The air crackled with anticipation, a lime-flavored warning hanging over the Avengers gathered in the common room. You, Steve, Bruce, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Bucky, and Clint were casualties of Tony Stark’s latest boredom cure: spin the bottle. You found yourself wedged between Steve, whose arm rested casually against your shoulder, and Bucky, whose gaze held a quiet intensity.
Tony strolled in, settling beside Bruce with a mischievous grin. He placed the bottle in the center of the circle. "Alright, kids, you know the drill. Who's first?"
"Bruce!" you blurted out, knowing full well you’d rather endure a kiss from Tony than be chosen yourself.
"Alrighty then, Brucie, your turn," Tony goaded, nudging the bottle towards Banner. Bruce spun it with a force bordering on desperation, hoping to avoid a fate involving Tony. When the bottle wobbled to a stop, it landed between him and Natasha. Tony, with a sly movement, tilted the bottle until it landed squarely on Natasha.
"Well picked up, Brucie," Tony teased. Bruce, relieved to have dodged a bullet, watched as Tony pointed towards you. Bruce walked over to Nat. Before he could reach her, Pietro playfully shoved Bruce into her, initiating the kiss.
A flush crept across both Nat and Bruce’s cheeks, a surprising wave of color. You stifled a giggle, watching as they broke apart. Bruce handed you the bottle, a wry smile playing on his lips.
“Why me?” you grumbled.
“Because you volunteered me,” Bruce replied, his tone laced with amusement.
“Well, it turned out well for *you*, didn’t it?”
“Hurry up, Princess. We don't have all day," Tony barked, impatience simmering in his voice. You sighed, spinning the bottle with a silent prayer that it wouldn't land on Tony or Clint. It whirled and whirled, the tension building, until it finally settled on Pietro. Your breath hitched. A wave of heat flushed your cheeks, turning them a vibrant red.
“Get on with it already,” Tony demanded, but before you could react, you felt yourself swept off your feet. When your vision cleared, Pietro was looking down at you. Before you could utter a word, he kissed you, pushing you back against the wall. A second of shock dissolved into a fervent kiss.
Your hands tangled in his dark hair, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He lifted your legs, wrapping them around his hips. As you settled into the embrace, his hands slipped under your shirt, tracing the delicate curve of your bra.
A whistle cut through the air. Tony stood in the doorway, a knowing smirk on his face. Fortunately, the rest of the team hadn't witnessed the escalating intimacy.
"Well, looks like we should probably give you two some alone time," Tony drawled, his tone laced with amusement. "But no little Pietro's running around, we don't need any of that." He turned and walked away, leaving you breathless and flushed.
Your face burned crimson, but when you turned back to Pietro, he was already tugging your shirt off, ignoring Tony's warning. The heat of his gaze and the promise of further abandon hung in the air.