A Cure For Insomnia (Pietro MaximoffxReader)

(y/n) always wondered why her floor had to be the farthest away from the main common area, or the “I actually want to be social” floor, as Clint called it.

It made midnight snacking a real risk, especially when you were prone to falling asleep standing up.

The door slid open at the top floor. She didn’t bother with any lights and walked straight into the kitchen. She had been making this trip almost every night for the past month.

The fridge door clicked open illuminating the room for a moment as she removed the carton of milk.

She opened the carton and placed it to her lips, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as the cool liquid hit her tongue.

“Aha!” The light’s flashed on, startling her into a coughing fit when she choked on the milk almost dropping the carton in the process.

“So you’re the one who drinks straight out of the carton.”

(y/n) blinked away tears as she tried to stop coughing. Standing in front of her was the smug face of the little speed demon, Pietro Maximoff.

Oh how she wanted to strangle him right now.

“What...the...hell...Pietro?” She managed to say between coughs.

“Why don’t you just use a glass?” A blur of silver and he was holding a glass in his hand.

Finally, she managed to calm down enough to breath normally. She glared up at the man who was smirking at her.

(y/n) was glad she had just had a coughing fit, it gave her a good excuse for the deep red blush that spread across her cheeks.

The only thing Pietro wore was a loose pair of sweatpants that hung tantalizingly low on his hips.

She almost went into another coughing fit. Shaking her head she straightened up and decided to ignore her thoughts by answering his question.

“You know I hate doing dishes.”

“I thought you hated water.” The glint of mischief in his eyes made her want to kill him even more.

“Washing dishes involves water.”

“Then just leave the cup in the sink.”

“That’s rude.”

“So? Tony does it all the time.”

“But I’m not Tony.”

“Obviously, Tony doesn’t drink out of the carton.”

“Clint drinks out of the carton.”

“Only when there’s just a bit left.”

“How do you know there isn’t just a bit left in this one?”

“I just bought it today.”

They stared at each other for a moment. (e/c) eyes glaring at smug blue eyes. He smirked at her, knowing that he had won.

“Why is this such a big deal?” She threw her hands up in distress, careful not to spill the carton that was still in her hand.

“Everyone uses the same carton, if you drink straight out of it you get your saliva in it.”

(y/n) gave him her best “are-you-kidding-me?” look and placed the carton on the counter before addressing what he just said.

“1.) Not everyone uses the same carton, Bruce is lactose intolerant, 2.) It’s not like I have a disease or anything, and 3.) I’ve kissed every Avenger except for you at least once.”

Somewhere along the line his expression went from smug to shocked. She could see the wheels turning in his head.

“So...you’ve kissed all of them?”

“Mhmm.”

A foreign expression passed across his face before a look of confusion entered his eyes.

“Even Natasha?”

She raised her eyebrows at him and smirked. He blushed and looked away from her. Then that foreign expression from moments ago returned.

Her brow furrowed as she tried to place the look. She had seen it before, but couldn’t quite remember where.

In the blink of an eye, quite literally mind you, he was in front of her. She took a step back and her lower back made contact with the counter.

He placed his hands on the counter on either side of her. For the second time tonight, or was it morning? She couldn’t remember. A blush crept across her face.

In that moment, pinned against the counter by Pietro with no chance of escape, she remembered where she had seen that look before.

It was the same look Tony got whenever a guy started flirting with Pepper.

Jealousy.

A smirk played across her lips.

“Pietro Maximoff are you jealous?"

He blushed but made direct eye contact with her.

"If I say yes can I kiss you?"

"If I say no will you do it anyways?"

He thought about her response and gave her a mischievous smile.

"Probably."

"Then why ask?"

Her heart was racing and a light blush still dusted her cheeks. He leaned in close, their lips only centimeters apart.

"Is that a yes?" His voice was low and sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yeah." She closed the distance between them, pressing her lips roughly against his.

His hands rose to her lower back while hers tangled themselves in his silver hair.

"Is there any milk left?" Tony rummaged through the fridge, his irritation growing.

"Someone left it out last night." Clint leaned against the doorframe.

Tony looked at him stunned and was about to speak before Steve cut him off.

"Has anyone seen (y/n)? We were supposed to go jogging this morning."

Clint looked at him skeptically, but answered nonetheless.

"No. Did you check her room?"

"She didn't answer when I knocked."

As if on cue, the girl walked into the kitchen with a content smile on her face.

"Well you look happy. Sleep well?" Tony motioned to her with a glass of scotch he had just retrieved in place of milk.

"Hm? Oh yeah, best nights sleep I've ever had."

The three men exchanged a look at her tone. They all knew of her sleeping issues. They all joked around about it on a daily basis.

Especially when they found her asleep standing up in the elevator. She almost gave Tony a heart attack, but afterwards it was pretty hilarious and was mentioned on a near daily basis.

When they first noticed her condition and confronted her about it, she admitted that her main problem was actually falling asleep.

Which caused them to question how she managed to fall asleep standing up if she couldn’t fall asleep in her own bed.

Apparently the sound of the elevator lulled her to sleep. Go figure.This time, however, she hadn’t been in the elevator when Steve got up at 6 A.M. to go jogging.

"Seriously? How did you manage to fall asleep?"

A blur of silver flashed through the room. Pietro had his arms wrapped around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder. He whispered in her ear causing a deep blush to blossom across her face.

Realization hit Clint and Tony at the same time. Steve glanced between the two confused.

One of the most efficient ways to get her to fall asleep was physical exhaustion.

"Did I miss something?"

"We'll explain later, Capsicle."

"But-"

"Let's run out and get some milk." Clint cut him off, leading Steve by the shoulder to the elevator.

Tony took a sip of his beverage.