Mr. Maximoff (Pietro Maximoff Fanfic)

Chapter Two: Things Got Worse

(Alex's P.O.V)
8 months, two days, one hour, and 38 seconds later. They pronounced the man I love dead. He seemed to be doing so much better. Improving at a fast rate, but one day everything just shut down. He was gone. It was hard for all of us to believe. Hard for all of us to deal with. Wanda and I probably took it the hardest. I stopped going a missions, I couldn't focus enough to do one without getting my head blown off anyways, Clint actually recommended that I take off from missions for a while till I was "clear headed" again. But I don't know if I'll ever be...

(Clint's P.O.V)
My sister is basically killing herself over this. I've never seen her so broken up. Alex and Pietro loved each other, no doubt about it, but I hate seeing her like this. If I even see her. She shuts all of us out. Stays locked in her room all day and most of the night. At around 5 or 6 every morning she sneaks into the nest. That's the only time I can ever see or talk to her. Even then she doesn't do much talking. We just sit there. It hurts not hearing my little sister, who usually has a comeback for everything, be this silent and this cold. It's almost like she's not even there anymore. I didn't loose a fellow Avenger, I lost my sister too.

(Alex's P.O.V)
Clint's hurting. Because of me. I wish I could make myself feel better, but I can't. I wish I could help my brother, but I can't. I can't help anyone. I'm the worst Avenger there is! I couldn't save Pietro! I can't help Wanda feel better! And I can't stop my brother's hurt! Most of all I can't pull myself outta this stupid rut I dug myself!!! I've already resorted to bad habits. My thighs are scared up like you wouldn't believe. My wrists are bruised from me beating on them. I'm not eating. I went from a healthy 120 to an unhealthy 98 in a matter of a few months. I'm dying. And I can't stop it.