through space and time || pietro maximoff

AVENGERS TOWER, NEW YORK USA
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May 14th, 2015
5:47 pm

We make it back to the tower in one piece, somehow.
Should I have used this time to escape? Yes. Should I have tried to go back to mother and tell her everything I know about The Avengers and their accomplices? Definitely. But here I am, walking into the compound not caring who saw me as I make my way to my 'bedroom'.

There's one thing I notice that's keeping me from leaving: the shower.
That shower hits all the right places and has so many different settings. It's basically a massage but with water. It's heavenly, and who am I if not someone who can take advantage of these delightful technologies while taking my time and setting my traps?
And a heavenly shower is what I need to sooth my aching muscles.

I don't know what came over me, but despite the comforting warmth of the shower, suddenly I wished I could've continued my previous fight with Wanda. I was mad. Mad because who does she think she is? Mad because I should've been the one to stop the train or die trying. Mad at myself.

But I was also mad for so many other reasons. I was mad for the innocent people we effected. Mad for the families that had to suffer. Mad for Banner who was a puppet to her not even days ago. Mad that she didn't think of the lives that would be lost because of it.
Mad that I was like that too.

I'm suddenly back in Москва, Russia. Battling a local gang with Vik. It wasn't big enough to be labeled as a mission, and I don't even remember what the whole thing was about. But'll always remember the gunshots. The yelling.
And holding Viktor's head in my hand as his blood poured out of his sides.

I'll always remember being surrounded by tall freakish men, and only being three years into my training. I'll remember freezing up, not moving when my gun was right there. Before the battle, I was the exact opposite. The week leading up to the fight, I was a jumping beetle, eager to prove myself to those around me- especially my mother. I didn't care what it would take, I didn't care about the innocent people who had no idea what was about to happen. I only remembered the words of the General as I prepared myself. Glory and honor to your team. To your family. Hail HYDRA.

I remember that and little more, but I recall the bodies that quickly built up, their faces pale and sickly. I'll remember the screams of terror from both sides as I isolated anyone and everyone around us in a dome of vines and trees. And I'll remember letting Vik block my body as the men started to fire.
I'll remember the anger coursing through my veins. And the blackout I had after it.
I'll remember mother being more mad at me than she ever was in my life.
I'll remember the sad mood throughout the base.
I'll remember. But I want more than anything to forget.

When I get out of the bathroom fully clothed with a towel around my head, I can hear the team members yelling. I excepted this, I can pay attention when I want to. What I didn't except was to see the Maximoff twins as soon as I walked through the doors to the room everyone was in.
It's a mess. Papers are flying, there's smoke leaking? And the blue blur is standing all smug holding something that I could tell was connected to the cradle.

"No, no. Go on, you were saying." He says dropping the tube.
I take to the shadows in the corner of the room, still tired and exhausted and carrying a heavy burden on my shoulders. Truthfully, I really don't want anything to do with these twins anymore.

The window suddenly breaks and I catch something gold and shiny flying up before he falls down the lower floor, Wanda yelling after him.
I look into the hole in the ground to see Clint standing over him with a foot on the fast man's hip.

"You didn't see that coming?" He asks with a taunting smile. I recognize the phrase as the one the speeder told Clint. When we were in the woods. I don't think Pietro knew I was there.
I can't help but laugh a little.