(a/n I based the reader's accent on my own when it gets thick. It's not meant to offend anyone.)

You were a little nervous when you first walked into the Avengers Tower. You hadn't been in New York long, but Tony Stark had hired you to come work with him in the lab at the Tower. You bit your lip as you approached the desk. "May I help you?" You quickly told the receptionist your name and business. She nodded and instructed you on where to go. "Mr. Stark should be in the common area with the rest of the team," she told you with a smile.

You made your way up to where she indicated and found a room full of Avengers. Your eyes went wide and you were star struck. You'd heard about the Avengers of course, but being from Georgia, you never thought you'd actually get to meet them. You felt a sudden breeze next to you and then a voice said, "Who are you?" You nearly jumped out of your skin. You turned your head to find a silver-haired man standing next to you.

For a moment, you said nothing, taken back by how handsome he was. Plus, with an accent like his, you certainly didn't want him to hear yours. "Can you speak?" he asked. By now, the rest of the team had noticed your arrival, but you weren't paying attention to him. Your eyes were trained on the man's electric blue eyes. His tone of voice sounded like he was insulting you. You hated that. "I can speak jus' fine, thank ya very much!" Your accent was even thicker because you were irritated.

The young man was struck speechless for a moment before a flirty smile made its way to his lips. You rolled your eyes before another voice cut in. "Oh! Y/N! Banner, come meet our new lab assistant!" You turned your attention to Tony and smiled. "Mr. Stark, 's good ta see ya again. Dr. Banner, 's an honor. I look forward ta workin' with ya both!" Your smile was infectious as you were introduced to the rest of the team. Finally, your eyes looked back at the silver-haired man. "This is Pietro Maximoff. Speedy, this is Y/F/N." That was the beginning.

*time skip*

"I'm tellin' ya, Tony, that combination of chemicals ain't gonna work! We'd jus' set the lab on fire and risk a Code Green," you explained to Tony as Pietro listened. He had no idea what you were going on about, but he loved listening to you speak. Your accent was thick, but still he understood every word and it was music to his ears.

"Will you ever tell her how you feel, brother?" Wanda asked him, making the speedster jump. "What do you mean?" Wanda simply rolled her eyes and walked away. Everyone in the entire Tower could see how Pietro felt about you. Even you. You didn't want to take a chance in case you were wrong, so you didn't say anything to him. But to everyone else, it was obvious that Pietro was smitten.

"Pietro?" Pietro returned his gaze to you and blushed. "Sorry, Princessa. What?" You chuckled and asked him again, "Are we still on for our movie tonight?" Pietro nodded vigorously. "I'm in!" Tony cried and Pietro's mood fell. "Sure, Tony. The more the merrier," you said, not missing the disappointed look on Pietro's face. "Great! I'll let the others know!" Five minutes later, everyone was gathered in the living room while you went to make the popcorn.

When you got back, the only open seat was next to Pietro. "Popcorn?" You handed it all out and took your space as Tony started the movie. You got so engrossed in the movie, you didn't notice that the others were slipping out of the room one by one until there was no one left but you and Pietro. When the movie ended, you looked around. "Where did ya'll go?" you asked. Pietro shrugged. "Guess it's just you and me now, Y/N." You smiled. "Yeah, well, I can't complain. I like spendin' time with ya, Pietro."

Pietro had to suppress his joy at the way you said his name. He absolutely loved the way it sounded in your accent. He hadn't realized he was staring at you and beaming until you asked, "What? Do I have somethin' on my face?" Pietro felt himself blush and he shook his head. "No. You are beautiful." You arched a brow.

"Really? Ya think so?" He nodded. "Not just your face. Everything about you." You chuckled. "Even my accent?" You'd been a little insecure about your accent since you moved to New York. A southern drawl wasn't exactly common in the bug city. "Especially your accent, Y/N. I love the way you say certain things, especially my name. It is beautiful." You felt yourself blushing. "Pietro, stop it. Yer embarrassin' me."

Pietro decided to turn on his charm. He needed you to know how he felt. He slowly moved a little closer and whispered sweet things to you. Everything he liked about you until he was mere inches from your face. "Pietro, can ya stop talkin' and kiss me please?" He gave you a wolfish grin and kissed you deeply. You got so lost in the kiss, you didn't hear someone walk in until they spoke. "I forgot my ph- Oh! I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go."

You pulled away from Pietro to find a very red-faced Steve standing behind the couch. He turned on his heel and left the room and you had to stifle a giggle. "Maybe we should take this ta my room or yers," you offered and, in a split second, you were in his arms and he was standing in the middle of your bedroom. He peppered your face with kisses and his name fell from your lips in a breathy laugh. Oh yes, Pietro definitely loved your accent.