habromania → marvel imagines

{ pietro maximoff }

five times
type: angst
pairing: pietro maximoff x reader
warnings: major character death

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the first time you met pietro maximoff was when you were walking along the streets of sokovia. you had lived there your whole life and had gotten used to the way the paths were.

and every day was relatively the same. they mainly consisted of bargaining (they did trading at the markets and your family had to get by somehow).

this day was different, however, since the main road you would walk down to get to the markets was closed for some sort of maintenance so instead you went down one of the alleyways which led you straight to where the orphanage was.

finally making it to the other side of the alley, you took a deep breath in at the sight in front of you. outside the seemingly mediocre building were children running around somewhat cluelessly-as if life was as easy as ever. yet both you and them were accommodated in sokovia, which meant life was never easy. sure, it could be a breathtaking country but, alike many of the other low income countries, it definitely had its faults. everyone who lived there knew that. seeing people-probably not too far your age-looking past that and simply enjoying life was somewhat encouraging.

that was when your eyes settled on him. he was around your age with disheveled, brown hair which was ruffled over the brisk of his pale skin. even for a child, he had a confident posture, leaning unbothered against one of the walls separating the out-of-its-time building from the overgrown, yellowing grass patches that neighboured.

once his gaze found yours, you felt like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. his stare was intriguing yet disturbingly intense. wanting to look away as quickly as possible, you focused your vision to the fragmented, rubbly path ahead and continued walking.

"going so soon, dragă?" the boy from before had now made his way in front of you while you weren't looking.

fuck.

"i have somewhere to be-" you started, trying to step past him but was met with him stepping straight in your newfound direction. there was no was past him.

"ah, iubită, what is the rush?" his voice was laced in cockiness, already suggesting the kind of person he was just by a couple short sentences (which was slightly impressive), "we havent even had the chance to introduce ourselves yet."

deciding it was easier to just give up, you stuck out your hand, "y/n."

"pietro." pietro shook your hand with a slight smirk threatening the corner of his red, plump lips.

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the second time you met pietro maximoff was when you had been taken, unwillingly, by hydra. coincidentally, your so called 'cell' was situated next to the certain maximoff whom you had become previously acquainted with.

it was when you heard the slight foreign groans and mumbles in pain from the wall in which your head was pressed against. they had quite literally thrown you in here, so you tried to find any comfort in your distraught position on the hard floor.

"pietro?" you almost didn't recognize the voice that fell past your lips.

there was a long and sullen moment of deafening silence that rang through the air like dust. that was when your heart fell, all hope seeming to leave your body, but then you heard the only reassurance you needed at that time. the word you had been yearning for, for what felt like years.