Race To My Heart ☞︎ A Pietro Maximoff Fan Fic

Just Keep Running, Just Keep Running

"Pietro, man. You need to come get your sister. She's sacred and she's sorta freaking out." Clint informs us.

"I'll be right there." Pietro nods, his face growing serious. I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. He looks down at me confused.

"Let's go save your sister." He smiles, wrapping his arm around me and running.

We run around the city looking for where Clint and Wandas trackers were. Pietro looks down at me nervously.

"You take her. Don't worry, I'll be safe with Clint." I assure his thoughts. Though I can't read minds...

"I will meet you." He says to assure himself and me. I nod in agreement.

We run until I see Clint and Wanda standing in the middle of the road.

"That way!" I yell up at him, pointing in the correct direction.

"All right, we're all clear here." I hear Clint's voice say.

"We are not clear! We are very not clear!" Steve yells back, sounding like he's in a struggle.

"All right, coming to you." Clint responds, looking for us. We reach them as time still moves slow.

"I'll meet you?" He looks down at me, brows furrowed. I nod, sending him a small smile. He lets me down before picking up his sister from under her legs.

"Keep up, old man!" Pietro taunts Clint as he runs away with Wanda. Clint steps back from surprise. He looks over at me as I wave.

Clint sighs, holding up his bow and arrow, aiming at Pietro. I try and suppress a smile at his actions.

"Nobody would know. Nobody." Clint days desperately. I snort in amusement. He puts his arrow back as we start running to meet them.

"The last time I saw him, an Ultron was sitting on him. Yeah, he'll be missed, that quick little bastard. I miss him already." Clint jokes as he shrugs and pretends to be sad. I laugh loudly, punching his shoulder before forcing him to quicken his pace.

"You are such a little shit." I yell, still heavily amused. We keep running towards where everyone looks to be.

Pietro seems to have dropped Wanda off as he comes running back over to me.

"Couldn't wait?" I ask as he picks me up again. He sighs.

"You were just so slow..." I gape at him as he turns us around and runs towards the others. I hear Clint faintly yell.

"Are you kidding me?!"

We reach the others just as I see Ultron fling Thor into a church a little ways away. Pietro drops me to my feet but keeps an arm around me. I see Wanda had already been fighting more of the bots. Pietro and I are about to start fighting when I hear someone yell; Thinking they're in danger, I stop moving.

"Hold your fire!" A man shouts. I turn to see the one who gave the order was bald. Confused, I touch my left ear and realize the com I had put back in had fallen out. I hear a firing of a gun. The bald man had given his order but it was too late. I look at it with wide-eyes as I was unable to move. This is now the second time my brain has failed me. I was too in shock to move.

My gaze latches onto Pietro's horrified one. He starts running towards me and I become thankful of the slow world surrounding me. He quickly grabs me, turning us so that he takes the shot in his arm. I gasp in surprise as the world goes at it's normal pace and as the bullet enters his arm, coming out through the other end.

Pietro has stopped running. With me still in his arms, his looks around until he finds the culprit. The cop- - or whatever he is, looks around at his coworkers awkwardly. Pietro throws his hands in the air as if saying, 'Come on!'