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Sokovian Blue Part 1 (Pietro x Reader)

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Pietro Maximoff had visualized far too many times how the day would come when he would exact his revenge on the Avengers and namely one infamous Tony Stark. But what he did not foresee was being beaten down only minutes after he had escaped from his cell. Everything had happened in a flash and before he could register what was happening, he had already crashed into the snow covered ground. All he had known was that there had been a bright blue flare and then a pair of doe-like eyes was staring intently at him.

In the blink of the eye, he backed away from those unblinking (e/c) coloured eyes, his heart hammering within his chest.

His eyes darted around immediately checking for any signs of danger. When he was satisfied that there were none, he then focused his attention on the person who had attacked him. He was surprised to find his attacker to be a thin girl who was probably around his and Wanda's age. Her (h/c) hair was messy and tumbled carelessly around her shoulder. In light of the harsh winters of Sokovia, the girl was far too under-dressed; wearing only a thin piece of parka, jeans, scarf and a pair of boots. However if she was experiencing any sort of discomfort from the cold, the girl did not show. Only her cheeks were reddened by the cold and she was breathing out white puffs of air.

Of course it had only taken Pietro under 0.007 second to observe all these little details. In amidst the flying men and whizzing bullets the girl stuck out like a sore thumb. In fact she looked like a stupid traveler who had wandered too far from the city and had gotten caught in this warfare between the Avengers and Hydra. He did not however overlook the fact that the girl was trying her best to stop laughing like a crazy woman. Nor did he fail to notice that she was actually quite a pretty girl−

But these were clearly not times to flirt.

 

You looked in wonder at the man who had fallen none too gracefully before you, face first into the fresh snow and had to stifle a laugh.

Because in spite of the current situation, a man falling in the snow was still a funny thing. Not to mention the way he had practically drove himself into the snow at that ridiculous speed of his and the surprised yelp he gave was well, just downright comical. Though technically it was your fault he had fallen.

You had used your powers.

But he did use his power on Clint first. So it was a draw and the man shouldn't complain.

Why would Alfred come here anyways? This is practically the middle of nowhere.

Except this was somewhere; Hydra’s secret base or so you thought. You hadn’t heard the Avengers too clearly when they discussed about the mission some nights ago. And sadly, you had no one to blame but yourself for coming here.

To understand your current situation though, maybe you should rewind a bit first.

You were (y/n) (l/n).

And you were not an Avenger.

Yes yes, you did tag along the Avengers but that was only because they had taken you in after your brother, Alfred’s disappearance.

For the majority of your whole life, you had lived a hermit-like life in the high mountains of New England with your dear brother. He was all you have left after your parents were killed in an accident when you were still young. About two years ago, your brother decided that he had 'some matters I must tend to' and you were left home alone. At first he would call from time to time and update you on his well-being.

Then the calls stopped.

That had made you nervous. You were left wondering if he was in trouble or worse, dead. Your friends had assured you that it was probably because he was busy with girls no doubt. So you decided that you would just maybe chew his ear off the next time he checked in.

But after the third month your worries got the better of you. You packed up and left for New York City, the place where you had last heard from your brother, to do some sleuthing of your own.

What an investigation it turned out.

One thing led to another and you were tricked and robbed of most of your possessions. At your wits end, you were planning to camp out at Central Park and maybe trek home back to New England when the Avengers had somehow miraculously found you. According to one hawk, the Avengers were friends of your irresponsible brother who in turn had entrusted you to them should you ever visit New York City in pursuit of brother dear. They claimed to not know where your brother was but they had invited you to stay with them, seeing as how you were pretty much alone in the world. In the end one overexcited Stark who was brimming with hospitality had somehow convinced you to stay at the Avengers tower.

That had all been four months ago.

The Avengers were a bunch of good people. They had helped you with your search of your brother even if it had been futile so far. So when you had overheard their next mission in Sokovia−

No you were not eavesdropping.

−you decided to sneak in the Quinjet to accompany them on their mission.

No you were not here for fun.

Okay maybe a teeny weeny bit. You were curious after all. More importantly, you were here to make sure they were okay and to find your brother.

