Big Brother (Quicksilver x Reader)

Big Brother (Quicksilver x Reader)

You groaned, slowly lowering your aching body down onto the couch. You grunted as pain shot through your lower stomach, and tried to get as comfortable as possible. Truthfully, there was no comfortable position where cramps were concerned.

"(Name)!"

You groaned at the whoosh and rush of air that accompanied the voice. The sexy, Russian accented voice.

"Go away Pietro." You groaned, rolled over and wincing at the pain.

"Everyone is leaving for the mission." The Sokovian stood in front of you, staring in concern. "Why aren't you in your uniform?"

You sighed. "I'm off today. Stomach ache. Not going on the mission."

"Does the captain know?" Pietro asked.

"He does. So does Fury." The microwave beeped from the kitchen, and you sat up slowly, trying to ignore the shooting pain above your bladder.

Pietro disappeared and reappeared so quickly you almost didn't realize that he had gone anywhere, except for the hearing pad in his hand.

"Thanks speedy." You sighed gratefully, slumping back down onto the couch. "Can you pass me that?"

"I can do one better."

By the time the words reached your ears he was gone, the heating pad sitting in your lap. You blinked in surprise and arranged it so that maximum heat reached your abdomen. Letting out a relieved sigh you tried to shift onto your side without knocking off the hearing pad or sending pain shooting through your body again.

"Here."

You jumped. Pietro was in front of you again, this time with his arms full of ice-cream as chips. He handed you the cold pile and then slid in behind you on the couch, ignoring your protests. One of his legs brushed against your hip as it slid along the back of the couch, so he was straddling you. It hurt too much to sit up, so you slumped back against him.

You dug into all the goodies he'd brought you, when you noticed something unusual. Hidden in the mound of unhealthy food was a small box of pads.

"How--?" You gasped, holding up the box.

Pietro laughed. "You all seem to forget that I was a big brother long before I was a superhero."

You wiggled on the couch, trying to turn around enough to look at him. He yelped when your elbow dug into his stomach, but didn't say anything. Wise decision, because you were in a hell of a lot more pain then he was, and weren't really to the mood to listen to him complain.

You managed to get yourself turned around to see him smiling at you.

"You know about this stuff?" You asked dumbly.

He laughed. "Who do you think took care of Wanda? She seems tough, but she's still a woman. I was the one who did the late night ice cream and pad runs."

You smiled. "I never really thought of you guys as, I don't know, normal people. Stuff like this seems too ordinary for you."

"Well, I am extraordinary." He smirked.

"That isn't what I said." You protested.

He laughed, taking your shoulders and turning you around again. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you down until you were lying back against him, before grabbing the remote and pointing it at the tv. "My sister likes to watch tv when she's feeling like this. Knock yourself out."

"Oh honey." You laughed. "Give me Netflix and I will be content forever. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Oh I think I can handle anything you throw at me. Wanda once made me watch Channing Tatum for three days."

You turned around, cramps almost forgotten. "Challenge accepted. Prepare for the time of your life silver.also, Channing Tatum is an angel. You were blessed to watch his films for tree days."

He laughed again, reaching around you and snatching the bag of chips out of your hands. He shovelled a handful of chips into his mouth, reaching for the bag for more. You smacked his hand away, digging in and devouring some of your own. The two of you wrestled for the bag for a second before you won by digging your elbow into his gut--or lack thereof--again. He settled for eating some of the ice-cream, refusing to share any with you.

"Bastard." You grumbled, pouting as you scrolled through the menu for something to watch.

"Oh come on." Pietro tapped his spoon on your nose, leaving a smear of ice-cream. "You love me."

"Hate you." You said, wiping the ice-cream off your nose and popping a chip into your mouth.

"Love me." He whispered, leaning forward. "You love me."

You stared into his mesmerizing eyes, almost getting lost. "Forget watching the movie. I have a better idea."

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Oh my god." Pietro gasped, shifting under the blanket. "That was… much better then a movie."

"I know." You sighed. You untangled yourself from him, struggling to catch your breath. "Ready for season 2?"

You pointed the remote at the tv and pressed play.

~Previously on Supernatural...~

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The team came back to see the two of you asleep on the couch, Pietro's arms wrapped around your waist with a bucket of melted ice-cream in one hand. Your head was tilted back, resting on his shoulder. His cheek was resting on your forehead.

Natasha walked over and turned off the tv, which was still playing Supernatural episodes. Clint, on the other hand, walked forward quietly and pried the half-empty chip bag from your hands.

"Should we wake them?" Wanda asked. "That can't be comfortable for either of them."

"(Name) was in a lot of pain when we left." Vision said quietly beside her. "The pain seems to have lessened now that she is with Pietro. We should not disturb them."

"Let's leave them be." Steve said. "We need to go brief Fury on the mission. They can keep resting in here. Tony, leave them alone."

Steve gestured for everyone to leave the room, shooting Tony a stern glare.

"Never!" Tony cried, hands over his heart. "You wound me captain."

Steve shot him another look before following everyone else out of the room.

"Jarvis," Tony whispered, following Steve, "take a picture of this. I don't want to ever miss a chance to use this against them!"