Detka ✧･ ROMANOFF-BARTON 1

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"It's never over."

"Duck!" 

"Back up!"

"Stay behind me," Papa instructed.

Continuously, he pulled out an arrow, gave us an instruction to follow, and then shot one of Ultron's robots. It was difficult trying to stay behind him and away from the robots at the same time. They would come from all around, and all Il and I could do was hope Papa would shoot them before they got to us. 

Papa hid behind a wall that only came a few feet off of the ground and groaned in pain.

"What happened?" Ilona asks, coming over by his side and checking his arm. Papa stared at his arm as well and shrugged his shoulders a bit.

"I'm just getting way too old for this," He whined, throwing his head back against the wall. "Ow.." he mumbled. "Your mom should have to watch over you some time," He complains, shutting his eyes for a moment and trying to catch his breath.

We saw Pietro's sister finally come out of the dark room that we were in. With her weird ability to manipulate objects however she wanted, she threw the robots attacking us in different directions, shattering their bodies into metal debris and tossing them out. 

"Come on girls," Papa mumbled, standing to his feet and climbing over the short wall. We followed him as we were told to, walking out of this small lot with Wanda beside us. 

"We're all clear here," Papa announces. I'm sure he probably had the communication device in his ear, but from here, he just looked silly. He looked like he was talking to the air. He went on to say, "Alright we're coming to you." 

Just before he could take a breath, Pietro swooped Wanda off of her feet and sent a gust of air through the space. My hair flew into my face, and Ilona's much longer hair became a tangled mess. I pointed my finger towards her and laughed into my hand about how ridiculous she looked. Papa tapped me on the shoulder as his way of telling me to knock it off. 

"Keep up old man!" Pietro yelled quickly, running off just as quick as he'd come. Papa slightly growled in annoyance and lifted his bow as if he were going to shoot Pietro. I wouldn't be surprised if he did, because they kind of had this sort of love-hate relationship. Mostly hate, though.

"Nobody would know. Nobody." He mumbled. I shook my head and laughed. That wasn't true. 

"We would," my sister and I announce at once. Slowly, he lowered the bow, still staring off in the direction that the boy ran away in. 

"Well if you girls didn't tell anyone," He clarifies. "But you two can't keep your mouths shut," He finished, laughing just a little because he knew he had to stay serious. 

He grabbed an arrow and began running off as well. "Last I saw him, and Ultron was sitting on him," Papa told us, keeping a slow jog so that we wouldn't have to sprint for a while. That got tiring really quickly. "Yeah, he'll be missed. That quick little b..oy- I miss him already," He said sarcastically. I knew he didn't miss him. I could tell that Pietro got on Papa's nerves faster than I did, which was actually really surprising.