That Accent Is Definitely A Superpower

So, I totally intended to write something completely different when I got up yesterday morning. And then I saw the new Avengers clip where they SAY STUFF. And I heard THAT accent.

My knees melted. And so, I think, would Darcy's.

So here. Have a bit of Darcy/Pietro porn. And there's also Clint/Wanda happening, because I'm getting definite Clint/Wanda feels from the trailers.

"You bringing in strays again, Clint?" Darcy folded her arms and stared at the archer as he collapsed on the couch. A puff of grey dust wafted up around him – while this room didn't have holes in the walls, the whole Tower was still a mess. She raised her brows as the dark-haired girl who'd followed him in curled up beside him, uncaring of the dust, and Clint wrapped an arm around her. "What – you got a girlfriend? Go Hawkeye!"

"This is Wanda," Clint said wearily. "That's Pietro. Her twin brother. Guys, this is Darcy."

"Huh," Darcy looked from the dark-haired, dark-eyed, delicately built girl snuggling up to Clint, to the tall, nicely muscled, white-haired, blue-eyed guy still standing uncertainly by the door. "Well, go figure. You two don't look anything alike."

"A lot of people say that," Pietro said, and Darcy's knees gave out.

She'd always thought that was just a figure of speech. That just the sound of a sexy voice couldn't literally make one's knees do that.

But. His. Voice. It was low and husky, accented with something – Russian? Czech? Whatever, it was the sexiest voice she'd ever heard.

"Darce?" she heard Clint's startled voice as she sagged towards the floor, and then suddenly a pair of strong arms were wrapping around her. She looked up into blue eyes, his handsome, angular face frowning down at her with concern.

"How did you get over here that fast?"

"It's kind of my thing," Pietro responded, and, yup. No better the second time. Darcy's knees still didn't work.

"Oh. I thought it might be your voice," she said a bit faintly.

"My voice?" he looked blank.

Curled in the safety of Clint's arms, Wanda began to giggle wearily. "I think she likes your accent, Pietro."

Wanda had the same accent. Of course. From her it sounded sultry and seductive, like a Bond villainess or something, and had Clint leaning in to kiss her thoroughly.

"That accent's definitely a superpower," Darcy stared up at Pietro, who started to grin.

"You think so?" his eyes raked down her appreciatively. Darcy wished she was wearing something a little nicer than cutoff denim shorts and a scruffy old tank top, but there was a lot of cleaning to do in the Tower, and Pepper didn't trust anyone who wasn't on or attached to the team on these floors. Darcy had been busy dusting everything in here off, preparing to get the vacuum out, when Clint and his two sexy Eastern European strays wandered in.

Mind you, Pietro didn't look as though he was complaining. Not considering the way his sweeping gaze had stalled at her cleavage.

"And what's your superpower, meiča?"Pietro murmured, looking down at the pretty young woman in his arms. Her hands had settled on his biceps where she – was she feeling him up? He arched his eyebrows.

"I once Tasered Thor," Darcy said, testing Pietro's arms. Mmm. Muscly. He raised his eyebrows at her and she realised that he knew what she was up to. She smiled unrepentantly and was encouraged when he smiled back.

And then he said, "Will you stop that?"

"Oh," she dropped her hands sheepishly. "Sorry…"

"Not you. You can do that all you like." His grin was decidedly wolfish before he looked back over the top of her head again. "Hawkeye, please. I've asked you not to do revolting things like that to my sister where I can see. Get a room."

"My apartment's wrecked," Clint grumbled, easing his hands reluctantly out from under Wanda's blouse. She let out a grumpy sound too and glared at her brother.

"Clint, why didn't you just ask JARVIS? There's a guest apartment prepared for you on Level 58, your place should be fully fixed up in a couple of days…"

Clint dragged himself wearily to his feet, held out a hand to Wanda. "Thanks, Darce. Laters."

Wanda accepted the outstretched hand and smiled at her brother. "Ir jautri, Pietro," she said in a laughing tone before following Clint out of the room.

"Gulēt labi,"Pietro responded with a chuckle.

"I'll let her sleep. Eventually," Clint called back before the elevator doors pinged shut behind them.

"He's an asshole," Pietro sighed and looked back down at Darcy, "but my sister's fallen head over heels for him. What can I do?"

