Notes: HOLY FREAKING COW!

I am so absolutely sorry. I started this a long time ago (it feels like forever) and I'm only now posting the first chapter. I'm very very very sorry.

I forgot how hard is for me to write smut and I've never done it in English before. So I'm not really sure how this will go, but I hope you enjoy it.

This is not beta-read so I have no idea what you may find there. But if there's something too terrible, please, let me know.

Thank you so much for the support I got. You're the best.

Chapter 1

"Darcy?"

Oh man… That accent, the way the 'r' rolled out of his tongue… Shit! Focus, Darcy!

She took a deep breath before saying "In the kitchen, roadrunner." She was actually very proud of her voice and how firm it sounded.

She had a good solid plan and she would go through with it, even if it killed her –and it just might. They were friends, they would remain friends and she would show him that right now!

Darcy braced herself, guarantying herself at the same time that all was good, and prepared her most friendly face.

Pietro came walking into the kitchen –she had forbidden him of running around her apartment –a big ass grin on his face, no fucking shirt on.

Seriously, how was she supposed to keep things platonic when he went around pulling shit like that? This guy's abs were just ridiculous.

When Darcy had first met Pietro Maximoff he was hiding from the nurses of the hospital wing inside the supply cabinet that was in Jane's lab. Until then the only thing she knew about him was that he had pulled a Coulson and survived being shot a hundred times –she was not exaggerating, Jane!

The moment she opened the door and found him hiding among the brooms and mops she learned two things about him: he had the most amazing pair of blue eyes and he was a little shit. He had pulled her inside the closet with him and told her to hide with him. They had been great friends ever since.

A stupid mistake couldn't –and wouldn't –destroy that. Please, don't let it be the end.

Her inner turmoil was suddenly cut by Pietro stepping close to her, dropping quick peck to her mouth and slapping her butt, before moving on to open the door of her fridge to rummage inside.

Darcy's mouth almost hit the floor. "What… What the fuck was that?" She spluttered.

Pietro turned his head on her direction, a confused look on his face. "What?" Then his face cleared. "Oh, the slap? I'm sorry. I didn't know you would mind it."

"Not that!" She yelled, then tried again. "I mean, I do mind, but that's not I was talking about!" She insisted.

"Then what?" He asked genuinely confused, closing the fridge's door and straightening. He had an apple on his hand, which he bit.

Darcy wanted to bite him. All over. Again.

Shit.

"Pietro…" She had to say something because she was the one getting confused right now.

"Can we have pancakes?" He asked suddenly. "I'll flip them!"

He had the attention span of a golden fish, and it was one of the things that had endeared him to Darcy right from the start. He was always moving, almost trembling with barely contained energy. He couldn't even sit still for a movie. Darcy had to watch the Lord of the Rings Trilogy with him like a freaking TV series and it took them over a week.

He had been very guarded at the beginning, always around Wanda and nobody else, but once he was over it, once he felt safe with them, he was quick to laugh, to joke and to hug.

Pietro was a great guy.

A great guy who was confusing the fuck out of her right now. He was moving around her kitchen and talking like nothing was wrong in the world.

"Pietro, wait a fucking second!" Darcy said suddenly, because there was something weird happening here.

"What?" He asked confused, stopping mixing the pancake batter he had in a bowl.

"What is going on here?" Darcy demanded.

Pietro looked around even more confused, like he expected something weird to have popped up since the last time he checked. Upon finding nothing he looked back at her. "Breakfast?" He offered hesitantly.

"Not this!" Darcy said frustrated. "About last night."

"Is this because you didn't get your chance to be on top?" He asked worried. "Because I told you we could fix this in the morning."

Darcy felt her whole face flush and her whole body take interest in this. "That's not this either!" She protested.

"Did I drool? Snored? Hogged the blanket?" he insisted.

"My God, Pietro, this isn't the problem!" She was getting downright pissed. She couldn't believe he could be this obtuse.

"Well… I give up." Pietro informed calmly and even a bit amused. "What is it?"

"We had sex last night!"

"Well… Yeah." He agreed. "A couple of times."

More than a couple, actually… "There's something wrong here." Darcy decided.

