Arrows (Hawksilver)

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sorry that I'm late I used google translate for my Russin sorry to native speakers :/ I hope you all enjoy some spideypool. warning there is a slight hint of starker. I do not ship!! but Wade is angry so please don't hate! this part is brought to you by twin size mattress the front bottoms 

(Wade)
Clint dragged me back to Starkie's home. I pretty much ignored him and went to Peter.
"PETEY!" I called seeing him go blank as I walked up.
"Wade the hell are you doing here!" oh he's angry!
"Peter whos your friend?" Stark asked looking over me and his face fell.
"What's he doing here?" he gave me a sickening glare.
"Yeah peter what's he doing here?" I mocked the way stark talk and held himself, too arrogant.
"Mr Stark, he's my....friend..." Peter trailed off and my heart sank.
"More than that," I hissed at Peter and he downright ignored me! I felt my heart sink. Down down down....
"What was that?" he asked, raising one eyebrow at me.
"What stark? Jealous? First little ol' steven leaves you for the Buckminster, then Petey here for me, who next? Strange? Someone else? Gonna go hit on Pietro? Maybe Clint? Your science bro? Anyone but that wife of yours!" I could taste the venom coming off my words, they burnt.
"Go. get out. Clint get your rat of a friend out! Stay the hell away from peter too!" Stark yelled, i looked at Peter, waiting for him to stand up for me. Nothing...nothing.....oh. I walked towards Clint's room, grabbed his arm and dragged him out.
"Lets go unalive some fuckers," I muttered, walking outside the awful building. Clint didn't notice I was upset. He was after Pietro, had I been like...this...god disgusting. Caring? And trying? Not being a slacker? I could feel the sicken feeling of heartbreak crawl around my gut.
"Wade we need to work out where he is!" he looked around frantically like we'd find Pietro just standing in the garden, a stupid grin, and blowing off the worry with: jeez old man i'm not a kid. I'm not spider-man, i'm no baby!
Clint would probably say something and be angry, then hug the kid. Gross.

(Clint)
Where could he be? Where are they hiding him? Why do they want him? His speed ...but why! It's been days.....we're wasting time. We can't keep this up!
I looked around, we need something that could help find him...Wonda, she could find him. His little sister. Easily, she's like in his brain right? They are like the same person...but he's just better. I fumble with my phone.
"Wonda," i asked into the phone, not even opening it yet. I could feel the hope taking over. Don't give me hope. Please.
One, two, three rings.
"Hello?" she sounded like she was out somewhere.
"Can you find Pietro?" I asked tapping the ground angrily.
"Clint i'm outside the base, stay where you are," she hung up.
Fucking maximoffs.
I looked at Wade how was staring at his phone.
"Found them," Wade didn't even get to finish before I took off, grabbing motorbike from the shed, where Steve kept his very important bike, that we need more.
"On," I said, holding the small set of keys in my hand.
"Oo she's sexy," Wade said, closing his phone, a picture of peter flashing, before it went dark.
"Hurry up," I don't have time to waste. "Wait...where are we going?" it suddenly hit me, we where running a suicide mission to save two stupid twins who may already be dead, and we gonna go throw ourselves into harms way....to find two dead bodies?
"Warehouse, just outside New York, 3, maybe 4-hour drive from here, depends on how many laws you fallow, Clint"
"Hurry up," I shook my head slowly, and started up the bike, the low growl ringing in my ears. He sat behind me, his hands holding the back of the bike.
"Do you know how to drive this thing?" Wade asked his head now over my shoulder arms wrapping tightly around me.
"....uh yeah of course" I lied and started the bike, moving forward.
Just like a bicycle.
The bike speed forward, we titled but stayed up right, and i started down the road, a trail of dust being left behind us. Wade kicked his legs out, almost like he thought he could fly.
"Legs in! That's gonna slow us down," I shouted over the wind.
"Clint car," Wade screamed in my ear, I swarved, fast feeling the wind of the other vehicle push us dangerously close to crashing. Wade was luaghing his stupid ugly face off.
"Wade, shut up!" I could help but laugh slightly. We on a suicied mission to save someone i can't stand to care about. Clint you stupid Gay shit. Why do you have to love him? Why him? Why you gotta blame him?
Wade poked me hard in the ribs, being my focus back to the road.
"Don't get us killed Barton, you can realize your feelings when we off the bike," His voice sound far away, probably the wind fault, i wanted to check to make sure my hearing aids where in, but the thought of taking my hands off the moving death trap sound like a horrible idea. We were easily going 30 km over the speed limit and the fact i greatly didn't know what the hell I'm doing. Then there was an explosion followed by a pop. just like Pietro's... and snakey blue lines running past, expect faster than before. So much faster.