"He's not so bad," Darcy disagreed, "and his arms are a work of art."

"I can't say I'd noticed," he murmured, his eyes drawn back down to her cleavage again as she shifted against him. "Are you going to collapse again if I let you go?"

"Only if you keep talking," Darcy said honestly, "your accent is panty-melting."

"Is it really?" his voice dropped a little lower. "Any panties in particular?"

She licked her lips and his blue eyes fastened on them. Darcy had to take a deep breath. "Look, stud, while you're gorgeous and that accent is causing me to have absolutely disgraceful thoughts…"

"I can almost hear the 'but' coming," he muttered sadly.

"We just met. And you must be tired, everyone else is wrecked after the fight…"

Pietro shook his head. "No. My powers mean I don't get tired easily."

"You… don't?" She'd thought he couldn't get any more pants-wettingly sexy. "This – this could get awkward afterwards, though…"

"Only if the sex is bad. Which it won't be." His eyes hooded slightly.

"Nnnn," Darcy said eloquently, and he smiled and kissed her. "My. Apartment. Floor. 66," she managed to get out a couple of minutes later, in between searing kisses.

"Not 69?" his grin was absolutely filthy as he scooped her up (go, muscles!) and carried her towards the elevator.

"Stark thought 66 was more my speed, actually, but I like the way you think," Darcy leaned her head against his shoulder.

The elevator doors slid open to reveal a weary-looking Steve. Whose eyebrows shot up as Pietro carried Darcy into the elevator.

"Are you feeling all right, Darcy?" Steve asked with concern.

"Yes. Fine. All good here." She hid her face against Pietro's shoulder, wriggled a little hopefully that he might take the hint and put her down. He only tightened his grip around her and smirked at Steve.

"We are perfectly fine here, thank you, Captain."

"You and Darcy have met before…?" Steve looked bemused.

"No, we just met. But now we're going to go and have extremely good sex."

The doors pinged open on Darcy's floor, and her last sight of Steve was of the poor man's mouth hanging open as he did an excellent impression of a carp.

"You're a troll," she discovered, "you enjoyed shocking him."

"Did you see his face?" Pietro snickered, and Darcy couldn't help giggling along with him. She pointed at her door and he carried her over; JARVIS considerately opened it before they got there.

"Cheers, J," Darcy said.

Pietro looked warily up. "You're talking to the AI?"

"Yes, but don't worry this one's going to go all Skynet on us like Ultron," Darcy reassured.

"Hm," he sounded deeply unconfident about that, so she distracted him by winding her arms around his neck and kissing him. "Mm," the sound changed to hunger, and he eased her down to set her on her feet, pressing her up against the wall.

Darcy couldn't quite help a quiet little mew in her throat as Pietro kissed her very thoroughly indeed, his tongue licking delicately into her mouth, large capable hands settling on her hips as he ground lightly against her. He was about six foot, taller than her by a good eight inches, and she was soon getting a crick in her neck.

"Bed," Darcy gasped, "Pietro…" her hands had settled on his shoulders, kneading and stroking the solid muscle through the stretchy blue-grey top he was wearing.

"Yes, meiča," he muttered against her throat, "where is that, exactly?"

She'd lost the will to do anything but slide her hands up under his shirt, and he grinned and leaned back, crossing his arms at his waist and then dragging the skin-tight material up and off over his head.

"Oh, hello," Darcy murmured admiringly, tracing her fingertips lightly across his beautifully defined six-pack.

"Hello, yourself." He had large, capable hands: one of them cupped her cheek now, tilted her face up. "Now, where's that bed?"

Darcy's knees sagged again and he chuckled darkly and caught her with his free arm around her waist. "My accent really does do good things for you, doesn't it?"

"Where are you from? I must never ever go there because my brain would stop functioning entirely."

His smile was a little sad. "Latvia, originally. There is no home for me there now, though. Nobody left to go back to."

"Sounds like a typical superhero," Darcy said with a wry smile, "lost everyone you ever cared about?"

"Except my sister. And I've lost her too now in a way, because I think she and Barton are serious."

The conversation was taking a turn for the serious, so Darcy ran her fingers lower down his stomach, grabbed hold of his belt buckle and tugged, taking a step backwards. The dirty grin returned to Pietro's face and he followed immediately, never lowering his arm from around her.

