You feel the breath rush painfully out of your lungs as you're thrown down onto the training mat again, your back colliding with it with a powerful force.
"Looks like I win again." Pietro smirks condescendingly from above you, folding his arms as he rolls his eyes in impatience. You feel the familiar anger build up in your stomach and your face flushes
"You only win because you cheat Maximoff." You yell, standing up to push at his chest, blind rage guiding your movements.
"Cheating? Cheating how exactly?"
"You know you shouldn't be using your fucking powers, Pietro, that's the whole point of us training!" You can feel your heart starting to pound as the frustration built but Pietro seemed to only look smug.
"I think you just can't take losing." He laughs and your head twitches in anger.
"Just leave me alone, Maximoff." You growl as you push past him, angrily striding toward the shower room to get cleaned up. Swearing under your breath as you try to calm the frustration that was boiling in your veins you curse Steve's idea to put you and the Maximoff together as training partners.
You had joined the Avengers around similar times as the Maximoff twins and you and Pietro were both assigned to practice your hand to hand combat skills rather than work on your powers so it made sense that you would be lumped together for most of your extra training sessions but you weren't happy about it.
You and Wanda actually got along alright; it was just her bell end of a brother that pissed you off to no end. His endless snarky comments and need to show off at any opportunity, usually at the cost of you or another team member, literally made you want to grab him and slap the enraging smirk off his face.
Sighing, trying to clear your mind of all the negative thoughts, you try to head into the changing rooms but before you can a hand wraps around your arm and pulls you back out.
"We weren't finished with the training session." PIetro says haughtily. He drags you back onto the training mats before letting you go.
"Whatever Pietro," You mutter, crossing your arms, "I said I was done so we're done." Your point made, you turn back to the changing rooms but he zips in front of you, blocking your path.
"Well I am not done." He says, getting into a fighting position in front of you. He ticks his head to the side and almost smirks, goading you into giving him what he wants and you feel your blood boil in response.
"Fine, if that's what you want." You hiss and crouch down. You throw yourself at him full bodily, not holding anything back as your fingers tingle with adrenaline. He side steps, raising his eyebrows as you fall beside him which just make you angrier. You're emotions were making you a sloppy fighter and you knew this but you couldn't help attacking him again.
He raises his eyebrows, waiting and you swiftly swipe your leg behind his knees, knock his feet out from under him so he goes tumbling to the floor with a grunt. You roll from your position so your knee is pressing on his chest and attempt to swing your fist at him but he's too fast.
He grabs your hand and flips it so its bending backwards, pain radiating from the joint making you gasp. He uses a hand on your thigh to push your leg out and off of him and tries to twist so that you were underneath him but you swing your other fist into his side, his eyes widening as your fist thuds heavily into him.
However the momentum he built was still enough to flip the two of you, so he rolls on top of you and pins you with his weight. Growling you attempt to knee him but he blocks you with his thigh and chuckles breathlessly.
"See," he smirks, his face looming over your own in your position, "even fighting fair I can beat you."
You both breathing heavily, panting in anger and fatigue and you glower at each other. His face is close to yours where he's above you, his bright blue eyes staring into yours, not even blinking. Your breath stutters as he moves his face slightly closer to yours, his eyes flicking toward your lips in a way that makes your body heat up in a completely different way to before.
"What're you doing...?" You ask, nervousness colouring your tone at his unexpected actions.
"What does it look like?" He whispers, his head inching ever closer to yours. Closer and closer still until there's only a small distance between you and you can hear your blood rushing in your eyes.
His bottom lip just grazes yours and then, before you have time to question your own thoughts and feelings, you swiftly tip your head forward to crack into his heavily. He yelps and rolls off you, holding a hand to his skull.
"I said leave me alone." You seethe and turn tail and run into the changing rooms, ending your training session entirely.
He calls out for you to stay, a pleading tone in his voice you hadn't heard before but you don't stop until you're safely out of that room.
