Pairing: Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Setting: Following the events of Avengers: Age of Ultron | AU where's he's alive

Type: Fluff

Warning: None

Word Count: 1955

Notes: If I was supposed to wait for the end of the year to publish it, well oops XD I've written this oneshot during the summer, and it took all the energy in the world not to publish it right away. So enjoy! 

(G/f/n) holds for girl best friend name
(F/n) holds for friend name
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"(Y/n), honey, you should put a smile on your face." pouted (G/f/n). "Enjoy the evening a bit."

You exhaled deeply at her comment, taking yet another sip of your drink. Sure, it was easy for her to tell you to enjoy, while she had her boyfriend at her side. Going at prom like an ordinary and safe relationship, you thought. Which wasn't your case, obviously.

Pietro, your loveable and charming boyfriend, wasn't some random guy you met at school. Sure, he was a couple of years older than you, but he also was part of the mighty superhero team that watched over the world, the Avengers. Nobody knew about it, of course. But you were ready to let go of the secret tonight, only to spend your prom with him. Sadly, he was on a mission he couldn't miss, and had no other choice but to leave you alone in this beautifully decorated room, sipping on a drink you had no idea what was in.

The story of your encounter wasn't ordinary itself. A couple months before, you had been on a humanitarian trip with your school in Sokovia, to help and rebuild the society. But during the trip, weird robot things began to attack the civilians, and you lost the rest of your group before getting stuck on the part of the town that flew into the sky.

Hiding behind a destroyed truck, you stayed put for long hours. Cement and ashes recovered your body, while your eyes couldn't even see a meter away. And as you thought your end was near, an angel appeared in front of you. Okay, not a real angel, but that's what you thought at first. Until you perceived the blonde man with soft baby blue eyes in front of you who, in his case, was actually real.

Ever since that first eye contact, the two of you could never get enough of each other. You loved him with the entirety of your soul, and he did too. The only downside was to have to live all that love and passion in secret, but you knew that would soon be over.

"Where did you said your boyfriend was again?" asked (G/f/n), making you drift off from your thoughts.
"Busy, somewhere." you answered, casually. "He's working, you know."

That was the common lies you told everyone. "He's working.", or simply "He's older.". Surprisingly enough, they all seemed to absorb that false truth pretty easily.

"I'm still not over the fact that you've gotten yourself an older man. " she giggled, putting down her empty glass on the table. "You should show me some pictures, I'm dying to know what he looks like."
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" you scoffed mockingly.
"I'm just curious!"

She laughed, while you contented of a smile. You knew she was doing her best to cheer you up, the least you could do was to make efforts to enjoy the night. But as you were about to start a conversation, (G/f/n)'s boyfriend arrived and sat at the table, next to his girlfriend.

"Hey baby." he called out. "Hi (Y/n)."

You sent him a quick sign of hand, then had to watch through the make out session they engaged. Of course, the third wheel's role was yours again, so you waited they were done to place a word.

"You guys are cute together." you commented, a slightly saddened smile on your lips.
"Thank you." (G/f/n) giggled, laying her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.

Suddenly, out of the blue, one of your friends (f/n) arrived and slammed on the table, an excited look in her eyes.

"Guys!" she exclaimed euphorically. "There's a hot guy that just entered the ballroom. You should come see this."
"What's so important about him?" (G/f/n) scoffed.
"Some girls are saying it's an Avenger."

You stood up in the time of a blink, making the chair fall in the process. But you couldn't care less: if there was a possibility that Pietro could be there, in this room with you, you had no time to lose. You heard your friend's shouts behind, but didn't even thought of turning around.

You approached what seemed to be the entrance of the room, where a small but incessantly growing crowd separated you from your objective. As you tried to make a path between the mass, a conversation between girls near you reached your ears.

"Do you really think it's one of the Avengers?" whispered one.
"I don't know, but he's hot." replied the other.

They continued talking, but you were now too far to hear them. Distinct whispers and murmurs resonated in your ears, without meaning. Finally, after pushing a lot of people around, and not to their content, you arrived at the front of the crowd, and a big smile appeared on your lips.

It really was him. He was there, for real, standing a couple of meters away, and to your surprise dressed in a suit. Honestly, it was the more elegant you've ever seen him dressed in. But weirdly enough, to his side were standing a couple of the popular girls, talking and batting their lashes as to seduce him.

"So, what's your name pretty boy?" one of the girls asked.

Looking rather unimpressed, Pietro was about to answer when his gaze encountered yours. Instantly, a smirk appeared on his face, and he turned to the girl nonchalantly.

"Look, kiddo, it doesn't matter." he replied mockingly.
"And why's that?" she questioned, looking rather offended.

If you were standing a couple of meters away before, in the time of blink you felt arms around your waist, and realized your were now in the middle of the crowd, in your boyfriend's arms. You grinned, then looked at the group of girls that were now in front of you.