(Pietro)
I ran through the crowd shopping mall, carrying the bomb, oh god. People get out ...I'm so sorry. I placed in neatly under the chair and took off out of the busy mall, running back to hydra arriving back in mere moments, huffing, and my body tight. The added speed was nice, but boy do i wish i blow up right now. I killed innocents. I was quickly dragged back inside, I was their perfect weapon, i was linked to the avengers, but I was now one of them. Nobody would suspect Quicksilver the Sokovian hero. I wish they would. I wish someone would just end me, before I commit worse crimes. They dragged me back to the cell, throwing me to the ground with a thud. My body already aching as I hit the solid concert. How will you sleep at night? After this? How many children did you kill!
When they walked in I didn't fight them, i just let my limp legs be dragged behind me. They sat me in the hard metal chair and then man face told me I'd done something wrong.
"NOBODY DIED! YOU IDIOT!" he screamed and i felt the rush. The rush of relief.
"The damage isn't even enough to get the important avengers attention. Just that bloody hawkeye and he basically gave you to us,"
My jaw dropped, I felt the shock pull at my chest, breaking my breathing, a lump forming my throat, I tried to swallow, my throat felt like something sickly sweet was sliding down it. The sweetness was choking.
"He...he gave me to you?" my voice comes out wobbly, pathic, like a small child, who was scared shitless.
"Oh he did, your buddy? He's no buddy of yours, you wanna take him out don't you? He helped with the end of your parent Pietro, he lied to you, every little thing he did for you, he was just lying, he hates you! Are you that stupid? To think someone cares about a mutant like you?" he let out a little chuckle. "You want him dead don't you Pietro?" his voice come out slowly, the words seemed to hang in the air.
"Like nothing else,"

(Clint)
There Debary was small, a few were injured, one boy had a limp broken arm, and a few cuts and bruises, but there were no dead bodies. Wade walked around guns out, ready to shoot anyone who looks suspicious.
"Hawkeye! Hawkeye!" A small boy yelled waving me over, I ran over thinking he found someone hurt, or hurt himself.
"Yes?" I asked looking around, waiting for masses of blood to be around, or to see Pietro's body crippled and dead.
"I saw Quicksilver, just before the bomb went off, he was carrying a box!" the boy sounded amazed. I felt my body twitch, but I held my composure. Not wanting to look broken.
"Yeah? Okay buddy go find your mum and dad, ''I looked around.
"There there!" he yelled pointing at too men.
"Dad! PA!" he yelled, waving at the two men they come running over grabbing the small boy gripping him to their chests.
"Don't do that again!" one man said, burying his face into the boys blonde mop of hair. I took a step back. Wade.
He stood out like a sore thumb, skipping around holding a pair of guns loosely in his hands.
"Wade we have to find Pietro, Quicksilver, whatever you call him!" I couldn't help but feel the doubt eat at my gut. Was Pietro with...hydra? Again? Where we are against each other again? Is this going to turn into one hell of a fight.
Wade and I took off, leaving the mess that was the shopping mall, heading back to the amboned bike, that now lay on it's side. This had put us greatly behind. They could be dead by now! I started the bike back up, the motor making purring to life.

