Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seams And it's blue

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Pietro ever since the battle of Sokovia had acted very different to what the rest of the team and mainly Wanda was used to, while he still had that trademark snark to him it was less so, he tended to be less quippy, hell sometimes Tony had to even encourage Pietro to make a joke it was odd. Wanda had noticed that Pietro had become even more protective of her if that were even possible, especially since they were now both Avengers.

But at the end of the day who could blame Pietro? As much as he'd avoid the word he was quite traumatised from the events, watching his former home being ripped to shreds but also being shot multiple times to save a child.

How Pietro survived was a miracle considering how many bullets he took to his chest, but now his bullet wounds were the main source of his discomfort and insecurities, he never wanted to admit that or course but it was painly obvious but everything someone, especially Wanda would ask about it he'd shut them down.

until there was you.

A week or so after the Sokovia Battle you were appointed as Starks new apprentice, working in the lab and training under Tony as his prodigy and quickly Pietro took a liking to you, for once it wasn't a case of him just wanting to have a one night stand or anything like that, he just genuinely liked you as a person and you were able to take his mind off his thoughts, it also helped that you had grown close with Wanda meaning you really had his trust.

Pietro's Bullet wounds after a while had began to finally heal and it was time for the bandages to come off, he was absolutely dreading this, but he couldnt bring him to do it himself so he turned to you for help. He couldn't bare seeing what they had healed into by himself, he wasn't stupid, he knew they'd leave a bunch of nasty scars.

Of course you agreed to help him with removing the bandages so now here he found himself sitting in your lab, leaning against one of the desks as you removed the first bandage. His blue eyes flickered to yours for a moment, analysing your facial expression, he hated the way you were looking at his scars , your face almost saying that you hadn't realised it was this bad.

"...stop looking at them like that." Pietro mumbled, avoiding your gaze, he didnt even want to know what they looked like himself and yet he couldnt help but glance again.

"I said stop-" he growled out, his accent coming out somehow thicker than usual as he swat your hand away from his chest.