A Hydra Tale // P. Maximoff

Remember me?

(Arya pov)
As we reached the room that held KLT, panic started to rise through me. What am i thinking!? So much could go wrong for what? Shit this was a bad idea!

"Maybe i shouldn't go in there,"

"Why?" Pietro pondered looking down into my eyes.
Should i tell him?
No.

I grasped the khopesh sword that hung on the holster and marched towards the door. Kicking it open i swiped the dagger that rested on my thigh and flung it across the air.

"Welcome," he sniggered towards me twiddling the dagger i had once thrown towards him. "Remember me?"

"You are the reason I have blood on my hands. The reason I no longer hesitate to pull a trigger. The reason why, even now 5 years later, I can't sleep at night. Damn right I remember you!" I seethed.

"Aww come on, you haven't missed your own father?"

(Avengers thoughts)

Tony: wha- why- huh?

Steve: w.t.f?

Natasha: He's kinda cute not gonna lie. WAIT FATHER?!

Pietro: Is that why she was awake at 3 am? I thought this bitch was dead!?"

Bucky: Oh so thats why shes so secretive...

Lincoln: Here we go again...

(Back to Arya)

"I'm sorry mi amor?" He apologised sincerely but also wickedly.

"Don't call me that!!" I yelled "I am not that little girl you left to die anymore!" Tears brimmed in my eyes as i furiously wiped them.

"I see your still wearing the gloves.." he commented quietly ignoring the subject.
"You know what that will do..."

"I am so sick of people telling me what these gloves will do like i dont already know!!" I screamed glancing at the avengers, well one avenger...

"Your going to kill yourself..."

"Yeh well i'd rather die than be under your control again," i seethed quietly hot tears streaming down my face.
"I hate you"

"You dont mean that-" he tried to reach for my hand before i yanked it away.
"For your safety, i kept you hidden and it cost me a lot, you and your mother... it was for love.."

"How can you talk about love when your so full of hate?" i questioned staring up at him.

"Nothing ever please's you does it?" He pondered glancing down at me.

"Nothing you could ever do..."

"Im sorry,and your mother-"

"She thought i was a monster!" I yelled before i hushed my tone, "she was right of course but it still hurts.. as will this,"

With that the dagger that i once threw lodged into his neck, poison streaks flowed out of the handle turning his veins blue as he began to choke on his own blood. He fell to the floor holding his neck as i bent down to be eye level with him. The sound of gurgling and gagging filled the room as small trickles of blood fell down his neck landing on the floor.

"You don't deserve to apologise, you knew what you were doing. You knew the consequences, yet you still continued. You deserve this and so much more!" I seethed before standing up, watching as the life drained from his eyes, his breath hitching and blood draining.
"Bye dad,"

"ARYA!" Lincoln yelled.

"What?" I questioned unsure of what was happening, i followed his gaze to the top of my gloves where to could see small line marks making their way up.
"Shit,"

"Its time to take them off," he carefully stated slowly walking towards me, "trust me"

"It's not you I don't trust..." I slowly and carefully spoke, my tone remaining light.

"Come on, 5 years of friendship and you still don't think I can handle it?" He questioned with a smile.

"No, I don't," I truthfully spoke seeing the light dim in his eyes. I saw the lines crawl up my arms as i ran, i dropped my swords, daggers and pistols. I reached the end of the hallway and crashed through the window shattering it everywhere while the avengers ran behind me. But it was too late, i was gone.

Avengers pov:

"Where did she go?!" Clint yelled towards Lincoln.

"She told me them gloves were a fashion statement and the amount of times they were mentioned i feel betrayed!" Tony ranted while pouring himself a drink.

"She's fine," he assured everyone before turning around to face the window and whispering. "At least I hope she is,"

"Lincoln," Pietro mentioned as Lincoln turned towards him. "Can I speak with you?"

"Sure" he answered uneasily following him into another room.

"Be honest with me,"Pietro started. "Is she ok?"

"I- I don't know ok!" Lincoln whispered. "Arya has not been honest with you, and it's YOU who needs to find her!"

"Why me?!" Pietro questioned uncertain.

"Because-" He paused trying to find the words. "Because the guy, the guy she fell in love with was- IS you!"

"Wha- but, oh my god" he gripped the side of the table next to him as he absorbed the information.
"So that means, me and her we.."

"Fucked?"

"I was gonna say dated but that works too..." Pietro responded chuckling lightly.
"Where will she be?"

"Somewhere in the woods, I'll be back at shield the time she gets here, sorry I couldn't help more." Lincoln spoke sincerely.

"No, Trust me you've helped enough," Pietro reassured.
"Thankyou,"

"Pleasures all mine," He smiled and walked towards the door.
"A piece of advice, go out before it gets dark.."

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A/N-
Sooooooo
I've been gone for.. a while.
I just had major writers block and I couldn't think of anything to write. Im not gonna say when the next chapter will be out because it would probably be a lie.

I changed the name to Arya