One-shots/Short Stories

Pietro Maximoff - Part I

The Maximoff Secret - Part I
"Pietro, I don't know why, but I have a feeling that something bad is gonna happen." Ten-year-old Pietro stared at his best friend confused. Her gold-coloured eyes were staring down at the ground with a frown, her raven dark hair blowing in the cold wind. They were outside in the snow, underneath a tree at his place. The reason why she had gold eyes was because she was special; she had gifts. The gifts to foresee the future, to read and control minds, and telekinesis. Obviously no one knew about them except her, Pietro, Wanda, her family and the twins' family; they were that close with each other. Although Pietro and her were closer than her and Wanda.
"But can't you see into the future?" Pietro asked confused. "So why would you get a feeling?"
"Sometimes I don't get the vision." she explained wisely for such a young girl. "But I would get a feeling deep in my stomach. This is one of the times."
"Don't worry, Rosalita. Everything will be okay."

***

Years later. . .
"Come on, you can do it!" Wanda encouraged the exhausted Rosalita. "Just one more push!"
"I can't!" Rosalita moaned through pants. "I can't get the baby out."
"Don't be ridiculous." Pietro murmured to his lover, kissing her forehead affectionately. "You have been through worse. You can do this."
"You try getting a human being out of your body!" Rosalita hissed to him, the father of the child. "Why couldn't we go to a hospital?"
"You know why," he said patiently, "we can't afford it."
"But I can just -"
"Another contraction is going to happen." Wanda interrupted the conversation. She stood ready in between Rosalita's legs. "Get ready to push in three. . .two. . .push!"

***

Years later. . .
Pietro and Wanda sat in the Quinjet together, ready to go back to Sokovia and save their home. They were worried for not only their childhood home, but for Rosalita and the baby - Pietro worried especially. It's been years since they last saw each other; when their child was only two. Then Pietro and Wanda went to volunteer in Strucker's experiments to get revenge on Tony Stark. Since then, Pietro hadn't contacted her - he doesn't even know where she was!
"You two okay? You guys seem a bit distracted." The twins tore out of their silent conversation through the minds, looking up to see Steve Rogers staring at them concerned. "Is it about Sokovia? Having doubts?"
"No," Wanda said evenly, "just worried for the people of Sokovia."
"It's okay, you guys." Steve assured them, buying the lie. "The first thing to do is to get everyone out."
"Let's hope so." Pietro murmured, saying a silent pray for not only his and Wanda's safety along with the Avengers, but also for Rosalita and little Petra.

***

Pietro went to go on one of the carriers after running around making sure everyone was safe, when he noticed Clint with a boy in his arms, a Quinjet firing bullets towards them. Without thinking, he made his way with his speed towards them to push them behind a car. While doing so, he suddenly heard a voice in his head - Rosalita's voice.
"Pietro. . ." Rosalita's voice whispered into his mind. "Pietro. . .look out. . .Pietro. . .look out. . ."
Pietro glanced to the left and saw the bullets coming towards his body in slow motion. Pietro moved Clint and the boy out of the way while dodging as much bullets as he could - only three entering his body. Pietro collapsed to the ground in pain, his eye sight getting fuzzy. He could distinctly see Clint above him shaking him, saying something to him. Everything sounded underwater, and he just wanted to sleep. He tried to dodge them, only to get three in him at vital areas; the abdomen, his right leg, and just above his heart. He was losing blood. Fast.
But the strange thing was, despite the fact that everything sounded underwater, and he couldn't see through his blurry sight, he clearly heard Rosalita's voice again in his mind, the sound of pleading and fear in her voice.
"Pietro!" Rosalita's scared voice cried out. "Pietro, stay with us, c'mon! Please, I need you! Wanda needs you. . .your daughter needs you!"

My daughter. . .

