Arrows (Hawksilver)

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wow, my Russian is awful! this part is brought to you by Tili Tili boom a Russain lullaby very creepy but I love it. so i always thought PIetro would be a very good singer soooo enjoy :) 
(clint) 
It was easily four am when I walked around the corner of the building. We're looking for something, well more like someone, but I don't know who or why yet. We had to be quick before the sun comes up and this ugly situation gets worse. Before whoever we were trying to find, found us first. It was cooler around this side of the building I had the arrow ready to fire if things didn't go to plan. The basic idea of this was, nobody gets hurt. We make it out of this alive and well and fingers crossed nobody had to get shot, not that I would really mind, I was angry, fed up with everything that had been going on for the past few weeks mostly angry at myself, for yelling at him, sending him away for something Ii was yet to prove, not that it mattered anyway. Really the reason we even had to find these two was my fault, and even worse the outcome of what could happen was even more so on my head. It was my fault they had the information to control someone's mind. There was a loud BOOM and everything went dark and smokey, a fire was now blazing a on the other side of the building. 

I pulled myself from my thoughts. The fear of my thoughts keeping me awake. Peter called us, early in the morning, maybe 4 am. I hadn't slept yet, i just keep at the coffee, my arms becoming shaky. Wade put the phone on speaker, Tony just made a sour face at the phone.
"Are you stupid!" he hissed into the phone anger taking over his voice. Peter made a startled sound.
"Mr stark?" there was something hollow in his voice, like regret, he had caught a plane and was now inside new york, well that was what his texts had said at the very least. I made coughing sound.
"How was Budpest?" I asked and took another sip of coffee, my head pounded it had to be close to my 16th coffee of the night. Tony kicked the back of my chair, obviously unimpressed with my comment. I yawned, I hadn't slept in almost 24 hours, but I wasn't going to risk another nightmare, I couldn't watch losing him again, I couldn't risk it getting worse. I felt nat take the wheel, driving off to the side.
"Wade in the front, I'll drive," Nat opened my door and kicked me out, the seatbelt stopping me from falling out. Her hand hovered over the button to pop out the seatbelt. She pressed it and i crashed to the ground. I frowned as she moved into the driver's seat and wade jumped into the passenger seat, almost like he couldn't get away from Tony fast enough. I climb into the backseat, swearing under my breath.

*dream*
I hugged him tightly, his upper body sitting in my lap, his eyes mostly closed, he was covered in bruises, blood coming out of his ear, dark bags covering his face, one eye was black swollen shut, and his hair smells burnt. The silver locks now mostly brown. I kissed his check, almost like i was saying sorry, like I could have saved him already. He had tears in his eyes.
"Are you gonna save me?" his voice come out broken, i hurt. My heart hurt. It felt snapped.
"Yes, yes i will" i kept my voice firm but gentle.
"When you do, i'll kill you, i'll kill you right after, i hate you," he was sobbing, his voice coming out panicked. Angery, hurt. I hugged him tighter, and pressed my face into his hair.
"I don't blame you," I said and he started to slip from my arms, straight down. He just slipped into the ground. I didn't scream this time, I just cried. I just cried.
"I'm sorry PIetro," my voice was small piterful. Broken. "I'm so sorry," all I could hear was his voice.
"I hate you, i hate you so much, why have you left me here? Clint save me, Clint please save me, i'm scared? Why haven't you saved me yet? It's been days! I can't hold on much longer! I'm gonna hurt you! I HATE YOU!" the last bit was a scream, loud enough to wake me.

