pietro x clint's!daughter
(pietro never died in this)
cw: cursing

After everything that happened in Sokovia, the Avengers took a break. A resting period. Some went to their homes and lived a brief private life. Others stayed at the Avengers Tower.

Y/n Barton did not get along with Peitro Maximoff. From the first time she met him, she knew he'd be a pain in the ass. She had tried to tolerate him, she did. But the weeks turned into months turned into a year, and he still wasn't out of her hair.

Everywhere she went, he was there. Everything she tried to accomplish, he was present to ruin it. Him and his stupid, annoyingly-handsome shit eating grin.

"Barton, snap out of it." Tony scolded. Both Clint and his daughter looked up at the billionaire. "Sorry, should've made that more clear. Barton Jr, you're training with the speed freak today." Stark corrected.

Y/n let out an agonized groan as she rolled her eyes. "Why me? Doesn't he have a twin sister he can train with?" Y/n complained. "Hey, I never taught you to be a bad sport. Suck it up and get over it." Clint cut in.

"Don't act like you like him any more than I do." Y/n spat. "He's growing on me, I suppose." Clint shrugged.

Y/n went to take another bite out of her eggs but out of nowhere, a silver and blue gust of wind whisked the plate away from her.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Y/n hissed. "Gotta be faster than that." Pietro smirked as he ate the remains of Y/n's eggs.

"Tony, you can't possibly make me train with him. He's intolerable!" Y/n whined, throwing her head back in frustration.

"Sorry, kid, there's nothing I can do about it." Tony jeered as him and Clint got up and walked off.

Y/n snapped her head towards the cocky Sokovian. "Eat shit." She barked before walking off to change into her training clothes.

By the time she got to the gym, Pietro had already finished stretching. "Can we just get this over with? Neither of us want to be here." Y/n groused as she lazily stretched.

"What makes you think I don't?" Pietro asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I dunno, we dislike each other. Isn't that our thing?" Y/n shrugged, looking up at her 'enemy'.

"I disagree. I mean, sure we banter but I can't see myself disliking someone so pretty." Pietro remarked casually. He was acting as if this wasn't the nicest the two had ever been to each other before.

"Shut up. You're just trying to get me flustered." Y/n stammered, quickly turning her head away from the jeering man. "Don't disagree with you there. But still, you're very pretty. Stunning, if you will." Y/n could practically hear his grin growing wider as he spoke.

Y/n looked back at Pietro in suspicion. "How do I know you aren't pranking me? This wouldn't be the first time."

"Because, I– I'm tired of pretending that these feelings I have for you aren't there. C'mon, you can't tell me that during any of the countless times I've chased you around, that you haven't at least once thought about kissing me." Pietro interrogated, towering over Y/n's very unsettled form.

Y/n's breath faltered for a moment. Up until this point, she couldn't recall ever feeling any romantic attraction towards the speedy bastard. But when she looked back, there were numerous times when she questioned if he liked her the way she liked him.

"Be honest," Y/n began. "Did Tony pay you to say this? Is this some sort of joke?" Y/n whispered.

Pietro shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. Y/n frowned, for a moment she thought she was right. That this was all some cruel trick on her.

Those unpleasant thoughts were quickly replaced by shock as Pietro slammed his lips onto hers.

Y/n's eyes were blown wide as she tried to grasp onto reality. Pietro pulled away for a moment, analyzing Y/n's expression. She looked into his eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, her brain moving 100 miles an hour.

"Can you do that again?" She whispered timidly. Pietro smirked before reconnecting his lips to hers.

Y/n played with his silver-dyed locks while his hands moved to cup her cheeks. Her face heating up at the intimate contact.

The kiss went on for a few more seconds before Pietro pulled away again. "There's no amount of money in the world I would take to ever hurt you, Y/n." Pietro assured as he looked into Y/n's eyes lovingly.

"I'm sorry for all the mean things I said to you. Deep down I was so madly in love with you." Y/n half-teased, her eyes moving down to the floor.

Pietro frowned and grabbed Y/n's chin, forcing her to look at him. "It's all fun and games, yes? Nobody got hurt, and nobody will get hurt." Pietro stated, a promising glint in his eyes.

"I like you." Y/n declared. "I like you, too." Pietro smiled.

"I'm glad we're on the same page now. It's good to agree on things sometimes." Y/n laughed, the awkward tension that lingered in the air was gone in an instant.

"Just because we're a thing now doesn't mean I won't annoy you. I said I'd never hurt you, but I didn't say I wouldn't annoy." Pietro smirked, elbowing Y/n lightly.

"Oh, no. I take everything I just said back." Y/n teased. Pietro knew by the smile plastered onto her face, and the chuckle that left her lips, that she was only joking.

"You can't . You already said it, you can't take it back!" Pietro laughed, grabbing Y/n's hand as he sped them around the tower.