Pietro was suddenly attacked with memories of Rosalita and Petra, just before he left with Wanda to get experimented on. When they welcomed baby Petra into the world, witnessing the first steps Petra gave, the sounds of his lover and his daughter's laughter, their bright smiles, the times when little Petra would call out for her 'Papa' and 'Mama'. . .
Pietro wasn't aware that he wasn't breathing for a couple of seconds until he opened his eyes quickly with a gasp, taking a deep breath in. "Rosalita. . .Petra. . ." He just woke up from the blood loss before it was too late; he could feel the life draining out of him before he woke up. He had to wake up. He needed to see Rosalita and his daughter again.
"Pietro! Hey! Look over here, buddy, look over here." Pietro turned his eyes to the right to see Clint staring down at him with relief, Steve behind Clint's shoulder. "Man am I glad you're alive. Your heart stopped beating for a moment!"
"R-Rosalita. . ." Pietro rasped out, ignoring the two's confused looks. "R-Rosalita. . .Pe-etra. . ."
"Who?" Clint frowned. "Rosalita Petra? Is this someone you know here?"
"N-no. . ." Pietro groaned. "Rosalita. . .Petra. . ."
"Do you mean Rosalita and Petra?" Steve clarified. Pietro closed his eyes and whispered out a yes. "Okay, do you know where they are? Hey-hey, come on kid, stay awake."
"Rosalita. . .Petra. . ." Pietro said louder, as if calling for them. "Mishka. . .printeśa. . ."
"We got to find this 'Rosalita' and 'Petra'." Steve mumbled.
"Are you sure he's not just talking whack?" Clint questioned him, waving medics over.
"Clint, he just woke up after not breathing for a minute." Steve retorted. "He must of thought he was gonna die and now that he's awake, he wants to see these people."
"Okay, okay!" Clint held his hands up in surrender. "I'll try to find those two, and you stay here with Pietro, okay?"
"Got it." Steve nodded, taking his place when Clint moved away. Clint sighed in exhaustion and looked around - as if that would help.
"I'm looking for a Rosalita and Petra. Anyone know a Rosalita and Petra? Rosalita and Petra, I need to speak with you!"

***

Months later. . .
"Pietro."
"Hmm?" Pietro snapped his head up from looking at the ground to look at his sister. Wanda had a look of concern on her face. "What is it, Wanda?"
"You've been daydreaming lately, and not focussed on missions or tasks." Wanda stated. "Not only am I seeing this, so are the others."
"I'm fine, it's just -" Pietro sighed, wiping his face tiredly. "Clint and the others didn't find the two anywhere on the carriers. Where were they? Did they move town, or did they. . ." Pietro trailed off, swallowing back a lump that was forming at the back of his throat. He didn't want to think that maybe the two died from the battle. Pietro couldn't live with that thought. "I just want to see them again. I heard Rosalita's voice in my head during the battle. I thought she would have been there. She was in my mind, telling me to live."
"It might have just been your imagination." Wanda explained quietly. "Pietro, we might just have to accept the fact that they're gone -"
"INTRUDERS! INTRUDERS!" An alarm beeped loudly, interrupting their conversation. They stared at each other for a moment before moving into action. Pietro lifted Wanda into his arms and zoomed to their uniforms.
They arrived outside of the Avengers base to see all of the Avengers (except for Banner and Thor for obvious reasons) standing there with a look of bafflement on their faces. "What is it?" Wanda asked them. They came to their side and understood why they were baffled. Standing in front of them was just a small six-year-old girl. Pietro would have not thought about her much if it wasn't for the familiar characteristics.
"Raven dark hair. . ." he murmured. "Pale skin, her eyes. . ."
"One is gold and one is blue. . ." Wanda realised. And then the girl spoke.
"Papa!" The girl suddenly started running towards Pietro. "Papa!"
"Petra?" Pietro wondered. He felt his breathing escalate in hope. "Petra? Petra!"
Pietro met her halfway and lifted her easily into his arms, bringing her into a tight hug. "Oh Petra!" Pietro breathed out in joy. "Oh I missed you so much, printeśa!"
"Papa!" Petra cried out happily. "I found you!"
"How?" Pietro asked her, pulling her away so they could see each other's face. "Where's your mother? Is she here?"
"I'll get Mama!" and then without another word, Petra hopped out of his arms and disappeared before their eyes.