My eyes flew open, I was breathing hard.
"Jeez Barton, you okay?" Tony asked looking back, at some point buring the drive that had pulled over, there was a lagre coffee, put in a cup holder written on it was "cunt" i sighed, stupid starbucks.
"Fine," I snapped and picked up the coffee. At this point my blood if just coffee, no blood just coffee. Wade looked up from his phone, he was staring at Peter still. I sighed, I wish i had a photo of Pietro...... shut up you stupid homo! My brain seemed to instantly flip, throwing anger and hate at the feelings i held for the younger boy. I frowned and drank more coffee, the bitter liquid waking me up.
"Bad dream? Again? The dream?" Wade asked and turned to face me more, not wearing his seatbelt, his long limbs resting in ridiculous ways.
"Shut it Wade," I said my voice on edge, i want to drive, take my mind off this, i want to get there faster, I wish I had Pietro speed, i wish i was stronger, I'm not good enough to be an avenger, I should be better, i should have powers, I could already saved him by now! I looked like a mess, massive bags under my eyes, my normal slight stubble now almost a beard. My eyes were bloodshot. Wade phone beeped a few times. He made a worried face, I felt my heart sink. He passed the phone to me, a video, I clicked it open and watched in horror.

It was pietro, a blue blur, but he had pain covering his face, I watched as they stuck him him some sort of stick, he started to cry and his limbs twitch, and shook. Violent, brutal tears covered his face. He looked so weak, so tired. He fell to the ground in a heap on the floor, they throw him back up. They screamed something in Russin, making even me whence. He then ran straight at a wall, the concert started to crumble, bits of rocks and dust fell on him, he let out a choked sob and started to cry, tears washing away the dust that covered his face. His hair now stuck to his head, looked dirty, unkempt, all of him did really. I wanted to look away but i kept watching, he kept running at different walls, until he couldn't get up, then started with the electric stick, shocking his weak body. His arms had small spasms and he stopped moving, his limbs twitching. Then finally someone yelled in else in Russian and picked him up, Pietro had a weak smile on his face, almost like he was being freed, the video went black till i watched him being thrown into a dark wet looking cell. The video went black and then a voice spoke.
'Quicksilver will not return, not this time,'

(Pietro)
I sat on the table, as a woman looked at the burns that covered my sensitive body. She touched on and i yelped, the pain shocking my whole body. She made worried sound, and grabbed a white cream. Slowly dabbing it on the burns. I was tired but my body said, run, just one more run. Just one really fast, really far run. Maybe two Manhattan and back. I stopped and blinked. It hit me.
"Where are we?" I asked in english then again in russian when the woman made a confused face.
"нас? ну, я мог бы пострадать за то, что сказал тебе. большие неприятности, мальчики, как вы, не стоит беспокоиться. все, что вам нужно знать, это град гидра," 'us? well I could get hurt for telling you. big trouble, boys like you aren't worth the trouble. all you need to know is hail hydra,'
I frowned, I should have guessed that answer, but I did what to know where we are. I glanced behind me, like they expected me to run, there were 6 gardes all standing in the doorway. Then i heard the scream. Wonda! I jumped to my feet, ready to run after her. Save her, I cracked my neck, turning it to one side and ran forward, taking a grade out with my shoulder, he flew back and smacked his body into the wall a few meters behind him. There were gunshots, they slowly feel past me, i just stepped, easily missing the bullets, almost like stepping out of the way of a bull. I kept running forward, hearing Wonda's scream now much slower. Then I saw her, strapped to a table, a needle of bright red liquid getting shoved into her leg, her face was covered in pain. Twisted in sick pain. I ran into the doctor holding her down taking him out, he smacked into the wall, I held my hand to his throat.
"Don't hurt my sister," my voice come thick with anger, ready to kill. "Hear me? Nazi scum, don't touch my sister ever again, and i might let you live," i spat his face was turning blue, any air that had been in his lungs had been knocked out. He fell to the ground in a gasping ball.
"Pietro, boy, have you seen how much stronger you are?" he spoke with a slight Austlian accent. "This will make her stronger," I glanced at Wonda who was crying, her eyes glowing red.
"You making me into a monster!" she screamed and big bright red balls of energy started form in her hands, ready to blow the skin off this man. I slowly walked over to her, resting a hand on her shoulder, pecking the top of her head.
"You don't mess with the Maximoffs," I said and hugged Wonda tightly, the thought of her getting hurt sitting far to fresh in my mind.

