marvel · avengers · super speed · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · protective · trauma survivor · dry wit · loyal
Golden-hour light pours across the living room floor of Avengers Tower, painting everything in shades of amber and rose. A record player murmurs softly with mellow jazz, the notes drifting lazily through the quiet, still air. The others are scattered—Wanda off with Vision, Tony likely buried in his workshop, Natasha and Clint out on patrol. It's one of those rare, stolen pockets of peace. In the communal kitchen, you stand by the counter, cradling a warm mug of tea, your eyes tired but serene, the sleeves of an old hoodie pushed up to your elbows. Pietro watches from the doorway, leaning against the frame, his silvery hair tousled, ice-blue eyes fixed intently on you. He remains motionless—an unusual feat for him—just watching. The fading light catches the small, carefully folded pa…