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HARRIET PERCIVAL AMES BROWN'S MOTHER WAS BORN ON THE 27TH OF APRIL, A PARTICULARLY SUNNY DAY.
Her father was born on the 26th of August, a rainy, and particularly frosty day.
That opposition was like their personalities. He was an unkind, harsh and cold person. It was rare to get a word out of him most hours, and if you ever did it was usually a snap. Harriet has no idea where her mother got the patience to put up with him. Perhaps it was blind love. Perhaps it was just sheer stupidity.
She's glad he left, anyways.
Harriet can always remember that day. The last day she saw her mother.
It was another hot day, and the sun was beating down on everyone. It was not alike what usually happened, when the entire neighbourhood was out and enjoying the sun.
Harriet was 23 when her mother left.
She's 25 now.
Harriet's mother was a kind soul to all who loved her. And to all who hated her? They would get the obligation of being ignored, obviously.
At the time, young Harriet wouldn't be sure what to say; so she just scowled. She was good at that. She still is now.
They were playing cards that day, sitting on the couch with Siegfried playing in the background.
And that's when something happened.
There was a heavy knock on the door, loud enough that it made Harriet flinch. Her mother had a look of fear in her brown eyes. One Harriet had never seen before in her life, except for the times when her father was around.
Harriet was pushed into the bathroom, her mother going to answer the door. It was cold there, on the tiled floor. Sanitary. Safe. Not a sound was heard in the house for a few minutes. Then a sharp bang.
Her mother never came back.
Harriet had peeked out of the bathroom door, looking out into the empty living room. "Mom?" There was a pause as she lightly kicked the sliding door open, looking around for her mother. "Mom!" There was no reply.
Harriet's gaze wandered to the front door, and felt her stomach drop when she realised it was open. "Mom?" Her voice was barely a whisper when she sucked in a sharp breath. Harriet ran outside, looking for any sign of her only parent. She searched for three hours.
Nobody was on the road, she wasn't in the neighbourhood. Harriet later found out she wasn't even in the city.
After searching on the road, Harriet Percival Brown collapsed in a tangle of limbs to the ground and started to sob like a small child.
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a/n: hi...so a bit of angst :( poor harriet doesn't know what happened to her mother! but i think you guys can guess who took her
i keep writing short chapters, i promise the next one will be longer though :)
edit: STOP IM GOONING there were so many inaccuracies in the original draft, if I kept it then Pietro would be dating a whole minor omd 😭
-m.d
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Fanfictionᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜʏ ꜰᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ʜᴀʀʀɪᴇᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴄɪᴠᴀʟ ᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ɪᴛ. ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ pietro maximoff started: 10/11/23 finished: currently rewriting ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ disclaimer; i do not own any of the marvel char...
