Author's Note: It good to be writing a lot in a small period of time. Having some kind of muse is always nice as well; and let us all admit that Pietro Maximoff is some kind of sexy. Hope you enjoy this one, thinking that it will have either three or four chapters! Written on my I phone, so I'm hoping there are not too many mistakes, as auto-correct sometimes does crazy things.
Also, I am just making things up the country the Maximoffs came from and running with it. No facts were harmed in the making of this fic.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but it does get me down. For I write instead.
It had been a split second choice to put himself in front of that old man and that kid, but it had changed his life forever. A few weeks recovery spent in a hospital room that was possibly the nicest room he had ever slept in and then he would be out running again like it all hadn't even happened. Though for the first time in the longest time, he had no goal to chase towards. It was a strange concept; just taking it easy and laying down in a bed to heal while the world went on around him.
The first few days had been nothing but pain with drugs repeatedly administered and burnt off minutes later. On the third day, the pain had stop feeling like his skin was on fire and burning itself off and more like those few broken bones he'd had over his lifetime that he'd had to continue to use because he had needed to at the time. At least he wasn't blind with the pan and could now tell when someone was in the room with him.
Like when a young nurse waked in and looked shocked when he managed to smile at her. Americans had never really been his thing no matter what they looked like, but now that he'd been around the Avengers and mister Captain America it seemed to have been racist for him to think that. Besides, he really liked the girls reddish brown hair; colored like it couldn't decide what color it wanted to be. Much like her curls which could not decide which way to curl. It was cute, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was appropriate if he told her so; back home it surely would not have been. He had heard that America was a very different place though, perhaps that was why he saw such a young woman working here with no ring on her finger.
Back home it was getting inappropriate that he wasn't married yet at 21, let alone his poor sister who should have been married at least by the age of 18. Wanda had just been better then every suitor that dared make a move on her; better then living in a hovel and having babies for some guy while he worked all day. Perhaps America might provide a new chance and a better life towards the both of them. Only time would be able to tell with that though, time and seeing if Wanda got the same amount of whispers and glares walking down the street.
When his nurse finally recovered from her shock she smiled back at him and he thought for a second that surely not even the sight of the stars sparkling were as beautiful as her smile. He tried to speak to her, but everything just came out as a gasping cough. Great, he hadn't even got her name yet and he had already made a fool of himself. She moved quickly getting him a cup of water from a pitcher that was probably brought in not that long ago. He was grateful that she held the cup up to his lips and tilted his head a bit. Not just because he felt so weak at that moment that he was not sure if he could do it himself, but also he was slightly excited that she was touching him.
It was almost un-explainable, the jolt that he has felt the moment that there skin had made contact. The room temperature had also felt good and soothed his throat nicely but he wasn't about to waste poetry on water when he could be using it on her. After he had had water, she put the cup aside and stroke his hair as he just looked at her. He wondered if she found the staring creepy or if she was used to it from her patients. Though surely not too many people could have been staring at her like he did if she wasn't wearing a ring.
Her hands felt more than nice in his hair, they felt right. It wasn't really fair, he wanted to touch hers as well, but his arms just weren't listening to what he was telling them to do. "Don't try to speak yet, one of the bullets ended up in your wind pipe; give it another day first." She spoke soft and true, and his heart sang at her sounds.
This woman was prefect, though he was going to have to find out more about American customs before he made any brash moves. Like ask her to marry him or something else around those crazy lines. It wouldn't have been too crazy for him to do that but this was Sokovia anymore. He was very long way from where he was comfortable and he could only hope that once he was able to speak she wouldn't mind the accent too much. Her accent was barely there and interestingly noticeable all at once.
He wanted to know more; her age, name, where she was from, how she ended up here, where here was. So many question but no voice to put to them. "I'm just going to change your shirt now, and wipe off some of that sweat okay? Your body has been burning very hot to help with the healing and I think you'd be more comfortable not sitting in a pool of sweat." He wished she speak a tiny bit slower, because his English wasn't actually all that amazing.
He had caught the take off your shirt part, though he wasn't actually sure what sweat was. He was pretty sure he was a little red at the thought of her taking off his shirt. Wasn't that kind of indecent or was America really that much different? Damn it, if this was happening that he could only hope that she liked what she saw. Shit, he didn't even know how bad the scars were; what if they were hideous and she never wanted to see his chest again. That would make getting her to agree to marry him significantly more difficult. And if she freaked out he couldn't even promise her that they were going to heal.
Even with all those negative thoughts in his head he still used the little strength he had in his body to help her push him up so that he was at more of a sitting up angle with the assistance of many pillows. Softer pillows then he'd ever had in his lifetime. Just once Pietro wish his mind would shut up so he could concentrate on what was happening. Maybe if he was able to beg for forgiveness she forget her disgust at the impressiveness of him being able to speak after she had just told him not to.
She was careful taking it off and to his delight didn't show any signs of being disgusted, though as he did a quick look down at himself all that was really left from the wounds were some harsh white marks. Like faded scars, that he had already had for years. "We took the bandages off yesterday as you didn't need them anymore. I've never witnessed someone heal so fast, your body is truly amazing." The words your body is amazing zipped around his mind and raced around at the same speed he would run at. She thought he had a nice body, which was pretty much the best thing that she could have said to him.
Wait until he had the strength to move on his own and then he'd show her how amazing he could be. Show her that he was strong and capable; pick her up and run her around. Let her feel his muscles working like they were meant to. She trailed a hand down his chest tracing lightly for a few second and Pietro wondered if she could feel his heart beating fast and strong; all for her.
Then, she left the room like the moment didn't even affect her at all; and he had to worry for long seconds that she didn't like the feel of his chest. He had begun to think that maybe she had lost her nerve of touching another man's chest that she wasn't related to in anyway; when she returned carried a large bowl of water and a cloth. This was beginning to get highly inappropriate even by his loose standards. Though he knew he was injured and she was a nurse; in what world was it okay for a man to be bathed by a woman he was neither related nor married to?!
Pietro squirmed in the bed slightly finding that to be an immediate mistake, when he felt sheer pain from the movement. He grunted at the pain, wishing it away fast and his nurse's hand returned to stroking his hair and chest calmingly. "Shh, it's alright. You're safe I promise, you don't need to panic I'm just going to wash you down. It's alright nothing is wrong." That time she spoke to him like he was afraid and not like he was trying to protect her honor. It was still nice though, and he stopped struggling.
If she wanted to give him a bath, then he would let her. Besides he was really into knowing if the woman would be a good wife before she was his anyway. It wasn't proper and back home she would have been pretty much forced to marry him after committing such an act. Wait until he told his sister about this, she blush for days when he told her what he'd let a pretty nurse do for him.
The cloth was damp and cool when it touched his skin. Is this what it was like to have a woman because he could certainly get used to this. He only wished that he could wash her as well; maybe next time though. Naked and comfortable, he leaning her naked back flat again his equally naked chest. Being in America must be doing funny and indecent things to his brain because he had certainly never had thoughts like these before.
It didn't take long for her to be done her task and lightly wiped him down with a small fluffy cloth, and then efficiently slipped a loose and not at all flattering shirt over his head. Her fingers trailed for a decent amount of time and he couldn't help but approve of her trailing touch. His eyes were heavy and he already was having a tough time staying awake all of the sudden.
His body wanted more sleep, but he managed to watch the nurse leave through squinted eyes. He slept not with a clenched and pained face but this time with a smile. Just wait until he told his sister he had found the one he was going to marry.