AN: This is my first time writing a pietro imagine. I hope that you all like it.

Prompt was found on Tumblr. Imagine person a dying and coming back to life after a year, and person b freaking out seeing person a alive.

Rating: PG
Pairing: Pietro x reader
Warnings: Pietro feels, death mention

Rebirth

One year. It's actually been a year. You still couldn't believe it. You believed that he would zoom through that door any minute. It felt like it happened just yesterday. Things were never the same after the battle of Sokovia. Your and Wanda's life turned upside down in a matter of seconds.

It was warm in the avengers facility in upstate new york today, but you didn't care. You still wore one of Pietro's shirts to bed every once and a while. Even though they no longer smelled like him, the shirts made you feel closer to him. OUt of nowhere, you heard Wanda scream. So you bolt out of bed to find her.

Her bedroom? Nope

The kitchen? Nope

You found her standing in the entryway next to the living room. Her expression was one of mass disbelief. "Wanda? What's wrong?" You asked as you quickly made your way to her. Wanda seemed to be speechless and she was maybe about to faint. You turn to the open door and see instantly why she screamed.

Pietro. Standing there in a tank top, running pants, and tennis shoes.

You were frozen in place, not knowing what to do first. You wanted to scream or cry or just be upset. Something. But instead you were just as speechless as Wanda.

"(Y/N), Wanda.. It's me. I'm back." He said in his unmistakable Sokovian accent.

"H-how?" You stuttered quietly.

He pursed his lips, thinking about his answer before speaking. "The S.H.I.E.L.D told me not to tell anybody."

"How?" You ask again. For all you know this could be some HYDRA plot to destroy the Avengers from the inside.

Before Pietro could speak, Steve interrupted, "Who are you talking to?" He asked, walking up with Clint. You saw their eyes widen in the same disbelief that you and Wanda had. Steve's face hardened right away. You could tell that he had questions, you all did.

"How are you here?" Steve's expression was unreadable.

"Secret S.H.I.E.L.D thing." You respond before Pietro. Your attention turns back to the blond Sokovian. You seemed to have found some of your inner strength. "How do we know it's really you?"

"What do you want to know?" Pietro crossed his arms.

"Who was the last person you spoke to before this secret S.H.I.E.L.D thing?" Steve asked, his hands gripping your shoulders to support you.

Pietro's eyes darted down to Steve's hands for a second, looking slightly hurt, before answering the question. "In Sokovia? Clint. I told him I didn't see that coming." He looked guarded.

You and Steve, who took his hands off your shoulders, looked back at Clint, who nodded discreetly. Tears started to fill your eyes, promptly followed by anger. You tried to sidestep Wanda and get to Pietro. Her trying to hold you back was useless. Without warning you slap Pietro hard across the face. Steve was the one who held you back now. "How could you? How could you not give us just an inkling of hope. We went to your funeral. We grieved for you. Do you know how much pain you put us through, put your sister through? No, of course you don't because you weren't here. You were gone..." Tears were freely streaming down your face. Pietro's eyes were sad, but understanding. You needed to get out of there before you completely broke down. So you turned and ran for your bedroom, slamming the door behind you

Pietro wanted to follow you and make sure that you were alright. It hurt to see you like that. He didn't even care that you slapped him. He understood that you were hurting. He almost did follow you, but Wanda stopped him. "I'll check on her. You guys talk. We'll speak later." She said before walking away.

"Why now?" Steve asked.
"They let me. Trust me, I came back as soon as I could. S.H.I.E.L.D made sure that I was back to normal before releasing me."

A bit later

The sun had already set and you had stopped and started crying about three times now. Wanda had already gone back to her room. You hoped that she was okay, Pietro is her brother after all. You were in between crying bouts when there was a knock on the door. "Come in" You said, clutching your pillow to your chest.

Your eyes wandered up to see Pietro coming in through the smallest opening he could before closing the door behind him. You eyed him as he carefully walked over and sat on the end of the bed. "All I Want" by Kodaline was playing softly in the background. It fit the mood quite well.

Pietro's eyes were sad and contemplative and he was fidgeting trying to think of what to say. "...I am sorry, printsessa, I don't think you know how much. I hated not being able to talk to you or Wanda or even Stark." You both smiled at that for a moment.

Your face fell again before speaking. "I thought that I was never going to see you again. It was unbearable, and I was so angry at you even though I knew you didn't plan on getting shot or leaving us. I was so angry that you were gone in the blink of an eye and I didn't do anything to stop it. I couldn't save you... I couldn't save you." You said it the second time slower as you broke down, clutching the pillow tighter.

Pietro dashed over next to you and put his arms around you. "Please don't cry, draga. I'm here. I'm alright and I'm not going anywhere." He tried to assured you as he kissed your hair. "Everything is going to be alright." He held you even after you stopped crying. It felt like second nature for him to be holding you.

"Is that my shirt?" He sort of chuckled. You looked up with a warm smile and nodded. "Well, it looks beautiful on you dragoste." He complimented, leaning down to kiss your forehead. Not too long after that, you both were asleep to the sounds of soft music.