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“I don’t understand why I need a suit,” Pietro whined from the fitting room. He was trying on the third outfit Wanda brought in for him.
“I told you, this is my birthday wish,” Wanda put her head through the curtain and checked on him. Yeah, pastel purple was not his colour. “This is a very fancy and very elite little restaurant,” she left only to return with another suit and pants set. “They have a strict dress code.”
“Why can’t we just celebrate as we always do?” the garments flew around like crazy, trying to stay on the hangers desperately as Pietro changed in a blink of an eye.
“You mean hiding away in a shitty apartment, eating stolen cake?” Wanda remembered back to Sokovia. “Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, but we are in America now, living a new life, being heroes. We deserve better.”
“And what if my birthday wish is to not wear a suit and not to go to a fancy restaurant?” he hated ties. They were too restraining.
“Please,” she poked her head in again and flashed those puppy dog eyes at him.
“Okay, but tomorrow we are doing what I want,” he gave in. He learnt a long time ago that there was no saying no to Wanda Maximoff.
“Whatever you want brother,” she blew a kiss at him. “By the way, you look great in that.”
“It is not bad,” the light blue suit and matching pants complimented his eyes and hair perfectly. He put his hands in the pocket and posed slightly.
“You are enjoying this,” Wanda exclaimed.
“Just wondering how come only one of us got the good looks,” he flashed a cheeky smile at her sister.
“For your sake, I hope you mean me,” Wanda flew a shoebox dangerously close to his head.
“Always, sis,” his grin grew even wider.
“Why do I need a suit?” Sam took the hanger from Bucky and gave him a puzzled look.
“It is an undercover mission, Sam,” Bucky held the suit jacket in front of him then threw it away after some consideration. “You have to fit in.”
“Why can’t someone else go?” he really didn’t feel like dressing up and going out. “Anyways these fucking jackets are so tight I couldn’t fight in them if it comes to that.”
“Okay, I am willing to make a deal,” Bucky dived back in the garderobe. “What about a shirt and tie combo.
“Only if I can strangle you with it,” Sam hissed between his teeth but took the clothes.
“Don’t be so grumpy, I heard they have amazing caviar.”
“Why don’t you go then?” Sam groaned while buttoning up the shirt.
“Sorry I already have plans,” he said casually. “And anyways the Falcon can handle this with one hand tied behind his back,” he buttered him up. He found it worked quite well on Sam.
“You bet he can.”
“I must say you look surprisingly handsome,” Sam emerged in dark green dress pants, a white shirt and a black tie.
“There is nothing surprising in it,” Sam winked at him and Bucky shook his head.
Pietro wiggled in his seat. As always, he was early. And Wanda was late. He offered to pick her up but she said something about the wind messing up her hair and dress. Fussy. She was right about one thing. The place was fancy as. It was a private rooftop, looking over New York. Their table was on a whole separate platform, making it even more exclusive.
“Oh, hey man,” Sam arrived at the table with a confused look on his face.
“Hi,” Pietro looked at him just as confused. He never imagined Sam as the dressing up type but he looked really good. Maybe he did like ties after all.
“Are you here for the mission too?” he sat down. Somehow, he couldn’t take his eyes away from the icy blues on the other side of the table. The damn suit made them glow almost.
“What mission?” Pietro tilted his head. “I am waiting for Wanda, it’s her birthday dinner,” what a shame he thought.
“Oh, I won’t bother you any longer then,” he was getting up. “Grandpa Barnes probably gave me the wrong table number. His memory is not what it used to be,” what a shame.
“Don’t go,” Pietro said it a bit too quickly. “You could stay until Wanda gets here,” he nervously ran his fingers through his silver hair.
“Why not,” Sam sat back with a smile and waved for the waiter. “I heard they have great caviar,” Pietro smiled as well and relaxed back into his chair.
Two hours and equal bottles of champagne later they were leaving. Wanda never showed up. Neither did the Russian businessman Bucky promised. They didn’t mind it at all.
“I don’t believe you,” Sam laughed.
“I swear,” he turned to him and squeezed his arm. “It’s no battle scar, I got the scar by running into a bin when I was 4,” he usually hated walking around like this. But with Sam, he didn’t even notice how slow they were going.
“I guess you didn’t see it coming,” Sam turned to him and ran his thumb over the white line crossing his eyebrow. “It must have been one tough trash can,” Pietro felt frozen in place. His hand was warm as he left it there, cradling his face.
“I guess I did not,” was all he could say.
“And what about this one?” Sam stepped closer and pulled him in for a kiss. It was soft almost just a pack on his lips. He tasted like champagne, sweet and intoxicating.
“That was a lot nicer than the bin,” he whispered as they separated for a moment. Now Pietro pulled him in by the waist and kissed him passionately. He held him close and never wanted to let go. This wasn’t something he ever thought he needed but now he wanted all of him. Sam’s fingers roamed through his hair, sending what felt like thousands of tiny electric currents down his spine. Their bodies pushed up against each other and Sam gently bit Pietro’s lower lip. There on the quiet New York street, Pietro Maximoff let out the smallest little moan. Sam felt his knees grow weak from that and gave him two more little kisses before moving back. His body was shaking with desire.
“So, I heard about this guy who could take his date home in a flash,” Sam said heaving with a nervous smile.
“His date, huh?” Pietro smirked at him. “Hold on,” and Sam was happy to oblige.
Wanda and Bucky were sitting in the Compound kitchen at 2 am, sharing an apple pie. With a gush of wind, a half-naked Pietro landed in front of the fridge.
“Not a word, sis,” he said and quickly grabbed two bottles of water.
“Happy birthday brother,” she smiled at him all knowingly and he was gone in a second.
“Well done Maximoff,” Bucky nodded with recognition. “I didn’t think it would be that easy.”
“I told you it was there under the surface,” she was cocky now. “Great teamwork tho,” and they high-fived over the pie.