𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 | Pietro Maximoff

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖

"𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕚𝕥, in case I die in the next fifteen minutes,"

"Hey, positivity there, soldier,"

I glance out my door, shutting the camera off. "Sure. You're taking a barely experienced teenager into battle. Fantastic planning,"

"You've nearly beaten me in training the past few days. You're stronger than you let yourself be,"

I glance at the suit, collecting dust in its drawer. Similar to Natasha's. I swallow. "I don't know, Tasha," I murmur.

"I'll be there with you. Or Clint, Bruce, Steve... even Thor, if you want him there. Controlled battle,"

"There isn't a thing," Steve says as he passes. "Leave poor Lia alone,"

I roll my eyes. Natasha grins, knowing I've agreed. I shove her out to dress myself, arming myself with my favorite weapons. Daggers, bows, guns. "Ready?" Natasha asks, watching the jet door prepare to fall.

I inhale. Natasha smiles, the frigid air hitting me as the door releases us. "Yes,"

"You're babysitting first," Tony says immediately, taking to the skies. Steve runs after him, Bruce turning to Hulk. A typical set up, yet I'm here.

"She doesn't need it," Natasha rolls her eyes. "I'm with Clint, Thor's with Green, Steve is with Tony. You, моя маленькая доч, get to pick where you're going. Have fun,"

"Take out their little bomber things," Steve suggests, more of an order. "Make yourself useful, Lia,"

"A war general," Tony muses. "Doesn't know what a ground tanker is called?"

I shut off my mike, running towards it, both bow and gun in my hold. I slit the throat of a soldier as I push on, gun hitting every target. I prepare my bow, aiming for it. Perfect aim. I head to the second, bow drawn.

And then I see him.

He has blue eyes, more vibrant than any other color I've seen, with hair that's partially pale. He only stares at me. Blue eyes meet blue, staring at each other. My fingers twitch on the bow and he dives past me, glaring. "Cu cine sunteți? Pentru cine lucrezi?" He hisses. At my breath still catching, he translates. "Who are you? Who do you work for?" He snaps.

I frown, and move out of his hold, my foot on his chest. He hadn't expected it, by the way his eyes flicker. "None of your business." I snap, touching my mike. "Cap? We have an..."

He twists me over, pinning me to the ground. "Nice try, prinţesă." He chuckles, voice deep and amused.

I may not speak Romanian, but I know what that means. "Get your hands off of me," I say, slowly.

"Or what?"

Water explodes out of me, sending him back several feet. He stares at me, my gun aimed at his head. "Kid?" Steve's voice is over the mike on the frozen ground.

"Send backup!" I snap, fingers ready on the trigger button.

The boy cocks his head to the side, cracking his neck. He circles me, my gun pointed at him still. Fast, some part of me concludes. I can't beat him in speed. I have to outsmart him. His accent is strong as he smirks. "You need it?"

"Never mind," I hiss into the mike. "I'll meet you up in fifteen minutes,"

He grins, clearly enjoyed by this game. He runs towards me and bounces off of a wall of ice, groaning as he falls back. 

"Just because I'm an Avenger doesn't mean I play nicely, pretty boy," I spit.

He jumps up, blurring around me as I let myself become invisible, his steps faltering at that. He picks up by gun on the ground, aiming it around in the opposite direction. "Show yourself, coward!" He demands.

I slam my bow into his back, hearing him groan as he hits the ground. I tackle him on the ground, my hips swung around his as I point the dagger to his neck, pinning him to the back of a tree. He merely looks at my dagger, then back to my face, as if he weren't seconds from death.

"You aren't scared of much, are you? Foolish," I hiss.

"Oh I'm scared shitless, Princess. It's not every day an incredible woman can take your breath away, figuratively and literally,"

I smirk, turning the blade, tilting his chin upward. "How true," I muse.

"What's your name?" He's flirting with me, despite the fact that I'm ready to kill him.

"Ha," I say drily.

"Not funny for you?" At my glower, he sighs. "I am Pietro. Pietro Maximoff," He offers, extending his hand.

"Pleasure," I answer sharply, slowly dawning on the fact that I'm in his lap, leaning so dangerously close against him.

"And yours?"

I smirk, pushing against him. "What makes you think you deserve it?" I ask.

His eyes widen, surprise in his face. He quickly recovers, as he seems to do with most things, his smirk returning. "Perhaps I'll have to prove my worth to you, then, Princess." He says. He takes my other hand, the one without the knife, pressing his lips to it.

An bullet is triggered between us. Both Pietro and I whip to the location. "Ophelia!" Natasha stares at me. "Are you okay?"

I blink, turning to notice that he had run away. I scowl. "Yes, of course I am,"

"Clint's been injured. We need to get back,"

***

"You're one hundred percent fine, right?"

"I'm not the one on the bed, Nat," Clint pouts at this.

"I could be flat lining and you're concerned about her?"

"He is?" Tony asks, glancing down. A fake frown comes on his face. "Still alive,"

"Can't get rid of me that easily, Tony," Clint laughs. The flight hadn't been very long to the tower, with nothing but concern for Clint. "What happened?" Clint asks.

"I couldn't find her. I panicked and left you, you know, and then I saw the enhanced on the field. She had her knife to his neck, but he seemed unharmed,"

Tony narrows his eyes. "What's his name?"

"Pietro Maximoff," I answer.

Steve raises an eyebrow. "Maria had to investigate, but what do you know?"

"We both tried to kill each other for a minute. He was a flirt, I don't know much more,"

Clint and Natasha exchange a glance, but don't say anything. "He has a sister," Steve answers. "Both were experimented on for this. Volunteers,"

Free will. I clench my jaw, annoyed by it. I had nearly died, this power had been forced into me in exchange for my life back in my own hands. Resentment floods through my veins. "And?"

"And nothing," Thor says. "Unless they make a point to join us, there isn't a point in forcing them. They're useless, especially since we have that one," He points at me. "Equally powerful to the red one,"

I frown. "The red one?"

"His sister," Tony says. "Is far more powerful than his little running. Telekinesis..." Clint's confused expression reminds him. "She's weird, like Lia. Rather than water, hers is closer to plasma. How do I phrase this..."

"Ophelia is focused more on the area around her. Hers is the unknown," Bruce explains. "Except for her invisibility,"

I merely shrug. Bruce's experiments haven't ever harmed me, only frightened me of my own ability. Tony and Bruce exchange a glance with each other, one I don't understand. "Let's relax a bit. We won, after all," Tony grins at me. "You're invited, heroine,"

"This is going to be a long night," Natasha mutters.

"No alcohol for the young one, then?" Thor asks.

There's an echoed laugh.