Captain Maximoff

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 91 days since the death of my brother, Pietro Maximoff. It was also 60 days since we had rescued Bucky. Since then, their had been a rare amount of missions, which is unusual for us Avengers.

However, are day-to-day routine was just the same. Tony had now moved back into the base for a while, just in case there was any more serious events. Him and Steve have had a series of heated debates which the rest of us were in the dark about. Something about the government? Steve refused to tell me, he said it didn't concern the rest of us at the moment. 

Maybe it's nothing to worry about.

 Vision, Sam, Rhodey, Scott and I were doing normal practise as usual. The same routine since we Joined. The same thing for 102 days. Clint and Natasha had been back and forth from base. Clint would go away sometimes to help Laura look after his new child, Nathaniel Pietro Barton. Natasha would go sometimes to as she is super close to the Barton family.

As for Steve and I, things couldn't be better. We had bonded a lot more since we rescued Bucky for the last time. When we got back from that last mission, I had another trip to the medical unit because the gun wound was pouring blood out of me like rain. Also, I had broken another wound.  Steve had stayed with me most of the time while I was in that medical unit. I felt so bad. He should have been with Bucky. I did keep apologizing because I should never have gone on that mission. But it brought me and Steve closer. We been the happiest we had ever been.

Everyone was happy. Everyone was relaxed. Tony had organised a party. There was no reason for this party. We all know Tony would have a party everyday if he could. 

Everything was good with the Avengers.

But we all know things get better

before they get worse.