Mission: Protecting You (Pietro x Reader)

Summary : (y/n) is an Avenger, a spy and former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent like Black Widow to be exactly. In her past she joined a mission involving a Russian mafia.
She has outsmarted them and now several years later they want revenge. The other Avengers worry about her so they decide to give her a protector.
Pietro is chosen. And the fun begins...

Word count: 2.858

Warnings: cursing, fighting



- At the conference room of the new Avengers Base -


Tony closed the door and took a seat beside his allies. “Good, everyone's here now. I've summoned you all because of a special task.”

All of our Earth's Mightiest Heroes sat assembled around a table, looking at each other curiously.
Well, everyone except one particular member.

“Wait, where's (y/n)?” Steve asked and gazed at Tony suspiciously.
“If you're planning on doing some prank to her, count me out.” Natasha huffed and got up, quickly followed by Wanda.
Tony held his hands up. “No, wait. I'm serious right now. (y/n)'s in danger.”

Wanda and Natasha gave each other a look before sitting down again.

“Why is Lady (y/n) in danger?” Thor asked and leaned over the table.

Tony took a deep breath. “You guys remember this threat she got last week?”
“From this Russian mafia she did outsmart back within S.H.I.E.L.D.? Yeah, I recall that.” Clint remembered and crossed his arms over his chest.
Bruce, Natasha, Thor and Steve nodded while Pietro, Wanda and Vision just awkwardly watched them.
The twins and him weren't long enough with them to know that.

“They sent her another message. Luckily F.R.I.D.A.Y. caught it and informed me first.” Tony explained.
“I think (y/n) is able to protect herself. Why we should not tell her?” Vision interfered calmly.

Tony rolled his eyes. “We all know her. She's hotheaded. And she's thinking she can do everything by herself. That's not true, she needs us.”
“She is a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Stark. One of the bests as I've heard, I think she can handle these.” Wanda said.
“And she's an Avenger.” Natasha added.

“Guys, you didn't see that message. They mean business.” Tony announced. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., show 'em.”
“Of course, Mr. Stark.” Tony's new A.I. responded with it's Irish accent.

The conference room got dark and a video got played at the wall.
Covered men beside an old woman was seen. She was tied to a chair and cried bitterly.
In her hands and knees stuck knives, blood slowly dropping out of the wounds.
One of the men stepped forward, looking directly into the camera and saying a name. “(y/n) (l/n).”
Then he broke her neck in a fast move. With his bare hands.

The video went black and the room brightened up again.
Silence lingered in the room.

“Who... who was that woman?” Bruce asked huskily.
Tony looked at him sternly. “She was her primary school teacher.”

“What do they want from her?” Wanda asked while looking at her pale twin brother.
Tony shrugged. “I don't know. Drive her to insanity and then kill her?”

Suddenly Pietro's fist made contact with the table, the loud crash echoing through the room. “We need to protect her.”

Everybody got startled from his sudden outburst and looked at him perplex.
Tony was the first one to speak (as always). “Since you're being so emotional right now, you can play her bodyguard if you want to.”

Pietro nodded and looked at his companions determined. “I'm on it.”


*~*~~*~*


”No... No, I'll follow your command, Fury. But I still don't understand, I was already assigned for that mission.” You said into your phone, calling with Fury.

You made your walk through the training room of the Avengers base, passing many agents.
Fury interrupted you. You stopped walking, listening to his words.
“Clint's now assigned? Well, okay... Alright. Copy that.” you sighed and ended the call.

You didn't understand anything right now. One mission after another one got canceled without a proper reason.
Everything you did right now was staying at the base. Nothing more, just chatting with agents and your team mates, eating and sleeping. And breathing.

You felt betrayed and wondered if you did anything wrong. Maybe a few agents were still H.Y.D.R.A. and tried to trick you?

Suddenly you felt a gust of wind and out of the blue Pietro walked beside you with a big grin. “Hey, Princess.”
As always your knees weakened when he called you like that. You smiled at him sweetly. “Hi, Piet.”

“What you're up too?” he asked and walked with you to your room.
You groaned. “Nothing. Again. Somehow I get kicked out of every mission I assign to.”
“I'm sure it'll get better soon. Enjoy your free time.” he comforted and winked at me. “See you later.”

He disappeared, only leaving a blurred trail of blue.
You sighed and opened the door to your room. “I hope you're right.”


*~*~~*~*


Next day, you made your walk to one of the business rooms.
In those rooms were missions offered for common agents. Normally you wouldn't participate on one of those.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.

As you got there, you strictly went to the registration form, ready to choose a mission.
“Hello, Natalie.” you greeted the secretary.
Natalie was a chubby woman, always nice and helpful.
The first time anyone would see her they wouldn't believe her job involved the Avengers.

“Good morning, Miss (y/n). It's nice to see you.” she smiled at you.
You smiled back. “Nice to see you too. Do you have any mission for me?”
“Let me see.” She grabbed under her table, getting a clipboard.

“There would be...” Natalie began as you felt an odd breeze around you.
Natalie frowned and looked at her clipboard in disbelief. “...nothing. No available mission.”

