Toxic. [a Pietro Maximoff fanfiction]

[Chapter 8]

I perched calmly on the edge of the wooden kitchen chair, staring intently at the phone, currently calling the number that would change my life forever.

Ring.

This is it.

Ring.

Its going to happen.

Ring.

I can't believe it.

Ring.

I wonder if they have onion rings.

"Hello, Pizza Hut, what would you like to order today?"

Gasping, I rushed to pick up the phone at an astonishing speed - scanning the menus once more to confirm my order.

"Hi! I would like a three chicken supreme pizzas to rent, please." I replied, excitement laced in my voice.

"Uhh, okay. Anything else?"

"Loaded wedges with cheese and jalapeño's, please?"

"Is that everything?"

"Yup." A smile rising at the corners of my mouth."Oh, and I've got another pizza delivery on the other line so I'm going to buy from whoever has the best offer. What's the price?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line before he replied. "£12.75"

"Congratulations! You win!" I shouted just after telling him the address, (stark tower is hard to miss, right?) then cutting him off before he could reply.

I decided to go and talk to the others while I waited for about half an hour before my food arrive so I strolled to the elevator and clicked a random button, hoping they'd be there seeing as JARVIS was out of use or 'killed in action.' From Ultron going all mighty and powerful on us.

As I entered a room, as I heard voices coming from a direction, so I thought, why not?My ears pricked up at the mentioning of Ultron, once again. Steve and another agent were in the room.

"He's all over the globe. Robotics labs, weapons facilities, jet propulsion labs, reports of a metal man, or men, coming in and emptying the place." Said the women with short dark brown- almost black- hair; Agent Maria Hill.

"Fatalities?" Asked Steve, looking concerned.

"Only when engaged. Mostly guys left in a fugue state going on about old memories, worst fears, and something too fast to see."

My mind instantly traveled to the boy I unfortunately met at the hydra battle. The place I first talked to the avengers, whom I can now call acquaintances (even if I annoy the hell out of them, but I do that to almost everyone, so it's fine.) but I thought it's funny, weird even, that even though the speedy man I met at that battle was supposedly an enemy and a stranger, I can't seem to get him out of my head when he's mentioned. Which scares me a lot. I'm not afraid of a lot of things anymore but, as cliche as it sounds, becoming attached to someone terrifies me. Even though I know I'm probably never even going to talk to him again.

"Well, that makes sense he'd go to them, they have someone in common." The patriotic man spoke, sounding sure of himself and his hands clutching a file, which held information on  the twins they're talking about.

I took a seat on the table opposite them, so I was facing them, and my legs swinging back and forth seeing as I'm too small to touch the ground when I do that.

"Not anymore." she hands Steve a tablet and I lent to the left to be able to see what was on it. When I saw, my eyes widened a little. It showed a photo of Strucker's dead body with the word PEACE written in blood on the wall next to him. He deserved what he got. I've not hated many people before, but I've had a long history with him- the way I am now is because of him. I know it's wrong, but I felt quite smug seeing him dead and gone.