"Hey, Y/N/N!" Tony called. "Come here, kid!"

"Depends," you rolled your eyes, tilting your head over your shoulder to look him in the eye. "Can you stop calling me kid?"

"But you're my kid-"

"You didn't know I existed until I turned up on your doorstep half-dead with hypothermia."

"Touché," Tony scowled. "Anyway Y/N, come here? Please?"

"Okay," you sat, trying very hard not to have your skirt come up. This skirt is too short ...

"We're playing Spin the Bottle!" Nat cheered.

You tilted your head to the side at the assassin's unusually chipper moo d."... when did I agree?"

"Too late!" Tony crowed. "Steve go first!"

Steve grabbed the bottle and spun it reluctantly. It landed on Tony, making Steve redder than Tony's suit.

"Oh just get it over with." Tony sighed, grabbing him and kissing him.

A camera flash went off from Bucky's phone, who was grinning evilly at his blackmail.

"Right," Steve pulled back, blushing furiously and sending a death glare to his supposed 'best friend'. "Y/N."

You spun it confidently: you didn't really mind kissing anyone except your dad as long as it was platonic. And it lands on ...

"Shall I come over there?" Pietro asked.

"Sure," you shrugged nonchalantly. On the inside, you were practically screaming that you were about to be kissed by the hottest Sokovian alive, the one person in the room who you didn't want to share the moment with platonically.

"Remember, minimum of 7 seconds," Wanda reminded you, her hands raised for a countdown.

"What?" you spluttered. "Tony and Steve had 5!"

"That's because they're guys."

You threw your hands up in the air. "Okay. Whatever."

Pietro was by your side in an instant. Without warning, his strong arms circled your waist and his lips met yours. He tasted like watermelons and soft drink, and something else tropical and possibly alcoholic. You ran your hands in his hair, loving how soft it was, and losing yourself in the moment that could be described as anything but platonic.

Not even caring when Nat and Wanda started taking pictures.

Well, that part was a lie. You pulled back, gasping slightly. Pietro grinned at you cockily and flashed back to his seat, both of you still holding eye contact.

"Y/N/N, that was 15 seconds," your dad said.

"You're the one who wanted me to play this game," you arched an eyebrow. "Don't like it?"

"Well, I just think-"

"Bucky!" you interrupted your dad. "Send that out to everyone in Wakanda."

"No, stop-" Tony lunged for Bucky, only to beaten by Steve, the two of them colliding and falling to the floor with identical groans.

"Sent!" the ex-assassin crowed victoriously.

"Yes!" you high-fived Bucky ... and quickly ditched him as he screamed and ran away from two very angry Avengers.

"Hey Y/N," Pietro said, almost too casually, as he sent you a smug smirk.

"Yeah?"

"You wanna keep going?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Your lips met again, and it was as if nothing else existed, but you, and him.

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