Coronation Of Flame (A Marvel Fanfic)

Flashback 11: The Right Moment

AAARRGHHHH! School is coming soon and I'm so not ready!!

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LittlePond

Flashback 11: The Right Moment

Two days had passed, and Aurelia Tempest was still looking for the 'right moment' that Wanda hadn't been able to shut up about.

At the start of their sessions, she'd ask "Have you told him yet?" And at the end of their sessions, Wanda would always remind her before she closed the cell door, "Don't forget to tell him!" To which Aurelia would always reply, "I'm looking for the right moment!"

It was true, she was. But how to tell was the big question.

Was it a silence? Pietro and Aurelia went through plenty of those. Was it one of those moments when they finished a tickle war and they both sighed from exhaustion?

Aurelia hated feeling helpless.

She was meant to be a powerful assassin skilled in every field, not a single weakness, and yet, bring the Sokovian speedster into the mix, and she became clueless. But whenever Aurelia opened the door to Pietro's cell, all worries about the right moment flew away like the fleeting nature of time. He looked so serene in his cell, despite it's small size.

And when they had reached the Fairy Glen, they got straight into their sparring. Since the assassin didn't want to tamper with Pietro's skills, they had just under 2 months to create a whole new fighting style for him to use when he was dispatched.

That unfortunately, left Aurelia finding herself extremely close to Pietro and often threaded together like a knitted scarf.

For perhaps the 3rd time that day, the speedster had managed to get her back against his stomach again, one hand over her neck, the other over her stomach. It was the same position that had forced her admit her feelings, and they rushed over her once again.

"You really need to stop doing that," she managed to get out, trying to turn her head to look him in the eye, which proved easier said than done.

"You know you love it," Pietro smirked, his breath was hot chocolate against the skin of her neck.

Of course she loved it, but she'd never say that, it was far too embarrassing.

"Again?" he asked, preparing himself for another one sided fight. Aurelia was beginning to know how it felt to be on the receiving end of her punches. "One second," she answered, taking a quick sip from her drink bottle.

She heard the leaves snapping behind her, but she didn't see the hand that gripped her water bottle coming. With Pietro's strong grip, he squeezed the majority of the translucent bottle's contents into her mouth, making her let go and cough from the overload.

The speedster dropped the bottle and walked back to the centre of the Glen. "Get off your ass," he muttered quietly.

"I was never on my ass, genius," Aurelia smiled. "Whatever." The 4th spar that day commenced, and they were 1 minute in when the older Maximoff decided to start a riot.

"So why can't we go into the field now?" he asked, punching her side with his speed.

"Not now, Pietro." Aurelia dodged the punch and attempted to kick his side, which he easily darted from. "No. Now," he demanded, stepping away and crossing his arms, which she took as a bad sign.

In her shock from his sudden change in mood, and also from the sudden crossing of arms, the assassin remained silent. "Why can't we go? And don't tell me you have no say in the matter, because I saw how much you've changed our conditions already."