Pietro finally put the bowl down, then shocked the hell of Darcy by extending his arm and grabbing her gently by the wrist. Darcy was so surprised by the move that she let him pull her close, until her breasts were flush against his chest.

Darcy saw herself looking up –the idiot was so tall – and being caught in his amazing blue eyes. Her hands were firmly planted on his shoulders –give her a break! His shoulders were amazing –and his were holding her by her waist, while he looked worriedly at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked with genuine concern. "Tell me and I'll help you fix it."

"This." She spoke –more than a bit frustrated -, taking her hands briefly from his shoulders to indicate them. "What the hell is going on?"

"We are together." He spoke a bit uncertain. "Right?"

Darcy was so shocked by the statement that she stepped away from him. "We're what?"

Pietro frowned and took a step back. "Together. You said it yesterday."

Fuck. What the hell did she say? She couldn't remember some parts of the night.

"Darcy?" There was hurt in Pietro's eyes now and Darcy felt it like a stab in her heart. "You remember what you told me last night, right?"

Darcy wished she could lie to him right now and tell him she remembered everything, but she despised lying and –more so –she hated lying to Pietro.

"I don't." She sighed. "I'm sorry."

Pietro took two steps back. He was not frowning anymore, his face had taken this somber look. "Oh." Was all he said.

"Pietro…"

"I'm sorry, Darcy." He said quickly, turning his back to her. "I'll just… Go."

Shit! This was exactly what she was afraid of! If he left it would be awkward, they would never talk again, she just knew it!

"Pietro, wait!" Darcy grabbed his arm, but he was decidedly not looking at her. "I'm so sorry that I don't remember. Tell me what it was."

"What does it matter?" He turned to her. "You just said it because you're drunk."

"Well, maybe… But you know what they say!" She added quickly, when his face fell again. "A drunken person's word is like the truth, or something like that."

"If that was the case, don't you think you'd remember it?" Pietro pointed out reasonably.

Darcy hated when Pietro was the voice of reason. It was like saying Tony was right about something not technology-related.

Not normal.

"Would you…" Darcy took a deep breath. "Would you just tell me, please? I really don't want to ruin our friendship."

"I know that, Darcy." He huffed, frustrated. "You told me this a million times last night."

"I did?" She wondered out loud, then she remembered. "I did. And you told me it wouldn't ruin our friendship…"

"Because we wouldn't stop being friends. Not really." He sighed. "You remember that."

"I remember a lot of things, Pietro." Darcy insisted. "I wasn't that drunk."

"You don't remember the most important."

"For fuck's sake, can't you just tell me?" Darcy exploded. "I fucking jumped on you last night and demanded you take off your shirt and I'm pretty sure I spent a ridiculous amount of time petting your abs, Pietro."

"You did." He conceded. "That part was a bit weird."

Of course it had been. Darcy finally gets one hell of a sexy guy in bed and what does she do? Pets his abs. She probably needed to go out more.

In her defense, his abs were amazing.

Darcy took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind. She had never been a melancholic drunk or a mean one, she never did things and then blamed on the vodka. The only thing drinking really did for her was make her cuddly –more- and even more likely to say and do things impulsively.

Darcy hadn't slept with Pietro because she was drunk, she did it because she had this huge crush on him. She hid it because that's what she does when she is uncomfortable with what she feels, when she is insecure –which happens very often.

They were friends and Pietro flirted with her and she flirted back, but it had always been just for fun, right?

Right?

Last night she had asked him to walk her to her door and then tugged him inside. She didn't remember if he kissed her first or the other way around, but she did say…

"I've always wanted to do that." She whispered in awe. That's what she said last night.

"What?" Pietro asked, his face lifting minimally in what could only be described as hope.

"Last night… When we kissed I said that, because it's the truth. I wanted to kiss you." She admitted.

"I wanted you to kiss me too." Pietro spoke softly, taking a step in her direction. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long, long time…"

"Wait a minute." Darcy pointed her finger at him. "Define 'long'." She narrowed her eyes and Pietro gulped.

"Since I pulled you in that closet with me?" It came out more as question.

"WHAT?"

This couldn't be true! That happened like… Months ago.

