Chapter 38 - Dreams and secrets

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From that night, black, blue and silver became more frequent colour schemes in clothing and makeup.

I'm thinking, what if I could fool the world into thinking that I had died, pretending to save Pietro and then I could be Quicksilver.

I could get plastic surgery and gender change.

I could pay for it with one of Tony's, many, credit cards.

Since I was a little girl, I've always wanted to be Quicksilver.

I won't even tell the Avengers. I'll give them the fake backstory.

Yeah!

I'll book it tomorrow...

I can't tell a soul...

Not even Bucky or Steve.

(Tomorrow...)

"Yes. I would like to have the surgery as soon as possible. Later!? Yes, sorry. I can do later today. What time? yeah, I can do 3:00 in the morning. Thanks bye." I ended the call with a sigh.

"What's up?" Bucky asked.

"Nothing. Just, stress." I said, walking back to my room.

I need to find his old uniform and make fake scars where he got shot.

Fucking HYDRA.

They've destroyed many lives, including: Mine, Wanda's, Pietro's, Bucky's and other innocent people.

(2:59...)

1 minute to go.

"Miss Barnes." Said the nurse.

I stood up and walked over to her as she began to talk.

"Now, you understand that you will not be able to transition back to what you are right now?"

"Yes I do."

"Good. Now, let's get you changed and ready for the surgery." She said, gesturing for me to follow.

(At the end of the surgery. 'Cause I'm lazy.)

Looking in the mirror, I can't believe that this is now me!

All I have to do now is change my name and stuff and then explain to everyone else...

(At the Avengers tower.)

"Miss Maximoff, I believe there is a visitor waiting for you in the lobby." Said the AI.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"My scanners cannot see a face. All I can see is a few tufts of silvery white hair with a deep brown at the roots." 

"It can't be, can it?" She wondered.

"Pietro?" The rest of the team said, saying her thoughts out loud.

When I said 'stuff' earlier, it technically meant: Going to HYDRA to get a copy of Pietro's DNA and injecting myself with it.

So I now have all his powers and abilities.

Wanda ran as fast as she could to the lobby and took one look at my face and ran straight into my arms.

"Pietro!" She squealed, crushing my ribs.

"Wanda!" I called, as to not make it obvious.

"Guys, where's Becky?" Asked Steve.

I ran to my room and quickly wrote a note saying that HYDRA had taken and killed me.

Running back, everyone was looking for some sort of clue, hoping that this was all a big game.

"Guys. I found a note attached to an outfit similar to Cap's." I said, handing the note to Bucky.

"It's true." Was all he said.

They all broke out in tears, I tried my best to comfort them as I rushed them all back to their rooms and tucked them up and left them with a tub of their favourite ice cream and film.

I did this for the following week.

"You know," Said Wanda. "She had this around her neck ever since she died." As she handed me the chain with a picture of me and the real Pietro kissing at a picnic in Siberia.

"You should've seen her on the last Halloween. She dressed up as you." She said, handing me the photo we took in October.

I couldn't help it, I cried.

(I'm about to cry writing it...)

(I'm now going to write this as if Becky was a completely different person and that she's now come to believe that she's the real Pietro.)

Becky's funeral was two weeks after we found out and it was really upsetting.

As one of the people she knew the most, I was called up in front of everybody.

"I may not have known her for very long, but she was one of the two people I could trust. And with that, we never told anyone but, I actually proposed to her after 3 months of dating her, and I will never take this ring off as right now I'm not ready. But, I may never be ready. My favourite memory of her would be, when we went for a trip to Disney land and she got me to stand with a someone who was dressing up as me because she thought it was funny." I finished, giving a low chuckle at the silly memory.

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