Til Death Do Us Part

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Pietro sits by himself on the Quinjet, watching the ruckus about him. His foot taps impatiently while he waits for the plane to arrive back on the safety of land once more. Across the room, Wanda is conversing with Hawkeye in hushed tones. Steve Rogers and Tony Stark are bickering over something for the third time since the plane took off, Natasha Romanoff is emotionlessly prepping her weapons, and Thor is inspecting his hammer for damage.

There are multitudes of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents popping in and out of the room, sometimes checking readouts on the central cockpit and other times asking quick questions of the Avengers. There's one woman who catches Pietro's eye, who is currently flitting about Bruce Banner.

As Pietro watches, she hovers her hands slowly over his injuries. After Banner lost control over the Hulk and was subsequently brought back by Tony Stark, he was covered with scrapes and bruises from the fight. The woman who Pietro had noticed earlier is holding her hands a few inches away from Banner's skin, and faint white light is spreading from her outstretched fingers to the cuts.

Interestingly enough, the second the pearlescent light touches Banner, his wounds close up and fade away, leaving behind perfectly undamaged skin. Fascinating. The woman must have noticed Pietro's gaze, as she heads over to him once Banner is deemed healthy once more.

She extends her hand to him. "I'm Y/N. Y/N L/N." Pietro takes it, allowing a small smile to grace his lips. "Pietro Maximoff. That's a nice trick you did with Banner's injuries." Y/N laughs lightly. "You're not the only one with inhuman abilities. Healing people is my specialty." Y/N gives him a once-over, checking for wounds that need her attention. She finds a series of gashes across his arms, and they continue their conversation as she begins to heal them.

"Unlike you, I was born with my powers. They didn't show up until I was around twelve or so, and they were slow to appear. I was able to keep them hidden until I healed someone in public, not knowing any better. Next thing I know, Tony Stark's knocking on my door and asking if I want to help out with the Avengers."

Pietro makes a small scoffing noise in the back of his throat at the mention of Stark. Even though he's now fighting on the Avengers' side against Ultron, he still feels resentment towards the billionaire after his weapons were used against the Maximoff family. Y/N evidently notices this, as she fixes him with an understanding gaze.

"I know how you feel about Tony, but he's not all that bad. He was one of the first people to help me control my abilities for the better, instead of having to hide them. This job with the Avengers is one of the best things that's happened to me. He regrets everything that happened with his weapons, and he's almost killing himself trying to make up for all of the blood that was shed. It won't make up for what happened, but I hope you know he's doing everything he can to make up for the wrongs he's done in the past."

Pietro nods slowly. "I know. It's just hard to look at him without thinking of what happened." He changes the topic. "What exactly is your role with the Avengers? I didn't see you out in the city with them at first, and I don't think you're a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent." Y/N studies the now healed gashes on his arm, then sits down next to him, taking advantage of a rare moment to rest.

"I'm kind of in between the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't fight with them because my powers can't really help in battle, but in the tough fights I come out onto the battleground to heal the worst of the injuries on the go. It just depends on what they need." Pietro clicks his tongue, thinking. "Does it drain you, healing all of these injuries all of the time?"

Y/N nods exhaustedly. "You have no idea. It's easier than you'd think because so many of them have pretty strong healing processes by themselves, but the more severe the injury, the harder it is on me. One time, after the Chitauri came to New York, I healed Tony after he almost died. I was unconscious for two or three days."

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