One week later
I smiled and waved at all the Agents of Shield. Coulson and Bobbi were taking me to where Clint had agreed to meet them, as neither could disclose the location of their base. The kids were very disappointed when they were told they couldn't go, but agreed to stay as long as they got to see their father soon.
"Good bye Fitz, Daisy, Hunter, Mac," I said before walking onto the quinjet, I sat down in the back and strapped myself in as the quinjet roared to live and took off. I stared off into space, excited to see Clint again, I frowned, wondering how he would react. Time seemed to crawl by as we flew, my foot bouncing at extra high speeds. I jumped as I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Pietro, we're here," Bobbi said and stepped back as I hastily unbuckled my harness, Coulson chuckled as I ran out the open quinjet and then spun around in confusion.
"He's not here!" I exclaimed in disappointment.
"Wait for it," Coulson said, walking up to standing beside me, suddenly, right in front of my eyes, another Guinea materialized.
"HOLY!" I stumbled backwards, falling on my butt, causing Bobbi to laugh. The cargo hold opened with a creak and there was the sound of footsteps. I grinned as I saw the person.
"Clint!" I exclaimed, running and hugging him. Clint grunted but didn't resist.
"You, mister, almost cost me my head," Clint said, pulling away to look at me, I was still grinning, enjoying the sound of a perfectly clear voice.
"Sorry. . . . . But I had to clear my head," I said, then looked over as Bobbi and Coulson walked up.
"I see stark is still stealing our designs," Coulson said, examining the quinjet.
"Tony would argue that you're stealing his," Clint said, releasing me and leaning against the quinjet.
"Well, since the last design he gave us led to the triskilleon incident. . . . Fitz has been designing our planes now," Coulson said.
"Who's - nevermind. Thanks for taking care of Piet, he gave us quite a scare," Clint said, glaring at me slightly. I shrugged.
"Of course," Bobbi answered, elbowing Coulson and jerking her head back to their quinjet.
"Well, we have to head."
"Yeah, I should probably get him back to his sister," Clint said, and motioned for me to get in the quinjet, I instead turned to Coulson and held out my hand.
"Thank you," I said, Coulson nodded and shook my hand. Then I turned to Bobbi, before I could do anything she hugged me.
"Stay safe, Pietro," she said.
"You too, Goodbye." I turned and walked into the quinjet and waited for Clint silently.
I followed Pietro in the quinjet after saying goodbye and started it up without a word to him. I got us into the air and turned on the cloaking device and autopilot before turning to Pietro. He smiled softly at me. I didn't smile back as I stood up and walked over to him I unbuckled his harness before grabbing his shirt and pulling him up, his eyes widened slightly.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" I exclaimed
"Wh-what?" Pietro's face was inches from mine.
"Running away like that?! You got me so worried!" I shouted.
"I-I'm sorry?" Pietro asked looking slightly scared.
"You should be." I pulled him forwards, roughly slamming our lips together, he let out a small gasp, as I kissed him deeply. Pietro was frozen for a moment before throwing his arms around my waist and kissing me back with the same passion. I pushed him back into the co-pilots chair and easily straddled his lap. Pietro pulled away from me just for a split second and I could hear him gasping for air, I took a deep breath and kissed him again, softer this time.
"Don't ever do that again, or I will beat your sorry little ass so hard," I murmured, barely pulling away. Pietro nodded.
"Never again," he promised, leaning up and kissing my forehead.
I sighed and crawled off him, sitting down in the Pilots chair.
"Sooo. Does this mean we're a thing now?" Pietro asked.
"Does it?" I asked, glancing over at him.
"I hope it does," he said.
"And whys that?" I asked.
"Because . . . I like the way this feels, you and I," Pietro said, smiling.
"Rea-" I stopped as I heard a chiming, a screen flicked up on the window and the jet immedietly went to autopilot.
"Barton, you there?" Came Tony's voice, I saw Pietro wince slightly.
"Yes, Tony," I said, pressing a button and the video feed popped up, Tony was in the center, Wanda and Steve lurking behind him.
"Pietro!" Wanda cried, getting closer to the screen. Pietro smiled and waved.
"Hello, Wanda," he said.
"What's your ETA?" Steve asked.
"Twenty-thirty minutes," I said, shrugging. "Why?"
"Just wonder before Wanda like, explodes, or something," Tony said, glancing at Wanda.
"Oh. . . . Sure you didn't want anything?" I asked.
"Well. . . . If you could pick up some pizza for dinner . . . . . "