[the avengers ➼ imagines]

pietro maximoff ≫ ultron

word count: 806
requested by: Brookechook007 
pairing: pietro x brooke
warnings: death also im sorry this took so long to upload im rubbish at this

"I think that's the last of them." Cap called through your earpiece.

Your eyes scanned the area, praying not to see any stragglers left behind. Just as you were about to run onto the helicarrier when a strangled scream defeated your right ear.

"Cap, what was that?" You asked, running to where he was.

"There's a kid still out there." He replied, your body filling with dread. You ran even faster to reach where he was.

As you came upon the scene, your heart dropped, Ultron was in the jet plane firing hundreds of rounds of bullets and Clint and the kid were in the firing line.

You ran, pushing yourself faster than you ever could, hoping to reach them in time to help.

Everything happened so fast, there was a gust of wind and when you opened your eyes, the bullets were gone. You looked around, desperately trying to find Clint and the boy.

You eyes swelled with tears when you found a completely different sight. Pietro was standing over the two, who had been protected by a turned over car, he was covered in bullets, his face devoid of emotion.

"You didn't see that coming?" He choked out, before his body dropped to the ground, completely limp.

"Pietro! No!" You screamed, running toward him.

You knelt beside him trying to feel for his heart beat, for anything that would indicate that he was alive. Your vision was blurred from your tears.

"Brooke, he's gone, there's nothing we can do." Clint rest his hand upon your shoulder.

"No!" You lashed out, pushing him away. The boy had now ran off to his mother. "He saved your life! Now we have to help him." You cried.

You turned back around, knowing what you could do. You knelt down once again, this time pressing your hands onto his chest, over his bullet wounds.

"Brooke..." Clint began. "Don't do that, he's gone." Clint ordered, knowing what you were going to do.

You closed your eyes, slowing your breathing. You focused your mind on Pietro and his wounds, you blocked out any other sounds.

Slowly, you felt as his wounds transferred onto your body, piercing your skin. You tried to hold your composure, wanting to make sure every last bullet sound left his body.

"Brooke, stop it!" Clint yelled but he knew if he was to touch you, he could end up leaving both you and Pietro dead.

You opened your eyes slowly, your breathing becoming slower. A faint smile crossed your lips when you saw Pietro's eyes open.

"Brooke?" He questioned, confused.

Before you could even answer, your body dropped down beside him, his injuries overcoming you.

"What happened? What's wrong with her?" Pietro sat up, trying to shake you awake.

"Cap, I need you here now. Brooke used her powers to take Pietro's injuries. Anyone else that is around, get here now! We need to get off this damn city!" Clint ordered.

"She did what?" Pietro cried, shocked.

"Discuss it with her later, you will because she's going to make it but only if you pull yourself together and help." Clint ordered Pietro, who nodded in response.

Clint picked up your body, holding you in his arms but making sure not to touch any of your wounds, which was difficult because there was a lot.

"Don't you die on me, Brooke."

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A dull aching sensation in your abdomen slowly aroused you from your deep sleep.

You flicked open your eyes, your bedroom coming into sight, except it was covered in medical equipment and there was a lot of beeping sounds.

"Brooke? You're awake?" Pietro sat up, a happy grin on his face.

"Pietro, what happened?" You asked, your throat croaking, probably from the lack of fluids you'd drank.

"You saved my life, Brooke, but you almost lost yours. You're crazy, please never do that again." He laughed nervously, but you could see the pain in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't let you die." You apologised, recalling the events of Ultron.

"What matters is that you're safe and that I'm safe." His hand gently stroked your cheek.

There was a comfortable silence between you both as to stared into on another's eyes. Pietro leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your chapped lips.  You slowly lifted your frail hand up, tangling your fingers into his silver hair.

You both pulled away, smiles on your faces, you had wanted to do that for the longest time.

"All it took was the both of us dying to get you to kiss me." Pietro joked, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Shut up." You laughed.

"I would do that again, Pietro, if it meant being with you." You spoke up.

"I know you would, Brooke but please don't risk yourself for me. I'll be a lot more careful." He smirked.