𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ━━━ ❪...

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WARNING: descriptions of
death and blood

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TWO
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦
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THE SPEEDSTER DROPPED his sister on the ground of the old church, where they had gone to escape the Avengers' grasp.

Pietro immediately grabbed Wanda's shoulders, making her look him in the eye, "We have to leave Sokovia."

"I know," Wanda said, she was still in shock of what she had done, "I...I think I-I murdered that woman."

"I thought that's what you wanted?" Pietro asked, "To kill the Avengers and make them pay for what they have done."

"No, no...I didn't mean to," Her accent was getting thicker with stress, "I thought that was what I wanted but I was wrong. I feel terrible. I feel evil."

"It wasn't all your fault, Wanda," Pietro ran a hand through his hair and started rambling, "Maybe, maybe they'll understand? It was an accident. It was. They were attacking you and you lost control-"

"Pietro! Slow down," Wanda took hold of Pietro's hands, "You have to leave without me. You can't be with me."

"What?" Pietro let out a laugh, "What are you talking about?"

"I can't let you ruin your life because of me," She explained, "If we stay together, all you'll be doing is trying to run away from me."

Pietro looked to the ground, knowing what she was saying was far too true - he didn't want to believe it.

"You don't expect me to just let you fight off S.H.I.E.L.D by yourself? All alone?" Pietro scoffed, "That's not happening."

"I'm being serious. Go," Wanda scolded, "I'm not giving you a choice, Pietro."

"Where will you go?"

"I...I'll figure it out."

"That's...no."

"Listen, Pietro. Forget about me, find the Avengers, tell them you lost me, that I left you...tell them it was all me and that you made a mistake...They can't think you're involved any more than being one of Strucker's experiments. Do you understand?"

Pietro was silent, so Wanda clarified, "I said, do you understand?"

"You know...I'm twelve minutes older than you," Pietro smiled a little.

Wanda chuckled, before spying S.H.I.E.L.D agents, armed with heavy weaponry either side of them, "Go."

Pietro kissed Wanda on the head, "Be safe."

"I'll miss you," Was all Wanda managed to say before Pietro sped off.

She shielded her face with her arm as she heard the sound of gunshots.

The agents advanced, so she felt to the ground on her knees, letting out a grunt of effort before sending out waves of energy from her hands. It spiralled into the men blowing them apart and turning them into dust.

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"WHAT'S GOING ON?" Tony Stark landed with a clang of metal, he lifted his helmet to reveal his wary face.

"Natasha, they were fighting her and she went through the glass and..." Steve trailed off, looking up to the building.

Tony didn't waste a second, he knew they were all dreading to go up there. His helmet slammed closed as he pushed his hands down to activate his thrusters.

He looked around as he walked over broken glass, scattered in fragments on the ground.

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The building had been disused and derelict for a long time, it had undergone unexecuted construction. There were pieces of collapsed wood and cement in places around the room.

What stuck out the most was the piece of sharp wood, sticking out like a needle, which Natasha's body was brutally spiked through.

The expression on her face was grim and alarming as her mouth hung open in shock, along with her lifeless green eyes which were wide. Her bright red hair had fallen over most of her face, but Tony could see that she wasn't moving.

The wood had been pushed violently into her chest, tearing her flesh. Blood oozed out from her torso, it was stark red in the light, softly dripping to the floor, creating a small puddle of the crimson fluid which Tony had stepped in before realising.

Tony took a step back, his breath halted before he could adjust to what he was seeing, one of his friends were dead. Guilt waved over his mind as he thought about her voice over the earpiece, "Gonna need your help, Tony."

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Tony stopped himself from letting his eyes water as he talked to the intercom, "She's...she's gone, guys."

Clint kicked against a car, he was enraged as he burst into tears, "No..."

Bruce fell to the ground and bunched his hair into his hands, tugging aggressively to try and keep his anger from rising. Thor dropped his hammer as he crouched to comfort him.

Steve was distraught as he looked into the distance, he removed his helmet as a tear rolled down his face.

He spotted a familiar trace of blue come near them as he looked at the road ahead, "Guys..."

Pietro appeared in front of them, he was still shaky, he was pretty certain that he heard gunshots back there, "I'm not going to fight you."

"Damn right, you're not. We should kill you for what you did!" Clint shouted, grabbing hold of Pietro by the shirt.

A Quinjet zoomed past, attempting to gun down Pietro but he was faster. He used his powers to slow down, pushing the bullets out of the way. Clint ducked to the floor, almost thinking he was dead.

Clint, who was next to him, would have almost got shot if it wasn't for Pietro just then.

Clint rose off the ground, looking at him, "T-Thank you..."

"As I said, it wasn't me, it was my sister. And, she's gone."

"What happened?" Steve asked.

"She made me take her to the outskirts of the city before leaving me."

"Do you know where she went?"