(Pietro)
I throw the knife at the wall, listening to the metal Clunch it made as it pieced the wood. I wasn't one to really play with knives, but the sound the object made was satisfying, the thought of it makes that sound as it bed itself into Clint's face was oddly satisfying. Then there was a crash, and a bitter scream.
"PIETRO!" it was my sister, screaming from down the hall, and I ran, heading straight to the sound, slowing only when i saw her tied to the same chair as I had been only hours before, Her eyes rimmed with red, the skin around looking irritated and puffy.
"What are you doing to her?" I asked ignoring her pleas, her begging, her question, as to why i'm with them. There was nothing from the soldiers standing in front of me.
"Don't hurt her!" my voice boomed against the walls, and there was nothing but those words in the air.
"She will work with us," I could see the broken look in her eyes, the fear.
"No. no i won't! You kill me first! Monsters! You're all MONSTER" she screamed and thrashed, her eyes glowing bright and red. She was shaking, she started at the ropes, I had to stop her. She'll get shot...not her. Not my sister. Never hurt my sister. I grabbed her, hugging her tightly.
"Calm down," I hissed the words into her ears.
"Your not Pietro! Your someone else! You have no love, no personality! ONLY HATE," she screamed the last two words, her elbow rolling out and colldinging with my gut, then my nose. I held her arms tightly.
"I'm your older brother, stop!" I pushed her to the ground, kneeling next to her. She stop struggling just for a moment to sip out bitter words.
"Your no brother of mine,"

(clint)
We were still 2 hours from where we had to be, 2 hours where those darn Maximoffs could be dead, or change. 2 hours longer spent under Hydra's watch. I wanted to drive faster, speed even more than I already was. My phone started ringing and I felt Wade's hand reached into my pocket.
"Leave it," I hissed driving faster, almost like I could ride away from the buzzing now covering my leg. He took it out anyway.
"Wade speaking how can i fuck you over?" his voice droned into the phone.
"What? That's not how you answer!" he turned the phone off, and pushed it back into his pocket. "Wade who was that?" I asked looking at the road ahead of us instead if the fool behind me. "American Ass wants to know why we have his bike," I let out a heavy sigh and speed faster. 'Suddenly this mission has a time limit' i couldn't risk letting others find him first. "Clinton Francis barton!" It was Natasha, speaking thought the hearing aids she was screaming straight into my already damaged ears, making me grimace.
"Nat, I don't have time," I tried to not let my voice breaks. I have to find him.
"Don't Nat me!" She barked into the hearing aid, making me grimace.
"Nat, end the call or i throw my aids away," I said my voice coming out more broken this time, I hated this. She can't save you this time. The thought was slow. Making me want to stop, and close my eyes. To just go to sleep, and stop this suicide mission, go back and say sorry to my best friend. Forget about the fast silver-haired boy and his quirky sister. I revved the bike and rode faster. Pietro would be ashamed for those giving up thoughts! I speed up again, I need to cut time. I had to find him.
"Barton speeding is wrong," Wade screamed, his hands now clinging to my body like a scared cat.
"Your deadpool nothing should scare you!" my voice was blown away in the wind, flying backwards. "Your not the one who'll stay dead should we crash," I yelled the wind attacking our ears, I was ready to kill whoever tried to stop me getting him back. I have to save him! The bike swerved and a lake come into view, we were speeding closer and closer to the water. SPLASH.

(pietro)
I stood inside the building.
"I want to kill him," I spoke out loud, as if saying everything out loud would help, as if it would mean i could live now and kill the bastard. My anger made no sense, and complete. He gave you to them! He made you a monster! I want him dead. The Hydra agent walked into the cell, holding an electric stick.
"Y-you tr-try an-any th-thing an-and you-you get th-thi-this!" his voice was broken and shaky. I couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Will i stutter as much as you afterwards?" I couldn't help but smile at the younger boy now in front of me. He was quite small, maybe 18, 19, longish brown hair, hanging just over his chin, and a clear clean cut face.
"I'm Pietro, your?" I asked looking at the younger man. His pale blue eyes snaking through the fringe, covered most of his face.
"Cerrie," the boy said his stutter seemingly calmer now. His voice sounded soft from somewhere in America. "I-i know alot about y-you already, Pi ...however you say it!" he smiled slightly, a blush creeping across his pale face. I smirked at him.
"Stalker," I joked and stuck my hand out for a handshake, his hand hung back for a few moments before he stuck out his own hand.
"Nice to meet you Cerrie," i said shaking his hand.
"You too, PIet," he said grinning at me, his voice sound welcoming when calm, and speaking with freewheel.
"What's taking you so long Carrie! Where's the damn runner!" the voice called from down the hall, making Carrie jump slightly.
"Shall we?" I asked walking in front of Carrie, down the hall, towards the room that held my...my sister. Her face was tear stung, and puffy.
"What do you want?" she spat at me, anger taking over her face.
"He killed out parents," I let my voice hang in the air, the words made her size up. "He hand me over to hydra, they all did, we're not avengers, we're hydra," my voice was cold, I'd never spoken so coldly to my sister, and I don't think I ever will.
"Clint gave me to hydra, he was going to do the same to you, he hates us," my voice was getting more and more frantic. "We have to kill him before he kills us! He'll kill us!" I was shaking, tears running down my face. Why must I love who I hate?
I sank to the ground. "We are hydra,"

