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REMEMBER ME.
001. | ❛ fallen hacker. ❜

PIETRO KEPT HIMSELF NAILED TO THE BURIAL SITE OF THE FALLEN RUE FENIX. THE CHISELED NAME ON THE GRAVESTONE WAS ALWAYS WHAT BROUGHT TEARS TO HIS EYES; IT DIDN'T MATTER IF IT COMPROMISED THE DEFINITION OF A MAN, NOBODY IN THE WORLD WOULD UNDERSTAND WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO LOSER HER. Pietro was taught one thing which was to stand high and cry behind closed doors, because behind those doors nobody could see the weakness plaguing him. While he managed to maintain stronger in tough times, his heart took over his mind.

He knew he wouldn't maintain his composure much longer because it wasn't just one day that he yearned for her, but not seeing her radiant smile everyday or the way she'd play along with their childish flirting. Everything that once seemed normal was no longer because her image disappeared.
No matter where he sped off to, he couldn't escape that everyplace had a tie to Rue.

Forget me nots hung from his hand before placing them on top of the other pair he had left yesterday; Rue always told him that it was her favorite flower because of the ironic name that it was given, and joked that she'd want those flowers on her tombstone as a way of remembering her. That memory clung to his mind whenever purchasing the blue flowers, and stung him almost every time.

Pietro dropped to his knees with his eyes welling up from being face to face with the name Rue Fenix.
Tears streamed his face with his chest contracting as he sobbed. He had hoped that this time another he would be able to stay something. Anything at all to the love of his life. Yet every time he failed to get one word out without falling apart. He ran his hand under his eyes and tried to utter out an emotional sentiment.

"Hello, my хакер. I brought you forget-me-nots since I knew they were your favorite. But it's getting harder knowing the reasoning behind it, because it makes our story even more tragic."

Outstretching his hand to place on her name, Pietro bit his bottom lip looking down and feeling the painful sensation of heartbreak and loss all over again. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

The ragged breaths of Rue continued to get more hoarse and heavier as they were heard through the comms of each of the Avengers. All of them knew that a fight was going down on her end, and that she was discovered by a Hydra agent in the bunker; they'd call her name for a response but only silence would come from her end. They knew that Pietro had left in search of his lover, and nobody could deny the fact that two lovers heart beat as one because if anything were to happen to Rue, Pietro would blame himself.

Steve and Natasha chased after the speedster to the control room where Rue was left to lower the security walls and inform them of any agents coming their way. While she was paying attention to them, she wasn't paying attention to her own safety. Neither one of them wanted to imagine the worst case scenario but in a job like theirs, there were no best case scenarios.

Once in the control room, Rue was the first thing they saw alongside a Hydra agent pressing a knife to her throat. The trio took a collective step forward before they heard the taunting of the agent. He towered over Rue as they took one step back, the knife tighter on her throat.

"Take one more step and she dies." He warned gripping Rue tightly as she tried to squirm away, but his strength overpowered hers. "Although she would make a great person to experiment on. She has the feisty character and she isn't so bad to look at."

His grim fingers pushed her hair to the side, and the visible anger on Pietro's face was one that didn't look like he can hold on to very long. His fingers were clenched and a stern look radiated his whole persona as he watched the man took Rue.

"We have this base taken down. Your buddies aren't going to come and save you." Natasha informed him. "It's in your best interest to let her go."

The agent laughed vigorously pressing the knife closer to her threat, where she let out a whimper and held the tears in. "This isn't for the organization. This little bitch turned my life upside down. My wife and kid left me because of her little abilities. If anything she deserves what I'm going to do. The world would be better off without her."

Rue summoned the training that she had when working with the Avengers in case of an emergency, and turned the Hydra agent's hand around and grabbed the gun from his belt, knocking him in the head with the butt. The man fell senseless, and Rue exhaled graciously before running into Pietro's arms.

"Are you alright?" He frantically asked examining any other cuts or bruises she could've gotten in their time apart.

She held both sides of his cheeks in her hands before pressing a series of short kisses on his lips, "I'm fine."

"If you guys want to quit being the lovers of the team, we have to head back to the jet." Steve told them, and an immediate nod proceeded from the both of them.

Rue and Pietro held hands as they walked out of the room. The warmth of her hands warming up his cold ones, until he felt a weight pulling down his arm.

A shot rang through the room, and Rue fell to the floor instantly holding her abdomen as it piled the floor with her blood. Pietro fell to his knees attending to her as every passing moment, she found it harder to breath with each passing moment. Her shirt was still staining with her blood, as he needed to move quick; something he knew how to do well.

"Rue, hold on. I'm going to lift you."

Rue groaned and winced at the slightest movement that he made, clenching her teeth as hard as he could to prevent herself from screaming. "Pietro, you and I both know that I'm not going to make it."

"No, you aren't going to die. Not today." His words started to sound  distant to her, with the colors around her becoming darker and fuller, as each breath took more effort than the last.

"Pietro, I love you." She managed to get out in her last minutes. He completely came undone as she uttered them, still having hope that she could pull through.

"I love you, too." But when he looked down at her again, she was much paler with her eyes closed: his hand touched her cheek which was now cold to his warm touch, and he could no longer find a pulse.

And that's when Pietro let out a cry for the fallen hacker.

Full tears were running down his face, his body now decomposed into a wreck. He couldn't go to sleep without that moment haunting his mind forever. He pressed a kiss to the rustic marble of the tombstone, "I'm sorry that I couldn't save you."