"I don't. As I said, she left me. I didn't do this, it isn't my fault. And I'll do what I can to help."

"You want to help us?" Bruce asked.

"I do," Pietro answered, looking up to the window, "I...I'm sorry about your friend."

"Yeah, us too," Tony responded, "You can come with us, kid. But we'll leave it to S.H.I.E.L.D to decide whether or not your ass is going to be thrown in a cell."

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BRUCE BANNER, CLINT Barton,
Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Thor Odinson were gathered in the Avengers
Tower.

Joining them was Colonel James Rhodes, Maria Hill, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson and Helen Cho. They were all wearing black clothes and had just had Natasha's funeral ceremony.

They were sat around the sofas, the drinks Tony had poured out for them remained untouched and the conversation remained nonexistent as silence clouded the air.

Clint was still struggling to keep it together. Bruce was on the edge, as well as Steve and Tony who were trying to maintain order but were secretly frantic.

"Did she have any family?" Tony spoke up, causing everyone to turn around, allowing her to catch a glimpse of everyone's sombre faces.

"Yeah..." Steve answered. Tony was about to ask their names before he continued, "Us."

"It was a beautiful ceremony," Rhodey added, changing the subject slightly.

"It was a beautiful ceremony...that shouldn't have happened," Clint cracked his knuckles aggressively, "She didn't deserve that. I owe her more than that, I should have protected her."

"Lady Natasha was a good person and dear member of our team," Thor said.

"Don't blame yourself, Barton," Steve tried to be comforting.

"Why? You were pretty content doing it yourself, over Strucker of all people..."

"There's need to start a fight," Bruce spoke up, "That's not what...she would have wanted."

"We don't have time to sulk any longer," Tony said, "That Scarlet Bitch killed Romanoff and for all we know, she's still out there."

"It's true, we sent a fleet of agents to Sokovia to retrieve them and all 30 of them have disappeared..." Maria said, "She is definitely still out there."

She glanced over at Pietro, who was separated from the others - he was the only one not wearing black clothes as he did not attend the funeral.

He didn't think it would be appropriate to intrude...considering things.

"I don't think rushing into it is the best idea," Steve said.

"What do you want us to do then?" Tony asked, "Are you suggesting another couch-sit? If I recall correctly, you're sitting on the exact one..."

"Tony..." Steve sighed, he didn't have time for that, "We're clearly angry, distraught...distracted. We need a break."

"You really think a holiday is the best idea?" Sam asked, lowering his voice and leaning into Steve who was next to him, "Considering...everything."

Sam was hinting towards something else, since Steve's couch-sitting, Steve had asked The Falcon to do him a favour and search for Bucky. Steve had planned to join him when he was ready but was never ready to get around to it and still wasn't.

"Yes, we can all continue to do our separate things," Steve explained, "We just need to take a break..."

"The news is loving you guys. Nobody else is. Everyone is worried about the telekinetic criminal on the loose."

"Everyone's...we took a hit," Tony rationalised, "We'll shake it off."

"What would happen to me?" Pietro asked, his voice trembling, "Where would I go?"

"There's been no official call for your arrest but it's in the air," Maria said, "For now, I suggest you all stay in stealth mode and stay far away from here."

"So, run and hide?" Tony sighed.

"Until we can find Wanda Maximoff, I don't have a lot else to offer."

"Neither do we," Tony scratched his head, he didn't want to discuss the matter of having the blueprints from Strucker's lab with Agent Hill.

He didn't really want what he had planned getting thrown into the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D, and what he didn't know would also be Hydra.

"Where are we all going?" Steve asked.

"I know somewhere," Clint said, "It's a great place, anyone is free to join me."

"I think I'll take you up on that," Steve turned his head, "Bruce? Thor?"

"Actually, Dr Banner and I have a project we're working on," Tony informed him, "Us mad scientists find relaxation in work, it's a genius thing. Isn't that right, Bruce?"

"Um..." Bruce was too confused to question it, "Yeah."

"Thor?" Steve asked again.

"I saw something...I had a vision and I need answers," Thor grabbed his hammer as he walked towards the door, leaving, "I won't find them here."

"Well, I'm going to be busy. I have missions to complete," Sam said, picking up his black jacket, "I'm off."

"Well, Steve?" Clint rose from the chair, "I guess that's our exit."

He walked around the chair, catching a glimpse of Pietro in the corner of the room, he looked sad and scared. Clint felt sympathy for him, he was only a kid and he was probably terrified.

He placed a hand on Pietro's shoulder, "You saved my life back there. I can't forget something like that. Even though I'm mad at you...your sister. I still owe you. Hill? Would it be alright if speedy came with me?"

"I don't see any problem with it for now," She said, checking her watch, "I've got to head out."

"I didn't see this coming," Pietro smiled slightly, "Thank you, old man."

"No problem, kiddo."