Come Home [Pietro Maximoff x Reader]

Author's Note; Hey there, this is my first (and probably not the last) Pietro Maximoff x Reader! For this one, I centered it around Ed Sheeran's Photograph. The story isn't the exact idea I had at first, but once I went along, it wrote itself. The beginning is a little slow, but I promise it is worth it when Pietro comes in. Thanks!

Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know

You are obsessed with photography. You never go anywhere without your camera.

Today is no exception.

Sometimes you get in trouble because of your love for pictures, but you don't care.

It's your passion.

When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

You walk along the street, prepping to cross it, camera ready. You heard about a wedding in central park.

Although you don't know the people, you hoped to get pretty shots.

It might be difficult, but you are up for the challenge. Taking pictures without authorization is and always will be your favourite thing to do.

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves

After crossing the street, you hide behind some bushes. The wedding is right here and they are currently exchanging vows.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. You have always loved weddings.

If you get any good shots, you plan on finding a way to email them to them.

Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still

Time always seems to slow down when you snap pictures.

You close your eyes for a brief moment, breathing in deeply.

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans

At that moment, you reach down and pull out an old picture from your holey jean pocket.

You smile sadly at the sight of your ex boyfriend.

Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet

You knew him from a young age. He was a trouble maker, but you loved him. You thought he loved you too.

However, he went and started doing really bad things, often getting himself into jail.

You hug the picture to your heart. You never stopped loving him. You never blamed him. You blamed his corrupted family.

All you know is that he joined a secret organization called S.H.I.E.L.D.

You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

You thought you would never be alone, but you felt like that a lot these days.

With aliens and superheroes in New York and robots and the same heroes in Sokovia, you actually hope you will see him again one day.

You know it is possible.

"Grant..." You whisper softly, returning the photo to its rightful place.

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know

They say love can heal any and all wounds. You are skeptical of that though.

You had love, but you lost it. It was the only thing you knew.

Now you know photography. You are able to catch other peoples happiness whilst you wallow in your own sadness.


You pack up your camera and go back to cross the street again. However, you don't notice the charter bus traveling full speed in your direction.

You lose control of all your muscles and you just freeze.

You begin to smell burning rubber and you hear a lot of people shouting.

I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

If death was easy, everyone would do it.

That's what you think as you lay there on the pavement in a pool of your own blood. Love is on your mind and you will take it to the grave with you.


Something blue flashes above you and then you peek open your eyes, seeing a gray ceiling versus the blue sky.

"Hello?" You call out, your voice raspy.

Your head feels really woozy and you feel very dizzy.

That's when a bunch of people surround you, helping you.

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still

You can feel the love around you as you lay still on the hard table. Memories of you and Grant together flash through your mind. You don't even know what is going on as you stare at the ceiling feeling heartbroken as ever. Then time seems to still.~

All you remember before passing out is a blue streak moving you from the middle of the road and into a building.

And Grant. You were thinking about him a lot now, it seemed.

A woman with short red hair now leans over you.

"Who are you?" You wonder.

She jumps, not realizing you are awake.

"Natasha Romanoff. I could ask you the same thing."

You blink a few times. "Like, Black Widow?"

She smiles a little and nods.

"Wow, um, I'm [y/n] [l/n]. Where am I?"

"The Avenger's Tower." You hear a thick accent reply from the doorway.

Natasha rolls her eyes and takes a step back from you as the mysterious man walks closer.

"I'm Pietro Maximoff. Did you really not see that coming?" He crosses his arms and smirks.

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

More, random images of Grant flash through your mind as you stare at this beautiful, mysterious man before you.

You don't even notice when Natasha leaves.

You think about the picture, still stashed away in your pocket. A hand instantly moves there, feeling for it.

The colour drains from your face.

The picture isn't there!

You begin to panic, all the while, Pietro watches you.

You don't notice when he steps even closer to you, resting a hand on your hand.

At that moment, you look up into his bright blue eyes and you are captivated.

"You won't be alone ever again." He whispers.

You blink a few times.

"Promise?"

A seducing smile plays at the corner of his lips.

"Promise."