And now you were standing in front of this guy who runs really fast…

…and probably has really poor hair dyeing skills. No joke. Why is his hair black and white?

It had been hilarious when he backed away from you in that incredibly fast spend and he had even glared with that cute pout of his. It only made the whole situation more laughable.

But then he came charging right at you. In defense, you closed your eyes and raised your palm at the man.

There was a bright flare. Starting from your fingertips you could feel warmth coursing down your palm and up to your arm.

And the man was on his knees again.

Admittedly it was fun seeing the man falling again, but for the sake of his pride, you really need to talk to this man. And maybe apologize for using your powers on him again.

So you opened your mouth.

 

“Um... hullo?”

Pietro found himself kneeling in the snow yet again?! Seriously this has got to stop! What was wrong with him? He had a sudden feeling of weakness and before he knew it he was already on the ground! Could it be that this has got everything to do with the girl who was now talking?!

You looked at him in caution your arm still outstretched and Pietro could only stare flabbergasted as irregular trails of blue originated from your fingertips curving around your arm up to your shoulder. To top it off the trails actually moved criss-crossing only to separate from one another as they sizzled and frazzled around your arm. It was truly a sight of wonder and beauty.

Just like electricity. Pietro thought to himself.

“Hello? Hi.” You now opened your mouth to speak to him. “I'm sorry I used my powers on you. Um... I'd feel safer if you would just stay there. Your speed kind of freaks me out. I don't want to be thrown around like what you did to Clint. So… um I'll be real quick I just want to ask a few questions. I hope its fine with you. I mean no harm really.”

You were starting to babble just like the many times when you were feeling nervous. I really should just get to the main point, you noted mentally. Next time I'll try to be more precise.

Not that Pietro was listening to you babbling. He had taken another look at your outstretched hand and made a connection.

“You have powers just like me and Wanda.”

Who’s Wanda? You thought to yourself. And that accent! Anyways

“Yes.” You explained patiently. “I can see that you have what? Super speed right? I can manipulate energy.”

“You're one of the Avengers.” The man accused.

That made you stop and think.

“Well technically I'm not one. I'm just an orphan they took in after I ran into some trouble in NYC.” You shrugged. “Anyways,” you withdrew the energy back inside your body and leaned forward meaning to pull the man up but he only glared. “I'm here to−”

“Catch us.”

“No shit, Sherlock. And pray tell me why I would do that?” You deadpanned. “I'm here to look for my brother. Here.” You reached for your smartphone in your pocket to find a snapshot of your brother's. “Have you seen him around these few days? I picked up an odd and large energy outage around here two days ago and its very similar to the one my brother gives that's why I snuck onto the Quinjet to come here for some sleuthing.”

“Why should I believe you woman?” Pietro snapped. “For all I know you could be a spy sent by S.H.I.E.L.D to befriend us and then later betray us!”

“That's possible.” You nodded to yourself. “But nah, why would I do that? For all I know S.H.I.E.L.D’s gone and I never got no offer to hire me to befriend you. 'Sides I could have just suck all of your energy to paralyze you if I really wanted to capture you. Look dude, I come in peace.” You sighed and pushed the phone closer to his face so that he could take a better look at your missing brother. “Soooooo have you seen him around or not Mr. Grumpy? Answer the question already.”

Pietro looked back and forth between you and the picture in your phone trying to comprehend what the hell was going on with this frustrating and pushy girl and finally came down to one conclusion.

“Woman you're nuts!” He exclaimed. “You dress like this, snuck onto a jet, come to this war zone in the middle of nowhere, take down an enhanced person only to ask for the whereabouts of your brother? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Hm... if you think along that line then it does seem quite suicidal.” You contemplated deep in thought. “And Alfred did call me an airhead for a reason.” But then you just shrugged nonchalantly.

“Anyways that's others. This is me. So no. I'm not trying to kill myself. And I'll let you know that I can generate heat energy myself so I'm not afraid of the cold. I’ve also set an energy belt around us and it acts like a barrier to keep people out!”

“What?!” The conversation was going nowhere and it was leaving Pietro feeling exasperated and drained. “You know what woman. I don't want to talk you to you. And don't you go using your powers on me!”

