I'm so evil, but no death in this or even injury

You rarely had any idea the effect you had on the older maximoff twin. You thought all you could conjure out of the man was a blush and the occasional stutter, but Christ you were wrong.

"Hey, y/n's looking good." Tony teased Pietro and they both had there eyes on your low plunging neck line and back that reached the top of your waist. To say Pietro didn't enjoy the view was an understatement.

"Speedy, you got a problem." Clint laughed and a very distinctive bulge was evident in his pants as you strutted around, shaking your hips as you went.

"I'll be back." The Russian mumbled and sped off towards privacy. Maybe a cold shower was in order?

***

The second time you had an effect on Pietro was when he was asleep and you walked in to wake him, but found him tossing in his sleep.

"Y/n." He moaned and you stopped, frozen and redness spilling into your cheeks, "Don't stop."

This was probably a very intimate dream he was having and your chest tightened at the thought of quicksilver bending you over and-

"Y/n?" Pietro mumbled sleepily and you covered up your previous thoughts with a large grin.

"Hey," you greeted and leant against the doorframe, ignoring his red face and his eyes averting your own, "we've got a mission in a few hours."

"Thank you, princess." He smiled and got up out of bed, shirtless and the only thing on his body was underwear. You eyes drifted down and you took in his... Very athletic features and mumbled an excuse to leave the room.

***

The third time you knew the speedster was attracted to you was when he openly admitted it to you.

"God dammit," the speedster backed you against the wall, after the mission you had almost killed yourself and Pietro wasn't too happy, "seeing you almost killed, almost killed me too. I have feelings for you y/n, havnt you realised this?"

Your mouth hung open as you looked into his steely eyes which flashed with so many emotions that you couldn't pin point one.

"I.." You looked up at him, dumbfounded and not knowing what to say in the slightest.

"Forget it." He spat and turned around, walking off and not giving you a chance to speak.

"Pietro!" You called running after him and he turned with eyes burning in rage but you threw your hands around his neck and kissed him. Your lips moved against his and he finally caught on and kissed you back, a smile playing on his lips as he gripped your waist and pulled away.

"So I take it you like me too?" He grinned with a breathy laugh, "no?"

"Yes of course, you dummy." And you kissed him again.