Pie
Violet had pulled her duvet over her head and was doing something terrible she shouldn’t have done again in her dark room with her cell phone in her hand. Guilt, curiosity and sadness were everywhere at the same time. She was looking for Yelena’s comments under Bucky’s Instagram posts and for God’s sake, it wasn’t hard to find them. The comments were increasing as they went from old posts to the present.
She felt a wetness on her lip and realized that she had sunk her teeth into her flesh. She wiped her lip with her index finger and checked the light reflecting off her phone screen for blood. There was blood. But she couldn’t deal with this now. She had already found something exciting. She clicked on Yelena’s profile, who had written a very long comment under Bucky’s post just now.
She gave up.
She went back and read the comment, trying to be brave. Bucky had shared a photo with his cat Alpine in his arms. Yelena had written a long comment saying how much she missed Alpine and how it always surprised her that their eye colors matched so well.
Violet gritted her teeth. “You broke up! You dumped him to make more money!” she shouted at the screen louder than she had expected. She knew no one could hear her in the empty house, but she still felt uneasy about shouting.
When she saw Bucky responding to her immediately, she closed her burning eyes and took a deep breath. She opened them again. She read the comment carefully, trying to figure out how he was going to treat Yelena. She hoped he was distant. But his comment was so… incomprehensible. She took a deep breath. She panicked when she saw that it was 04:17 in the morning.
She had shown Bruce the middle finger when he said you should establish a sleep schedule, but she had also gotten a scolding from Steve for falling asleep halfway through the training. She knew she should have a more regular sleep schedule, but it just wasn’t happening.
Her chest tightened as she remembered that Bucky was Yelena’s ex. She had only seen Yelena in pictures. And from what she had seen, she was beautiful. During a conversation with a drunk Bucky, she had learned that Yelena and the man had made a sex tape when they were lovers. She didn’t know which was more painful. Imagining Bucky making love to Yelena or having it recorded? The man had also mentioned his fantasies that Violet had never expected and had said, “I like it pretty rough, Violet,” with a grin. This had stopped Violet from acting like Bucky’s best friend for a while. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Bucky making a sex tape with Yelena.
Her friendship with Bucky was usually like she was the one who called, texted, and sent messages. Sometimes Bucky wouldn't respond to a text for weeks. Sometimes he would send very detailed answers to a simple "how are you?" question. Like, he would send a cute photo of himself with Alpine and then a text telling her how his day was. I mean, the guy was hot and cold. God knows, it was wearing Violet out, but whenever she wanted to give up, he would finally show some interest in her and she would decide to hang on a little longer.
She wasn’t exactly sure what had kept her fixated on Bucky. Despite his complete lack of interest, Violet had told him how desperately she needed money, and Bucky had said he could send her money right away. They barely knew each other back then. Everyone knew Violet as a distant friend of Wanda’s. Violet was shocked that he would offer to help her out. She might be a scammer after all. He hadn’t offered a lot of money, but he had. Violet, who had had to deal with everything herself, had convinced herself that day that Bucky had a heart of gold. If someone asked her what she saw in him, this was her answer: “I fell in love with his golden heart.”
So you're smitten with the good heart of a 108-year-old former assassin who makes sex tapes?
She got out of bed. It was obvious she wouldn’t be able to sleep. Pietro was coming for tomorrow’s Russian lesson. Pietro’s metabolism was fifteen times faster than a normal human’s, so he almost never got sick, never had to deal with broken bones, and aged very slowly. He also ate enough food for an army. She went into the kitchen to make a blueberry pie. She wanted to keep stalking Bucky on her phone. She fought the urge to do so, turned on some music, and put the phone away from her on the kitchen table. She sat at the counter and began sifting flour, repeating Russian words under her breath. Pietro was a cruel teacher. Although it was Violet who had warned him to be so cruel. The girl clearly had discipline issues, and learning a new language was impossible for her without a strict system.
