Keep those requests coming in! I've got one in the works right now so if you have any other ideas you would like me to attempt to bring to writing let me know!

[warnings: none here, just be prepared for some puns as icy as your powers. Also, I apologize this kinda was thrown together and not some of my best writing]

To say you and the silver speedster were close.... was a complete and utter lie.

You two were the furthest thing from friends and neither of you quite knew why. Things just didn't work out the way most people expected.

He was the person who ran too fast and you were the person to throw the ice that made him slip. Everything after that was history. You guys just didn't like each other.

Every day went about the same for the two of you, and you both made quite the effort to avoid each other as much as possible.

That is until Wanda decided she had enough of what was going on in both of your heads.

"Y/N," Pietro greeted curtly as you walked past him to the gym, not bothering to give you a second thought.

"Good morning Pietro," You respond coolly, moving to take your place beside Natasha.

"Someone's seeming extra frosty today?" She remarks teasingly.

"I did not wake up this early in the morning to deal with you and your ice puns Natasha," You snark back, and she smirks. "Especially when mine are so much better."

"Whatever you say Y/N." She responds turning her attention to the training sequence board behind you, "I'm just wondering if you're willing to deal with Pietro."

Your gaze snaps to the board and widens in shock at the training for today.

Y/N L/N ------ Pietro Maximoff

"That's it, I knew I should've stayed in bed," You mutter, and Wanda joins you, smiling in approval at the pairing.

"That's good luck, no?" She asks.

"What makes you say that?" Natasha questions.

"Well, I think it's a chance for Y/N to finally vent her frustrations out on their source," Wanda responds calmly and you raise an eyebrow at her.

She shrugs. "Your thoughts are louder than you'd expect. Just don't bruise him up too terribly."

You sigh, glancing at the silver speedster waiting for you in the ring. "I make no promises."

Pietro sends a cheeky smile at you, as you climb in to join him. "You were right."

"Yeah? How so?" You ask, getting into a fighting stance.

"It is, a very good morning," he responds, before racing towards you.

Before you can even comprehend his movement, your back slams onto the floor with Pietro holding you down.

"Oooh, Maximoff that was cold." You respond before freezing the floor of the ring. Pietro almost immediately loses his grip and slips, giving you the chance to flip the two of you over.

You pin him down with your knee pressing the point of your knee into his chest. "But I'm just a touch colder."

"Careful dragă, I don't think I'm the one on thin ice." He responds, and you hear a faint giggle from the other side of the room. You glance over and only see Natasha nod at something Wanda had said.

"Find something funny?" You ask your grip on Pietro slackening slightly.

"Don't you worry about a thing Y/N," Natasha responds. "Other than him of course."

You glance back down at Pietro and realize he's beaming up at you and pushes you aside now that your grip is lost.

The two of you slide to opposite ends of the ring and glance up at each other. In your shock, the thin layer of ice on the mat dissipates and although you try to kick and dodge, Pietro once again pins you to the ground.

For a moment you realize how close both of your faces are and your E/C gaze meets his icy blue eyes and for a moment you swear you see a flicker of red behind him. By the time you look over, however, it's gone.

"Comfortable are you not?" He asks and an idea pops into your head.

It's stupid and uncharacteristic of you, but at this point, you're running out of options.

"I would say I've been warmer."

You quickly close the distance between the two of you, locking your lips with his.

At first, he tenses up and you realize your plan might be foiled, but he slowly melts into the kiss and for a moment...

Just one small second...you forget your plan entirely and it's just him.

And you.

However, that moment ends just as quickly as it started, and you use whatever energy you have left to throw yourself off Pietro and roll aside, tossing two globs of ice in your wake.

Pietro sits up rather shocked and in a slight daze before looking down at his wrists and ankles which have been cuffed together by your ice.

You brush yourself off triumphantly before glancing over at Natasha and Wanda and climbing out of the rink. "You two going to call it, or should I?"

Natasha raises her hands in defense and Wanda gives you a slight thumbs up as you exit the gym, waving your hand a final time so all your ice dissipates.

"Y/N! Y/N wait!" You hear a voice call out to you and you turn around to find Pietro. "That kiss, it was-"

"Cold?" You cut off, raising an eyebrow. To say that you felt bad about the kids was an understatement. Honestly, you don't know what came over you.

"Not as cold as you'd expect," He responds teasingly and flashes you a smile. "Your hands, however, were freezing."

"You know what they say, cold hands and cold heart." You say shrugging as your hands ice over and he laughs.

"As I recall the saying has something about a warm heart," Pietro says, taking a step toward you, "Which I'm surprised you didn't realize because you have one of the warmest hearts I know."

You sigh. "How can you even say that? I never even got to know you and I've been avoiding you all this time."

"Well, you are not completely to blame for that," Pietro recalls. "I do remember wanting to avoid any possible hallways slick with ice."

"You prank someone one time..." You mutter and the two of you laugh before falling into a comfortable silence.

"You are not so bad, you know that?" Pietro murmurs, his gaze once again meeting yours.

"Well, you're not so bad yourself Maximoff," You reply, smiling much wider than you have in a while. "I'm going back to bed, but I'll definitely see you around Pietro."

He nods and you smile at him one more time before starting to walk away.

"H-hey! Y/N?!"

You turn around quizzically.

"Maybe, I could see you after? Like for coffee or something?"

"Meet me at Chino's. 3 pm." You say with a smile, before turning away. "I do love their iced tea."

"I'll be there," Pietro breathes in excitement before racing off somewhere in the compound in excitement.

A couple doors down Wanda sets down her book and smiles, watching the red energy around her hands dissipate.

"About time."