LOVE & WAR | pietro maximoff

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We let the waters rise
We drifted to survive
I needed you to stay
But I let you drift away
My love where are you? My love where are you?
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Pietro and Wanda were supposed to be sleeping, the two were laying down in their new room- courtesy of Ultron and his bots.

They had been given new rooms, they were camped out at the old Hydra base where the two had spent the last year and a half at. Though they weren't under going experiments anymore, they were Prince and Princess of the castle, Ultron the king.

Pietro was wide awake, staring at the cement ceiling. He hadn't been sleeping a lot recently, more so than his twin. While Wanda was snoozing next to him on her side of the bed, her hair a tangled mess on the pillow since she chose not to tie it up while she slept. He laid there, on his back while his thoughts ran a million miles an hour.

He was surprised Wanda wasn't hitting him upside the head because his "thoughts were too loud and she couldn't focus on sleeping" but she had somehow managed to pass right out the moment her head hit that pillow.

Not that he minded, he couldn't help thinking and he couldn't help that she could read his mind. It's not like they got to choose exactly what they got when they were experimented on, he would've chosen something like the ability to see the future or something. But that was aside from the moment, his mind was racing with thoughts of the Avengers white haired witch.

He couldn't help his feelings for the girl, just like he couldn't help the images of her flashing in his mind like a movie. He imaged him and her together, how much he wanted that- it almost ached. He just wished that they weren't on opposite ends of the battle field. That and the fact that she was working wit him- Tony Stark.

He felt his anger flare at the very thought of that horrible man, and the worst part about him was that he had no clue what he had done to Wanda and Pietro. How he had destroyed their lives on that fateful day, the missile, the hole, his parents, Wanda and him being face to face with one of his missiles. It made Pietro feel helpless and made his blood pressure rise with anxiety at the mere thought of that day.

But aside from the death of their parents, the whole situation had made warriors out of the Maximoff twins.

The two were not only inseparable after that night, they also grew up a lot. They were forced to figure out how to survive on their own, without their parents.

A flash of icy blue eyes flashed behind Pietros eyes, Nysas eyes.

He let out a heavy breath, he couldn't ever be with her- even though he yearned for the touch of her skin on his. It would never be possible, him and Wanda were helping Ultron take down the Avengers- and Nysa Fair was an Avenger.

Pietro would have to help kill her, and the very thought of hurting Nysa brought a wave of fear and sadness course through Pietros system. Feelings like he was being dunked in a tub of ice water, or when he would stand too close to the fire. It just hurt, and it was shocking. The idea of hurting the white haired beauty, hurt him.

He had never felt this way about a woman before, sure had had his first kiss and his firsrt crush and his first time...But none had left him feeling like the way he was feeling for Nysa, as corny as it had sounded- he had secretly hoped they would run into the Avengers again, just so he could see her. He was yearning for the sight of her like he was waiting to see a piece of Art at a museum. Like she was the first sign of civilization after being lost in the desert, like she was the sign of hope in a world of pain. And he craved her touch, he had never wanted to hold someone's hand as badly as he did with Nysa-just something innocent. He wanted to feel her hands on his cheeks again, to feel her warmth flow from her to him like it had the other day when she healed him.

He was going insane for Nysa.

And for some reason, he was completely and utterly okay with going insane for the witch.

But he was sure that the next time the two sides crossed paths,

it was going to be the end of the Avengers.

The end of Nysa Fair.

And that did not sit well with Pietro.