You are the oldest Maximoff who escapes Sokovia with your elemental magic. You hold a grudge against Tony Stark, but call him in to get your triplet brother and sister out of Sokovia, as they have the powers of speed and chaos magic. Your powers are...
"Why the hell are you doing here, you slimy robot?" "Oh my, I'm hurt." I clicked a small button on my belt alerting everyone where we were. My new all-black outfit was very handy.
The conversation soon fell to Tony. "Tony Stark is a-a sickness!" The robot slightly stuttered. "Aw, come on, junior. You're breaking your old man's heart." Tony quipped. "You know, I can't actually throw up, but I really want to," Ultron said, and he snapped his fingers, bringing an army. "Well, let's take a recession, and then we'll slap you silly." Tony snapped back.
Two Hours Later
"Well, we're back, and we have a robot, his name is Vision." Tony's voice sounded throughout the city. So this Ultron thing stepped back and he had an army of weird robots which we fought.
These robots were really annoying. Wanda and I teamed up and were killing robots left and right until we suddenly felt a pang in our hearts. Someone had died, and it was most likely Pietro. We both fell to our knees, sorrow wracking through us.
An explosion pounded through the city, breaking buildings with our combined force. Bucky and Clint came running, and Clint had a strange expression on his face. "It should've been me." He repeated that sentence like a mantra. "What do you mean?" I questioned him when I could talk. "I should have died, not Pietro. He was a kid!" After telling us what happening tears were barely staying in my eyes. Bucky; my boyfriend of almost a year, looked at me like I had three heads.
"Your hair, it's kind of silver." When I looked at one of my strands of curls, the former brown color had dissipated into a silvery blonde color.
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Okay, so altogether it has been a very fucked up day. First, my brother died, and then my hair lost all melanin, but, Bucky is talking more. Nat walked up to me, worry showing on her face. "What if something like that happens again?" "YAWATBA?" I asked her, and she nodded. YAWATBA meant You Are Worrying About The Baby Again? "When are you TC?" I asked Nat, and she ducked her head. "I was going too, today."
"I'll help you, we all need something happy today."
Two Hours Later
I styled my grey-blonde hair into soft waves, as Nat was telling Clint about the baby today, and telling everyone else about her and Clint getting married in Budapest. Not to mention that Pietro's funeral was today. "Hey, Clint." I signed to Clint as he didn't have his hearing aids. "Hey." He responded in words. I motioned to my ears, and Clint shoved a hearing aid in one ear. "You getting ready fo-" I broke off, not able to speak. I normally didn't have tons of feelings, but I wept.
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I wore a small dress borrowed from Natasha since she couldn't wear it without showing a more- rounded stomach. I walked towards the dark blue sky, and saw a coffin, with my sweet brother in it.
The next few hours went by in a blur.
Y'all, I am so sorry for the super short chapter, but I just couldn't bear to continue this chapter. EmmaElix signing off.