(Clint)
We pulled over and I throw up. Emptying my gut. My face was sunken, I wasn't sure when the last time I had eaten was, but all i throw up was bitter coffee and bile. Nat pat my back, her face wrinkled in disgust.
"When was the last time you ate?" Wade asked chewing on some sort of bar, he had a hint of worry in his voice.
"God knows, now's not the time, we gotta find PIetro," i said standing back up, my head spun and my vision went black i feel back, and caught myself on the door of the stolen car. Wade pulled me into the back and forced the half eaten bar into my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but chewed it slowly. My aching gut thankful for what little energy I'd get from it.
"Pietro would hate himself right now," Wade said my upper body still against his knees, i was too weak to even move.
"Don-" Nathsa was cut off by wade.
"You a fucking mess Barton, PIetro would be blaming himself right now, he'd be disguested by what he'd done to you, your a mess, a fucking mess. If you don't look after yourself for you, do it for him," his words stung like a whiplash, almost making me whence. I sighed, knowing fully well he was right. I sat up slowly.
"lets keep going," I said and sat in the driver's, I need to keep my mind busy. I went to turn the key when Nat slapped me, hard across the face.
"Sleep idiot" she hissed and i frowned, everyone else had slept most of that night while i stayed up and drove. I shook my head and started the car, waiting for everyone to get inside the car. There were complications mostly from Nat, she didn't think letting me, after no sleep to drive was a good idea.

(PIetro)
The electric stick smashed into my back, the electric shook seemed almost pale to the strength that the stick willed as it collides with my spine, I feel to my knees, all the pain at this point was beyond even thinking about. There was quite a talking, and everything stopped.
"He's here," everything went quiet. "Releal where we are, they can't stop it now, we've welcomed then in, we will be saved," the voice echoed around, i was hurled to my feet, dragged outside with Wonda close behind me. I looked at Wonda, she had fear covering her face.
"This is the start of the end, isn't it?" Wonda asked and hugged me tightly. The start of the end ...what's going to happen?

(clint)
Wade phone beeped, and he yelled at me to pull over. He pushed me aside flinging me into Nat, who'd been sitting in the front seat, Wade raced down the street heading towards a large empty looking building, i waited for him to pull over but instead he drove straight into the wall, the head of the car popping through the wall.
"He's here," he said as I clung to the chair, using my body to try and stop Nat flying into the window. The car rolled to a stop and I throw myself out of the car.
"PIetro! Wonda!" I yelled searching for them, they had to be here.
"Clint?" it was Pietro i ran faster, i had to find.....i flew backwards a hand held tightly around my throat, my body pressed against a wall that hadn't been there a few moments ago. The air that had been in my lungs had been forced out, I couldn't breathe. I looked at Pietro, he had hate, complete and utter hate covering his face.
"I've waited weeks for this. weeks just to kill you!" his hand got tighter around my throat, and Wonda walked over slowly, a smile resting on her face, then fear, her brother was breathing hard, shaking, choking the life out of me. Wonda ran over and held her brothers arm, trying to tug them off my throat. The world was turning black, my lungs where begging for just a little bit of air, anything to get rid of this pain.
"Pietro stop!" it was Nat she ran up to her and kicked his arms, they moved and I dropped to the ground gasping in what little air i could get.
"I HATE HIM!" PIetro screamed tears rolling down his face, hands pulling on his hair, he was screaming. The words now lost in the panic. He let out a choking sound and sunk to the ground. "I hate you, i hate you, i hate you i hate you ihateyouihateyouihateyou," he was whispering his words slowly running together in the panic; He hugged his knees to his chest, Wonda eyes flashed red and everything went dark then i blinding light. Pietro stood in front of me. He was skinnier then from the last time i'd seen him, he looked like a walking bruise. He also looked calmer now, more put together then how he'd been a few seconds ago.
"Why do you hate me?" I asked this was probably just a fever dream, we probably haven't even found him.

