Okay, so I am totally new to this and I hope you are okay with that because I don't write that much. If you find any spelling or grammar mistakes… yeah… that's my fault. :/ … sorry.

Chapter 1: we'll be together

Sokovia: Maximoff's house

Pietro POV

Shouting came from my parent's room. I was scared and worried. I couldn't understand what they were saying.

I grabbed Wanda who was still sleeping in bed with her head tucked under the pillow and ran up the stairs where my parents' bedroom was.

I held Wanda's hand while she was moaning the word "*what's going of Pietro" but I didn't have an answer for her.

As I and Wanda ran up the stairs I could remember that I wanted to go faster. I felt like I needed to go faster and I wanted my legs to go as fast as they could.

As we came closer to my mother and fathers room I heard my father's words more clearly "*RUN! RUN! THE BOMBS ARE COMING! THEY WILL BE HERE IN MINUTES! WE MUST RUN!"

As I enter the door my mother was looking out the window with the radio that we had bought from an old man three days before. It was beeping with a sound like a bird, but not nearly as pretty as a bird.

"*GET DOWN TO THE FIRST FLOOR!" I hadn't noticed that they were talking to me till I saw that they were running at me. That is when I heard it. The noise was so loud and booming. It rang in my ears for what felt like minutes and I could hear the cries from outside. The ones that you only heard when it seemed like the world was ending.

"*RUN" they said it at the same time, but all I heard was Wanda's cry of distress. She was scared.

"*TAKE HER TO THE FIRST FLOOR, PIETRO!" it was so loud! "*stay with her!" my father said, he wasn't shouting anymore but he was still very loud "*Stay there with her! It's going to get loud and it's going to feel like the earth is going to break, but you stay with her! Do you understand, Pietro?!"

I didn't even think about the words that he said and my mouth spoke for me. "*Yes, Papa!"

"*Take care of her, Pietro!"

"*Where are you going, Papa?!" I didn't understand what was going on at the time.

"*Oh, baby!" my mother said. She had tears in her eyes. I hadn't ever seen her cry before. It was like seeing your world break in front of your very eyes. It scared me.

"*I will see you again!" I didn't know what she was talking about then, I still don't.

She and my father kissed me and Wanda on the forehead. Just after that I heard another loud boom. It was much louder than the last and I could feel it through the ground. "*RUN! THE BOMBS ARE COMING! GET TO YOUR BASEMENT!" they kept shouting, shouting for people to leave and find shelter under whatever they could find.

"*RUN, PIETRO!" my mother said. She had a look in her eyes that I couldn't place.

I had never run so fast in my life, with ever step faster than the other. Wanda wasn't able to keep up with me so I tossed her over my shoulder and continued to run down the stairs.

The screaming was louder now. And the loud noises were getting louder and louder. But I didn't stop.

When I made it to the first floor of the apartment building I was so tired that I couldn't speak. It felt like my lungs wouldn't fill up.

I opened the door to the basement and almost fell down the stairs to the shelter room while I was holding Wanda then I found a bed and pushed Wanda under it and crawled under it as well.

The ground was so cold. It felt like I was being frozen to the floor and I guess Wanda felt the same way because I could hear her shivering like it was December again.

I held her close and prayed that she and I wouldn't freeze to death or pass out because of the cold.

It had seemed like the loud sounds had gone away, until the loudest one yet came.

It reverberated the entire building. And it wouldn't stop. It only got worse and worse like the building couldn't find its balance. And I could hear the buildings beams start to creak and break until it all started to come down.

I heard Wanda scream like something hurt her and I put my hand over her head, trying to keep her from the falling debris.

I could feel something land on my leg and I let out a howl of pain. It had me pinned to the ground.

I could hear my heart beat; it was strong like my father's heart. I remember the time he let me use his things from the hospital and check his heart. He was always so loving to Wanda and I, he and my mother always cared for us, even when things got dangerous.

