Imagine~
Pietro having a habit of kissing the top of your head whenever you’re nervous.
Pietro softly cradled your head with his hand, his fingers running through your hair in order to calm you down.
“Shh, it’s okay…”
He whispered in his honeyed Sokovian accent, whispering sweet nothing’s into your ear as his lips kissed the crown of your head gently.
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