"im the violence in the pouring
rain, im a hurricane"
ON HOLD (also major editing)
pietro maximoff x oc
age of ultron-civil war-tbd
started: 2/10/2021
finished: tbd
highest ranking: #11 Pietro Maximoff
ON HOLD
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"THIS IS FAMILIAR N O ?
WHATEVER S P E E D Y !"
IF YOU HAD Asked Hadley three days ago what her plans for the week were she can guarantee you it wasn't this. Fighting her friends on an evacuated airstrip.
Once Scott had successfully acquired Steve's shield it seemed all hell was breaking loose. T'Challa and Steve were fighting, Scott and Natasha were going head to head, and Spider-Man had gone after Sam and Bucky.
The girl decided it would probably be best if she found Clint and Wanda but as she ran in their direction she's knocked down quickly, by a blur. She groans out as he slows to walk up to her. "Sorry, printsessa."
She waves a hand up as she stands, her body already aching, "All good, should've seen it coming honestly." They stand, staring each other down silently. Neither of them wanted to fight each other, but they had to.
She makes the first move, throwing a stream of waves towards him in an attempt to throw him off balance. But he rolls out of the way running to stand behind her pushing her softly.
She turns quickly, her hands up ready to punch him. His eyebrows raise at the girl, not expecting her to actually punch him. Instead she opts to shoot herself up into the air, doing a flip over him and landing behind him.
She takes the small opportunity to kick the back of his knees making him fall to the ground. However, he recovers much quicker than he did the first time they fought. Turning to her as he falls he grabs her extended arm and flips her over causing her to land harshly with a thud just behind him.
She lets out a grunt at the impact and he jumps quickly to sit on top of her, a leg on each side of the girl. "This is familiar, no?" He smirks at her frustrated face, she isn't used to losing. "Whatever speedy."
With another grunt she reaches up and hooks her hands around his neck, to roll him over her head and onto his back. She switches positions landing on top of him this time, but she has a knife to his throat. "You are going to kill me, dorogoy?"
Their eyes meet as her grip loosens on the knife at his words, of course not. She has many things she wants to tell him but none of them come out as she simply smiles at the boy beneath her. "So you won't kill me, how hard will you hit me?"
She chuckles now as she eyes him, a smile forming on his own lips as he hears her laugh, "Depends, how soft do I need to hit you so you don't hate me?"
