LITTLE WARRIORS ( pietro maximoff )

Thirteen

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❝I FELL IN LOVE THE WAY YOU FALL ASLEEP; SLOWLY THEN ALL AT ONCE.❞
–HAZEL GRACE LANCASTER, THE FAULT IN OUR STARS

TOBIA'S BODY FELL to the wooden floor with a loud thud, blood now spurting from the wound in his stomach. He gasped lightly at the pain and as his head slammed on the floor. Charlotte and Emma screamed for their brother but he didn't move.

The men in black tugged on the small blonde girl in Charlotte's arms and held her back as they took the now fourteen year old away. "No! Stop, please!" Charlotte cried as they threw Emma over their shoulders. "She's all we have left! Stop this, please!" One of the men stepped forward and slapped Charlotte, knocking her temple into the table.

Emma watched as her sister's head collided with the table and her body also fell to the floor near her brother. "Char! Toby!" the girl screamed. The men held her back as they struggled. They dragged her through the snow as she kicked and screamed for help. "Let me go! Stop it!"

Another voice cried out in the air. "Emma, no!" It was Charlotte. A little bit of blood was dripping down the side of her face and a hand pressed against the wound. One of the men pushed her into the snow and she weakly raised her head. "Emma, I won't stop until I find you!" Tears were now streaming down Charlotte's face as she spoke. Behind her, one of the men pulled out their gun and aimed it at the girl.

Emma screamed for her sister. "Char!"

A gunshot rang through the air and Emma screamed as the brunette girl collapsed.

She didn't wake up gasping for air or screaming; instead she just opened her eyes as she silently cried. Her cries were muffled as she turned into the pillow. Her hands clutched the bird necklace around her throat. Pietro's grip loosened a bit as she moved and she then remember that he was there. The blonde turned around now staring at the blue eyed Sokovian.

His face, like all others, seemed more peaceful asleep. His eyes, which had been used to glare in hatred just hours ago, was now closed and she see his eyes moving under his eyelids. He seemed more relax; after running around and into the Avengers and the men shooting at them, he kept complaining about how sore he was gonna be in the morning.

Why did she love him? Maybe it was the playful way he teased her and Wanda. Maybe it was how kind and caring he was for her, but now that she was hurt, he was even more kind and caring. Maybe it was the way he said her name in his beautiful accent. Maybe it was how happy and carefree his laugh was. Maybe it was the way of how protective he was. Maybe it was how alive his eyes looked. Or maybe how he winked at her, causing her to turn red like Wanda's hexes.

Small wisps of hair fell in his face and Cara moved her pale hand  to move it away.

At the small silent movement, his cerulean blue eyes opened and Cara stared back into his eyes. "Did I wake you up?" she whispered.

"No, I've been awake for a few minutes." Really? It didn't seem like it. "Did you have a nightmare?"

She looked away. "Yes."

"What happened?"

She was silent for a moment before answering. "My brother and sister died. I saw it when I was a child. Then the men who killed them took me..." A small tear fell down her face and she moved to brush it away.

Instead, Pietro beat her to it, wiping it away with his thumb. "Will you be okay?" She nodded. He was quiet before talking again, "Did you really regret it? The kiss?"

Silence.

"Cara?"

"No," she stated. "I just... I got scared that if I admitted to myself that I loved you or had any feelings of affection for you,  I would lose you. Even though I barely have any memories, I know that the people I love die because of me. My brother and sister were murdered trying to protect me. I can't even imagine what would happen if you or Wanda... " Tears were swelling up in her eyes. "You two have taken care of me and I can't just lose you two.

"I was broken when you met me. I was like a broken doll – a broken doll with a painted on face fooling the world with a single smile. But you – you fixed me; you and Wanda pieced me back up and restored my happiness.

"All those months we trained, Strucker had threatened me that if I did something out of turn, he would kill you and Wanda. All the time, I used to tell myself, 'Don't love him. Don't love Wanda. Don't love at all. Love and caring... ruins you.' But damn it, you made me fall in love with you. You made me –"

Pietro's chapped lips cut her off as he pressed them against hers. Like their first kiss, it was intense and hungry but a moment later it turned soft and passionate. The two mentally cursed as they were forced to pull away because of air. The two panted heavily as Pietro pulled Cara onto his lap so she was straddling him.

Before the two kissed again, Pietro held her face in his hands and spoke. "Cara, please know that I am deeply, madly, truly in love with you." His lips collided with hers again, his hands on her waist. "I can slow down if you want," he breathed as Cara kissed his jawline.

The blonde pulled back cupping his face. "Wow, who knew? The speedster wants to slow down?" She smirked as she kissed him again. "But for now, just shut up and kiss me."

A/N: Before I begin, I just want to say... 1K reads... you guys... I love you so much <3 Thank you guys soooo much for reading my story. I'm so thankful right now.

These two are so adorable. And I just wanted them to kiss and be all happy before that dreaded scene at the end of Age of Ultron
:( But I also wanted to make them not kiss at all until like the end but I didn't... oh whale, it is what it is.

OH! Also, what other stories do you want me to do? I really want to start another story sometime soon.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and this little memory from Cara. I'll update soon. Bye guys!