"You have come to the crossroads of your destiny.
It is time for you to choose.
It is time for you to choose good."
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{Pietro Maximoff x OC}
{AOU,CA:CW, A:IW}
DISCONTINUED & LARGELY UNEDITED 🧡
I shove some clothes into the bag, my purse, first aid kit and equipment. Thank god the avengers have a private jet, courtesy of stark, or it would take me a year to get through security.
I zip the bag up.
Flinging my self on the bed beside it, I close my eyes. Maybe I can catch a few winks before liftoff. I rub my fists against my eyes and yawn. I didn't realise how tired I was.
My door opens with a small click.
"Love?"
"Mmhm." I hum softly, my eyes still shut.
The mattress dips as Pietro sits next to me. A warm hand tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, before brushing my cheek.
"What are you doing love?"
"Sleeping." I say opening a single eye.
Pietro pouts, making me giggle.
"I mean the bag, love." He says softly, but a tinge of fear is laced in. His hand entwines with mine. "Are you leaving?"
I push myself up onto my elbows.
"Steve is going to London, to a funeral. I made him let me go with him. He needs a friend."
He raises a perfect eyebrow.
" You have to go right now?" He says sadly, like a small child.
I move into his arms, leaning against his warm body. I count our breaths together as our hearts beat in time. His arms encircle my waist as he gently presses a kiss into my temple. A nervous tingle runs down my skin.
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"I will miss you, my love."
I raise my head to look him in the eyes. As my eyes meet his own electric blues, time seems to slow.
The corner of his lips lift into a lobsided smile. That Maximoff smile...It makes my breath falter. I can't imagine a world where I am not by his side. We almost missed out on this.
His eyes take in my face, memorising every feature, glowing with soft intensity.
As we close the gap between us, I feel wonderfully at home.
"Kat are you ready-oh sorry.." Steve Rogers stutters as he appears at the door.
Pietro and I break apart, like guilty schoolchildren. I giggle when I see Steve facing the other way, placing a hand on Pietro's chest.
