you’re touch adverse, he might need some time to get used to that, he’s a very physically affectionate person. But he is very willing to show his affection in other ways. 

If you aren’t touch adverse, be prepared for a lot of PDA.

-Someone’s being ableist to you and he sees? Two seconds later, they’re stuffed into a trash can. He’s very very petty about ableism towards you. When you look at him afterwards, he’ll look at you with this big smile.  “I bet he didn’t see that coming.”

-He obviously finds it really hard to sit still, so most of the time, he doesn’t even notice your stimming. In a way, you could say he stims as well, so he’s probably the most casual about it out of all the Avengers.

-His first instinct, whenever he sees you having a meltdown, is getting you away from wherever you are and taking you somewhere isolated and quiet. (Whether he uses his super speed to do this or not depends on your reaction to it as stated above.) From there, he’ll attempt to calm you down and help you relax.

-Talking about your hyperfixations is something that generally happens mostly in the gym while you two are training. Pietro may seem like he’s not listening sometimes, but if you stop talking he’ll instantly ask why you’ve suddenly gone quiet.

-Not getting sarcasm and sass is something that Pietro and you might need to work through considering... I mean, he’s Pietro, his first language isn’t Sokovian, it’s sass. This is also the one thing that kind of frustrates him, but he’ll usually brush it off, after all, it’s not more important to him than you are.

-Pietro finds it much much easier to sleep when you’re with him. If you have trouble sleeping due to your Autism, he’ll often make little ‘nights’ with you, where you’ll both stay up and just spend time together until you both eventually crash. Maybe not the healthiest of strategies, but it usually works.

*Fans*

I just watched the third episode of WandaVision and I saw everyone talking like Even Peter's, when?

But it would be still good with Aaron Johnson you know as Pietro

Also what and episode I'm crying, the sokovian accent when she says Pietro the sokovian lullaby, Monica accidently mentioning Ultron, hydra selling bath products or whatevet

My sillies!!!

Something something nightsilver something something X-men r gay something something

Saw this tik tok and thought of him❤️❤️❤️

uh oh! sad daneto art again 👁 👁

inspired by chapter 11 of this fanfiction by @overlyobsessed223

process work below the cut

I am so salty about what they did to my boy Peter Maximoff. Ralph Bohner? Fuck of with that shit. He's a not Bohner, you're the Bohner, Marvel Studios.

Pietro Maximoff

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Instagram blurbs

- Happy birthday…surprise?

Pietro Maximoff

Warnings: cussing,slight sexual references

A/n: if there is a character you want me to do this with dm/ask me! I’m open to anything!

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Y/l/nxY/n:

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Y/l/nxY/n:

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞♥️ 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ @pietro-maximoff

Comments:

Pietro-Maximoff: Thank you darling, but when did you take that photo of me in the bottom right?

↳ Y/l/nxY/n: don’t judge me…you were leaving for a mission..I needed I photo for when I get lonely🫣 Also you’re really fucking hot babe..

wandamaximoff: Happy Birthday P! Love you!

↳ Pietro-Maximoff: Love you too sis!

Pepperstark: You two are so cute together! Maybe a friend for Morgan soon?👀

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Bonus:

Y/n: PEPPER!!

Pepper:yes?

Y/n: Why would you comment that!? Now his birthday present is ruined…

Pepper: It’s all okay. Wanda took his phone before I commented. Now go tell him!

A/n: feel free to leave a comment or something I could work on with these! ♥️

Maybe the real Vision was the one we projected along the way

COPING MECHANISMS

part two of ‘tears over beers'

you put too much effort into relationships and the girl you genuinely had feelings for broke your heart, even now after knowing about what she done, your friends still choose her over you.because of this you relapsed and lost yourself again.until one night three women find you in the woods about to take your life.

