A Hydra Tale // P. Maximoff

Hydra bad?

(Literally a hoodie and leggings, 3rd person)

"So lemme get this straight," a quizzical Pietro spoke after being told the events of today.
"She knew a guy from hydra who you so happened to capture, she then interrogated him to which he said some shitty things, then she stabbed him?"

"Pretty much" wanda sighed rubbing her face.

"So whats the big deal?" He questioned earning weird glances.
"I mean if he was hydra isn't it a good thing?"

"Thats not the point, the point is that she killed him!" Steve sternly spoke.

"But hydras bad?"

"Yes"

"And shields good"

"Yes"

"So whats the big deal!! If he had the chance he would probably kill her!" He defended.

"Why are you defending her?"
Wanda questioned standing up and walking towards Pietro.

"It just doesn't seem like she deserves to be blamed, i mean everyone here had killed at least one hydra agent!"

"Your mind," wanda spoke her eyes gleaming red.

"What?" He questioned furrowing his eyebrows.

"Ever since she has come here your mind has been shut off and i know you know something that we dont so what is it!" She practically screamed.

"I dont know!" He yelled back

"Yes you do or you wouldn't be defending her!!!"

"He's telling the truth," Lincoln defended walking round the corner, "and i guess technically you are too."

"H-how?" Bruce shyly asked.

"Well he knows something but he don't know he knows," lincoln answered furrowing his brows at his own definition. "Basically you have nothing to worry about, but Grace does."

"She knows where Hydra bases are!" Natasha annoyedly snapped. "Shes a threat to shield!"

"You remember them buildings that were burned down a while ago around the globe?" When everyone nodded he took in a long shaky breath. "They were Hydra bases, Arya wont tell anyone where they are but she goes around destroying them, the equipment and the people inside."

"Told ya," pietro remarked settling on a chair.

"So shes not a threat?" Tony asked.

"Oh no she is definitely a threat, just to other people."

"What about the gloves?" Bucky questioned. "I've seen them before, in Hydra, but they said they were for something that would destroy the world."

"I-" he awkwardly rubbed his temples looking at the avengers. "Just ignore them, you'll find out when you need to."

"Shes in her room," sam responded clearly sick of everything.
"Pietro will show you,"

"I will?" He asked earning a glare from sam. "Ok i guess i will," he sighed in defeat.

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(Aryas pov)

I sat next to the window watching as the rain trickled down the glass. The clouds were a soft grey, the kind that makes you feel relaxed and sad at the same time. I started thinking to what he said to me.

"Your meds are failing you"

"Your hopeless"

"How is Hydra still active"
If only he knew...