You spent a lot of time in your room. Most of the Avengers could barely remember your face, and only Wanda knew your voice. Your real voice, that it. They all heard you screaming his name. Wanda's memories of your voice were fading though. So was your voice. Why? You refused to speak. The reason behind that was simple: the last words you said were a broken promise. "You're going to live, Pietro. I promise."
But... he didn't. He died, and so did every inkling you had to speak. Since your last words were a lie, you figured you didn't deserve to speak. Pietro died a year ago now.
You stared down at the picture in your hands, smiling as you remembered the day it was taken.
Most days like this, you played outside. Today though, you were at home, making soup. "I'm sorry, Мой один единственный (My One and Only). I didn't want to get Wanda sick," you hear. Carefully, you put some soup in a bowl, then pick it up and start walking to your couch. A teasing smile graces your lips. "But you'll get me sick? You are a terrible boyfriend, my love." He starts to speak again, so you cut him off. "Please don't talk, Pietro. You sound half-dead. Here, eat some soup," you say to him softly.
"Only if you tell a story," Pietro whispers, moving so you can sit down with his torso on your lap and his head on the armrest. You hand him the bowl once both of you are comfortable and brush your fingers through his silver hair, smiling at the softness. "What story would you like?" You ask him. "The day we met." With a nod, you kiss his hairline, then begin.
"It started on a day like today, when I was playing in the rain. Until I saw a flash of Silver hair. I'll never forget the look on your face when we saw each other the first time. It was like you saw-"
Pietro cups your S/C cheek in his hand, smiling. "The face of an angel."
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More Than A Hero
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