*later*
We were being moved, we'd been driving for a few hours now. I sat close to Wonda and Carrie, my head feeling hollow, and my heart ready to burst. I looked at the ground, my head heavy. I wanted to sleep, my body wanting to go for one more run just before long, the drive would be close to twelve hours. A whole day of sitting in dead quiet, with an unholy amount of gardes sitting around us, Carrie the only gard trying to start any sort of .
"So what are your friends like?" he asked smiling at me light. A smile like Clints.
"I hate them now," I said coldly, making me feel valuable.
"Why?" he asked looking at me, his smile fading a little bit.
"None ya,'I said now closing the convention. I didn't want to deal with this, not anymore then I had too. I wanted this too all over.

*7 hours later*
We spent the last 7 hours saying nothing, just sitting there in quite, my legs bouncing, in great need of a run, the muscles feeling cramped, tight, and under used. I suddenly lost control and shot forward smacking into the wall then back to the other side, it wasn't far enough, I smacked the wall again, my face smacking it hard. I could hear wonda letting out shocked gasp horror written on her face, watching me have no control of my body. As a speed across hitting it with a thump.
"Stop it!" a man yelled and throw something at me, i ran forward missing the mug as it smashed on the mall. Wonda let out a scared scream. I felt my body size up and i feel to the ground spasming slightly as electricity ran under my skin. I let out a low groan. Awha fuck. My body was burning, it felt like I was on fire. I waited to see smoke blow off my body, or to put out a bit off my hair. I just lay there, my head spinning. I felt my leg spasms slightly, the pain covered my whole body. The electric road still held against my skin.
"Stop you're killing him!" it was Carrie, his voice now slick with anger. I let out another goran, my throat too dry to scream. Everything was going dark, slowly. I could hear Clint's voice, it sounds far away. So far away.
"That wasn't graceful, was it Pietro, see you soon Speedy," my eyes drifted shut, they felt heavy, and sore.

(clint)
The water covered us, the muddy water filling up my mouth. Some went down my throat. My head it the bottom at such speed I was sure I was going to be knocked out. There was a weight on top of me, it was a crushing weight. I was drowning. I thrashed violently, trying to get whatever was keeping me stuck off, I felt the air bundle up around my throat, trying to push itself out. Trying to add fresh oxygen to my aching lungs, the brown water already making it hard to see, slowly my vision started to blur. It suddenly hit me, i'm gonna die here. I don't want to die, I have so much to do. So much to say, so much to see so much to change. Not seeing my kids again, never telling Pietro i love him, not hugging nat and saying sorry for being a dick. Not seeing Lura and saying that she's an amazing mother. Not walking Lucky down the street, on lazy days. Don't give me hope, not again. I'm a dead man. There was a throbbing feeling in my head. The throbbing was getting worse and everything hurt. I let my body go limp ready to inhale the water, just to end it quickly rather than holding it till i passed.
Suddenly there was a rush, and a blinding light. The air was cold at first, I sucked in as much of the sweet air as i could, oh thank fuck. It was all blurry, Wade stood above me, as i lay on the muddy ground. My chest working double time to replace all the air i lost. My head was pounding and I looked up at deadpool.
"What the fuck man!" I gasped looking up at him, he had his mask rolled up to his nose, the dark scars littering his face. He had a smirk resting on his face, I felt my shirt now stuck to my body, I felt my body start to shake. The cold air making my body tighten up.
"How the fuck are we gonna find him now!" I yelled at him sitting up too fast my vision darkening for a second. My head was throbbing.
"We find a place to sleep tonight then we steal a car, and we get driving," Wade said offering an arm to help me up.
"Wade that's too long! That could be hours away!" my body let out a rattled sob, tears rolling down my face, the sudden defeat taking over my body. I was sobbing louder this time, tears running down my face.
"It's what we have do, no choice," Wade's voice come out softer this time, as he meant well as that stupid bastard cared. I felt the anger feel up my body, i was ready to kill him.
"No! WE HAVE TO FIND HIM!" I roared, I don't have time for this! We have to find him. Now! We can't keep wasting time like this. We have to find him now, right now. I stood up and walked toward the house in the distance.
"Steal a car, find Pietro," i said monotone voice, a rusty blue car glinting in the distance. Broken men do broken things.

