The Maximoffs

chapter four

Authors note: First off, I want to give my deepest gratitude to everyone who has read it and even voted. Never did I think so many people would even read it. Second, I want to apologies to everyone who has been waiting for me to upload, continue and finish the book. I don't have an excuse on why I never continued but what made me continue was you guys. You, the reader, sparked joy in me again in my writing. Seeing you guys comment, that you want me to finish the book; it got me excited again. I will be updating more frequently, now that I have finished school early due to social distancing and the virus. I have a lot of time on my hands now. So with that all being said, here is chapter four. 

- C  
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Aurora's POV:
We ended up going back to the city that we were raised. It seems so foreign but then yet again, I was very little when we left this place.It was home but It wasn't really home. The physicality of home still remains, even after the bombings. But the idea of home; it was gone. I had a broken home now, it was somewhat balanced with Pietro and Wanda and I being together and with one and another, but no security and no reassurance. That's what home is. We have one half of the equation, we just need the other.

It was dark. It was around eight or nine at night, walking around and through the marketplace, trying to blend in as much as possible.

Every once in a while, Pietro would go off to do a little trick and run off. He help this woman grab something, but in such a flirting matter. Charming and enthusiastic, he is. He would then come running back towards us as if nothing happened.

" Pietro, if you keep doing that you're going to get us caught," Wanda scold at him for his actions.

Pietro snickered, " Oh come on don't worry about it and I'm faster than them remember? Anyways, no one is going to catch us here."

Though I was far away from them, I could still hear and read their conversations. I'm sitting on a rock close to a church, wanting to not be around people. Because of what they did to me, I'm so used to being in a room with no one and only a bed and with objects. Objects that I can levitate, break or manipulate somehow. I was even very foreign with Pietro and Wanda. Even though they wanted to protect me and conceal me from any harm, I didn't really care. I know they wanted what's best for me.

" Excuse me? There is a man in the church that wants you."

How strange. This little boy just told me something and then ran off. I got up and turned towards the church, slowly walking in. I wanted to be cautious in case, the man tried something.

"Hello?"

Totally silence. But I did feel a presence.

"Hello?"

Again. Nothing.

" You know? I found almost nothing on you in Strucker's experiments."

I was startled by the deep, monotone voice speaking towards me. The man was sitting upon this high chair.

" I don't understand what you're talking about," I replied, trying to conceal any concern in my voice. 

" It's okay. Your brother and sister are coming."

I could immediately feel Wanda's presence as the man spoke those words.

"Don't you ever do that again. What if someone would've kidnapped you?" She scolded as. Almost a bit offended, I responded," Both you and I know that would've never happened."