"I'd seen you from afar and I thought you were…" Was he blushing? "I just wanted to talk to you and…"

"OK. New plan." Darcy declared to the universe.

Pietro looked around, like he wasn't sure if she was talking to him or if he should reply to that. "Okay…" He agreed carefully.

"I like you, you like me, but if I'm going to remember last night I think the easiest way to accomplish that would be to recreate it. So, if you don't mind…"

"Not at all." He was on her immediately after that. So fast, in fact, that the last word was said against her lips.

Pietro kissed her and Darcy remembered this from last night. She could remember clearly thinking that all the waiting to kiss him had paid off, because he was an amazing kisser. She adored how he was always running, but he kissed her lazily, taking his time with her mouth and her tongue, his hands feeling every inch of her body.

And –since fair is fair –she was doing the same to him. Mostly she was letting her hands have fun with his body.

Pietro pulled Darcy's T-shirt over her head and threw it over his shoulder. She arched against him, a shiver running down her body with every touch of his fingertips.

Then everything blurred and she was in her room, with Pietro on top of her, that cocky smirk of his on his lips. "In a hurry, Roadrunner?"

"Oh yes. I was too slow for too long." He declared before kissing her deeply again, settling between her thighs.

His hands were creeping over Darcy's body and were almost at her boobs when she stopped him. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be on top."

Pietro smiled like Christmas had arrived early this year. Another blurry second and Darcy was on top of a completely naked Pietro.

"Well, aren't you full of tricks?" Darcy smirked at him, her hands going behind her back to open the clasp of her bra.

Pietro was looking at her like she was a work of art. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He said, his eyes full of wonderment.

Shit, this guy couldn't go around saying things like that to her.

She leaned in, her nipples sliding against his chest in a way that made him shiver –and made her feel so powerful –before she sealed his lips with her in a searing kiss. Pietro's hands caressed her back, before reaching her shorts and pushing them. It took a bit of maneuvering, but finally –finally –they were skin on skin.

"Con…" Darcy didn't even need to finish the sentence before Pietro was offering her a condom. She rolled her eyes playfully. "Boys."

Darcy rolled the condom down on him and Pietro's hips bucked under her. She grabbed his cock to put it in the right position and Pietro hissed.

Darcy sank slowly, let him stretch her out in that delicious way. She moaned loudly when he as completely in her, her hands going to his abs.

"Darcy… Would you, please… Move?" Pietro all but begged through clenched teeth.

Well, look at that. Darcy was feeling mighty right now. "You mean like…" She rolled her hips. "This?"

Pietro cursed in Sokovian, his hands going to her hips. "Just like this…"

Darcy moved again and it was her turn to moan. Had it been this amazing last night? She remembered parts of it, but this… This she would never forget.

She threw her head back and Pietro could feel the tips of her hair brushing gently against his thighs. He moved his hips against hers and Darcy shuddered.

Everything became a mess of hands, skin, kisses and sweat. There were mumbled words and soft sighs, porny moans and a whole lot of cursing.

Darcy felt like she might be in love.

"OK… That was awesome, we should definitely be together." She declared some time later, lying next to Pietro on the bed.

"That's what you said yesterday." Pietro informed her.

"Well, I'm obviously a genius." Darcy stretched before turning to Pietro. She put a hand over his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. "I'm sorry about this morning."

"It's okay." He smiled at her, a perfect dimple appearing on his cheek. "It was nice making you remember it. Besides, you're worth it."

"Oh man…" She hid her face on his neck. "Don't say things like that."

"Why not?" Pietro chuckled.

"Makes me wanna jump you again."

"I don't see a problem here."

Well, that was good enough for her.

She was a bro.

Except when he was fucking her against the wall.

She really needed to let that one go. It wasn't going to be easy.

Notes: Sooooooooooooo...

First one we got was Pietro! Love him, can't accept he died (NEVER!). Let's pretend he is immortal...

Hope the smut was decent, please let me know if you see any glaring mistakes. My English is a work in eternal progress, I guess...

Next chapter...
She was a bro.
Except when he was fucking her against the wall.
She really needed to let that one go. It wasn't going to be easy.

See you soon!

xoxo