Another chorus of gunshots rang out in the air. His tired eyes sought out the source and spotted the fighter plane making another round. Tracking the trajectory of the spray of bullets he spotted his newfound ally, Clint Barton hunched over holding onto a motionless child. Although Pietro Maximoff had been getting used to thinking at light speed with the help of his brand-new abilities this seemed out of his wheelhouse.

He took off towards the two and time around him slowed to a near stop. He cursed upon realizing he'd reacted too late to get everyone out of the situation alive. Already making up his mind on what he was willing to do, he looked over to his sister. Still in view of the battle going on before her, Wanda Maximoff would get a full view of her brother's death.

'She's stronger than she knows.' He thought. His vision shifted back to Clint upon reaching over to him and the child. In the split second he had his life, as cliche as it sounds, flashed before his life. Every holiday spent with his mother and father. How his sister's younger self would cry at his birthdays because she wasn't getting a present too. He remembered that time his fist collided with the jaw of an annoying 7-year-old who bullied his twin sister not but 2 days later.

He remembered the time his whole life was ready to be ripped from him the first time. The bomb that went off during a boring family dinner, the hours that followed sitting under a bed holding his twin tight waiting for the second bomb to go off.

As the first bullet struck him in the back he started thinking of what he could have amounted too. Would he ever meet a simple girl, settle down, have normal kids even? Could he have gone on to change the way the world works? Making it so that no child ever has to learn what a war zone is again. When the second bullet hit, the pain had started to set in. It spread out along his body claiming it for itself. A grunt slipped from his lips and his body jerked forward.

The third bullet hit and he almost began to regret his decision in the first place. Maybe the two could have survived without his intervention anyway? Although his thoughts were cut short as the rest of the volley of bullets finally landed. Digging themselves into his back and along the ground around him. His vision blurred but he could still make out Clint's eyes opening in shock, free of any pain from the gunfire he looked for his savior and surprisingly found Pietro standing in front of him. Holding the child in his arms he saw Pietro begin to stumble.

"Bet you didn't see that coming," a struggled chuckle left Pietro's lips. He fell to the dirty ground when the weight of his body became too much for his knees to bare.

The battle around him was muffled as his eyes once again stared up at the sky. This time searching for a clue, a hint as to where exactly he might end up after all of this. And in his search all he found was darkness.

If only for a moment.

The same grey eyes fluttered open to see a much more peaceful looking sky above him. Tall lush grass clouded his vision of anything around him. He managed to slow his quickened breathing to pay attention to his heartbeat.

'Still beating... somehow,' he thought. Taking a mental inventory of his body he realized it had no bullet holes in it. Strange for someone who just died from multiple shots to the body.

His curiosity was running rampant. "I'm not ungrateful but I'd like to know what the hell is going on." Pietro stood to his feet in the middle of an endless field. Tallgrass covered his entire lower body and the sky was void of any sun although managed to hurt his eyes. As if he wasn't perplexed enough he spotted other people making their way through the field. Each with the same puzzled look on their face.

Booming footsteps vibrated along the ground, alerting them all to a nearby hill. Slowly they all turned to face their host and were immediately left with another set of worries. 'Oh God,' Pietro's breath caught in his chest.

There we go! That's it! CrimeSheTyped is back at it again with the hopeful syoc. I know you probably have a bunch of questions so let me give you the full plot rundown.

A massive disturbance in time cascading outward is threatening the existence of all realities in the MCU. To combat this, a mysterious ancient being has set out to create a team of warriors to repair the damage done and save the multiverse. Pulled from their respective realities at the moment of death these fixers are all that stands between reality folding in on itself. The team will consist of a number of talented adventurers and of course Pietro Maximoff because I wanted a tie into the real MCU.

So after my last few SYOCs I realized I'm very needy and need almost constant attention on my writing or I kinda lose motivation to write and so I've realized that the best validation is the kind that comes from within...yay. So this time around I'm just gonna write a really fun story hopefully with your Ocs.

The forum, rules, info, and answers to a few questions you may have will be on my profile. So if you're interested go check it out. Thanks for even reading down this far. Unless you skipped to the bold writing like I do.