As that memory came into my head I remembered that he wasn't here with use. That he was upstairs with my mother, '*I don't think that I will ever see them again.' I remember is so clearly. That one thought of never seeing my parents again has always stuck with me.

As the building fell, I felt Wanda slip out from my arms and slide out of reach. I yelled out to her and heard her scream like something had hit her head. I panicked and tried to get free from the weight that was pinning me down, but it wasn't moving.

Just as I thought I could get free from whatever was on my leg my vision went black and I passed out.

*x*

When I woke up I only had one thing on my mind "Wanda!" I said it as loudly as I could without hurting my ears, which at the time were very burst from all of the loud noises and people shouting.

"*Wanda, where are you?!" no answer. "Wanda!"

"P- … Pietro?" she sounded weak, like she was just waking up.

"Wanda!" I screamed as loud as I could.

"*Pietro, help me!"

"*I'm coming!" but when I tried to move my leg it didn't. It was under something and it was very heavy. "*I- I can't move my leg! Wanda where are you?!"

"*I'm… under a- a bed! Pietro, everything is dark!"

"*Hold on, I'm coming!" I tried to move my leg but it wouldn't, under the weight from whatever was on top of me. I pushed and pulled until I could feel the weight move the smallest bit. But it wasn't enough. I needed to get out of her as fast as I could. People from the town would be here anytime. And I don't want to get in their way.

"*gah, I- I uh… I can't move it by myself, Wanda. I- I need your help… Wanda?"

Wanda's POV

"Wanda?" I was so sacred. I was in the dark and all I could remember was my brother running with me on his shoulder down the stairs.

"*Pietro, I can't see anything… Ple- please save me!" I couldn't stop myself from sounding like a child. I was as old as he was, but he has always acted like a big brother to me, always taking care of me like I was a three-year-old.

"*Wanda, I need your help! I need you to feel around… Find a hole and crawl through it" He sounded like our father… 'Wait! Where is Papa?!'

"*Where's papa and ma?! What happened, Pietro?!"

"*Don't think about that right now, Wanda. Just look for a way out!" his voice was hard and so much like our fathers that it was almost the exact same one. Even though he was only seven he had a voice like our father.

I did what Pietro said. I looked around and tried to move in the small space, it helped that I was the size of a five-year-old, but it also meant that I was very weak. But as time went on and with Pietro's guiding voice I found a way out.

"*Oh my god." It was a war zone. At least ten buildings where fallen and there was smoke on the streets with people coughing and gagging. It was like everything I knew was gone with a snap of the fingers.

"*What is it?!" his voice was full of worry.

"*everything- everything's gone… Our house is gone, Pietro." My mind went everywhere and nowhere. It was like I couldn't breath and was breathing too much at the same time.

"*Wanda, I need your help." He sounded out of breath.

I followed his voice and saw where he was. He was pinned under a beam that was thinker then me and made out of wood. After what seemed like hours of pushing and pulling, he and I finally were able to push it off.

"*We need to go."

"*Where's Papa and ma?"

"*Wanda, we need to go."

"*I need to know, Pietro! Where are they?!" I did need to know. I didn't want to leave them behind. They were the only one I knew.

"*They're gone!" he looked like he was angry, but I knew him better than that. He wasn't angry, he was worried, afraid and Scared of what might happen.

I looked at him like he had just shot me with a gun with his words. It wasn't the way he said them though, it was just those words in itself. It hurt like a gun shot.

"*I'm sorry… we need to go."

"*Where?"

"*I don't know… but we'll be together, wherever." And with those words, we ran.

*translated from Serbian

Arthur's notes:

okay, so as you might know this is my first fanfiction. So please be kind! I have written the second Chapter already but I am still editing it (and believe me! I need to edit it!) But if you have any ideas I am totally open to them! I really love feedback so reviews=love! :D thank you to even one who follows and favorites or reads this! YOU ARE MY FRIEND NOW! Except if you're my mom… Also, if you feel like they don't really act the way they did in the movie then it's because they're kids and I am actually trying to do that.