Odin's youngest - Pietro Maximoff x reader

His name is Regulus Black

Pietro's pov:

I looked around, making sure no one was there to hurt us, making sure it wasn't a trap. I'm not being overprotective... No, I'm just being cautious.

We went inside some old, broken Church.

"Talk, and if you're wasting our time..." said Wanda threateningly.

"Did you know this Church is the exact center of the city?" a voice asked, "The elders decreed it so that everyone could be equally close to God. I like that. The geometry of belief." He was sitting in the chair at the very middle of the Church.

He looked down, practically reading Wanda's mind, "You're wondering why you can't look inside my head."

"Sometimes it's hard." Replied Wanda, her eyes glowing scarlet, "But sooner or later every man shows himself."

The man stood up, his cloak – no – blanket over his head falling, revealing a full robot, "Oh I'm sure they do. But you needed someone more than a man."

"I didn't expect – but I saw Stark's fear, I knew it would control him. Make him self-destruct." Wanda said, stuttering.

"Everyone creates the thing they dread. Men of peace create engines of war. Invaders create Avengers. People create... smaller people? Oh, "children", lost the word there." He said, chuckling, "Designed to supplant them, to end them."

"Is that why you come? To destroy the Avengers?" Wanda asked.

Well, that makes me sad. I'm not being noticed. Can I leave now?

"I've come to save the world." The man said, "But also... yeah."

...

"We'll move out right away." Said Ultron, "This is a start, but there's something we need to begin the real work."

"All of these are..." said Wanda trailing off of her sentence.

"Me." Ultron finished her sentence, "I have what the Avengers will never will, Harmony. They're discordant, disconnected. Stark's already got them turning on each other. And when you get inside the rest of their heads..."

"Everyone's plan is not to kill them." I said.

"And make them martyrs? You need patience. Need to see the big picture." Ultron said, nodding.

"I don't see the big picture. I have a little picture. I take it out and look at it, every day." I replied.

"You lost your parents in the bombings, I've seen the records." Ultron replied back.

"The records aren't the picture." I said.

"Pietro..." said Wanda, sensing my slight anger.

"No, please." Ultron said, gesturing me to continue.

I looked at her, "We were 10 years old. Having dinner, the four of us. When the first shell hits two floors below, it makes a hole, in the floor... It's big. Our parents go in, and the whole building comes apart. I grab her, we go under the bed, when the second shell hits, it just sits there... under the rubble... And on the side of the shell, there was one word written on it."

"Stark." Said Wanda.

"We were trapped for two days." I said.

...

Y/n's pov:

I walked on the sidewalk, wearing a hoodie, a cap, and some shades to conceal my face, not really wanting much attention.

I then saw a familiar person in a small alleyway, being the curious bitch I am, I followed behind. He pulled out a stick from his pocket - no - that wasn't a stick, that was a wand. He was a wizard from my nightmare. His name is Regulus Black.