TRIGGER WARNING

self harm, suicide attempt, alcoholism, drug use, swearing, past relationship trauma, eating disorder, body dysphoria. (totally not writing just to vent..yes that's exactly what im doing)

Y/N’s pov <3

the next thing I know I am being gently rocked by an avenger.. a fucking avenger. I look up at her as the other two women stand up, brushing the mud off their clothing, and much to my dismay my headphones are took off of my ears and put around my neck, the music still blaring through.

The blonde one who I am assuming by the space cadet uniform is captain marvel states that she is going to make a phone call, the brunette haired girl, the red haired woman, the black widow nods at her colleague to do so as she looks down at me with pity. As Wanda Maximoff sits with her arms around me in a comforting manner as she holds a piece of cloth on my bloody arm.

“how did this happen, did someone attack you?” The former black widow questioned bluntly.

“Natasha stop.” Wanda says from behind me, her breath cold against my warm neck. the widows face stays the same blank stare as her gaze is glued to my arm.

the leaves from the autumn ground crunch as carol walks back over to us “Pietro said to take her back to the safe house” my eyes widen as I start to panic about being taken away for what I’ve done to myself, Wanda is a mind reader, by now she definitely knows I done this to myself. Natasha starts to grab all my stuff, throwing it into my backpack as Wanda helps me off the dusty floor.

“Can you do me a favour and hold this cloth to your arm, just until we get to the safe house so I can properly clean it?” Wanda asks with a sad smile “and while I clean it we can talk about it yes?” I silently nod, secretly knowing I will not be telling her anything.

“Cmon Wanda, stop wasting time” Natasha says as she grabs me by the shoulder and shoves me forward to walk. To this I try to run for it, at the same time, Wanda having already read my thoughts lifted one hand in the air and with red wisps of magic she whispers a meek “sorry detka” before putting me to sleep

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my body shoots up from its sleeping state, I run my hands up and down my face in attempt to make sense of what happened. Upon removing my hands from my face I am faced with a new surrounding. A one I’ve never seen before. This makes me panic, I shoot out of the bed only to notice I’m not in my own clothing, I now sport a beige shirt and grey joggers bottoms. I walk out of the room to see a living room, the blonde and the redhead from earlier are playing some bored game on the table whilst a blonde haired man is sat on the sofa playing over watch on the Xbox, the first person to notice my presence is Wanda who walks over with a bottle of water, extending her arm out for me to take said water, I take it and thank her by nodding my head. “Where are we?” I say, voice groggy from whatever spell Wanda cast upon me, “come on, let’s go sit down and I’ll explain it to you love” Wanda states calmly as she guides me back to the room I woke up in. Upon sitting on the bed with Wanda I feel myself calm down. “oh shoot, wait here I forgot something” she says with a little bit of a sad smile as she runs out of the room, returning seconds later with a first aid box. She sits on the bed, throwing the box in between the both of us, she then opens it, grabbing the bandage “can I have your arm please” she says calmly. I slowly put my arm out for her to grab, she grabs a sterile wipe before gently patting the blood off my arm, whispering soft nothings into my ear as i whimper and whine about the pain, she eventually stops and water is now pouring from my eyes, she wipes the tears from my cheeks with her thumb “we’re nearly done now” she then grabs the bandage she got out before, she throws out the packaging and wraps my arm.

after being bandaged up and being allowed permission to go outside by carol, I sit on the balcony of the fancy safe house, I pull out a box of cigarettes, lighting them, taking a lot of draws from the tiny ‘cancer stick’ as my best friend would call it. I think back to days before. Me and my new friend group smoking in the smoking shelters of college, them comforting me silently as they continue to have their normal conversations while I tag along. Being broken out of my thoughts I feel a presence behind me “those will kill you” she says “so?” I blankly state back to her, not moving to look at her, she sits next to me. “I’m Carol” she states “I know the space cadet, yes?” I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice, to this she laughs. Me and Carol sit on the balcony for a few hours, she seems cool but that doesn’t mean my walls will go down for her. Or anyone.

Hiiiiii guys, this is a part two,, suggested by @natashaswife4125 thankyou for asking for another part,, I hope this is good <3