(Nat)
I called him again. Come on Clint. This is clint barton or hawkeye, I'm currently not at the phone, might be kicking ass or drinking coffee, I'll call you back soon. Beep.
"Hey Barton, Nat again, you, Pietro, Wonda, peter are all missing, we're worried, where are you all? Call me back?" I hung up and looked around me, I was sitting in his room, my body under his blanket. You're my best friend clint barton, why didn't you ask me for help! I felt the anger me taking over. He's gonna get himself killed. I keep going until I saw them crash, racing off the road. Clint! When I made it down to them Clint was already walking, walking towards a house, he was limping, he was obviously hurt, he wasn't going to stop. "Clint!" I yelled at him and ran towards him, I put my hands on his shoulder. "You idiot!" I yelled hugging his buried body burying my face into his neck. "Idiot you idiot!" I said suddenly crying, my voice coming out in broken sobs. "Natasha," he said and hugged me back. He pulled back and kept walking Wade was walking on his other side, pulling a piece of metal from his side, blood dripping out his side. "Black widow," He said nodding before cracking a scarred lopsided grin. "Where's Peter?" I asked looking around expecting the younger boy to have come with them.
"At home, with the asshole Tony," wade hissed the words with some anger, he spat the words out, trying to get the name out of his mouth.
"He's gone missing...." I said and wade face dropped he looked shocked.
"He's what!"

(Peter)
I stood in Budapest, looking for wade and Mr. hawkeye. Why would they go to Budapest?
It was an old town, one full of people, a town full of memories. My phone rang. 'wade<3' i picked up to Wade breathing heavily into the phone.
"Where the fuck are you!" he yelled into the phone his voice coming out strong making fear tug at my gut.
"Budapest?" I said softly back, there were a crack and a startled scream and what sounds like nat yelling at wade for punching something.
"Why!?" he was yelling at this point, there was another smashing sound. More yelling and then wade was back.
"Why!"
"I'm trying to find you, the tracker said Budapest," I said looking at my phone, the small red dot telling me he was close. There was an alarm going off and Clint swearing loudly and a loud whacking sound.
"We're outside New York," Wade said he still sounded pretty mad, there was a shooting sound and he swore and then the sound of a car starting up with a loud roar and the sound of running.
"Dead pool now not the time for a phone call," it was Clint talking now, he sounded stressed and voice blurry though the bad connection.

(Clint)
I swore when Wade punched the tree, he was curing under his breath talking to Peter, Wade was fuming, I glanced at Nat she looked scared, she wasn't one to be unnerved, but Wade was one of those things, ready to kill almost anything, he wasn't easy to beat unless you had Peter.
 Wade started yelling, I frowned at him. "Sh, car stealing idiot!" I said pushing him lightly. Wade just started but spoke calmer now, his breathing harsh with anger. We stopped in front of the car, and I opened up with an electrical panel of the car, taking out the wires, I pulled the flat screwdriver from my belt starting at the engine. Wade stood guard talking to Peter still. Everything was going well. Perfectly.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
The alarm started screaming. I swore and the car turned on slowly, Wade ran in just as a gun started to fire.
"Drive! Barton drive!" Nat yelled smacking my hand. Wade swung in the back and I smashed my foot down on the the pedal, the car speeding forward.
"Deadpool now's not really the time for a call," I said and speeding up. Wade gave a curt goodbye to Peter, no love slipping through his voice till he hung up, and spoke. "We're having to find Peter," I wanted to stop the car and slap him. Pietro could be mind-controlled on the other side of the planet, and all he can think is finding Peter who was perfectly fine?! What is this? Natasha looked at me. A worried look on her face.
"We gotta find Pietro," my voice caught on his name, a lump forming in my throat, my face must have paled I felt Nat take my hand, gently.
"He may not be able to be found," she said calmly.
"Shut up," my voice comes out low, she knew he was with Hydra, we all know what they are capable of.
"Clint, I want him to be okay too, but he could be dead, brainwashed, we don't know, the three of us can't save him, we need a back up," her voice came out far to calm, as if him dying was no big deal, as if all of this is no big deal, a big game.
"Nat, he can't be, he has to be fine," I said and pulled my hand away, placing it on the wheel, we had to ditch this car as soon as we could, it would draw the attention of the cops. Wade was being uncharacteristically quiet. I looked at the mirror to see him lying on the seat, just staring at his phone. His mask now pulled over his face, covering all of the scarred skin, he didn't speak as I sped faster and faster.

