Being in a relationship with the Avengers Speedster wasn’t something you’d ever consider before you met him. Something about his electric blue eyes, teasing demeanor, and strong build had captivated you. And before you knew it, you had gotten yourself into a relationship with him.

Pietro was the doting boyfriend. If you were hurt, he’d bandage you up as soon as possible. You were hungry? He already ran across the city to buy your favorite food or snacks. You needed affection? He was like a big polar bear. His arms were always open for you, his smile always brighter, and his attention solely got you.

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He argued with me about everything. He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye.

Good question. It all started with a particularly harsh and dangerous mission. You were angry at his recklessness out of worry, and he was on edge thanks to both Wanda and him having gotten injuries.

What started as a conversation quickly escalated into a heated argument, with both of you yelling and shouting at each other. For your relationship, this was definitely a new obstacle. You and Pietro barely ever fought, and when you did, it was always civil and in private.

This time, your argument had been in the med bay, with the other Avengers silently watching in shock as the two of you screamed and argued.

It didn’t end well. Both of you stormed out after yelling ”FINE!” and agreeing to breakup. Not your best moment, honestly.

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Bad Idea, Right?

Not well….Well, not the worst. But definitely not as well as you would’ve liked to be.

You and Pietro still had feelings for each other, and they didn’t fade away. *At all.

So, for both being stubborn and hard headed, you two continued to flirt. And banter. And kiss. All while swearing, “We’re exes.”

You’d grown this…’will-they-won’t-they’ dynamic nowadays. Wanda is tired. Tony is amused. Yelena and Natasha place bets every sunday. The rest of the Avengers are either preparing for another fight within you two or for another makeout session.

50/50 really.

And as much as you want to — how could you hate that blue-eyed son of a bitch?

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Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy — Not me, if you ever cared to ask. Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby. God, I wish that I could do that!

Maybe I'm too emotional but your apathy is like a wound in salt.

Fuck it it’s fine.

Tony just had to throw another gala, what’s a billionaire without his alcohol? Unfortunately, all the Avengers were forced to attend. That meant you and Pietro too.

So, for a bit of pettiness and spite, ill advised by Wanda, you decided to dress up in your best dress. Did your hair, and damn, were you good looking.

Now, it’s around halfway through the party, you’re a little buzzed from some asgardian liquor Thor decided to bring and take shots from, but just conscious enough to know what’s happening and what’s going down.

You were preoccupied, a lipstick stained glass of champagne and flirting with a mildly attractive party-goer. You were half-listening to what whatever the man was saying, more interested in playing with his collar when you met the gaze of a certain speedster.

Pietro stood across the room, a barely concealed scowl on his face. He was silently complaining to Wanda, who was currently with Vision.

Pietros gaze stayed on you, glaring at the guy you were flirting with.