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Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

"Gah, w-why is it so c-cold?" You said out loud, rubbing your arms to get warm.

"Gee, dunno, maybe because we are in Russia. And in winter. In Russia, in winter," Tony's snarky voice entered your ear from your comm. You growled angrily at his remark and glared upwards to the sky even though the chances of him flying above you were slim.

Tentatively scanning the woodland area, your body relaxed seeing no enemies. A sharp gale of wind quickly had you tensing every muscle in your body, your arms wrapping around your midriff to try and keep yourself warm. Your whole body shivered, teeth clacking against each other. Taking a deep breath, and wincing when the cold air froze your nose, you straightened and began to navigate towards the rest of the Avengers.

The echoing of a gunshot made you freeze, your body instinctively diving onto the snow-covered ground. Your (e/c) eyes darted to the source of the noise. Immediately a row of six black bodies armed with large guns assaulted your eyes. They stalked closer to you, shouting something in Russian to you.

"(Name), are you okay?" Wanda's concerned voice filled your ear. You shook your head, almost slapping your forehead at your action when you released she probably couldn’t see the action.

"Nah, it's f-fine, I can t-take them," you quickly told her. In your peripheral vision, you could see clouds of red. You knew if you got in over your head, she would come to help you. Hopefully.

By the time you had focused on your enemies, they were almost upon you. One shoved his gun at you, jerking it up. You unfurled yourself, slowly standing up but kept your slightly warm arms wrapped around your waist. The man who was still pointing the gun at you said something else in Russian.

"Look I can't speak R-Russian, I have n-no idea w-what you're s-saying!" You told him, the tiredness from the cold making you snap over the language barrier. You sighed and closed your eyes for a second. The man in front of you wrapped his finger around the trigger, raising the gun to aim at your forehead. Just before he released the bullet, a small rock flew at him, hitting him in the back of his head. He fell to the ground, knocked out. By the time the person closest to him had realised what had happened, the rock was flying at her, knocking her out as well. The rock flew into the person behind her, knocking them back several metres, quickly arcing back and hitting the person to the left of the first person, making them fly into the person behind them, both falling to the hard ground. The last person, who had had enough time to grab her gun, stood facing you, a small handgun pointed at you.

"Drop zhe rock!" She barked at you, her face devoid of any emotion. Glancing at the rock that was spinning slowly in mid-air, you wondered if you could catch the bullet with your telekinesis. Black Widow had been training you and a few weeks ago you had moved on to catching bullets with your mind. Of course, it was a lot easier said than done. They moved faster than you expected.

"Drop zhe rock or I vill shoot!" She shouted, clicking the safety off. Fear coursing through your system, you made up your mind, throwing the rock as fast as you could at her with your mind, at the same time reaching out to slow the bullet you knew was hurtling towards you. You closed your eyes, your body tensing as you felt the bullet brush past your telekinetic barrier, speeding towards you. You waited for the bullet to hit you, for the pain, for death but all you felt was a slight wind. Daring to open your eyes, you saw Quicksilver smirking at you, his left hand closed. The woman who had shot at you was lying on the floor, eyes closed. Pietro zipped over to you, taking your own hand and placing something cold in your palm.

"I do believe zhis is yours," He smirked, his Sokovian accent slightly stronger than before. In your palm rested the bullet you had tried to catch. You looked up in wonder, staring into his blue eyes.

"T-Thanks," you told him, not sure if you stuttered because of his close proximity or because of the cold. Pietro looked at you in concern, noticing how you were shivering. He wrapped his strong arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer to his chest. His body heat immediately began to warm you up and you sighed in comfort, your muscles unlocking from the tense positions they had been in since you had walked out of the Quinjet. Pietro rubbed his hands up and down your back, using his speed to create friction, warming your back up instantly. Pietro’s hands moved down your body, rubbing your stomach a few times then moving up and down each leg, being careful not to touch above mid-thigh. Once he had rubbed pretty much all of your body he stood back, looking pleased with himself.

"Thank you, I feel much warmer," you told him, for the first time not stuttering from the cold. You smiled brightly at him, extremely happy that you were finally able to feel your toes. Pietro just smiled back at you. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw him truly smile, not one of his smirks. Summoning every ounce of confidence in your being, you grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him closer to you, standing on your tiptoes so your lips are close to his.

"Hey, Pietro, my lips still feel a little cold," you spoke, your lips barely brushing his. The speedster smirked, playing along.

"Really? Vell I can't let any part of your body freeze." Pietro snaked one of his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. He pressed his lips to yours, his other hand cupping the base of your neck. Fuelled by the adrenaline from the fight, he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, you reflexively parting your lips and letting him in. His tongue rubbed against yours, his hand pushing you closer to him. You placed one of your hands flat on his chest, the other snagging in his white hair.

An explosion to the right of you caused both of you to jump back, landing in a fighting stance. Luckily it was just Wanda standing there, a small smile on her lips.

"They're fine, Cap," She lightly touched her ear where her comm was. "Actually they're more than fine. Pietro finally kissed (Name)."

A collection of 'finally's and 'took them long enough' was heard through the commlinks, your face blushing a bright red. You felt less embarrassed when you saw a small blush dusting on the speedster's face as well. Wanda flashed a bigger smile, happy she had managed to embarrass her brother and walked off, towards more of the explosions.

You began to walk after, only to have your arm lightly yanked and for you to stumble into Pietro's chest. He looked down at you, the blush still there.

"(Name), zhat kiss vasn't because of all zhe adrenaline from fighting. It vas because I really like you and I hope ve can be somezhing more zhan friends, but I know you'll probably decline and say zhat you have your eyes on someone else and zhat zhe kiss vas purely accidental," he told you, speeding up at end. It took you a few moments to comprehend what he had said, a smile breaking out once you managed to understand it.

"Pietro, I really like you. As in like like you. And I would love to become something more because you're the only one I have my eyes on," you told him as sincerely as possible, the big smile on your face not helping.

Pietro smiled happily at what you said, leaning down to lightly place a kiss on your lips, this one not fuelled by adrenaline but by love. Pulling away you rested your forehead on his chest, a happy smile on your face as you tried to calm your heartbeat.

"Now, how 'bout ve finish zhis and head home?" Pietro asked, grinning at you. You smiled back, nodding and lacing your hand with his, walking alongside him back to where the rest of the Avengers were fighting.