Revenge (Pietro x Barton! reader)

Let's pretend in this that Pietro survived and that you are Clint's daughter. Oh and I can't write his accent so you'll have to fill it in yourself.

"Dad!" you shouted out gleefully as you father limped through the front door. You rushed to his side but was mindful of his appearent injuries as you gave him a love filled hug.

"Hey honey. I heard about that boy who broke your heart and if you want I could pay him a visit tonight." Clint answered as he gave you the best hug he could given his current condition.

"Don't kill him dad." you laughed despite the small ache that stemmed from your break-up seven months ago. Your dad glanced around him before he placed his lips next to your ear and whispered, "Nobody would know."

"I would." you gave him a stern look as you stepped away from him to allow yourself the room to put your hands on your hips.

"Yeah you always were a goody-goody." Clint smiled down at you teasingly before noise coming from the porch caused him to turn his head back towards the door. You followed his gaze but only saw a large blur and felt a blast of wind hit you before a man appeared before you.

"Where's the others?" Clint asked while he closed your mouth with his hand. The unknown man winked at you before he stated with a shrug, "They are to slow."

'Whoa' went through your mind as you heard the, you weren't going to lie, hot guy's sexy accent. A laugh sounded from the doorway and two more stranger's walked into the house followed by your aunt, Thor, Steve and Tony.

"Hey guys." you waved at them all, "Who are the newbies?"

"Wanda Maximoff and her brother Pietro. And the colorful guy is Vision." Tony wiggled his eyebrows at you as he said the guys' names but that fact was lost on you as the first two names began to ring bells in your brain. Your eyes flashed with anger as you stared into the face of the guy who got your father hurt and while you knew he was on your dad's side now that still didn't lessen your anger.

"You're the one who hurt my dad." you growled out as your fingers curled into fists.

"Uh yes but I- crap." Pietro didn't bother finishing his sentence as he sped away from your attempts at punching him. You crossed your arms in annnoyance at the fact that you were unable to hit the guy but your frown quickly turned back into a smile as you came up with a plan.

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   You snuck around the house like a ninja as you browsed the kitchen for Kool-Aid packets. The smile that played on your lips grew as you saw the pink lemonade packet and you grabbed three of them to pour into the boiling water.

"Miss Kathi what are you doing?" Vision questioned as he stepped into the kitchen. 

"Making something to drink." you replied with your most innocent smile and while the android type man didn't really seem to believe you he did nod before he floated out the door. You stared after him for a moment before turning your attention back to the pot on the stove.

"That was a little weird." you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed down a bowl and quickly poured your colored water into it. With a small hum of triumph you balanced the bowl in one hand while you snatched up paper towels with the other before you headed to the room Pietro had been lent.

     The door creaked as you slowly pushed it open just enough for you to wiggle through and the floorboards seemed to hate you with every step it took to get to your intended's bed. The second you made it you carefully slid the bowl unto the small table that housed a lamp and working by moonlight you set to work on covering every single strand of the foreign man's silver hair with your delightful mixture.

~~~~~The next morning~~~~~

"What!" a voice screamed out from the depths of the house.

"Who did this?" Pietro shrieked as he suddenly appeared in the living room, his now pink hair becoming the focal point of everybody's eyes.

"I believe Miss. Barton was in the kitchen last night mixing a drink that had the same exact color." Vision swiftly walked up to the raging man to examine his hair closer but just as he got there you stepped through the doorway and Pietro was in your face before even half a second passed.

"You dyed my hair." he seethed through gritted teeth.

"No." you stated simply as you silently thanked your Russian aunt for teaching you an excellent poker face.

"Vision said he saw you making the dye." Pietro moved his face closer to yours until his forehead was touching yours and you were sure that if you weren't filled with fear you'd be freaking out over how close the two of you were.

"How do you make dye?" you asked him sweetly as you attempted to use the innocent slow blink that Natasha has recently begun to teach you.

"Hey (y/n) stop leaving Kool-Aid packets on the counter!" you mother told you from the kitchen. Pietro's eyes narrowed as something dark flickered within them and you took a few steps back while you slowly raised your hands up in surrender.

"Don't kill my kid." Clint called out from the couch as he turned on the TV and propped his feet up on the coffee table. You glanced over at your father incredulously but in doing so Pietro saw his chance and without warning you were pulled into his arms and the world around you became a blur.

"Never do that again." you gasped out once your feet was back on the ground and your vision was no longer just a sea of colors.

"Check your hair."  Pietro grinned at you as he thrust a small hand mirror in your face.

"Wow this actually makes me look hot." you declared as you checked out your new hair color before you pressed your lips to his cheek.

"Thanks." you smiled at him  before you skipped out the bathroom to go show off your new (fave color) hair leaving behind a conflicted Pietro.

"Well that didn't go as planned."