(Pietro)
I knew wonda was in my brain so I didn't bother tackling the Clint that stood in front of me. He looked like a wreck, bags under his eyes,they were also bloodshot and puffy. he's cheeks where sunken, his face normally most clean cut was now gruff, and he looked like he hadn't slept in forever.
"Why do you hate me?" he asked looking at me for the first time scene we had entered the dream state.
"Why do i hate you?" I spat the anger busting my gut. I wanted to mock him, badly.
"Yes, that what i just asked you," he said sounding deathly calm, he probably thought he was dead and this was god divine wrath.
"You gave me to hydra, you left me! Left me for dead," Clint face dropped, every muscle in his face must have melted from the way he looked at this point. He stepped forward, and again. He was now standing in front of me, he was close enough I could feel his breath on my face.
"What you gonna kill me?" he asked and hugged me, all the air seemed to leave my lungs. He just held me as i stood limp in his arms. My head was resting on his chest, his heartbeat taking over every sound in the room.
"Pietro maximoff, i love you,"

(clint)
I opened my eyes, I was sitting in the front seat of a car. The car was much bigger and then there were more people inside of it. One of which was a stranger, he sat close to PIetro, his arm resting over PIetro shoulder and my heart dropped into my stomach. Whatever. I looked out the Window, we where now somewhere in New york.
"How long have I been out?" I asked looking at Nat who was driving the car.
"Nearly 3 days," Pietro called out from the back, his accent making me melt in my seat. I frowned and looked back at him.
"3 days," I said in awe, I sat back in my seat probably.

*3 weeks later*
I lay in bed, it was warm enough, I hated staying in the tower, but after running off stealing a bike and pretty much being labeled insane, i wasn't to leave. There was fast knock on my door, and I pushed open the door. PIetro stood in the doorway looking at the ground.
"We should talk," he said and pushed past me, walking into my messy room. He sat down on my bed, the blankets thrown around the room. I glanced at myself in the mirror, I looked like I'd woken up from a fevered dream. He glanced at me as I sat down next to him, his knees jumping up and down. He looked around the room, and yawned.
"So," he said and looked at me, we hadn't talked in weeks. Every time I saw him I'd walk away, move to a different room, go hide in a different room. Avoiding him as much as I could.
"So...." I said and glanced at him, nothing seemed to be coming, my heart was beating in my chest, thumping hard in my chest. I could almost feel my heart smacking my ribs, pounding. He looked at me, and smiled.
"I don't want to kill you," He said and he pulled his knees up to his chest. "Did you hand me over to hydra?" he asked looking at the ground, his chin resting over his knees, staring at the ground, looking at a shirt that had fallen over. He nudges me with his elbow and blinked a few times, shock taking over.
"No, who told i handed you over to hydra?" my voice come out weak, soft and scared. I felt the self hate come in waves, I'd done this to him, I'd broken him. He looked at me wonder feeling his eyes, and he smiled.
"I guess you're right," he shuffled closer and rested his head on my shoulder, his breath touching my neck, moving the hair that had grown far too long. I put my arm over his shoulder, his body fitting perfectly in my mine.
"Friends?" He asked me and I smiled. My heart swelling. I loved him, every part of him, I loved him in the wrong way, but I loved him, i wanted to wake up with the speedstre in my arms, I wanted to take him to places, I wanted him to be my everything. He was my everything.
"Always"

