Pietro Maximoff

Celebrate their actual father.

Just not the sperm donor.

He’s going getting drunk for Father’s Day.

“Mmmhm. I don’t believe you. I know you would given the chance.”

There’s a grin on his lips.

There’s a deep chuckle that leaves him at her words. Yeah, that definitely happened in the past and he doesn’t really want it again.

“The last time you did that, I swear you were trying to break my ribs.”

A grin and then he’s taking a bite of the hotdog, making sure to actually chew his food.

Oh he’s aware. He’s currently weighing up the pros and cons if it and he might be thinking it’s worth it.

“Being fast helps.”

“You just cheat, I know you do.”

Playfully narrows his eyes.

He’s chuckling as he moves with her palm, resisting the urge to lick it and gross her out.

“You know I can see it was you, right?”

“This is because you cheat and have marked the cards somehow.”

// omfg you’re right, they are eerily similar and I love it

(c) attempt to get his breathing back to a normal pace so he didn’t choke on his food.

There’s a slightly harder breathing as he settles beside her but he’s grinning, even leaning in a little closer so she could fix his hair.

He’d never admit it but that was his favourite part of their runs, it just seemed to soothe him.

Settling himself back, he’d pick up the hotdog and (c)

He’s beside her in an instant, nose close to her cheek as he stares at her.

“Why are you throwing?”

// FUCKING SCOOBY DOO!!!
Man that takes me back

Chuckles as he lets them hit him, gaze turning towards her.

He stares at her for a long moment before shaking his head a little.

“I half remember that. Everything is still… fuzzy. Like I can see the fabrics being picked and that’s it.”

(c) food.

He settles down beside her within the next second, a hotdog placed in front of each of them along with a rub of popcorn.

His hair looked a little windswept but he just grinned wide at her.

A slight crack of his neck as he locks her ankles around his waist before grabbing two lots of the popcorn.

Angled, he keeps it so none of it flies out as he rushes them through to their seats, placing her down, the popcorn down, and then he’s back out in the foyer collecting the rest of their (c)

There’s a bright smile on his lips as he moves in closer, his hand that was in hers moves to wrap around her lower back as his other arm sweeps under her knees to scoop her up into his arms.
“Hold on.”

And then he’s off, running at speed.

He’d watch her, a slight tilt to his head as he did but the second the blanket is down he’s on it, legs sprawled out in front of him and snacks dumped out between them.

// a baby!

“Yes, next time is your treat. For sure.”

A soft chuckle as he lightly bumps his head against hers before handing her both drinks.

“Hold the lids closed, I can do this in two trips.”

“I know we’ve just met, but do you trust me?”

His hand tightens a little on hers as he pulls her in closer.

He’s smiling at that, memories flirting back to childhood when he’d do that with family.

“Sounds good to me.”

a man with blonde hair and a beard is wearing a blue shirt and looking to the side . ALT: a man with blonde hair and a beard is wearing a blue shirt and looking to the side .

Same shit. Different days.

Appears beside her like he’s always been there.

Pushing himself to his feet, he’d brush the dirt off the back of his jeans before holding a hand to her to offer to help her up.

“Wanna get there quickly?”

“Wanna have a picnic and try then together?”

He’s grinning at her as he takes another bite of chocolate.

Is she sure that was him and not her husband?

“Yeah, make both drinks with the combo into slushies. I’ll have a blue-red mix.”

He’d glance down at the money and quickly pluck it from her hand and have it back in her pocket before she could blink.

Then his card is in the machine and he’s grinning as he pays.

He can’t help but keep the smile on his lips as the blush remained and then gives a small nod of his head.
“Have a place in mind?”