*7 hours later*
I was falling asleep, we'd swapped cars at about 4 pm it was now closer to 8 pm, I sat behind the wheel, trying my best to not let my eyes shut. I yawned and sighed heavily. Gotta stay awake. Nat looked at me.
"Let's stop sleep," she said and I shook my head.
"We can't stop," and put my hand on my leg, trying to look relaxed but awake. It didn't work.
"We can't save him if we crash," her voice held enough logic to make me think.
"4 hours then we keep going," I said pulling over near a gas station.

(Pietro)
Clint stood in front of me. He had a smile on his face, he looked old, tired, broken. Covered in cuts and bruises. I felt rage jolt through my body like a zap, like a strike of power. "I hate you," I spat at him, pain shone in his eyes, the frown feel across his face fast." is this one of those guilt dreams?" his voice bounced around, and then dropped off.
"Is this a guilty dream" i mocked back frowning, stupid. He stepped forward.
"I'm sorry I'm not there already," he said looking at me, I felt rage feel my gut.
"I wish you were dead!" I stepped forward ready to kill him in my dream but I started to fall, I heard clint scream. Everything was blurry dark. Sinking.
I opened my eyes, and pain shot through my head as the light shone on my eyes. I looked around to see Carrie leaning next to my sister, Carrie had a new look on his face, when he looked at her, his eyes soft and smile relaxed. Wonda was smiling, but she looked tired and sore. Carrie sat close to her. I'd rather her with him then vision, stupid robot. I sat up slowly hissing through my teeth, the pain clouding my vision. Wonda shot forward and helped me sit up.
"Are you okay?" she asked putting the back of her hand to my head, probably checking for a fever. I let a small smile creep onto my face.
"Of course little sister," I said already wanting to lay back down, my body hurting.
"By 12 minutes," she said laughing slightly. Her laugh was musical, something I didn't get to hear very much. She spent too much time believing she was a hydra monster. Used to kill everything she touched. No soul left in her.
"It's proof that I am the smarter maximoff," I said and looked around the truck we were in, it had gotten darker in the back. Colder too, indicating it was night.
"Did you have a good dream? I tried to make it show something you loved," Wonda said smiling at me. I frowned.
"It wasn't something I loved that's for sure," I said bitterly my throat was dry, and my skin felt burnt. Charred.
"What happened?" Carrie asked his voice popping up finally now interested in what was going on. I felt the anger bite at my stomach.
"Clint Barton,"

