Unexpected Hero

Chapter 3: Shadows of the Past

As Y/n and Pietro sit amidst the rubble, lost in their own thoughts, a distant sound interrupts the silence. Y/n's heart skips a beat as she recognizes the familiar rumble of an approaching vehicle. She turns to see a sleek black car pulling up to the edge of the wreckage, its headlights cutting through the darkness.

Pietro's brow furrows in confusion as he watches the car come to a stop. "Who's that?" he asks, his gaze darting anxiously between Y/n and the vehicle.

Y/n shrugs, her nerves on edge as she waits to see who emerges from the car. The door swings open, and a figure steps out into the dim light, their silhouette obscured by the shadows.

As the figure steps closer, Y/n's heart races with anticipation. She strains her eyes, trying to make out the identity of the newcomer. The dim light casts an eerie glow over the scene, adding to the air of mystery surrounding the newcomer.

Pietro tenses beside her, his senses on high alert. "Should we be worried?" he murmurs, his eyes darting warily between Y/n and the approaching figure.

Y/n shakes her head, trying to quell the rising sense of unease in her chest. "I don't know," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we can't let our guard down."

As the figure draws closer, Y/n's pulse quickens. She can make out the outline of a tall, imposing figure, their posture confident and assured. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that whoever this person is, they're not someone to be taken lightly.

The newcomer steps into the light, revealing a face that sends a chill down Y/n's spine. It's a face she never thought she'd see again, a face from her past that she'd hoped to forget.

"Y/n," the newcomer says, their voice cold and calculating. "Fancy meeting you here."

Y/n's blood runs cold as she meets the steely gaze of the person before her. Memories flood her mind, memories of a time she'd tried to bury deep in her past. 

Y/n's mind races as she tries to process the appearance of the unexpected visitor. It's someone from her past, someone she thought she'd never have to face again. The memories come flooding back, bringing with them a mix of fear and anger.

"Pietro, we need to go," Y/n says, her voice trembling with urgency. She knows they can't stay here, not with this person looming over them like a dark cloud.

But before they can make a move, the newcomer takes a step forward, blocking their path with an intimidating presence. "Leaving so soon?" they say, a smirk playing at the corners of their lips. "I was hoping we could catch up."

Y/n's heart pounds in her chest as she meets the newcomer's gaze, her mind racing with a thousand unanswered questions. How did they find her? And most importantly, what do they want?

Pietro senses Y/n's unease and steps protectively in front of her, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Who are you?" he demands, his voice firm and commanding.

The newcomer's smirk widens as they take in Pietro's defensive stance. "Ah, the famous Quicksilver," they say, their voice dripping with disdain. "I've heard so much about you."

Y/n's mind races as she tries to piece together the puzzle of her past. There's something familiar about this person, something that sends a chill down her spine. But before she can make sense of it all, the newcomer takes another step forward, closing the distance between them.

"Y/n," they say, their voice is low and dangerous. "It's time to come home."