(Wade)
I sat in Peter's closet.
I guess you could say i'm closeted.
I sighed, and pulled his jumper over me, breathing in his smell. There was a crack of light as someone opened the closet door.
"Wade?" he asked shock covering his face. I looked up, the sleeve of his jumper covering my scarred face for the most part. I smiled at him, as he sat down, brushing the sleeve from my face.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his hand still cupping the side of my face, he leaned in closer, his forehead now pressed against mine. He looked up at me and cracked a smile.
"You missed my birthday," he said after I remind quite. "You missed my 25th birthday!" he said this time he kissed me, his lips were soft, whilst mine was covered in scars, dry. I waited for him to pull back, or be disgusted, but as always, Peter never was. He was a soft innocent kind of person. One who was so full of love, always full of love. I smiled against the kiss.
"What, do i owe you a birthday date?" I said reluctantly pulling back. He looked up at the roof in thought. Then smiled.
"Yes, you owe me a date!" he declared and hugged me tightly, his face pressed against my scarred skin.
"Doesn't that feel gross?" I asked without thinking, my scarred hands touching his hair.
"What?" he asked his cheek still pressed against mine.
"My skin," I said and he made a whining sound and moved closer to me, his hands finding any of skin that was showing under the tight suit.
"I love you skin, i love the scars that are on them, i wish i could take all the pain away," he whispered, quite enough that I had to strain to hear what he said.

(PIetro)
We sat in his room in quite. Still touching till i moved back slightly.
"Can you teach me to shoot a bow one day?" I asked with a slight yawn, my insomnia had gotten worse since the 'power update' as stark called it. Not that Clint need to know how little sleep I got, how much time I spent just watching him toss and turn in his sleep, watching those small tears escape his eyes, as whatever nightmare unfolded in his head. It's not like I could really help him without waking him. I'd sometimes pat his head, but even then.
"Pietro?" he asked and I snapped from my thoughts.
"Huh?" I asked looking at him stunned.
"Who's the old man now? I said i'll teach you too shoot, maybe next weekend?" he said and I smiled nodding.
"Sounds perfect"

*that night*
I used my speed to sneak into his room, I sat in the dark and watched him toss and turn there was something room. He was crying, pleading unknown words. One word rung free though. "Pietro..." followed by sobs, i moved forward and pat his head gently.
"Shh shh it's okay," I said quietly without thinking I started to sing him a song, a russian lullaby; Тили-тили-бом Закрой глаза скорее Кто-то ходит за окном И стучится в двери Тили-тили-бом Кричит ночная птица Он уже пробрался в дом К тем, кому не спится Он идет... Он уже близко Тили-тили-бом Ты слышишь, кто-то рядом? Притаился за углом И пронзает взглядом Тили-тили-бом Все скроет ночь немая За тобой крадется онИ вот-вот поймает Он идет... Он уже близко Тили-тили-бом Ты слышишь, кто-то рядом?Притаился за углом И пронзает взглядом ' Close your eyes quickly Someone's walking by the window And knocking at the door. Tili Tili Bom Can you hear the birds through the night? He's already made his way into the house For those who cannot sleep Hear his steps He's already Close Tili Tili Bom Can you hear someone next to you ? Huddled in a corner With a penetrating gaze Tili Tili Bom The night will muffle everything He is sneaking up to you Now he almost got you.. Hear his steps He's already Close Tili Tili Bom Can you hear someone next to you ? Huddled in a corner With a penetrating gaze.
By about half way through the song he stopped crying, and his breathing became normal. He seemed calm now. He looked like he might sleep soundly till he woke up with a loud scream.

(Peter)
Wade and I sat on top of some buildings in the stars making small soft lights. Wade was talking about work, feeling in the quiet night.
"You know I hate you job," I said with a heavy sigh, he stopped talking. Everything went quiet.
"Not everyone can be your friendly neighborhood spider-man" he said after moments of quiet. Those words seem to hang in the air bouncing off night. The words light a fire in my gut, making me nervous knowing the next words to leave either of our mouths where very dangerous.
"Wade killing people won't help," I said looking at him, thinking of uncle Ben, he was innocent, he didn't deserve to die, Wade killed people, not all innocent, but he wasn't careful with how he did his job, he could have killed someone's uncle ...someone mum and dad, brother, sister......i felt sick. I shook my head. Trying to knock the thoughts out of my head.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Wade asked looking over at me, he had a hood pulled over his face, his mask left at home, i hated when he wore the stupid thing.
"I dunno," I wasn't lying, my days where always busy, uncertain. Spiderman was always needed, and Peter parker was failing uni.
"Why you got plans Wadey?" I asked putting my head on his shoulder, he chuckled slightly.
"Maybe," he said and pet my head with one hand. The night always seemed to fly by with Wade.
"Such as?" I asked and poked his rib with one hand.
"Where ever you want, i'll go anywhere with you," he said smiling.

