To me - Pietro x Reader

Title: To me
Fandom: Age Of Ultron
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff/reader

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You yourself were a high level agent in the avengers, you helped them when Loki decided to attack the city. Course when the year went by and the team lead everyone to get back what had been taken.

That’s where you had met the Maximoff twins, at first they had been on the wrong side of the fight, but during over time things had changed and Steve and brought the two with them.

You didn’t hold anything to the two cause they had believed that revenge was one way, but then again they could always just keep a rather comfortable distance from Tony Stark.

Though unknown to you...you have caught the eye of the speedster twin, course Wanda had taken notice and never really let her brother spend much time not knowing it.

Then again it didn’t work well when being told to confess to you, you’d always been training for a few hours in the training room. That or you’d be out on missions...maybe even out for a jog with Steve.

But what he didn’t know was the reason for all this training, running and taking many missions without question or worries....cause of of one thing.

People would call you Agent Wolf, not because of your families last name that was far from it..but..reason was cause your mother’s last name had been Wolf at one point.

The reason for the change of last name was really unknown to most people, a secret you kept only to yourself and never opened up to anyone about.

It wasn’t like you had a no choice but not to share it...it was just hard..

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“This is getting ridiculous..she hasn’t been spending time with anyone for quite sometime now.” Pietro scoffed arms crossed as he watched you punch the punching bag in front of you.

“She always been like that.” Clint told him as he walked passed.

“She’ll end up tiring herself out!” Pieto sighed then looked at his sister who stood beside him.

“There must be a reason for her to act like this brother.” Wanda reasoned with him.

“Yeah...but I want to find out what it is that caused her to.” He mumbled, his gaze back at the girl who had continued punching at the bag.

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Punch after punch you took on the punching bag, your hands had been wrapped up in your tap you’d have with you sometimes. Apparently the feeling of your hands in finger-less gloves had been gotten used to so most of the time was what was found on them...that or the tap on them now..

Grunting at each punch you tried your hardest to send off your strongest hit you could muster, but what had really happened was something that had brought you back into your past and what had happened then.

Training with a father who believed in mastering a blow or a move was the hardest, even when he would always compare you to your two older brothers.

“Well done (Y/N) you are approving rather well, your brothers have master that much younger then you have now.” Your father spoke with a smile, arms behind his back.

“Thank you dad, with more practice I’m sure ill be able to meet up to what you see for me.” You replied.

With a nod of his head he walked back into the house without another word, leaving you there for time to yourself, looking down you sighed and stared at your hands.

Why? Why does he keep comparing you to your two older brothers? Should it really matter that your a girl not a boy that needs just a bit more time to be just as good as them?

If not...then why the hell train you to even be a fighter? Let alone even try to if you were seen as just a bit lower then your brothers?

Arms wrapped around you as you finally noticed one of your older brothers staring at you with sad eyes.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N) I wish father wouldn’t compare his kids...” (B/N) said then kissed your forehead.

Something like this always happened...but your two older brothers would take turns comforting you.

Finally out of the brief flash back you growled out and punched the punching bag faster and took your anger out on it, usually you were calm about most things...but the short flash back you just had wasn’t really helping you.

Course Wanda who still stood beside her brother just outside the room saw it all and frowned then looked to her brother, nodding her head before turning away and walked down the hall.

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Taking a short break you sat down on the floor, back to the wall and took a quick sip of your water, being out of breath you leaned your head back on the wall behind you and closed your eyes.

Everything was silent when the door opened which lead you to looking at who walked in, Pietro had.

“Hey there...” He started rubbing the back o his neck.

“What is it?” You asked knowing the look in his eye.

Sighing he took a seat next to you and was silent for a while before speaking up once more.

“Why do you do all this?” He asked like in a whisper.

“Do what?” You replied looking at the floor by your feet.

“Train everyday...not be around anyone else in this tower..” By now his eyes were fixed on you.

“To get stronger.” You scoffed, as if the question was stupid to you.

“For what?” He pressed on.

“Why the hell should you know?” You spat suddenly annoyed.

“Cause you could really tire yourself out! We all care about you! Why can’t you see that!” He snapped.

“I don’t need you guys to care!” You stood up glaring at him.

“Yeah well we do anyways!” He got up quickly, course it was his powers that helped him to as well.

After a moment of glaring at one another and deep breaths being taken of the sudden argument you sighed and looked away.

“Why should I tell you anything at all?” You asked.

“I was told you’ve always been like this since you joined, but no one really knows why you are like this.” He started. “Usually people act the way they do because of something...what is your reason?” He finished.

Remaining silent you continued to look at the wall, refusing to even speak about it to him.

“At least tell me so I can understand.” He tried.

“Understand? You want to understand?” You started walking up to him. “You will never understand me!” You suddenly shouted then walked away once you grabbed your water bottle.

Not about to let this go he had speed to the door, stopping you from even getting out.

“I wont move until you give me a damn reason for all this.” He told.

“What can you understand?” You hissed out.

“Then help me understand!” He hissed back.

“You could never understand the feeling of your own father always comparing you to your siblings! You would never understand the feeling of being the weak one out!” You shouted without thinking, taking a deep breath you widen your eyes slightly then slently cursed at yourself for letting those words pass your lips.

The words you have been keeping away from just about anyone who had become your comrades and even friends. So why was Pietro to be allowed of the many to know?

Then again you did over time become close friends with him and Wanda, but since then you never spoke of your past at all to them either, kindly Wanda didn’t look into your thoughts when she noticed you in deep though when coming back from a mission much to your relief.

With this news though Pietro froze, he didn’t think you’d be compared to just about anyone...you were strong without a doubt, you believed in your comrades when separated and were also great in hand-to-hand combat.

“You were....” He started but couldn’t finish, only because in that moment he brought you into his arms and his chin rested on your head.

“Stop thinking you have to prove anything...your not in your old house anymore...you don’t need to push yourself to do anything...let me..let us help you believe that your never ever will be lower then anyone. To me your a very strong women...one that can take a lot of shit and be just fine.” Pietro started off, hand running through your hair.

“Let someone like me show you that you are not alone any longer...let me in and I promise I will stand beside you.” He finished kissing your head where the hair line was.

Hearing his words made you drop your water bottle and move your hands to rest on his chest, and for once you let out your tears you hid for so many years. Crying with someone like Pietro holding you made the weight lift of your shoulders.

After a few moments your crying had stopped and you moved slightly only to look up at him. He gave you a small smile, cupping your cheek with one hand the other around your waist holding you to him.

“Just know..I love you okay?” He whispered. Leaning down with eyes closed and gently kissed your lips.

Pulling away once you had kissed him back and it was held for a moment you opened your eyes and looked at him.

“I love you too.” You told back then laid your head on his chest as he held you close.

To him you were a strong women...yet you didn’t let yourself believe that..up until now.