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“Oh, Sam, Come ON,” You groaned, shifting your sock clad feet in his lap to kick him gently in the thigh. “You’ve seen this episode before! Goldfish do in fact have a memory longer than 3 seconds, myth busted.”
“But there’s nothing else on! 900 channels, and this is all I got!” He retorts, throwing his hands up in protest.
You feel a sudden cold gust, and your hair flutters around your face. You tilt your head back to find Pietro staring at you both, an indescribable look on his face.
“What’s up, rocket?” You flash an upside down grin at him.
“I was, uh.” He pauses, suddenly looking unsure of himself. “I was seeing if you wanted to watch a movie, maybe? I didn’t know you were busy though, I’ll just go find Wan-“
“No, no!” You interject quickly. “That’d be nice, besides Sam is being rude, mean and boring.” You give him another nudge with your foot before standing up on the couch, clamouring over the arm to join Pietro.
“Well see now, that’s just rude. I am merely trying to expand my field on knowledge.” He replies, tilting his head back to look pointedly at you.
“Yeah, gotta know those giant killer goldfish we’re always fighting WILL in fact remember how to dodge a bullet.”
“Hey, we’ve seen weirder.” Sam shrugs, before turning back towards the TV.
Pietro watches the entire exchange with a befuddled look on his face. You should probably explain that you won’t be fighting giant killer goldfish anytime soon. Probably.
“C’mon.” You grab Pietro’s hand, and drag him away from the sofas. “If we’re watching movies, I want snacks. Besides Tony finally gave me better speakers in my room, so we can watch a movie there.”
When you reach the kitchen, Bruce is grabbing a drink from the fridge, giving you both a friendly wave as he makes his way back to the lab.
There’s a lull as Pietro leans against the centre island, watching you rummage through the cupboards, before he breaks the silence.
“It’s a,” He stumbles on his words. “It’s nice, you and Sam. Nice to have somebody, no?” He smiles, looking more pained than anything.
You halt your search to turn around and look at him, a frown on your face.
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
Pietro ducks his head bashfully, the tips of his ears turning a gentle pink.
“I just thought, we used to spend a lot of time together, no? Then suddenly every time I see you, you’re cuddled up with Sam, and I just thought.” He rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly, cutting himself off before he can say anymore.
“Well, yeah.” You laugh not unkindly. “Because Steve is trying to whip your butt into shape, so you’re not here as much, and it turns out me and Sam enjoy the same trashy TV.”
You pause as something clicks, and then you’re laughing, crossing the room towards him.
“Oh my god! Pietro! Wait a minute.” He steps back as you approach, stopping only when his back hits the counter. “Are you jealous?”
“I, no! I just thought, you’re very affectionate with him, is all!” His voice speaks of denial, but the red hot blush creeping down his neck says otherwise.
“Don’t worry, dragă dulce.” You grin up at him, your fingers tangling into the hairs at the nape of his neck, relishing in his sharp inhale of breath. “Sam isn’t the person I just invited into my dimly lit bedroom now, is he?"