A rewrite of Pietro's Secret

*THIS story is an alternate timeline for my other stories but there are references.

There Are Secrets

Chapter 1

There Are Secrets

Pietro heard a loud shriek as the Sentinel blasted a building. His teammates and the X-men running about... stupid SHIELD for asking their help. He saw his sister send a hex bolt flying, he saw blasts coming from everywhere... what was he supposed to do apart from making sure no one got hit. That's the problem with watching everyone's back however... yours is often unprotected. A large blast sent metal flying and Pietro darted, but before he could move again, sudden pain hit him in his ankle as he was blown to the ground. A large slab of building lay on his leg; he let out a yell of pain. Then he heard it, the loud squealing as he looked up, the robots arm was aimed at him, it hand spinning and glowing purple towards him. Pietro's mind swam... he couldn't even yell for help... he waited... the blast ejected... the light... then a silhouette broke the lights stream and the blast jolted him slightly... then he felt pressure across his chest and looked up... there across him was the bloodied mess of...

"Pietro?" a voice woke him suddenly, it was Lance. "We're gonna go get something to eat... want anything?"

"No," said Pietro, sitting up, his mind wondering.

"You have to eat... I'll grab you something," said Lance, Pietro noticed his eyes we're just as red as his.

Pietro sat in a daze, he knew he looked like a Zombie, he shuttered at the words but pulled himself back. His mind was swimming; actually drowning was more like it. Pietro had a secret... a secret he wished he didn't have to keep... but he knew if he let go of it, it would do nothing but cost him a friend and a sister. Don't get them wrong, they could care less about the secret, it was just the person involved in his secret... it was only a secret because of Pietro's feelings... no one elses... Pietro sighed... of all the people to have unrequited and inappropriate feelings for... he'd chosen them... it had always been a simple joke... they'd pretend to psyche out the X-men and random people, hell even Magneto had believed it... but what no one knew... was that Pietro's pretend feelings had started to evolve. They we're no longer pretend. Pietro longed for them... longed for the touches, the kisses of his dreams... wished to be held.

"Damn it..." groaned Pietro, "Why..?"

There jokes... Pietro knew he wished they weren't. He'd even fantasized about it all being real... but alas no. They'd talk about their antics a lot... but Pietro couldn't anymore... it made his chest hurt to realize that's all they we're was jokes. When they'd playfully banter, cuddle to freak out people, secretly plan things, goof off, fight, touch... it was all pretend... but Pietro no longer wanted this. He wanted to be able to do this whenever he wanted, not only when they could screw with others. Pietro pulled his hair slightly... why him... why? Tears ran down his face, Pietro hated this feeling... hated this whole thing. Even now with the person nearly dead in a coma in front of him... he wanted to touch them... kiss them... wanted them to feel the same... them to sit up and confess their love to him. When they'd joke about love... Pietro meant it... he meant it more than anything. He did love them... wished that... in some other time... another world... if everything was perfect... that they would be together... He stood up and walked over to the bed. Mentally picturing what had happened to the bloodied person before him... Pietro remembered, like always, every detail, his hand stroked theirs.

They we're helping the X-men, SHEILD had called and told them about a Rogue Sentinel... it was easy... should have been easy... Pietro's brow furrowed. A blast had taken Pietro by surprise and caused a ricochet of metal to hit his leg and stun him... he remembered the metal slate on his leg as the Sentinel held his hand towards him... all he remembered seeing was the memories of all his desires... all his wishes, not his life... how he should tell that person how he felt... then suddenly... they we're there... blocking him from the blast... sacrificing for him.

Pietro felt the tears come harder... why... why did it have to happen... Pietro wiped his eyes, his leg still in pain, but not as much as his chest. He looked at the monitor... it was getting better, they we're healing... He stroked their hair, imagining what could happen. Imagining them waking up and himself bearing his heart and soul... then dreaming they would reply the same and kiss him... love him.. Then reality set in. Even if... no... when... when they woke... he'd never be able to tell them... it would never work... they loved another... another who wasn't him... another who was his own blood. Pietro stroked their face, avoiding the bruises and dried blood. He looked around, no one was here... he leaned down and kissed their lips. Pietro didn't want to pull away... he wanted this to last forever... wanted them to wake up like some sort of cursed royalty... wanted them. The warmth and softness made him kiss harder... afraid they would wake up and shove him away... he wanted to remember this feeling if it was the last... wanted it locked away... locked away with the secrets and the feelings... locked so far away no one would ever see it... that was he'd never be hurt by it. It wasn't that he was afraid of them knowing... it was the fear of being dejected and left... of losing them forever... he could survive, though painfully so, with friendship...He heard footsteps coming and he quickly bolted to his seat and wiped his face.

