Marvel Imagines

Broken Buildings | Pietro Maximoff

"Y/n? Y/n!?" Pietro shouted, looking for you once the last enemy had fallen. "Has anyone seen y/n!?"
Clint looked over in concern.
"I think I saw them getting kids out of a building a few blocks to your east," Steve said, his face focused as he tried to recall seeing you.
Pietro rushed in the direction Steve had said, slowing down and carefully studying the buildings.
One, in particular, caught his attention; there was a rough hole in the building like something, or someone, had crashed through it.
Pietro found an entrance and stepped inside. The place was probably once beautiful, but now chunks of debris littered the area. Pieces of the wooden banister from the staircase had fallen to the floor, and there were more holes in the walls on the inside.
"Y/n?" Pietro called hesitantly, looking through the room.
Getting no response, he looked through each room of the downstairs, calling your name each time before moving on to the upstairs.
"Y/n?" Pietro called again, panic rising in his voice.
He got to the room overlooking the street he'd entered the house from. "Y/n, where are you?"
"P-Pietro?" your voice croaked out.
Pietro turned to see you sitting with your back against the wall in the corner of the room. Your fingers were bleeding, you had a few cuts on your face, and your eyes were drooping; you were absolutely exhausted.
"Y/n!" Pietro rushed over to you and knelt in front of you. "Are you okay?"
You took a few seconds to answer. "Think so"
"Guys I found y/n," Pietro spoke to the Avengers through his earpiece.
"Can you stand?" he asked, looking concerned.
"Possibly," you responded, even your voice sounded exhausted.
Pietro stood and helped you up, putting an arm around you to steady you.
"Let's get back to the jet," he said. You nodded and the two of you started walking towards where the team was waiting -- Pietro supporting you so that you wouldn't fall.