Electrifying⚡️pietro maximoff((( currently on hold)))

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Third persons pov

The sky had turned to a dreary black, starless night. The only source of light in the large room where Electra laid, was the slight glow from under the door.

Electra laid, completely motionless in the large, grey and green room. The tour given to her by the lady with a tight bun had been exhausting and incredibly boring.

The lights in the hallway flicked off, and her eyes snapped towards the door where her only source of light cut off.

Hours passed, and the eerie feeling of loneliness started to seep into her bones like a poison. The bed made a slight creak, as she sat up and took a deep breath.

She waited before getting out of the bed. The blood rushing to her head made her dizzy, as if she was on a roller coaster.

When her bare feet hit the mahogany wood floor, she sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden coldness. Toes curled and arms crossed, she headed out of the door.

She didn't know where her feet were taking her, but she didn't care. All the lights in the building were out except for the one down at the end of the staircase.

She followed the light and peaked her head into the room. The punching bags and weapons made it crystal clear that it was the tower's gym.

Deciding some training would clear her mind, she stepped in. The clothes given to her by Natasha seemed okay to exercise in. She wore black pajama shorts and a red tank top with a gun printed on the front.

She walked to the table with guns and knives and ran her hands across the weaponry. A slight clink of metal behind her sent chills up her spine. She pretended not to hear it and acted as if she was inspecting a throwing knife.

She waited for another sound... clank. She heard even the faintest of sounds and she whipped around and threw the knife next to the intruders head.

There was a gasp and a stumble from the intruder. There, protruding from the window, was a man. His long black hair and metal arm caught Electra's attention.

"Who are you?" The mans gruff voice drafted through the air. He pulled the knife out of the wall and threw it back at Electra.

She anticipated this happening, and stepped out of the way of the alarmingly fast blade. "So, you ask my name, then try to kill me? Thats seems oddly ignorant." Electra's smooth Russian accent was like ballet during a storm.

The man simply shrugged and walked closer to the bright haired girl. She turned around and picked a gun to practice with. When she turned around, the man jumped back, alarmed that she had a gun.

"Calm yourself, Barnes, i'm only practicing."

His eyebrows furrowed and he shifted from foot to foot, like a child. "How did you-"

"It was-is, my job."she explained, while setting up a dummy to shoot at.

"Miss Electra, would you like me to soundproof the room?" JARVIS' voice sounded through the room.

"That would be much appreciated,"

"Electra?" Bucky leaned against the wall, a small smirk on his face. "Why Electra?"

She turned around, an almost scary smirk on her face as she opened her palm and sparks ignited through her fingers. The power twisted through her fingers like a snake, crackling every few seconds. His smirk seemed to drop foe a split second,before quickly returning. His face held lines of stress and worry, Electra knew much about that.

He nodded in understanding, as she closed her palm. She cocked her gun, and started shooting at the dummy, her bullets only ever going through the heart and head.

"Why haven't you told the others I'm here?" Bucky queried, arms crossed behind his large, built back. Electra let her eyes wander a bit on the way his muscles tightened and loosened.

"Why haven't you?" Electra smirked, while putting more ammo into her pistol. He opened his mouth to respond when he quickly shut it, completely dumbfounded.

JARVIS set up a tougher course for the sparky girl to run through. Red and brown holograms appeared and charged at her. She got the pistol and stood there, waiting for them to be right in front of her, when she would shoot them between the eyes, the cold metal of the gun pressed onto their heads.

Bucky seemed a bit uncomfortable with the girl, seeing as she was obviously not a force to be reckoned with. He awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to do or say.

Electra sighed, turned around and put er hands on her hips. Bucky noticed the way her eyes seemed to hold a storm, and the way her blue-green hair fell into her face when she fought.

"Are you just going to sit there and admire me? Or are you going to tell me why you're here?" She wiped the sweat off her upper forehead, and set the gun down.

He nodded at her, not exactly a clear answer... Electra thought to herself. She figured that was a sign for him to talk, so she grabbed his metal hand and started to walk.

He seemed a but startled at the action to say the least. He worried she would cower away from the cool metal of his arm, but when he looked at her she had no sign of disgust on her face.

Bucky let her drag him to the balcony in her room, where they both sat down on the railing.

The city looked gorgeous. The lights of New York lit up everything like fireflies. Despite not getting stars here, Electra thought it made up for it in the life of the city. You could ear the laughter of drunken girls and boys and the call for a late night taxi.

Bucky didn't notice the beauty of the city, he was too busy noticing the beauty of Electra.

When Electra looked back at Barnes, she was a little surprised to see him looking at her. He seemed to not be fazed at the fact that she just caught him staring.

She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, like a tsunami of pink. "So, why are you here?"

The question caught Bucky by surprise, because he'd been to busy admiring to notice he had to answer the question. "Oh," he took a deep breath. "I came here to make sure Steve was alright..."

"Ah," Electra nodded, her wildly colored hair bouncing up and down. "Why not just confront him?" She swung her legs over the balcony, not once flinching when she got close to falling. It's not that she wanted to die, she just didn't care if she did.

"I-" Bucky tried to explain but the words got caught in his throat. "I don't want to hurt him."

When he saw the look of confusion on the girls face, he continued. "Me and him grew up together, in Brooklyn. Apparently, anyway. When I see him, it's obvious he loves me like a brother. It's obvious he wants us to be close again,"

"So why don't you?" She asked, trying to get all his feelings to pour out. It's never good to keep them trapped in.

"That's just it. I want to, but I don't know how. I don't remember the 'good old days'. I only know how to destroy. Who ever I was before, that Bucky is gone. I don't know how to love anymore-" his voiced faded into the wind of the night.

"I know." Electra whispered.

Bucky's head whipped around, his eyebrows crunched together in question.

"I was born in the year 1900, a small town in Russia. When I was 24, something happened to me, and it resulted in me getting electricity gifts . I killed my parents, because of these powers..." her voice trailed off and she got a more distant look in her eye. With her fist clenched,she continued. "I then went to this school, they trained me to be a killer-"

*IN SLOVOKIA*

Pietro rushed around trying to fetch water for his sister. Wanda, laid in bed, shivering. The shock Electra had given her had affected her powers, sending things into a downwards spiral.

When he returned to his sisters side, he whispered into her ear, "Don't worry, we will kill Tony Stark, and Electra."