Darcy backed all the way to her bedroom, looking up into Pietro's blue eyes the whole way. He broke eye contact for a moment as they entered the room, sweeping his gaze around in a quick comprehensive glance she recognised as a threat assessment.

But there was nothing threatening in her bedroom, nothing weirder than her collection of Avengers Funko figures on a shelf. His gaze snagged on them for a moment.

"They'll probably make one of you," Darcy noted.

"Yes? Will you keep it in your bedroom, watch over you while you sleep? I think I'd rather you kept me in your bedroom," he returned, backing her towards the bed. His hand started easing up the hem of her tank top, and Darcy smiled as the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress.

"Are you offering to be my sex slave?"

"Sounds like a good gig," but his eyes were fixed on her breasts as he pulled her tank top up and Darcy lifted her arms to let him pull it off over her head. She was wearing a plain white cotton bra (because cleaning!) but Pietro didn't seem to care, his eyes darkening as he looked at the way it barely contained her breasts.

"Damn," he breathed. "I really wasn't expecting this today. Obviously it really is my lucky day."

Darcy smiled, pleased by the compliment and the look in his eyes. Crooking an arm behind her back, she unclipped her bra and watched his lips part as her breasts tumbled free. He mumbled a whole string of guttural words she didn't understand – Latvian, she presumed – before pushing up against her, pressing her down on the bed and bringing himself down atop her, reaching to caress her breasts with those large, strong hands she was beginning to quite desperately feel the need to have all over her.

"You're beautiful," Pietro murmured thickly, thumbs flicking lightly over her nipples, teasing until they were proud and stiff. "Very, very beautiful." Looking up to her eyes, he gave her that asshole-grin she was becoming to really rather like. "Fabulous rack, too."

Darcy started to laugh. Ran her hands into Pietro's thick hair. "You're going to be trouble, blondie, I can just tell."

"The good kind of trouble," he leaned down to her breasts, flicked his tongue over her nipple quickly. Really quickly. And then did it again, about twenty times in three seconds.

"What the oh fuck, that feels really good," Darcy panted. Pietro smirked – and vibrated his finger over her other nipple.

"A useful side effect of my gift," he murmured. "Want to see what else I can vibrate?"

I am in so. much. trouble.

"This," Darcy panted as he removed her shorts and panties, traced his fingers lightly between her thighs and grinned at the wetness he found there, "was why you were so convinced that the sex was going to be good."

"Mm." He applied a blunt fingertip to her clit, started chafing rapidly. "Just need to figure out what speed works for you."

"That'll do just fine oh God!" Darcy suspected her shriek shook the window. Pietro was laughing quietly, and then he eased down the bed, slid two fingers deep inside her and started pumping rapidly, his tongue vibrating over her clit.

She was helpless to do anything but come again, and again. He watched her reactions, speeding up or slowing down the movements of his fingers or tongue depending on the noises she was making. After the third orgasm, he sat up and eased off his boots and pants.

"You got protection, Darcy?" Pietro asked quietly.

"Uhn," she raised a languid hand, a few strands of blond hair still caught in her fingers – she might have pulled a bit hard there, but really, if he was going to do that – and waved it languidly at the bedside table. Heard him scrabble in the drawer, and then the rip of foil. A soft hiss of breath as he rolled the condom on, and she opened her eyes to look.

His cock was as handsome as the rest of him, long and solid. Darcy licked her lips.

"Next time," Pietro murmured, and she realised he was watching her, blue eyes hot on her face. "Next time, I'd love to have you put that pretty mouth on me. But right now I'm absolutely desperate to fuck you."

"Sounds good," she agreed, still a little dazed. But not so much that she didn't stare, wide-eyed, as he positioned himself between her legs, pressing the thick head of his cock slowly into her.

There is a gorgeous. Extremely cut. Super-hero. Desperate. To fuck. ME.

My life is complete.

He leaned in and kissed her, his stubble rasping her chin, and Darcy absolutely didn't care that his mouth tasted of her. Not considering how good his cock felt as he slid steadily deeper. Strong hands on her hips adjusted her as he searched for just the right spot, and then her mouth fell open, her neck arching back as he found it.

