"Draga" Pietro whispered contentedly as his lips left hers to take a breath, "are you okay? how's your shoulder?" he asked pulling away and checking her over, but something was different, she looked different, her hair wasn't the same color, her eyes held a darkness he couldn't explain and she had a bruise just above her eyebrow.
He lovingly moved his fingers over it, then pulled a face, "who did this to you?"
Alyson didn't say anything, she couldn't find the words, she just looked at him through teary eyes feeling ecstatic in his embrace.
Pietro grabbed her shoulder softly and pulled the fabric of her outfit down to check on her wound, but there was nothing there. Alyson grabbed his face and turned it to look at her.
"I never thought I'd see you again" she breathed through a shaky breath, he smiled down at her and placed his hand over hers on his face, then he took her knuckle and kissed it gently.
"I've only been gone a matter of hours Draga" he chuckled but she didn't share the same enthusiasm. Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head sadly.
"No... you've been gone for years" she croaked, Pietro's eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as he shook his head in disbelief.
"No....no.. i... that can't" he whispered but Alyson nodded her head with a muffled sob, "for me it's been three years but in total it's been eight."
Pietro kept his arms wrapped tightly around her, he felt guilty, guilty that he'd left her, even if it wasn't his fault.
He really took her in now and noticed the differences in her, even in her body language she had a more defensive, aggressive tone in the way that she held herself. Her dimples had softened asif her face no longer fit the use for them, and she had heavy bags under her eyes that held years' worth of sleepless nights and empty tears.
Pietro let out a shaky breath and wrapped his fingers in hers, "3 for you and 8 in total?"
Alyson rubbed her thumb over his and sighed, "a lot has happened, but right now we need to go back we can't stay here for too long."
She pulled away from him and felt cold at the sudden loss of connection, but Pietro wrapped his fingers around her shoulder comfortingly as she reached into her pocket.
"Put this on" she instructed handing him the teched-up glove, he took it and twirled it around his fingers with a curious look, but Aly placed her hand on his chest delicately holding the pym particles in her palm, "put this in that little gap there," she said and he followed her instruction.
Alyson grabbed his hand and moved it over to the button on his thumb, "when you're ready just press this okay."
He nodded and smiled at her lovingly, wrapping his arms around her waist. Alyson closed her eyes and took in a deep breath; she'd waited for this moment, dreamed of it but she knew what waited for them when they got back. She grabbed onto his face and gave him a sad look.
"Pietro, when we get back... you have to go and I can't come with you."
He raised his eyebrows in confusion and grabbed her hand, "no, draga I'm staying with you there's no way.."
But Alyson closed her eyes again, "we haven't got a choice, just please trust me on this...Wanda is in trouble" Pietro's eyes widened at this and he stopped detesting enough for her to continue.
"She.. she lost it... not long after you.... we lost Vision... she had to kill him to save everyone else, this crazy guy from another planet he was after the infinity stones... Wanda had to destroy the mind stone she was the only one that could.... but we lost... and the big guy brought Vision back only to kill him again in front of her... baby we lost bad, half the world went away, including Wanda and i."
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Electric Heart (Pietro Maximoff)
FanfictionThe story follows 17 year old Alyson Parker (Peter Parker's older sister) throughout the timeline of the MCU. (starting just after The Avengers, then into The Winter Soldier, all the way to Infinity War and Endgame, then it carries on into Wandavisi...