My Zevzda (Pietro x Chubby Reader) (1/?)

‘Cause you’re a sky, ‘cause you’re a sky full of stars
I’m gonna give you my heart
‘Cause you’re a sky, ‘cause you’re a sky full of stars
‘Cause light up the path
    

    You were walking down the streets, rubbing your arms for warmth. It wasn’t that cold out, but the clothes you were wearing wasn’t exactly appropriate for the cool night air.  You had your head down, your chin tucked into your chest, as you wobbled along the semi dust covered roads of the square. You barely lifted your head, muttering “Excuse me” you forced your way through the line of people. They grumbled and muttered as you squeezed your plush figure through the crowd, trying to make yourself smaller but to no avail. You knew why they were lined up. One of the Maximoff twins, Pietro, would be handing out goods at unscheduled times. You never went to join the lines, as you were pretty sure they were stolen. How else would he have gotten the money to give the women those beautiful dresses? She didn’t have much to do with the silver-haired man, but you had seen him in passing, and he even approached you offering you a dress as well. “It will bring out the stars in your eyes even more,” he’d murmured softly, holding up the dress to you with a roguish smile. You’d be flat out lying if you said that you heart didn’t skip a bit at the cheesy line. “Thank you but no thank you,” you’d said, before walking off and leaving him befuddled. You’d seen and heard enough of his flirtatious attitude, and even observed the girls he’d hit on, to know better than to think that he’d go for you.
    You blew sigh into the air, wondering if he’d bother you again. Just as you were thinking this, a clod gust of hair rifled your hair and outfit. You felt something light drift softly unto your shoulders. You stopped immediately and glanced up. There he was, with his bight eyes boring into yours with heat filled intensity. “Why hello, my krasivaya zvezda.” You swallowed and looked away, only to look down and see yourself a in a gorgeous tan trench coat. You tentatively reached to touch the fabric and gasped softly, your fingertips gilding over the soft material.

    “I thought that my little zevzda was looking particularly dull tonight, so I thought that this would help to brighten your night a little.” Your eyes darted up to his again, as your hands quickly dropped to your side. “I-I-I don’t think I think I can accept this,” you protested as you bit your lip, revealing in the warmth of the coat secretly. “Why not?” You shrugged and began taking it off, regretfully. “I don’t know you very well for one,” you replied simply, holding it out for him. “Two, I know you stole this.” He took the coat from you, only to immediately drape it around your shoulders again, and pull you to him by the front of the lapels. “And three,” he breathed huskily, his warm, sweet breath fanning across your face. You found your brain scrambling for words. You could literally feel the outline of his well-defined muscles beneath his clothes, pressing to the front of your body. “Pietro,” you whispered. “Yes my zevzda? Do you know how long I’ve watched you? Always bring such a light to this dark war driven place. You’re so precious, so kind, so beautiful. But as the days went by I noticed as you grew duller and duller by day. I swear to you, if you accept my feelings, I will Stark pay for putting out your burning light.”

    Swallowing, you finally found your voice. “I’m not like those other girls that you seem to enjoy flirting with,” your tone hard a sharp edge, hating the huskiness that accompanied it. “You don’t even my name. And besides, how you, a one-man army stand against a billionaire in a weaponized suit?” You tried to free yourself from him but he only held on tighter and drew you closer, your noses inches away from each other. “I know you’re not like those other girls, your perfection.” he whispered, causing a shudder to pass through your body. “And I’m not alone, I have Wanda, and some weapons of our own in our arsenal. Together, we will bring Stark to his knees.” You shuddered, both out of unexpected pleasure and fear at his words and approximate closeness. “Pietro, leave that poor girl alone, she’s shaking.” You didn’t know whether or not to be grateful for your saviour. You were strangely disappointed when he released you, immediately noticing the lack of warmth that not even the coat could compensate for. But you were quite glad that you could breathe again. You peered around him to see a pretty brown haired girl looking on in disapproval. A strange tightening sensation gripped at your heart and you felt your eyes becoming inflamed, only for the sensation to fade away as fast as it had come when you recognized the younger Maximoff twin.  

    ‘That’s new,’ you thought to yourself as you swallowed thickly and tried to discreetly fan your face, as you clutched the front of the coat. “Look what you did, you have the poor girl all flustered.” You stopped immediately stopped as Pietro turned around to face you again, with a mischievous smirk splayed on his face. You both wanted to slap and kiss his soft looking lips at the same time. “Come on Pietro, we have work to do or have you forgotten.” The silver haired man reached to take your hand and place a soft kiss it, the stubble of his beard tickling the back of it. “See you soon, draga.”

    You clutched even tighter at the coat, as you watched the two siblings walk away, bickering as did. You stuttered out a small “thank you” Wanda, who by then was too far away to hear. Someone bumped into you and muttered a quick apology. You stumbled forward and looked down, trying to catch your balance when you noticed a thing sterling silver ring on your finger, with a small diamond in the middle that glinted in the street lights. You stomach dropped, and you bit your bottom lip. You had a fiancé, who was probably on his way home just like you, eager for the two of you to forget about the day’s problems and just eat and cuddle, enjoying each other. How could you forget. But even as you thought about the surprises he had in store for you to celebrate your one-year anniversary engagement, you felt none of the excitement, and all of the guilt as you released the direction that your heart was being tugged in, not that of home, but your own star, that actually glowed and was actually silver.

“F-“.