Say Don't Go | Pietro Maximoff

04

"You're the dramatic one, you annoying fuck."

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A few days have passed and the party below was in full swing, and Angel was in her room trying to find a dress to wear. She wanted it to be comfortable, but she also wanted it to be glittery. Unfortunately she realized there were no glittery dresses that fit the vibe in her closet. So instead she picked a yellow, satin slip dress. The neckline was resting right where it needed to be, there being a dip that looked perfect. It scrunched up on one side, leaving a slit against her upper thigh. The back was open and the dress fell down right below her knee. It was perfect. Matching it with yellow heels and her hair curled, she made her way into the party below her.

As she made her way into the main area she did a quick scan of the room. Looking for her dad and all his friends. She immediately locked her eyes onto the woman who was like an aunt to her growing up, Natasha. She bounced through the room towards her, overhearing a conversation and stopping for a moment on her way there.

"So I take the tank, fly it right up to the general's palace, drop it at his feet," he was pouring himself a drink as he told the story to Tony and Thor. "I'm like, boom. You looking for this?" He looked proud of his story, meanwhile Angelina and the two men were both just looking at him. "Boom. Are you looking for...? Why do I even talk to you guys? Everywhere else, that story kills"

The three quickly realized that was the end of the story. "That was... all of the story?" Angel quirked an eyebrow at him, giving him a confused look. Thor nodded, agreeing with her. Rhodey looked disappointed, "yeah, it's a war machine story."

Thor went to save himself, like usual, "Oh, it's very good then!"

At this point Angelina made her escape, going to find Natasha. When she finally did find her, she was leaning over a bar talking to her father, it looked more like flirting but she doesn't want to admit her father and pseudo-aunt had a thing for each other. All she heard was the end. "Not a damn thing, but never say never," she had moved away from Bruce, Angelina coming up next to her as she made her way out from the bar.

"Hey Nat, are you free to talk about something?" Angel had been thinking about a certain Maximoff twin since she found out his name a few days prior. Natasha gave the girl a sideways glance as she kept her head forward. "What's up kid?"

"It's about the mission a few days ago." Natasha stopped in her tracks, thinking that the girl might have remembered her time in that base when she was a mere 14. "What's wrong?"

Angelina was confused as to why they had stopped. "Well, that enhanced, the guy. He seems really familiar and I don't know why." She looked down as she spoke, fiddling with the silver rings she had on. "His voice, his face, his name, it all seemed so familiar. Like I've known him before, but I don't know him." She rambled the words out, pausing for brief seconds while trying to get all of it out.

Natasha's eyes softened, realizing they probably did know each other while she was kidnapped. Clearly HYDRA had done a good job at erasing her memories since all she had was feelings about these places or people being familiar. "Maybe this is a conversation you need to have with your father, Angel." She didn't understand why Natasha told her that, but she just nodded and walked away to go get a drink.