As the first light of daylight illuminated her kitchen a few hours later, Violet had baked a blueberry pie, studied some Russian, and cried a lot as she scrolled through Yelena’s profile, comparing herself to her. Her slim, athletic physique, along with her own standard size thirty-six body, large breasts, and an ass that Pietro often described as a “giant peach,” were terrifying to her. Despite hearing about how beautiful she was, especially from men, her entire life, her self-confidence was shattered the moment she landed on Yelena’s profile. On top of that, Bucky had been giving hours-long TEDxtalks about how “girls with slim, tight bodies” were so much better in bed. Tears welled up again as she crawled into bed to lie down for a bit.
Hours later, she opened her eyes as she felt hard arms wrap around her from behind. “Oh my God,” Pietro moaned in her ear. “You’re so soft. All I can think about is holding you tight.” He nuzzled the girl’s neck. Violet turned back into his arms. When they were face to face, “My door was locked,” she said disapprovingly. Pietro grinned and slowly lowered his hands to her hips. “Yes, it was but I opened.” Violet moved Pietro's hands from her hips back to her own back. "You can't open my door whenever you want, Pietro."
The boy shrugged. "Apparently I can, and I do."
"Pie!"
Pietro ignored Violet's anger. He even looked worried. "Violet, you were sleeping. Very deeply. I rang the doorbell several times. When you didn't answer, I got worried and vibrated a little bit." He opened the door using his super speed, moving the handle with his hand a million times per second.
The girl felt embarrassed. "Again?" She pushed Pietro away, forcing him to fall off the bed. When he lay down where he had fallen, she leaned over the edge of the bed to face him. "Maybe I should go back on the sleeping pills?"
"You almost died. Don't even think about it again!"
"But I can't sleep." A sob escaped her mouth, and she realized she was starting to cry, and she quickly turned to the other side of the bed and got up. Pietro had already used his super speed to stand in front of her. "Did you tell Stephen?"
The girl shook her head. "I don't want anyone to know about this."
"There's nothing wrong with that. You can't sleep, and you need to, Violet. It's okay to ask for help."
Violet shrugged. "I'm not asking for anyone's help. I'll take my medication."
Pietro waved his cell phone around. “I’m sorry honey.” “I already texted Stephen.” The phone beeped. “He says we can go for a check-up tomorrow morning.”
“Pietro!” she pushed him angrily in the chest but couldn’t budge an inch. “Now Stephen is going to tell Wanda. Wanda is definitely going to go and get Steve. Steve is going to tell Bucky. You’ve ruined everything!”
Pietro raised his eyebrows as he looked at her red face. “Why would your friends knowing about your health problem ruin everything?”
Because Bucky is going to act like a big brother to me again. He’s going to annoy me by saying things like, you remind me of my younger years.
“I don’t want people to know my weaknesses, okay?”
“None of them would try to hurt you.”
Except Bucky.
“Can’t you just respect my choices for once?”
“Not if you’re making stupid choices, Violet.”
The girl started to open her mouth, but Pietro protested, "Don't. You just cried because you couldn't sleep. I don't want to hear that respect my decision nonsense. Now, if we're not going to have sex right here, let's start class as soon as possible. Wanda's expecting you for dinner."
The girl, who was used to Pietro's flirtations, didn't mind it. After Bucky's many rejections, it felt good to be liked by at least one person. Besides, Pietro and she had been best buddies for a considerable amount of time. Pietro was a walking flirting machine. He didn't just treat her like that, he was the same to everyone, so Violet didn't feel uncomfortable.
"One day when we're really drunk, we're going to have sex because of you, Pietro," the girl grumbled at the boy.
The boy grinned as he followed the girl out of the room. "I can't wait to bury my face in your breasts. When's the closest you'll get to being drunk, honey?"
They went from the bedroom to the living room.
Pietro could speak several languages, one of which was Russian. To be honest, the only reason Violet had learned Russian was because Bucky had once said that he only spoke Russian to Yelena. It was illogical, but she was jealous. She wanted to be able to speak Russian to Bucky. If only there was a chance. At first, she had tried to learn on her own, but when she realized she couldn’t do it, she had accepted Pietro’s offer to help, which she was grateful for, as he accepted a pie every now and then as payment.
She proudly grabbed the boy’s hand and led him into the kitchen to show him the pie she had made. “Here it is.”
