PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.
[based on the Marvel Cinematic Universe]
This is the story of Forsaken, a skilled and trained assassin who works for Hydra until she is rescued by Shield. She tries to find her old memori...
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I can't erase all the things that I've done
But all the mistakes made me who I've become
Alice felt a mixture of excitement and melancholy as she boarded the train to Sokovia. The country had undergone significant changes since the events that had shattered it, but it was also a place of profound significance. It was here that Pietro Maximoff had made the ultimate sacrifice, and Alice knew she had to pay her respects.
The journey to Sokovia was a long, but quiet one, the rhythm clatter of the train soothing her nerves. She watched the landscape change from the snowy expanses of Norway to the more rugged and war-torn vistas of Eastern Europe. As the train drew closer to her destination, Alice's thoughts turned to Pietro. He had been a hero, quick as the wind, with a heart full of fierce love for his sister Wanda and an unwavering determination to protect those he cared about.
Upon arrival, Alice made her way through the partially rebuilt capital. The scars of the past were still visible, but there was also a palpable sense of resilience among the people. Sokovia was healing, much like Alice herself.
With the help of a local guide, she found Pietro's grave nestled in a quiet, serene corner of a memorial park. The grave was simple, adorned with fresh flowers and a small plaque bearing his name. Alice stood before it, a lump forming in her throat. She knelt down and placed a hand on the cold stone. Memories of his quick wit and playful nature filled her mind, bringing a bittersweet smile to her lips. She had always admired his spirit, his ability to find humour even in the direst of situations.
"Hi Pietro," she began, her voice soft but filled with affection. "I've been meaning to visit for a while. I hope you don't mind the delay. It's just... everything has been so hard. You always had a way of making me laugh, even when things were though. I remember how you kept saying 'keep up, pretty girl', with that cheeky smile of yours.
She chuckled, the sound mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. "Well, I've been trying to keep up ever since. Traveling the world, seeing new places, meeting new people. You'd probably tease me about getting lost in the Icelandic Phallological Museum. It was just so... bizarre. You would've had a field day with that one."
The wind seemed to carry a whisper of his laughter, and for a moment, Alice could almost see him standing beside her, arms crossed, that familiar smirk on his face. She could hear his voice, teasing yet full of warmth, urging her to keep up, to push harder.
She looked down at the carved engraving on the stone, Pietro Maximoff, the hero of Sokovia, a symbol of his sacrifice. "You know, pretty boy, you were always the fastest. No one could ever catch you. But maybe one day, I'll manage to keep up."
As she rose to her feet, Alice felt a mixture of sadness and determination. She wiped a tear from her cheek and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of connection and closure.
