𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ━━━ ❪...

WARNING: very mild
description of blood

a/n
[ i think i forgot to mention. so i may as
well say now, that credit to the manip type
gifs like below go to the video 'fire on fire' which
i got inspo from. that's all. thanks <3 ! ]

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TWENTY
𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮
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PIETRO MAXIMOFF HADN'T seen the point in wanting to go on the run, which surprised himself as he was a man who liked to move extremely fast. And, running away at lighting speed was pretty much a personality trait for him now.

Although, while he was sitting in the dark, alone with nothing but the handcuffs his arms chained together, black metal, locked electrically — the only light from the twinkling beeping of the lock, letting him know it was still alive - ready to shock him at any minute, in a scenario where he would attempt to escape.

He looked to the ceiling, the same grey walls around him in the dark, he was definitely starting to feel claustrophobic. It reminded him of his days as one of Strucker's experiments, ropes instead of cuffs, the burns they would create aching where they would be now on his wrists. All of a sudden, the memories of Strucker brought more disturbing thoughts into his mind...

Ones of Strucker himself and his head knocked on a wall, blood spilling down it, his parents dying, their limbs being shot away in an explosion and Wanda, everything he hoped wouldn't happen to her poked at his mind like a knife - telling him he'd made a mistake. He hoped she could read him from wherever he was.

Tears fell down his face, his temper always failed him, crying befell him when the emotion became too much to handle. He wanted to clutch his legs but the containment around them prevented much movement, that and the fact that he felt too weak to move at all, tucked against the wall in a small ball.

They barely gave him any food, so little that he had come to the conclusion that it must be scraps from the others, the idiots were told to keep his metabolism down to make him slower, it worked.

He jumped as he heard the small creak of the gate, the door to their cell block opening for another time, the other times being the visit from Tony Stark and meals...

Pietro looked up to see a smiling face in front of him, his emotions changed, his heart softened as he adjusted to the view of the person in front of him. Blue eyes stared back into his, a warm smile on their face. "Are you okay, kid?"

"Rogers..." A wave of heat fell over him, he looked like shit, "I don't need you to see me like this."

"I don't mind," Steve chuckled, "I'm sure I've looked a lot worse. Besides, the room service isn't exactly five stars."

"I doubt you've ever looked worse," Pietro's smirk had returned to his face, glad he hadn't run away, "So, you're getting me out of here, no?"

"Let's get you some food, kid," Steve nodded, his cheeks already warm from Pietro's teasing, it was going to be hard to keep him at bay now that he had to hide him away.

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A KALEIDOSCOPE OF colour graced the shops lined the streets, neon lights stood tall along the roads, grey wisps of smoke from warm food wafted into the air, the flavour filling noses. The skyline was filled with lights, shining like stars in the dark of the night.

The wind blew through the city, its inhabitants wore scarves, hats and gloves, all in different combinations, winter only starting to emerge. The cold hadn't fully washed over the country, most of the winter accessories worn were a fashion statement.

There was barely space to stop as crowds flooded streets, the place was bustling, even in the time of the month, but as they walked the pavements, the two foreigners still had time to stop, facing each other under a street light.

Doctor Stephen Strange wasn't under that much of a disguise, the search for them had died down after a few weeks, his neck was protected by a scarf, it hung around his neck, a bleak grey to stand out against the long black cashmere overcoat he had on. The older man rested an arm on the post, looking down at the woman in front of him, "Are you sure you've got enough comfort under that hat of yours, Ms Maximoff?"

"I think I'm fine," Wanda Maximoff smiled up at the brown-haired man opposite her, his shoulders entrapping her.

Her mother's ring was around her finger, the one she used to push hair scratching her brows, nearing her eyes, "You okay with the little scarf your wearing," she twisted the clothing around his neck, adjusting it, "Don't want you to get a cold, do we?"

Stephen let out a soft chuckle, shooting a look into the busy city ahead before his eyes pierced back into hers, her heart leapt. "Stop changing the subject...are you sure you aren't wearing that beanie to hide a certain head of hair under there?"

He snatched at her hat, she dodged his hand, clutching onto the woolly material, "Hey, stop that!"

"I'm not changing my hair she said..." Stephen mocked her, bringing up the contradictory words that had left her lips before, a smirk presented itself on his lips.

"Oh, shut up," Wanda pulled at the scarf around his neck, "You know I didn't have a choice. Besides, someone told me I looked good in this colour." Her fingers toyed with the fringes.

"Bright orange?" Stephen brushed a few light strands over her shoulder, "Are you sure you didn't get this colour for other reasons? Maybe...a redhead agent, perhaps?"

"I wasn't even thinking of that," Romanoff. That actually wasn't one of the reasons she had chosen the colour but it felt a little heartwarming to know she had paid respect in some sort of way.

"I'm sorry," Stephen's hands dropped from her shoulders, "I didn't think..."

"No," Wanda shook her head, "No, it's fine. I'm way past all that, I guess I just needed time to see that it wasn't the only

"Do you see that losing my hands didn't have to be the end but it could be a beginning?" His hands held her face, fingers ran along her cheek.

It was all very loving, she didn't even care it breached their agreement. How she saw him before was somehow changed, he taught her more than just spells, he had taught her how to open up to someone again, he'd saved her heart from nothingness.

There was a brief moment where she considered Vision could do the same but now, standing in front of him, the rest of the world went by and it felt like it was only them. He was the only one she needed.

"Yes," She answered and as he watched her smile, he paid attention to the beating in his chest.

Wanda had changed his views on everything he knew, well, she had taught him more or less on how to love. She made his less than normal world even more chaotic and he, by some means, loved her for it.

He asked again, a matching satisfied smile on his face, "Yeah?"

"Yes," Wanda repeated, she grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers, "Let's go to the store. I still need to get some things..."

"Again?" Stephen groaned, still letting her pull him along, "Didn't we go yesterday? You keep taking us into places with cameras and we'll get caught."

"You'll see," Wanda chuckled, pushing them back into the busy street traffic, "Besides, how can you expect me not to shop all day? Tokyo is filled with fashion..."