Pietro Maximoff.

╰ « : ϙᴜɪᴄᴋsɪʟᴠᴇʀ —┊ ❛i don't see the big picture, i have a little picture. i take it out and look at it everyday.❜ ┊

[Barnes. @FormidableAsset]

(❛you used to be strong and stable.❜)

⊱ Bucky Barnes: Marvel.
— detailed
— crossover & oc friendly.
— ships; chem.
⊱ a spawn of #sᴘᴜᴛɴɪᴋ.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀— rt?

[Pietro Maximoff. @AzureRapidity]

NEW WRITERS TAG: #Sputnik.
— ( sorry, Bucky. )

[Pietro Maximoff. @AzureRapidity]

@BastardSpeed — cover his slight disappointment somehow.

“Horrible idea,” he scoffed, though there was a clear hint of amusement within his tone. “You had something else in mind, no? Come on.”

[Pietro Maximoff. @AzureRapidity]

@BastardSpeed — answer she gave. Not the one he’d been looking for, or the one she’d implied just before. Giving a small huff, arms crossed as his expression turned into one of disinterest, he shook his head. “That sounds /boring/.” No, it really didn’t. But, he had to somewhat —

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@BastardSpeed — may bug him, he didn’t know if he’d muster up any form of courage to change that. Sure, he was cocky and was overly confident about a lot of things, but this was different.

Looking at her now, the grin he’d had on his lips seemed to drop in the slightest at the —

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@BastardSpeed — were reciprocated, he could never be sure and he wasn’t particularly eager to make a fool of himself. But it bugged him, the fact that ‘friends’ were all they were. Friends that flirted constantly, who made out that one time, yes, but even despite how much it —

[Pietro Maximoff. @AzureRapidity]

@BastardSpeed Anyone else would think it was painfully obvious how the two felt, with all the flirting and the fact they’d even made out in a damn pool. But, neither of them would speak in terms of feelings, and while Pietro held some hope that the feelings he had for her —

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“I’m not dead, just to let you guys know.

You’re welcome.”

[Pietro Maximoff. @AzureRapidity]

∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — how do you suggest we.. make our own fun, hm?”

[Pietro Maximoff. @AzureRapidity]

∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — a few seconds.

Taking a step closer to her, grin intact, the male speedster canted his head towards the side. “And —

[Pietro Maximoff. @AzureRapidity]

∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — that was probably what was best and, surprisingly, Pietro had /some/ self-control.. though it usually only ever lasted —

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∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — dirty and she probably knew that of course he’d think like /that/. But, he’d keep such thoughts to himself, because —

[Pietro Maximoff. @AzureRapidity]

∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — folded over his chest. “Oh, yeah?”

He knew she didn’t mean what he may have thought she did, because his mind was —

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∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — immature as they came.

Literally looking down at her, a silver brow quirked as a smirk crossed his lips, his arms —

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∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — flirtatious tone she had spoken with. It wasn’t like it was /surprising/ his mind went where it did, he was as —

[Pietro Maximoff. @AzureRapidity]

∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — thinking about in the middle of an old parking garage in the dark. He couldn’t help it, especially not with the —

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∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — things.

When she said /that/, though, his mind raced elsewhere, thinking about what he definitely should /not/ be —

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∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — some kind of amusement for himself in the process. It wasn’t hard to do, he was great at complaining, among other —

[Pietro Maximoff. @AzureRapidity]

∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ — end up complaining about something. Most of the time, it was just Pietro being Pietro; he liked to complain, spark up —

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∫ @BastardSpeed ∫ Pietro was great at finding something to complain about; he could probably be having the time of his life and still —