Your jaw almost dropped. “Someone's gotta be kidding me.”
“I'm sorry, Miss (y/n).” Natalie said and smiled at you.
“It's okay. See you soon.” you answered and turned around, leaving the room.


*~*~~*~*


A couple of hours later you heard some agents talking about a special mission for Natasha and Steve.
They'd be leaving in a few minutes. You saw your chance and quickly grabbed your guns, ready to accompany her.
Who cares about permission anyways?

You jogged down the corridor heading to the jets. They were ready for take off!
Just as you were about to open the main door, you felt a gently puff of air and even saw something blue from the corner of your eye.

Then the door was locked.
“What the hell?” you whispered and rattled at the door, but nothing moved.

“Hey (y/n), what are you doing?” you heard Bruce behind you.
You turned around sighing and smiled at him. “I tried to join Natasha's mission, but apparently they won't let me.”
Bruce removed his glasses. “Of course they don't. The mafia could be everywhere looking for you.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”
“Yes, you know, you need to take caution if...” he stopped when he saw your expression.

Terrible cognizance reached him.
“Oh, I uh, I totally forgot about that... thing I'm currently working on. I need to gotothelabnowbye!” he stuttered fast and opened the door to the cafeteria.

“Oh no, they didn't.”

You ran right away to the common room of the Avengers.
You opened the door with all of your mighty power, slamming it to the wall.

Tony, Wanda, Vision, Pietro and Thor were sitting comfy on couches until you crashed in. They starred at you wide eyed.
“You!” you called, walking towards Tony and squeezing him into the fluffy coach. “Do you really think it's necessary to hold me back from missions?!”

Tony gulped. “I have nooooooooooooooo idea what you're talking about.”

“Stop that!” you cried furiously and tightened your grip. “I can protect myself from this stupid mafia, Stark! I don't need to sit around here doing nothing!”
“I didn't, I uh... I... Help me!” he breathed and looked desperately to his colleagues.
“HA! I knew it.” you growled.

Tony tried to wiggle out of your grip without success. “C'mon Speedy, you're her bodyguard. Get her off of me!”

You froze, slowly turning around. “You?”
You couldn't help but blush. Pietro was your bodyguard? Pietro friggin Maximoff?
You thought you might pass out.

Letting go of a frightened Tony, you walked over to Pietro. “You were the air all the time. Oh my God!”
He was totally calm, looking at you expressionless. “I'm you're protector, Princess.”
“You're not! I don't need a guardian watching over me.” you snorted, still pissed.

“We only mean good, (y/n).” Wanda tried to soothe the situation.
Thor looked at you friendly. “You should ease your mood, Lady (y/n).”

You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to calm down.
After a few seconds you regained your composure and opened them again. “You should know I can protect myself.”
“We know that, we're just trying to give you some extra shielding.” Wanda said smiling.
“But-”
“They killed your primary school teacher.” Vision blurted out.

You looked at him shocked as well as the others.
“They sent another message. We did not want to tell you, but I think you do not leave us a choice.” Vision explained.

You felt your throat tightened, clenching your fists tightly to your body.

“I appreciate that guys, but you don't have to. I'm a big girl.” you whispered after moments of silence, still trying to convince them.
“Then be a big girl and accept your knight in shining armor.” Tony said sassily.

Your eyes floated from Avenger to Avenger, then staying on Pietro.
He looked like your personal guardian angel, ready to destroy everything what came near you.
You fought with yourself, eventually giving in. “Okay, okay... you get my approval.”

Tony faked some coughing. “Good but we would have still done it if you'd declined.”
You gave him a death glare before turning to Pietro. “Don't overdo it, okay?”

Pietro put a hand on his chest, acting like your words hurt him.
“I'd never!”


*~*~~*~*


A couple of days have passed since your discovery.
Anywhere you went, anywhere you stayed, anywhere you did something – Pietro was with you.
It really bugged you the whole time.

Don't get it wrong, you loved having Pietro around.
You didn't tell anyone yet but you had a huge crush on Pietro since the first moment you had laid eyes on him.
Well, anyone except Wanda, she knew probably because of her powers.

So you were really enjoying his company, but...
He was really protective of you. Really.

You couldn't do a single step without him.
The only place he didn't follow you was your bathroom.
He even slept on your couch (that part didn't bug you, hell, it was the exact opposite of that!).

And all those days went by without an assassination of you from that Russian Mafia.
Jeez, they didn't even sent you another message.
You started to believe that this was all pointless.

You thought of ways to escape Pietro, sneaking away whenever he wasn't looking or occupied.
However being Quicksilver he always managed to catch up to you.

One day he even waited outside the toilet room for girls for your return, arms casually crossing over his chest and eyeing everyone who passed by suspiciously.
That was when you exploded.

“Mister Pietro Overprotective Maximoff! That's enough!” you cried out, walking away from him.

“Vhat?” he asked with his charming Sokovian accent and easily kept up with you.
You tried to get rid of him by walking faster, but no can do.

