The lights of Stark Tower glittered against the night sky, a beacon of technology and power. But inside, the halls were quiet, most of the team either on missions or asleep. Y/n's room, however, was not as empty as it should have been.

A soft whoosh of air, a blur of silver, and suddenly, Pietro Maximoff was leaning against the wall beside Y/n's bed, arms crossed, a mischievous grin already in place.

He tilted his head, eyes scanning the room with exaggerated curiosity, as if he hadn't just broken in.