Numb to the Feeling | Pietro Maximoff

Part one

"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
And ain't nothing in this world for free
No, I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
Oh, no, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good."

Pietro listened to this while he was driving his new, blue Honda down the motorway. A few miles later he saw a sign which showed him the right direction to California. He thought, he could rest there a little before he continue his way to LA. The plan was easy. Just settle down in Los Angeles for as long as it takes him to recover from the shock, and  later go back to the Avengers. Not that hard to complete.

As he arrived to the motel he previously choosed, he parked his car, and got to the reception. The receptionist showed him his room and told the man that dinner starts at 7 pm. Pietro needed to be alone so he decided to not go down for dinner. Instead he stayed upstairs and thought about the events. He still can't believe that Wanda saved him from the bullets in the last minute. When he decided to save Clint, he thought that he will die here but don't give a fuck. Clint would've done the same for him and Wanda even though they just met about a couple of hours earlier. But the fact that he survived couldn't get out of his head. He was thinking of it all day.

Around nine, he found himself very tired. He was so exhausted that he put on his headphones and started to listenimg some chill music and fell asleep. However a few hours later he woke up. He couldn't make himself to get more sleep so started to watch Brooklyn Nine Nine hoping this will switch his brain off.

And he was right. He watched only one epidode before his eyelids closed.
The next morning Pierto was sufficiently rested thanks to sleeping. After a quick breakfast he was ready to continue his trip to LA.

While he was driving on the road memories came back from that day. People screaming, the moving Sokovia, the smell of death...
Pietro got sick. He needed a break, and a place where he could vomit. He stopped the car and got out of it. When he breathed in fresh air he calmed down. For now he had to forget Sokovia and everything that reminded him of that day.
So Pietro took the SD card out of his phone. He didn't switch off the phone cause he wanted to listen to music and watch TV series.
He didn't want to see his friends chatting happily while he is not doing well.

After a few hours later he arrived in Los Angeles. In an other situation he would be happy and excited to be here but now he just wanted a bed to sleep in and a quiet place to be alone. That's why he rented a room far from the city centre.

The little appartment he got was very friendly but not that decorated. The walls were light blue and it contained only a few pieces of furniture. There was a kitchen, a bedroom, a little living room and a barhroom. And luckily, the fridge wasn't totally empty so Pietro could eat something before going to bed.

The bed he got was comfortable and unbelievely soft. After a quick shower Pietro lay down on the bed and fell asleep  calmly. Now nothing could bother him about the events in Sokovia...

He thought wrong.