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dorksidefikerTitle: Hurt
Fandom: Ultimate Marvel
Characters: Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton
Prompt: 64. Agony
Word Count: 464
Rating: R for language.
Summary: Sometimes people surprise you.
Author's Notes: Inspired by events in Ultimates 2, especially when Pietro refers to the rest of the Ultimates as his friends while beating the hell out of the Liberators’ speedster. Features my alternate take on what might be going on between Pietro and Wanda.
Clint Barton waited until everyone else had left before snapping at Pietro Maximoff. “I told you assholes I didn’t want you here.”
“Fury was here,” Pietro said calmly, crouching down and reading the names etched in stone.
“Nick’s a friend. He’s…” Clint found himself unable to spit out the words, to remind the speedster that Fury had been godfather to his daughter. Instead, he made a choking noise and contemplated ripping out his fingernails again and killing Pietro with them.
“I’m your friend,” Pietro said.
“Where’s Wanda?” Clint asked, looking for Pietro’s ever present shadow.
“With Janet and Thor, or so she told me she would be. Hopefully, not getting in to trouble.”
Clint blinked. “Are you telling me that she’s not here?”
“She’s not here. She is my light, and she is my life, but even my dear sister and I need our space.”
Clint’s lip curled up in a sneer. “Sounds more like you’re describing your girlfriend than your sister.”
“Maybe to you, you cultureless Neanderthal,” Pietro snorted. “But despite what everyone would assume, my relationship with Wanda is not like that.” Seeing Clint open his mouth for another verbal stab, Pietro added, “I’m gay.”
Clint’s mouth closed with an audible click. “You’re shittin’ me.”
“Would you like to fuck a man in front of you as proof?” Pietro asked irritably. “You have no idea the kind of life I’ve lived. Wanda has been the only constant, the only person who cared, and who I could always trust. My father cared more for Xavier than he did about us until we manifested powers, and even then Wanda and I were only disappointments. Yes, it’s made us insular and perhaps strange to you, and I honestly don’t expect you to understand, but you wouldn’t be the first who didn’t.” He stood up, brushing his hands on his slacks.
“Why are you here?” Clint asked.
“Because you are in pain, and I want to help you. That’s something a friend would do, right? I want to keep you from hurting yourself, since I have no doubt you intend to drink yourself into a stupor.” Pietro said with a shrug.
“I don’t drink with anyone who won’t drink with me,” Clint warned. “And if you think I’m gonna let you follow me around-”
Pietro sneered. “I can drink you under the table tonight or any other.”
Fandom: Ultimate Marvel
Characters: Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton
Prompt: 64. Agony
Word Count: 464
Rating: R for language.
Summary: Sometimes people surprise you.
Author's Notes: Inspired by events in Ultimates 2, especially when Pietro refers to the rest of the Ultimates as his friends while beating the hell out of the Liberators’ speedster. Features my alternate take on what might be going on between Pietro and Wanda.
Clint Barton waited until everyone else had left before snapping at Pietro Maximoff. “I told you assholes I didn’t want you here.”
“Fury was here,” Pietro said calmly, crouching down and reading the names etched in stone.
“Nick’s a friend. He’s…” Clint found himself unable to spit out the words, to remind the speedster that Fury had been godfather to his daughter. Instead, he made a choking noise and contemplated ripping out his fingernails again and killing Pietro with them.
“I’m your friend,” Pietro said.
“Where’s Wanda?” Clint asked, looking for Pietro’s ever present shadow.
“With Janet and Thor, or so she told me she would be. Hopefully, not getting in to trouble.”
Clint blinked. “Are you telling me that she’s not here?”
“She’s not here. She is my light, and she is my life, but even my dear sister and I need our space.”
Clint’s lip curled up in a sneer. “Sounds more like you’re describing your girlfriend than your sister.”
“Maybe to you, you cultureless Neanderthal,” Pietro snorted. “But despite what everyone would assume, my relationship with Wanda is not like that.” Seeing Clint open his mouth for another verbal stab, Pietro added, “I’m gay.”
Clint’s mouth closed with an audible click. “You’re shittin’ me.”
“Would you like to fuck a man in front of you as proof?” Pietro asked irritably. “You have no idea the kind of life I’ve lived. Wanda has been the only constant, the only person who cared, and who I could always trust. My father cared more for Xavier than he did about us until we manifested powers, and even then Wanda and I were only disappointments. Yes, it’s made us insular and perhaps strange to you, and I honestly don’t expect you to understand, but you wouldn’t be the first who didn’t.” He stood up, brushing his hands on his slacks.
“Why are you here?” Clint asked.
“Because you are in pain, and I want to help you. That’s something a friend would do, right? I want to keep you from hurting yourself, since I have no doubt you intend to drink yourself into a stupor.” Pietro said with a shrug.
“I don’t drink with anyone who won’t drink with me,” Clint warned. “And if you think I’m gonna let you follow me around-”
Pietro sneered. “I can drink you under the table tonight or any other.”