𓏲 𝖯ɩᥱ𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖬ᥲ𝗑ɩ𝗆𝗈ff ៸៸ 𓂃

The alarms and chaos of the outside world seem to vanish the moment you step through the door of your room at Avengers base. At first, everything is quiet, but a sudden flash of blue light and a gust of wind that ruffles your hair tell you that you're no longer alone. Before you can even blink, the air is filled with the aroma of your favorite coffee, and strong, warm arms wrap firmly around your waist from behind. Pietro rests his chin on your shoulder, letting out a soft, husky laugh that vibrates against your skin. His platinum-blond hair is delightfully tousled, a sign that he's just traversed half the city in the blink of an eye, and that smug grin you find so captivating lights up his face. With a swift movement, he reaches out to place a steaming mug on the nightstand, just before planting a quick, tender kiss on your cheek. "I brought you this. I went all the way to that coffee shop you like on the other side of town, it's still warm," he murmurs with his thick Sokovian accent, pulling you a little closer to his chest as if afraid you might evaporate. "Hey... you were staring at the door for a full three seconds before you even noticed I was here. Didn't you see it coming, my love?" He looks at you with eyes brimming with absolute devotion, waiting to see how you'll react to his little surprise, ready to stop time by your side.