“You’re a wizard!” Pietro said, staring at the pie with wide eyes and drool. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Except your face. And your breasts. And your round ass. And…”
Violet elbowed him in the stomach. “Are you getting horny for me or the pie?”
“Can’t it be both?”
She cut a slice of pie for the boy and put it on a plate and handed it to him. "Can't."
Pietro looked at her with narrowed eyes as he took the pie and switched to Russian. Violet whined, "We haven't sat down at the table yet!"
"Zatknis'! Bud' khoroshey devochkoy. I pozvol'te mne nauchit' vas."
*Shut up. Be a good girl and let me teach you.
"Ya tebya nenavizhu."
*I hate you.
"Deystvitel'no? Vy znayete, chto oni govoryat? Sex s nenavist'yu luchshe vsego. Khochesh' vernut'sya v svoyu spal'nyu?"
Really? Do you know what they say? Hate sex is the best. Do you want us to go back to your bedroom?
"Ni za chto!"
*Never!
Pietro chuckled. “Is it just me, or do you really turn into a sweet, obedient girl when we speak Russian?”
“Eat your stupid pie and start teaching me right away! Stop fooling around!” the girl warned.
The girl covered her ears as Pietro started making love to her pie. “Who moans like that when they eat pie?”
“I love making you uncomfortable,” the boy grinned, slowly licking his fork.
Violet was about to tease him when the doorbell rang. The girl left him in the kitchen and went to the door. “Don’t forget to cover my pie when you’re done foreplaying it. I want it to stay moist.”
Pietro parted his lips and looked after the girl as she left, "Doesn't she really realize how erotic this sounds?" he thought out loud. He took out his cell phone and took a photo of himself eating pie and shared it on his Instagram account with ten million followers with the caption "My baby loves to bake for her husband." He tagged Violet as well.
He looked at the remaining piece of pie on the plate in his hand while snickering to himself. He put the plate down on the counter and shrugged before taking the remaining pie from the plate and eating it all. "After all, she baked it for me."
After the sound of the door closing, he realized that Violet had seen the photo when he heard her scream. When the girl's footsteps approached, he had eaten everything.
"You!" Violet pointed her index finger at him. "You delete that post right now, you psychopath!"
"The fans love our love story. I have the most followed account on the Avengers. I use it for good advertising. Last month I raised millions of dollars for a kid with cancer. All the fans want in return is some details about our kinky bedroom, come on! Are you going to take that away from them?"
"You and I don't have a bedroom!" the girl shouted. "Are you going to drive me crazy? Please delete this before anyone sees it."
Pietro frowned as he looked at the likes on the photo. "Well Natasha saw it. So did Tony. So did Bruce. So did Yelena. Bucky liked it and wrote, 'I love how horny you two little monsters are all the time.'"
"I told you to delete it, didn't I?" the girl asked, her jaw trembling as she clenched her fist.
Pietro held his head with both hands as he fell to his knees in pain. "Are you using your power on me?" he asked in surprise. Was that fear in his eyes? No, maybe surprise. And a little disappointment. Disappointment? But why?
Violet had several special powers, but this one was the most important of them all: She could decide how anyone she wanted should feel at that moment. Anger, pain, lust, happiness, peace, concentration… Whatever she wanted.
When the girl realized what she had done, she unleashed her power. Pietro looked at her with hurt eyes. The girl knelt down next to him and hugged him. "I'm so sorry." "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She said before crying and begging him for help. "I don't know what's wrong with me." "Pie, I can't control myself."
The boy hugged the girl tightly in his arms, wiping her tears with one hand. After kissing her forehead, he cupped her face and looked into her eyes. "Ne volnuysya, detka. YA zdes' dlya tebya. YA budu zdes' dlya tebya vsegda." he said.
*Don't worry, baby. I'm here for you. I've always been there for you.
"Don't be afraid. I'll help you," he added.
Violet was relieved but also felt guilty. No one knew about her deep love for Bucky. And now the girl was crying in Pietro's arms because she was angry at Bucky for shipping her with Pietro. She felt bad. She wanted to be honest with her best friend but she couldn't find the strength to do it yet.