(Wade)
"Even if it meant to stop killing people," Peter asked looking at me, I was taken aback by the sentence, it seemed to hold so much hurt in it. I wasn't just going to stop killing people.
Lie.
Yes lie. Lie wade. We can't lose this one.
LIE.
I looked at peter. The lie slipping out of my mouth.
"Of course,"
The boxes made a satisfied sounds.
What if we lost him? Huh wade? What would you do then? Clint wouldn't let you over just to stare at the boy.
Keep the lie up Wade. we need him.
" I know, I know," I muttered the reply knowing Peter wouldn't push. He wasn't one to bring up the fact i was insane. He never asked more then are you okay? Does it hurt? Peter was too good of a person for me.
We know Wade, he's too good, that's why we can't lose him.

(Pietro)
Clint was still screaming when I sat next to him, he kept screaming when doctor banner walked in, the screaming got louder with Natsha walked into the room, screaming later turned into sobs as we carried him to the medical wing and didn't stop until Doctor Banner put him to sleep with some sort of medicine. I left the medical wing the second he fell asleep, and ran straight to Wonda's room, the oversized toaster was laying next to her.

*when Pietro first found out about Wonda and vision*
Wonda and I sat in the park, we were waiting for her boyfriend.
"So who is he?" I asked looking over at her, she was smiling her normal red jacket on, her hair done differently it made her look very pretty.
"You know him, but i wanted to have him meet my favorite brother," she said and I laughed.
"What do you have a secret brother that you never told me about?" I said and smiled at her. She shook her head and I cracked my knuckles, and thought about a threat to make if this idiot tried to hurt my precious sister. A blonde man walked over and kissed Wonda on the cheek, I frowned.
"Vision this is my brother, Pietro," Wonda said standing next to him.
'Oversized toaster! With my precious baby sister?!'
I ran forward and pushed him into a tree, my teeth bared. Wonda let out a startled scream she was now meters behind me.
"You think you can date my sister? Huh buddy you got something else coming oversized toaster!" I hissed and put a hand around his throat. Wonda eyes flashed red and i feel back my ass hitting the ground hard.
"Pietro what the hell!" she yelled she was standing in front of the stupid toaster. Her eyes still glowing red, like that scared me. She cared about the toaster, more than me.

*present*
I shook Wonda awake.
"Wonda wake up," I begged her.
"Good morning Pietro," vision said from the other side of the bed.
"Shut up toaster," I hissed and shook wonda harder.
"Let her sleep, it's been a few days since she's been able to sleep," Vision said standing up, making a point that if I kept trying to wake her he was going to force me out of the room. I glared at him, i hated him. I hated everything about him, I hated that he was taking my sister away, what did he think he could do just take my sister away?
"It's important Toaster!" I said louder and picked Wanda up, her eyes fluttered open and her face dropped. I must look like a mess.
"Can we talk?" I asked walking out of the room, her body still curled against my chest. She nodded and I sat her down in the hallway, she leaned against me, and made a mutter sounding indicating that i should start talking.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, i hate Clint, but i also love him, i want to hurt him, I want to make him wake up from this idoitic world he's leaving in," I kept talking complaining about everything that was going on, at some point in the night vision come out and carried Wanda back to bed, I just sat on the floor staring at the wall.

This is hydra. PIetro you have to get out, Hawkeye is coming to get you, there is a van waiting outside for you.

Shh stop that head.

Clint doesn't trust you, nor does your sister.

No you wrong.

mutant, animals, creatures, soulless, nobody wants you around.

No. your wrong.

Just die!

I put my hands over my ears, my head spinning, voice screaming in my head, telling me how worthless I already knew I was.