(Clint)
I woke up with a scream, coming out of the hoarse throat, we were driving along, the road practically empty, it was probably 4 am, the car swerved and Nat fixed up the steering wheel.
"Jeez Barton," Nat said as Clint passed me a cold coffee from where he sat in the front, flicking through photos of peter on his now almost dead phone.
"What was the dream about? You were crying in your sleep, we couldn't wake you up," Wade didn't look away from a photo of Peter curled up on his bed fast asleep. I didn't answer, I swallowed a few mouthfuls of the cold, bitter, drink. It went down my throat. I waited for the caffeine to kick in, to take over my brain. To take the edge off the stress.
"Pietro," I said after about five minutes, and took another long sip of coffee, it would all be gone, too soon as always.
"What happened?" it was Nat this time, she looked back at me. This time I really didn't want to answer. I wanted to stay quiet, let it all blow over.
"I..I lost him, he hates me, Nat, he hates me," my voice comes out broken. It went quite all except for the rumble of the car and a drunk the last of my coffee. I waited for wade to make some sort of joke, but he didn't.
"We will find him," she said not looking back at me, keeping her eyes on the dark road.
"Don't do that. Don't give me hope, ''I said and sighed, the paper cup that held my coffee, now empty sat on the floor of the car. I could cry. Let myself fall apart, but I had to find him. I was already ready for more coffee.
"Nat can we stop for more coffee," I said yawning slightly, I tugged on the seatbelt slightly watching as we drove.
"The only thing stronger than your love for PIetro is coffee," Wade said and I thumped him on the head.
"Not the time Wade," I muttered, looking around. The warehouse had been abandoned, according to wade's source, nat drove straight past the turnoff to the warehouse and kept down the dark road.
"Nat go back, we should check it out, for clues," we kept driving, I felt my heart tug like we were leaving him behind. I undid my seatbelt, the car letting out an alarm of protest, then I throw open the door and rolled out. My back hitting the gravel then my side, my front, side, back, I rolled hitting the ground hard, bouncing slightly. For an acrobat that was not very graceful. I got up slowly, my body aching as I stood up, small rocks getting brushed out of my arms And my knees. I started towards the turn-off, running down the path, running on the grass, the dew making my feet slip slightly as I ran towards the warehouse. Sometimes I wish I had his speed. The warehouse comes into view, not lights where on, there were skid marks, and voices coming just inside, they weren't even trying to be quiet. Shit, no arrows.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself for a fistfight, I let my shoulders drop and I pushed open the heavy door, a small group of hydra agents sat in a circle, guns resting by their sides.
"I'm armed!" I lied and held my hand like a gun, they erupted into laughter, one of them picked up the long thing gun, pointing it at my head. There was a bang and I waited for the blinding pain. It never happened. There was a low groan, and the man falls to the ground, blood coming out of his knee. I felt a hand clasped my shoulder.
"Jeez barton," it was Wade, holding a smoking gun in his hand. He shot the next few in the head, blood dripping and covering the floor. The room was avoided of life, just wade and I standing in the doorway.
"Pietro?" I called walking around the room, stepping over the dead bodies, my shoes slipping on the concrete floor.

(Pietro)
I walked forward. the sack covering my face, the ropes binding my arms tightly behind me. I tripped slightly stumbled forward and was pushed inside a concert cell. There was a rattling sound, as the cell door slammed shut. I could hear Wanda's cries as she was thrown down to the floor, just like when we were kids. No love, no care. Just pain.

*later*
I let my eyes closed, I was too tired, my body aching, a burst of energy stopping me from sleeping, my limbs twitching, needing to run, my mind too tired to even lift my eyelids. I relaxed enough to let my imagination run wild, it ran straight to Clint. I mentally cursed myself, but I couldn't be bothered to change it. I could almost feel his arms hold me, hear his breathing, feel it, on the top of my head, moving my hair. I could hear his heartbeat, falling in my time with my own. I let a smile creep over my face.
"I hate you," I whispered and put my face into his chest, even though I knew he wasn't really there, but he felt so real. Real enough to hate.
"I know, and I love you," the words shouldn't have felt so right. I thought about how he smells like coffee and cheap aftershave. How when he came back from walking Lucky he would smell like city smoke. Natasha would tease him, he would come back with witty retorts. He would act like I was a brat in front of everyone, but thank me behind closed doors for saving him. About how he would frown at the bullet-shaped scars that covered my body now, the worst ones on my chest, the light scarred skin shining. I thought about how his eyes crinkle when he laughed or smiled, how the skin relaxed far too much when he returned to the familiar frown.
"I'll kill you, you know that?" I said to myself, or him, my brain was too tired too much of a mess at this point.
"I know,"

(clint)
I wouldn't say I was scared of dead bodies, but they were unnerving, it brought back the days of being someone I wasn't proud of. I picked up a small handgun, I wasn't a fan of guns, but going unarmed was how you get yourself killed, going back to the car, now parked somewhere out the front for a bow and arrow sound stupid, even to me. It would very easily kill me.
"Clint let's go," Natasha said, her voice hinting at giving up, leaving them with hydra. I frowned at her.
"Wade!" I called looking around the warehouse. There was a crashing sound until wade popped his head out from around the corner.
"Yes Barton, my dear love?" Wade joked I didn't answer I simply flipped him the bird.
"Pietro, find," I was too tired to be kind to him at this point.

