The Belova-Maximoff Connection

Unexpected Encounters

The golden rays of the morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over Y/N's room. He lay peacefully in bed, the light gently nudging him awake. Suddenly, the tranquillity was shattered as his brother Pietro burst into the room, leaping onto the bed with a mischievous grin. The two brothers immediately engaged in a playful wrestling match, laughter filling the room.

Their sister and triplet, Wanda, appeared at the door, her hands on her hips. "You two are late for training!" she scolded, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. Pietro, ever the speedster, dashed out of the room in a blur. Y/N smiled at Wanda, pulling her into a quick hug before heading to his bathroom.

In the bathroom, Y/N changed into his training gear. His outfit consisted of a sleek, form-fitting suit designed for maximum agility and speed. The material clung to his toned physique, highlighting his athletic build. He glanced at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair before heading downstairs.

As he descended, the sounds of training filled the air. The Avengers were already hard at work. Pietro, Wanda, Natasha, Yelena, Kate, Clint, Maria, Thor, Tony, Bruce, Peter, Bucky, Vision, and Steve were all engaged in various exercises and drills. Y/N made his way over to Pietro, ready to train together, their shared superspeed making them perfect sparring partners.

Just as they were about to start, Y/N's attention was drawn to Yelena. She was training with fierce determination, her movements fluid and powerful. Y/N couldn't help but stare, his heart practically beating out of his chest at the sight of her. Unfortunately for him, Pietro noticed his distraction and seized the opportunity. With a swift punch, Pietro landed a blow to Y/N's face, causing his nose to bleed.

Y/N winced, bringing a hand to his nose. "Really, Pietro?" he muttered, annoyance clear in his voice. "Was that necessary?" He glared at his brother, frustration bubbling up. Training with Pietro was never dull, but sometimes his antics were a bit too much. 

Y/N turned to look at Pietro, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, unaware that the Avengers were now watching him. Something dark and powerful bubbled up inside him, a rage that begged to be unleashed. He remembered Helena's words echoing in his mind, "We fight to kill, Y/N, not harm. If we just harm, they can get back up and hurt us or kill us."

His eyes began to glow a menacing red as he tapped into his powers. Energy crackled around him, and without warning, Y/N launched a violent attack on Pietro. Pietro, caught off guard, struggled to defend himself against Y/N's relentless onslaught. It became clear that Y/N's superior training was giving him the upper hand.

The Avengers watched in shock, unsure of how to intervene. Luckily for Pietro, Wanda saw an opening. With a swift motion, she fired a blast of energy at Y/N, knocking him to the ground. Y/N clutched his head in his hands, his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

Wanda rushed over to him, her face etched with concern. "Y/N, why did you attack Pietro like that?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.

Y/N looked up at her, his expression pained. "Helena's training took over," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Their conversation was interrupted as Yelena ran over, her face a mask of worry. She knelt beside Y/N, checking him over like a concerned girlfriend, even though they were only friends. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft but urgent.

Y/N managed a weak smile, touched by her concern. "I'll be fine," he assured her, though the pain in his eyes told a different story. The Avengers gathered around, the tension in the air palpable as they tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Pietro, still reeling from the unexpected attack, scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and confusion. He wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, his usual playful demeanour replaced by a rare seriousness.