“Wait! Please!” On impulse, you grabbed the man's wrist. You were getting desperate as well because in truth this conversation was really going nowhere. “I've only got my brother left in this world he's very important! He's disappeared for almost a year now! If he really is dead then...” The sense of dread clung to your heart instantaneously and you could feel tears prickling in your eyes. “Please he's the only family I have left.” You whispered. “Do you have a brother or sister Mister? Do you? How would you feel if they just vanished in thin air one day and you're the only one left?”

“I...” Pietro thought of Wanda and how he'd do anything for her, even if it meant his life. And he knew that Wanda would do just the same if their roles were reversed. She would do anything for him, even if it meant her life. Now he was feeling guilty. The things you went through ever since your brother disappeared, it must have been rough. In fact you were so desperate you were willing to follow the Avengers to Hydra's base.

He gave a little sigh. No matter what he knew he won't be able to give you any information. After all, he was pretty much in his cell every day, so of course he wouldn't be able to see a guy walking through the forest. You would be disappointed, but disappointment was different from rejection. And he felt that you deserved some kindness after everything you've gone through.

“Give me that damned thing I'll take a look at it.” Pietro said stretching out his hand to take your phone.

“Oh thank you so much!” You flashed him your best grin. “You don't know how grateful I am for this! No one would talk to me! I tried asking the other men in black! But they wouldn't answer and even fired at me so I had to take them down- ow!”

You held your forehead with tears in your eyes as you yelped in pain. Pietro had poked you hard on the forehead.

“And go straight to your jet after this at once! This is not your war!” Seriously he was beginning to think that maybe your head was screwed on the wrong way!

You pouted but said nothing. You'll just sneak out again later. He wouldn't know.

Pietro on the other hand was looking intently at the picture in your phone. Just as he had thought he had never seen your brother before. Averting his eyes from your hopeful ones, he sighed again returning your phone.

“Nope haven't seen him before.”

You huffed, dejected.

“Guess maybe I'll try the town then. Which way is town?”

Groaning in frustration, Pietro almost had a delusion of his veins popping. This woman! Do you even think with that brain of yours? He gave a sigh of resignation. He really should get you out of here before you endanger the both of you. With that he zipped to and back in a record time of 0.17 seconds, and threw a thick jacket at you.

“Wear this and then go back to your jet and fly home at once!”

You only rolled your eyes. “Yessssssss mooooooooooom.”

Pietro looked on as you turned and began to trudge in the direction of your quinjet (at least that's what he hoped was) but then he saw you stilled not before turning back and running straight to him.

“What do you want now woman?!” He groaned exasperated.

“Here.” You stuffed a pack of something into his hands and smiled. Pietro eyed the pack suspiciously before taking a little packet out. “It’s a hand warmer. I had it packed with me before I came. And seeing that I'm going to home soon, I think you'll need it more than me. Just think it as a thank you present from me to you.”

You smiled once again at the surprised man and turned on your heels, this time leaving for real. It really was stupid if you gave it a little thought. His advanced metabolism was bound to keep him warm; he really was the last person who needed hand warmers. But your act left Pietro feeling warm in the chest and he was almost sorry to see you go.

And he didn't even get your name!

“Hey!” Pietro yelled at the silhouette that was you. My name is Pietro!

You whipped around surprised and then waved back. “Hi speedy! My name is (y/n)! Maybe I'll see you again someday!”

 

It would only be later when Pietro would question himself. Why had he helped you despite the fact that you were part of the Avengers and him the one who was so hell-bent on destroying them? Why had he not hurt you or captured you back to Hydra with him? Why had he trusted you so much to want to help you? And why had you trusted him for help?

But at that time, neither of you had given that a thought.

Because we have Prussian Blue and Russia Blue so why not Sokovian Blue? Lol :p
I really like Pietro so why did he have to die in the movie? (sobs) I always imagine him to be a cocky bastard, easy to anger but sweet once you get close to him :))))
I've been having this idea in my brain for a while now so I decided to write it down :) hope you guys like it there's gonna be more I swear I won't let him die ;(
Comments will be appreciated tell me what you think! ;)
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EmilyClouds's avatar
Aww! So cute! I love it! ❤