And if you hurt me
That's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

A few days later, you have recovered in the care of Pietro and occasionally Natasha and Bruce.

You have loved meeting everyone, but you thought now it was time for you to return home.

However, you had one thing holding you back.~

"Pietro Maximoff!" You screech as Pietro picks you up bridal style, running off with you.

Since you figured out his powers, he has immensely teased you with it.

You didn't want to admit it, but you loved every minute of it.

Finally, Pietro lays you down on the couch and he leans over you.

"Are you going to hurt me?" You suddenly ask him in a small voice.

Pietro looks surprised.

"Do I look like I would hurt you? I saved your life, my dear."

You blush at his sudden nickname.

"No. I mean...mentally..."

Pietro smirks now, leaning closer to you.

"Oh, I understand now...[y/n]."

When you don't respond, he crawls over top of you, his face now inches away from yours.

"Pietro..." You whisper softly.

He loved hearing you say his name like that.

You feel your heart rate begin to speed up, anticipating that Pietro is going to kiss you...

Then he drops some of his weight on you and just holds you.

It wasn't what you thought, and wanted, but in this moment, you forget all about Grant and his lost picture.

Tears prick at your eyes, but your force them away.

"Please don't ever let me go."

"Never."

You grinned to yourself, remembering you and Pietro's recent moment.

Wait for me to come home [4x]

The mission was only supposed to take two days.

It's been three.

You were frightened that something happened to your new friends and lov...

And Pietro.

What was he to you?

Surely not a lover, like you wanted to call him.

You only had that one moment. It was amazing, you have to admit.

You still weren't exactly sure what it meant though.

But as you sat in the living room alone on this Saturday night, you can't help but think the worst.

Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

You bend down to pick up the remote off the floor. When you straighten, a familiar locket thumps against your chest.

Automatically, you reach up and brush your fingers over it.

Then you look down, opening it.

Inside is a little picture of Pietro, given to you by his lovely sister, Wanda. She has known something was between you two since the day he saved your life.

You close it and let it thump back against your chest. You listen to your heartbeat now and realize that it has sped up a bit. You take deep breaths to try and slow it back down.

Pietro is in your heart now and it is where he belongs. No where else but there. You don't even care if he doesn't feel the same.

At least you know he is, in fact, a hero.

And if you hurt me
Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

It has been five days now and no one will tell you anything. That just makes you suspect the worse of the worse.

You keep telling yourself that it is okay.

Oh how you longed to be wrapped in Pietro's arms right now.

He promised that he would never let you go.

But he did.~

When the Avengers came back, the atmosphere in the tower was bustling with positive energy.

Everyone appeared to have a job to do.

Except you.


And Pietro.

Actually, he did. But he didn't care. He needed to see you.


You hear a soft knock at your door.

"Come in." You chime.

The door creaks open and you look up from your book to see Pietro making his way over to you.

You grin, jumping up and falling into his waiting arms.

"I am so glad you are safe." You whisper in his ear, your hands running over all of his tense back muscles.

Pietro pets your hair, breathing in your scent. He finally pulls back, looking into your [e/c] orbs with his blue ones.

"Come on, [y/n]. I've got something to show you." Pietro's smirk gave so much away.

You smile and cling to him.~

Your [h/l] [h/c] hair whips around you as you come to a stop then.

Neither of you are bothered by the growing darkness.

You stand there, together, holding hands under the light of a lamppost and the moonlight.

"I've been wanting to do this since the day I saved you." Pietro says softly.

Without waiting for you to say anything, the next thing you know, Pietro's lips crash onto yours.

You are taken aback at first, but soon, you sink deeply into the kiss, Pietro holding you close the entire time.

When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."

On the plane ride to our next mission, I think of [y/n].

I think of my fingers tangled in her silky [h/c] hair.

I think of her soft lips against mine.

The kiss we shared under the lamppost the previous night, was the only one we've been able to share since.


When we parted for this mission, I wanted to kiss her so bad. However, I didn't want the teasing from my fellow teammates.

Now I wish I would have just kissed her.

The last thing I said to her was, "Wait for me to come home."