*45 minutes later*
Wade held up his phone, the screen dark, sitting on an easy 2%. I couldn't help but smile, as a blue dot flashed on and off on his phone. I didn't wait, I took off towards the car, like an excited child. I didn't expect what happened next. The flash of blue, and reddy cold.
"Where the fuck is Peter!" Tony yelled the mask pulling away from his face. I stopped running and looked up at him.
"Budapest," I said and tried to get past him. We don't have time for this! I tried to push past him.
"Why?" he yelled his voice booming into the empty air. Wade walked out lazily, a mask covering his face, his phone pressed to his head.
"I know Petey," he said sweetly, I could almost cut the tense that was between the two. Anger, hate, Jealous, distaste.
"We don't have time for this!" I yelled pushing past him a third time, I felt Tony's arm fell on my shoulder and I flipped. I throw a fist and it collides with his nose. He moved back and I took a deep ragged breath.
"Wonda and Pietro are stuck, they are with Hydra! Let's go!" I said and opened the driver's seat, Nat taking the passenger, wade jumped in the back.
"Coming stark?" Wade spoke with a certain amount of anger and tease in his voice. My fingers tapped the wheel, and after a few moments, he climbs into the back, his suit peeling off his body. I waited for the arguments to start, but they stayed quiet. I started up the ignition of the car, as it roared to life. I sped down the track, the sun slowly coming up behind us. Wade made a whining sound, and I risked a look back, he glared at his phone.
"Out map died.." he said and took a heavy sigh. This meant having to stop, find something, anything that could charge the phone.
"Stark you got anything that could help us?" Nat asked looking at me, as I glared at the road, glancing at the dwindling petrol tank. It was quiet for a few moments.
"No," he said and i let out an angry sigh.
"We need to stop for petrol, a charger and a fuck ton of coffee," i barked and speed up, we didn't have this sort of time. The road was relatively clear and I was thankful.

*later: a shopping district in unknown whereabouts*
Wade and I looked around the store for a charge, I sipped the hot bitter coffee that was in my hand. Wade cracked open his 5th soda and picked up a red charger box." this should work," he said and walked to the front of the store.
"This please," he said to the tall angry looking worker. She had long, long blonde hair and pale blue eyes.
"That'll be $35," she said and wade pulled out a green 100 dollar note.
"Change," he said tapping his hand on the table. She made a shocked face, Wade had a grey jumper covering his face, a bright red mask wouldn't be very helpful.
"Whatever," she said and handed him the change. I quickly pulled Wade out, he was one to waste time, he was one to start problems if he was bored, sitting in a car for almost 3 days was not very good. We meet Nat and Tony back at the car, I throw the coffee cup in the trash, and debate if I wanted to drink the 6th one.
"Hope in," I muttered and opened a cold coffee from the bottom of the car floor, I sat in the driver's seat again, and started the engine.

(pietro)
I screamed, the electric stick shocking my body again.
"быстрее мальчик! Быстрее! Piętro" 'faster boy! Faster! PIetro!'
I made myself run faster, my legs burning with the random and sudden burst of energy. Everything was blurry and there was a blue blur behind me, and i smashed into the wall, the concert smashing slightly, the wall started to collapse, my arm throbbed, stung and slowly went numb. I fell to my knees, my body throbbing, turning numb. The electric stick hit my body again, and I cried out, my throat was too sore to scream at this time, tears rolling down my face, the tears taking the dust off my face. The stick comes down again, shocking my body, my limbs flow out randomly I couldn't stop the tears, my body shaking. I closed my eyes.
"оставь его, он бесполезен для нас мертвых," 'leave him, he is no use to us dead'
I couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh, my body burning. They hurried me up onto my burning feet, I couldn't help but start to cry, sobs wracking through my body.