.cold
"Do you know how death feels like?"
She knows the feel of metal in her hands, the dying vibration of the heavy core, the sharp scent of liquefied steel. It felt cold - cold like winter storms and strong winds from her childhood; cold like the floor under her bed as they stared at the shell for days, her cheek on the cold cold ground as she prayed to God to save them but He never did; cold as the iron bars that enclosed her and the cement that served as her only companion for months and months and months.
Cold. Pietro. Cold.
She feels so cold.
"It felt like that."
.a/n: very short but I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I had made it. That scene though ... it's so perfect. ...well that's it for now, see you guys soon . Review please.