"Hey Pietro," it was Wanda, "How's Todd doing?"

"Still no change," said Pietro calmly as Wanda sat on the other side.

He watched his sister stroke Todd's hand, and he felt a pang in his chest. He imagined him there instead of her... somehow... the picture seemed perfect... perfect... and never to be. He locked the secret door and hid the key... locked it away with all the pain and wishes no one knew... locked it away with the secrets only Todd knew... but this one... this one he could never tell him... he loved him.

The sentinel was screeching around, trying to locate a target. Todd could hear the swoosh sound and feel the wind of Pietro darting and pulling people out of the way as fast as the sentinel could find them. He was doing the same; he had managed to help Rogue out just before he himself almost became a target. He felt arms wrap around his waist and he stood towards a building, Pietro's hands lingered on his waist, he was used to that.

"Thanks," said Todd with a tired smile.

"Yeah, just don't get hit, I have way too many others to worry about," said Pietro with a slight glare.

"I'll do my best," said Todd with an eye roll, he was going to hop but the lingering hands were still there, "Best get back out there, yo, otherwise we are gonna have one hell of a casualty list."

"God knows they can't survive without us," said Pietro, his hands finally gone as he disappeared in a wave of air.

"You mean you," Todd muttered as he went back to his best defensive.

He wasn't useless, but Pietro protected way more people then he could. For every one person he could block, Pietro would already rearrange everyone's positions, including his. He watched around the area, watching the sentinel, Wanda sent a hex at it, but it had an advert reaction, it seemed to make it even bigger. Todd heard a shrill yell and looked over the chaos to see Pietro on the ground, a large slate of metal over his leg. Todd headed over there at top speed, the screeching sound of the blast whirling and ready to shoot. He had no time to get there and yank the metal off Pietro. He dove; he could hear the sound and feel the approaching heat. He saw Pietro's frozen form, eyes closed, as if waiting for the hit. But Todd made sure it wouldn't hit him, he felt the worst pain he'd even felt. It was like thousands of needles piercing his skin. Then it went black.

He could still feel the pain in his body and feel his blood almost burn in his veins. He was aware of the voices around him, but he didn't have enough strength to open his eyes. He could hear Lance's voice and movement. They were leaving but Pietro was staying. It was a relief that he was alright, that everyone was fine. Well, except him, but he knew his body was healing. He couldn't heal like Wolverine or anything, but it was better than humans for sure. He could almost feel layers of skin stretching over his cuts. He heard Pietro walk over to him, feel his presence near him. He wanted to smirk a tell him to stop hovering.

He knew Pietro would yell and then glare at him if he did, but it the slight blush and smirk on his face would be worth it. However, his body was too busy healing to listen. His musings on Pietro halted as he felt Pietro's hand stroking his. It was gentle and soft, very strange from Pietro, who even when they were joking or goofing around to get a rise from others, was normally quick and strong. He mentally rolled his eyes and pulled his hand away, but nothing happened obviously. Then he heard sobbing and could feel wet drops hitting his arm. He didn't like this sound and his chest tightened. He wanted to hold Pietro's hand or hug… something. He'd never heard Pietro cry, he knew he did cry but normally off in some desolate place he'd run too, but not this. Todd felt Pietro's grip tighten slightly on his wrist. He felt a hand stroke his hair and it dawned on Todd that Pietro must have felt guilty, which made him angry.

He didn't want Pietro to feel guilty about it, he'd been the one to do it and not pay attention it would…. Todd felt lips on his. It was soft and gentle, tender. Todd froze… well mentally. Pietro was kissing him….. Pietro Maximoff was kissing him. He kissed against him stronger, his tears hitting his face. Todd didn't know what to think or do but he felt himself want to return the kiss, his mind swam with confusion. Why was Pietro kissing him? He…. His head began to spin flashbacks about this kind of stuff… Most recently with the sentinels. Pietro's hands on his waist… it had been like he'd not want to let got.

Pietro sat up quickly and Todd could hear walking and then confirmation of Wanda coming into the room. Pietro's hand was gone now, it felt cold again. He felt Wanda's hand on his now. It was a friendly and caring touch, different then Pietro's one. He heard Pietro leave and his mind was still swirling around what had just happened. It dawned on him… maybe…no…. it didn't make since… Pietro didn't like him did he?

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