A Hydra Tale // P. Maximoff

The woods

(3rd person)

Pietro ran through the woods effortlessly, and aimlessly. He wanted to find her, needed to. After what Lincoln told him he went straight outside. Ran past the avengers even after they asked him where he was going. He needed her.

As he ran, he heard the mindless chirping of the birds as the sun streaked through the trees landing on the woodland floor, highlighting his platinum hair. With his powers he also got other things- he could hear the slightest branch snap, over a mile away. He knew these woods and he prayed that she did too.

As he was about to give up, he heard a branch snap and a short groan of pain- at least he hoped it was that and not two teenagers going at it. He sped in the direction of where he heard the groan and to his relief he found her. She was lying on her back groaning in pain, screaming as she touched her hands. Worriedly, he rushed to her side, hands trembling at the site before him.

"P-pi-pietro, y-you-" she struggled to speak as she screamed from the pain. "GO!" Arya cried to him. She didn't want to hurt him.

"Hey, it's ok trust me," he spoke calmly even though he wanted to scream in anger. He leaned over to take her hand before she squirmed away from him crying and shaking her head rapidly.
"I am not leaving you!"

"You- you know," she choked

"I know," he replied as she edged towards him, collapsing over his lap.
"I've got you, i'm never leaving you again..." he promised stroking her mattered hair.

"I-it hurts!" She cried at him.

"The gloves..." he whispered lightly.

"N-no! I-i will hurt you, i can't"

"You can never hurt me," he promised slowly reaching towards the top of her gloves, as she buried her head in his torso. As he peeled the gloves from her clammy and sweaty skin, he gasped at her veins which had turned black and looked as if they were sucking the life out of her. As the glove slipped towards her fingers, all he could see was black. Her finger tips had turned black looking as if they were rocks with the veins popping through up her arm.

Arya let out another scream as Pietro removed the other glove seeing the same black veins he did before. A bone snapped in her forearm, another in her shoulder, and the rest of her bones. Aryas eyes glowed a golden yellow, with a light brown shadowing the iris.

"G-go," she spoke quietly, and reluctantly he stood up. He was praying- even though he isn't religious- that she would be ok. From the distance he heard another scream, before silence. Worriedly he rushed back towards the spot she was laid, but instead of a girl, he saw a monster. A wolf.

The wolf looked into his sky blue eyes hypnotising him with it's yellow orbs of sunlight.

"Arya?" He questioned leaning down towards it. In return the wolf growled and leapt in the other direction.
"What the fuck is going on."

Pietro rushed back to the tower hoping to find Arya sitting down on her bed, in her room. Hoping that he could just forget the fact that this wolf could actually be her.

As he ran, he imagined her smile, one he'd only remembered seeing a few times, but knew he had seen it a-lot more. No matter if he could remember their time together or not, he remembered the feeling of love he had felt for herself. But could he feel the same again?

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A/N:
Sigh, IT HAS BEEN FAR TOO LONG! Im sorry about the wait but hope you enjoy this very ridiculously short chapter!

(Give me ideas please)