Tears flowed down his cheeks and slipped off of his chin. The droplets of water fell down to his desk and onto an already seemingly drenched piece of paper. He pressed his hands through the messed silver locks of hair and gritted his teeth. Why did I do it? Pietro Maximoff thought to himself. I'm such a fucking idiot. The tears continued to flow down and he covered his eyes in a futile attempt to stop himself.

There he was in his in-home office, his life was perfect. A steady job, a good house and an engagement to his high-school sweetheart all at the age of just twenty years old and yet here he was, regretting the very decision that led him to this point. Him sitting at his desk chair, arms raised and eyes flowing. Why. Why? Why! He thought.

His eyes crossed over to the shattered picture frame, the glass seemed to almost crack over her beautiful hazel eyes, almost like even the picture had an innate hatred for him now. Laura Kinney. Why?