"Oh fuuuuuck yessss," Darcy panted, and Pietro let out a husky laugh.

"That the spot, meiča?"

"Nnnn!" she let out a whine as he began to move, carefully at first, and then faster, faster, his hands bracing her as he vibrated in and out of her.

It felt inconceivably good. Darcy could never have imagined anything like it, and when he slipped a hand in between them and vibrated a fingertip over her clit again she lost it totally, squealing and sobbing like a madwoman as the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt blew her away. She wasn't even aware of Pietro's low groan as he stiffened and surged inside her one last time.

Darcy came slowly back to awareness cuddled in Pietro's arms, him spooned up behind her.

"You all right, meiča?" he murmured gently as she sighed and moved, placing one hand over his where it rested on her stomach.

"No. You broke me," she teased, "that was completely and utterly cheating, using a superpower during sex."

She felt him grin against her hair. "Just making sure you'll be interested in giving me a second go-around."

"It is going to be awkward," Darcy murmured.

"What is?" she felt him stiffen behind her, and then he said reluctantly, "Do you want me to go?"

"Hell no!" she turned over to look at him, saw to her horror uncertainty on his face. "After that? Come on, no way am I letting you go easy! I just think it's going to get awkward because I'm going to get addicted to you so fast, and you're gonna realise I'm just ordinary, I'm completely out of my depth here…"

He shut her up with a kiss, slow and searing. "Do you know, Wanda was jealous about you because Clint kept talking about you? Steve talked about you too, so did Bruce. The word they all used was home. Darcy makes the Tower home. She always makes our favourite cookies and brownies, she remembers everyone's birthday and organises the things we like, she sources the bizarre herbal tea that Bruce likes and finds foods that Steve didn't think were even made any more…"

Darcy's blue eyes were wide as she stared at Pietro, her lips parted in an O of shock. "They – said that?"

"They did. I was very much looking forward to meeting you." He hesitated, his arms tightening around her for a moment. "It's been so long since I had a home," he said in a low voice. "Wanda has Clint now, and I was – I was hoping that you'd adopt me like you have the other Avengers, make this a home for me too – and then I saw you and I couldn't understand why the hell none of them mentioned how utterly fucking gorgeous you are."

It was far, far too early to fall in love with him. But Darcy could already feel herself teetering on the precipice. She reached up, threaded both hands into his thick silvery hair, and pulled him closer for a thorough kiss.

"So," she said when she let him up for air, "What is your favourite flavour of cookies, then?"

The look in his eyes broke her heart. "I don't know. Nobody ever made any for us."

Darcy had to take a deep breath. Not going to cry. NOT going to cry. "Then we shall have to find out. And your birthday? Please tell me you know when your birthday is, or I really will cry…"

His smile was twisted. "I'm afraid Wanda and I were abandoned with the Romani tribe who raised us, when we were only babies. Whoever our parents were didn't bother to leave that information."

"Oh Pietro," she whispered, and the tears for him and Wanda really did spill.

"Don't cry," he muttered, leaning in to kiss away the tears.

"We're going to make you a birthday," Darcy said fiercely, wiping at her face. "We'll choose a holiday you like. Latvian Independence Day, or International Talk Like A Pirate Day, or something cool like that. And I'm going to throw the two of you the biggest and best damned birthday party ever."

"I like the sound of that," he murmured, a slow grin building. "And then I'm going to thank you. Properly."

"I've got some ideas for how you could do that," she smiled up at him.

"Yeah? Why don't you tell me about them?" One big hand curved over her bottom, pulled her against him, and she felt that he was already hardening again.

Go, superhero stamina! Darcy thought, but aloud she said; "Just keep talking, Pietro."

"See, you really are my perfect woman. You're the only one I've ever met who doesn't tell me to shut up when I start yapping away."

"Quite the opposite," Darcy grinned. "You can talk as much as you like. I promise I'll never complain. I can't promise I'll always listen to the actual words, though, sometimes I'll just be glazing over because your accent makes my knees go weak."

"Literally."

Note: the foreign words I've used here are Latvian. His accent sounded kind of Latvian, to me. Arbitrary but what the fuck.

meiča – babe (colloquial, as in pretty girl)

Ir jautri – Have fun

Gulēt labi – sleep well

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