You didn't really ever get cold at all. However, lately you had been doing exactly that... Getting cold. You had no clue why. You normally only got cold when you were sick, but you weren't sick. You suspected it was because you were losing weight, so you didn't have as much body fat.

You wanted to go outside, but you didn't have a jacket since you normally don't need one. That's when your eyes landed on Pietro. You absolutely loved that jacket. It was simple other than the arrows on the sleeves. You really wanted to wear it.

The only problem was that he constantly wore it. He never took it off. Ever.

You were considering just getting someone else's jacket, but you kept thinking of his jacket. It didn't help that you had been majorly crushing on Pietro for a while now.

~•~•~•~

"Hello brother." Wanda walked up to Pietro.

"What do you want?" He laughed as he hugged her.

She rolled her eyes as she pulled away from him. "I don't want anything. Well I want you and y/n to finally get together, so I was going to help you win her over."

She smirked as his eyes went wide. "I don't know what you're saying."

"But your mind does. Anyway. It's very simple. Let her wear your jacket." Wanda shrugged.

"She never gets cold though." Pietro didn't understand.

"She has lately actually, and I think she really really loves that jacket." Wanda touched the jacket.

"But I love this jacket." He pouted.

"So you like that jacket, which mind you isn't alive and can be replaced, more than you like y/n who is living and irreplaceable?" Wanda put her hands on her hips, "that's low Pietro."

"I didn't... I didn't ... I'm sorry." He stuffed his hands into his jacket's pockets.

"Mhm. Now whether you give her your jacket or not is up to you, but I'm hoping you'll do the right thing."

She walked away leaving Pietro alone with her words filling his head.

~•~•~•~

You decided to just stay in the compound. You sat on the couch and wrapped yourself in blankets. Eventually you fell in a deep sleep.

Pietro was looking around for you. When he saw you he felt the blood rush to his cheeks because they were so warm. He didn't want to wake you up so he took off his jacket and placed it on the table. He left a note also. Then he sped off to his room to put on a new jacket.

Eventually you woke up, and you thought you were dreaming when you saw Pietro's jacket. You sat up and noticed the note beside it.

Printsessa,
I heard you were getting cold, and that you don't have a jacket. I also heard you really liked my jacket, so I'd like for you to wear it to keep you warm.
From,
Pietro.
Ps. If you are reading this, and you aren't y/n... I better not find you wearing my jacket or I'll hurt you. Y/n is the only one who can wear my jacket other than me, so please try to take it. I dare you.

You giggled at the little ps message.

"I will take this." You picked up the jacket and sighed at how soft it was. Then you looked around to make sure no one was around. You smelled his jacket and sighed once again. It smelled just like his cologne, of which you got used to each time you would hug him. It wasn't too strong, and it definitely wasn't axe. (sorry if you like that brand)

You slipped it on, and it felt so comfy. It was also a little big on you, and you were glad you were losing weight. You zipped it up, and it was already making you feel warm. You finally could go outside.

You first went to the kitchen to eat some peaches.

~•~•~•~

Pietro was walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Once he looked up, he froze in his spot. He noticed you were up, and you also were wearing his jacket. He noticed how the sleeves went a little over your hands. The actual bottom of the jacket went just below your bum. He looked back up to you and his cheeks went red. He thought you looked so cute, and he was glad he decided to let you use it. In fact he probably wouldn't mind if you kept it; that probably is what would happen anyway. Regardless he was proud that you were wearing something of his own. He assumed this is what it felt like when girlfriends wear their boyfriend's clothes.

~•~•~•~

You ate one of the cut up slices of peach then turned around to eat your peaches at the island table. Then you saw Pietro just standing there looking at you.

You were so happy he let you use the jacket that you ran up to him and tackled him in a hug.

"Whoa there printsessa." He chucked rubbing your back.

"Thank you for letting me borrow your jacket Pie." You let go looking to him.

"You're welcome, but I want you to wear it from now on." He smiled.

"Really? Great because I was planning on stealing it anyways." You giggled.

"You're so cute." He chuckled.

You blushed at him when he called you cute. Then you noticed he'd gotten extremely close. His eyes looked to your own and then to your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he put his on your waist. You couldn't believe this was happening.

"So I guess the feelings are mutu-" Pietro interrupted you with a kiss.

You closed your eyes and pulled him closer; you smiled and tried not to laugh as his stubble tickled your face. When he broke the kiss he laughed connecting his forehead to your own. "You're lips taste like peaches."

"Yeah I was fixing to eat them, but now I think I might share them with my boyfriend since he let me wear his jacket." You blushed as he realized what you said.

"We... We're a couple?" He also blushed.

"I was hoping so." You held his hand.

"I'd like that." He genuinely smiled, and then he kissed your lips once more.

After that you both shared the peaches, and then he took you to the park until dinner where he'd take you out to eat for pizza.

It was already looking to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship, and you and Pietro couldn't be happier.