“I have enough. You're fired.” you huffed and walked out of the base, finally being outdoors. The first time for days.
“Pff, I can't be fired, Princess.” he simply said still walking behind you.
You turned around, now walking backwards. “So you wanna be a stalker then?”
“Been there, done that.”

You clinched your fists, madness taking over you. “Pietro! How much longer do I have to tell you that I can protect myse...”
“(y/n)!” Pietro cried, reaching his arms to you but it was too late.

You felt a bullet ripping your flesh apart, burying itself deeply into your shoulder.
You howled from the pain, putting your hands on your wound.

People began to scream and running around, starting a stampede.
Another shots echoed through the atmosphere aiming at you, but Pietro quickly grabbed you and ran with you in his arms behind a car.

“Princess, hey, you alright?” he asked you desperately.
More people screamed and more guns were fired.
“Yes... I guess they're mad now that they missed my head.” you answered and whimpered in pain.

“Son of a bitch.” he cursed and looked over the bonnet, just to get shoot at.
“Wait a sec. And don't move.” he ordered sternly and dashed away.

A couple of seconds later Pietro was already back.
He sank down beside you. “That's them. They're talking in Russian.”
“What are they saying?” you asked and added pressure on your wound.

Pietro looked at you intensely. “They're here to kill you. And they don't back off from civilian casualties.”
You became breathless and tried to stay focus. “We have to stop them.”
He shook his head. “You don't do anything. I am going to stop them.”
“No!” you yowled and grabbed his hand tightly.

Pietro looked at your intertwined hands with big eyes, then back to you.
He grinned cheekily. “You don't have to be worried about me, Princess. I'm going to beat their asses.”
Then he leaned forward and suddenly you felt his lips on yours.

It only last for a second but your whole body was on fire. Your heart was racing and for a brief moment you forget everything around you.
He ended the kiss, his lips still lingering on yours. “I'll be right back, Princess.”

In a flash he left you covered in a beautiful blue cloud.
You did as he told you, stayed quiet and waited for him.
You heard several screams from men and curses in Russian. You guessed Pietro really did beat them up.

Everything went fine until you saw someone approaching you.
It was a member of the mafia, holding a big knife in his hand.
“There you are, you dirty slut.” he growled with a thick accent, trying to stab you.

You dodged away, rolling under the car to the other side and bit your bottom lip in pain.
You tried to get up but another man was unexpectedly hovering over you, kicking you in the stomach.

You groaned and fell back to the ground.
You saw Thor, Vision and Wanda hurrying out of the base, followed by a flying Tony wearing his Iron Man suit.
They started to counteracted and you sighed gladly until you felt another kick in your stomach.

Quickly you entangled your legs with his and in smooth move you slammed him against the ground.
You got up and started running, slowly feeling the blood loss.
The other man followed you and caught up to you, giving you a powerful punch on your injured shoulder.

You cried and stumbled, him giving the chance to grasp and slap you again. This time in the face.

You spit some blood out, then giving your attacker a provoking grin. “You hit like a girl.”
Jumping, your foot made contact with his face, knocking him out.

You exhaled, looking down at him. Suddenly you felt a knife cutting your thigh, making you fall to the ground.
You hit your head on it, seeing stars everywhere. You tried to blink them away but you were too weak now, you couldn't even move a toe.

Another man seated himself on you, laughing at you.
“Die!” he spoke, holding the knife high above you.

Just as his knife was about to touch your chest, he got dragged away from you.
Pietro kicked him a few times, then starting to punch his face ragingly.

“Piet...” you whispered, stopping him. He turned around and looked at you anxiously.
“(y/n)!” he breathed, quickly taking a seat beside you.
He hold you tightly against his chest, pressing you onto him for dear life.

You clung to him, taking a deep breath of his scent. “Is it over?”
“Yes, it is. They're gone.” he whispered and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

Tony, Wanda, Vision and Thor ran to the both of you.
“Are you guys alright?” Wanda asked out of breath.
Pietro nodded. “Yes, but (y/n) needs some medical aid.”

Vision flew away to get some doctors out while Thor and Wanda looked after other agents and civilians.
Tony snickered at the two of you. “Told you you need him.”
“Yes.” you smiled weakly at Pietro while he scooped you up.

“My overprotective bodyguard.”




∞•••∞








- EXTENDED ENDING -



You sat on your bed in the infirmary of the Avengers base, snuggled up in Pietro's arms.

Feeling the sudden need for something sweet, you quickly grabbed for your pop tart Thor had giving you kindly
“Gosh, I'm so hungry.” you told Pietro and got the treat out of its wrapping.

You were about to take a huge bite when suddenly the treat was gone.
Amazed you starred at your hands, hearing some chewing next to your ear.

You turned around, seeing Pietro pleasurably eating your pop tart.

“Hey! That was my pop tart!” you exclaimed outraged.
Pietro just beamed at you. “What? I'm your taster!”
“Right, 'cause I'm in great danger right now.” you pouted and crossed your arms over your chest.
Pietro laughed and kissed your neck.

“Princess, it's my mission to protect you.”