"I'm already taken." stated Pietro, laying a small kiss on your forehead. "You can take your leave now."

In answer, probably not used to ever get refused by someone, the girls groaned before dispersing through the crowd. Repressing a laugh, you turned around to face your boyfriend, raising your head in his direction with a smile.

"You can't possibly know how much I love you right now." you whispered, engulfing him in a thigh hug.
"Oh, I can imagine, princessa." he chuckled, stroking your hair before gently laying a kiss on the top of your head.

He cupped your cheeks in his hands and brought your face closer, softly pressing his lips against yours. You didn't need to be asked twice to join him, as you laid your arms around his neck, closing the space between your bodies. You two kept the position for long seconds before breaking apart, bright smiles over both of your faces.

"Why are you here?" you questioned him. "Weren't you busy tonight?"
"Wanda insisted she would do my job and told me to rejoin you." Pietro stated with a smirk. "She really likes you, y'know."
"Remind me to thank her later, then."

With a chuckle, he gave you yet another kiss before leaning back to get a view of your dress. His eyes immediately widened in shock.

"Babe, you look beautiful." he whispered. "It really fits you well."
"You're not so bad yourself." you giggled.
"Just say it, I look awesome."

You both laughed, staying in each other's arms for a while. You couldn't be more glad to have your dear boyfriend with you, on this night that meant so much. Everything was perfect, exactly how you imagined it. You closed your eyes, hoping you weren't in some dream. But when you reopened them, you realized something: the crowd around was still there. They were all looking at you and your boyfriend, whispering with puzzled faces.

"Everyone is staring at us." you murmured, feeling you cheeks heating up.
Your boyfriend laughed. "Do you guys like the show?" he exclaimed, looking around at everyone.

You punched him on the shoulder, trying to make him shut up.

"Pietro, shut it. They're my classmates."
"But if they're staring babe, let's at least give them something to look at."
"C'mon, let's get out of here. It makes me uneasy."

You took Pietro's hand in yours, pulling him with you through the mass of people towards a less crowded area. Majority of them looked at you very confused, some even tried to engage a conversation, but you ignored them and kept walking forward. Finally, you found the path to your table where your best friend and her boyfriend were sitting, still sucking out each other's face. Without a warning, you pulled your chair and sat, forcing Pietro to sit next to you. (G/f/n) turned to you as soon as she noticed your presence, not noticing the pretty blonde next to you at first.

"(Y/n)!" she exclaimed. "Where in the hell were you?"
"(G/f/n), this is Pietro." you stated, pointing your boyfriend with a smirk. "Pietro, this is my best friend (G/f/n)."

At first, she was in shock. Not even a word could get out of her mouth. And as Pietro sent her a quick hand sign, she turned to you, completely astonished.

"(Y/n), holy shit." she commented. "It never occurred to you to mention to me that you were dating a member of the freaking Avengers?"
"Nope." you grinned, laying your head on you boyfriend's shoulder. "I mean, we tried our best to keep it hidden and all of that."

She exhaled deeply, probably still trying to process the information she received. But after a while, she stood up rapidly and got right next to Pietro, angrily waving her index in his face.

"My best friend is an amazing, kind and incredible person, and I'm sure you deserve her." she stated. "But dare to do her any bad, and I can assure you that even your Avengers buddies won't be able to protect you. In other words..."

She approached his ear with a sadistic smile, before whispering:

"Hurt her and I'll break your neck."

At first, Pietro looked really puzzled, but he still chuckled, laying his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer.

"Don't worry." he declared. "I'll never lay a finger on my dear (Y/n)."
"Good."

She turned to you, joyful smile stamped on her lips.

"You chose well honey." she affirmed. "You two look really cute together."
"I'm usually the one saying that, but thanks." you joked with a laugh.

As (G/f/n) was about to add something, everything around fell silent, only to leave its place to the moment every couple in this place waited for: the slow.

Euphoric, you immediately saw (G/f/n) pulling her boyfriend to the dance floor, and disappearing into the crowd. You turned to Pietro with a delighted look.

"C'mom, let's go!" you exclaimed, taking his hand into yours and leading him through the mass of people, holding tight not to lose him.

The song was already started when you arrived in the dance floor, but it didn't matter: you turned around to face him, sparks in your eyes.

"You are so freaking adorable." Pietro whispered as he laid his arms around your waist, his gaze locked onto yours.

You giggled lightly, laying your head onto his shoulder peacefully. This was perfect. Everything you could ever ask for. Being there, with Pietro, at your prom night, was truly a dream coming true. And even if you weren't really dancing, you enjoyed every second of it.

"Thank you love." you murmured tenderly. "Thank you for being here with me."
"I wouldn't have missed it for nothing in the world, princessa."
"I'm so lucky to have you..."
"So am I."