Might contain spoilers for Age of Ultron!
This two-shot is about my OC Emily Haller and her long-time lover Pietro Maximoff. Rated Mature because there will most likely be smut in the next chapter 8D If it's anything too naughty I'll have more detailed warnings right at the beginning of the chapter.
Pietro grinned as he and his partner leisurely walked through bland, concrete halls. A leaking pipe and puddles of water here and there reflected the dull lighting around them. "If if was this easy, they could've send someone else. No guards or system to keep these files safe. Bit boring, don't you think, love?" He said, his accent thick and gorgeous. Emily loved his accent. Though she loved the man more of course. She looked at him with a whimsical smile and shrugged. "Could be that S.H. .D was mistaken. Maybe those files aren't as important as we thought?"
They would've notified their team leader about this, had they not lost contact earlier. They were in a facility, deep in the mountains. It ran several floors down and was supposedly one of Hydra's. They took what they could, even found a dusty but working computer and transferred any data they could on a flash drive. They stuffed it all in a bag, the one Pietro had hanging over his shoulder, and went on their merry way out again.
They were two floors away from the main door, the elevator just a few feet away when they heard their ear piece start crackling again. They both glanced at each other as Captain America's voice started coming through. "Cap? Everything okay up there?" Emily asked as she frowned, trying to decipher what he was saying. It sounded like... Like- "-ere's a bomb! Get the hell out of there now!"
The moment the words sunk in and their hearts were gripped by panic there was a loud explosion. The elevator they were supposed to step in was blown apart from the inside out and Emily and Pietro were showered in shrapnel and heat. Luckily, Pietro was ready the moment he heard the Captain's words. With his altered speed he secured the bag over his shoulder and swept Emily off her feet, one arm under her knees and the other around her waist. The silver haired mutant held her closely as he ran the opposite way as fast as he could, the flames almost licking at his back. Pietro looked around with a concerned gaze as he was dodging falling bricks and pieces of metal, before choosing the next best door and hope for the best. Slamming the door just in time, he curled himself around Emily, holding onto her tightly. They were in a dark, damp supply closet and the walls around them shook from the explosion before they found the floor beneath them falling away and the walls collapse.
Then it was quiet. It was dark. Something hurt. Emily groaned and twisted her head around slowly, trying to see something. Her chest felt heavy and she had trouble breathing, hearing a disturbing wet, rattling sound every time she sucked in some air. There was no telling how long she was unconscious, it could've been hours already. The brunette slowly lifted an arm to push against whatever was on top of her and let out a soft, breathless cry in relief as she felt the soft fabric of Pietro's suit and heard a groan coming from him. Pietro came to quite quickly and she felt his hands grip onto her waist. "Emily?" the speedster asked worriedly.
The woman couldn't get more then a pained 'a-' out before she started coughing uncontrollably. A wet sounding cough. There was a copper smell in the air. Pietro's heart clinched tight as he lifted himself off of her, franticly feeling around for that damned bag. There were some glow sticks left in there, he could help, could do something, if only he could find that stupid ba- ah! There it was! Within no time the space they were in was engulfed in a soft orange glow and they could see the damage that was done. They were surrounded by fallen rubble, a tiny space that could collapse any moment if it weren't for those steel bars blocking and twisting in such a way that it formed a small foundation. Jagged edges of rock and concrete blocks stuck out at all sides. Even the ground was made of rough, pointy stones.
Red. He could see they were red. Pietro tried to control his breathing as he looked at Emily with panic in his eyes. His loved one was bleeding. She was bleeding a lot. A pained expression was on her face and he couldn't make it out correctly, but her lips definitely were not the rosy color they used to be. A thin layer of perspiration was covering her skin as she struggled to breath.
Emily tried to move her leg and let another rattled cry of pain escape her as she felt her leg catch on something. Pietro shuffled closer with a hand softly caressing her cheek. His eyes caught a gleaming, red steel bar sticking out of the stone and in the brunette woman's leg. He grimaced and looked at Emily, tears shining in eyes, and leaned in closer to press his forehead against hers gently. "I'm so sorry, Emily."
The woman looked at Pietro incredulously before letting out a soft, watery laugh. "Don't be- ridiculous." She tried to hold it back, she really did, but the cough forced itself out anyway and blood splattered on her silver haired lover's cheek. Pietro's insides felt like they were churning in on itself, his heart weighing heavily with guilt, anger, sadness. He should have been faster. Should have protected her better, you idiot. He let out a pained groan and pressed a shaky kiss on her forehead before taking a deep breath. The man had to find the cause of all the blood. Emily might be able to slow the bleeding. With shaky hands he carefully lifted up her black S.H.I.E.L.D issued shirt, wet and sticky, only to find another steel bar just poking through the skin of her stomach. 'How many more are there...' he thought. How many were there that he couldn't see?
The stricken look on his face didn't ease Emily's concerns. Her rattling breath hitched as she lifted a hand to Pietro's cheek, wiping away the blood as her eyes started to water. She attempted a small smile as his sad eyes focused on hers. "It's okay." she whispered. Pietro let out a strangled groan before desperately grasping at her hand, holding it to his face and pressing a kiss on her palm. He leaned in closer and for the first time in a long while the silver haired speedster wept. Silent sobs racked his body as he leaned over his lover, who was steadily growing quieter and colder. Emily tried to tell him, 'it's okay', with cracked lips and a dry, coppery mouth. But her eyes felt so heavy. There was nothing they could do but wait for help.
But they were both jolted out of their reverie as they heard voices. Pietro suddenly looked up with a tear-stricken, but determined face and after a quick glance at Emily's almost closed eyes he started to shout for help. The stones around them stared to move slightly and Pietro bowed himself over his lover again, in case of any falling debris. He took in her shallow breathing and half closed, unfocused eyes with a tight chest. They were found. She could get help now. She could live. There was hope.
There was a secondary light streaming in and Pietro quickly looked up, only to be met with cold, stern eyes. "Ze traitor is here, monsieur. Ze woman with 'im. She looks as good as dead though.". Blood rushed through Pietro's ears as his heartbeat accelerated and his gaze darkened. The gap of light grew larger and he could spot a group of men with both flash lights and guns pointing in their direction. Their uniform had a logo that was undoubtedly Hydra's. His glare deepened and something in Pietro snapped. It was them that did this. It was them who had his lover in pain, dying. It was them. It was their fault!
With a roar Pietro was on them, a whirlwind of destruction. Emily could faintly hear the commotion around her as she blurringly saw lights flashing around wildly. Could hear necks snapping and bodies dropping and gun shots being fired rapidly. Screams and then—silence.
Pietro stood in the midst of the carnage, breathing heavily. A single man was left, in a fancy suit with neatly combed hair, shakily pointing a gun in his direction. His stance was cowering and pitiful. Quicksilver looked at him with the eyes of a predator and slowly stalked forward. Slow... This was something he'll enjoy doing slow. The silver haired man looked frightening. Blood spattered on his face and uniform, dust and dirt smudges all over. Remorseless eyes stared his prey down and the night heard his screams.
But something was happening. There were others, he recognized them, vaguely. In his haze of violence he kept punching at the face of the man that did all this. He was already unrecognisable, nothing more but a bloody pulp. But Pietro was lost. There was no hope. His Emily would die and there's nothing he could do but avenge her death. By the time he felt strong arms wrap around him he was a mess, blood and tears smeared his face as he kept looking hatefully at the bodies of the men around him. He struggled, at first, before he recognized the commanding voice in his ear. "Calm down son, everything will be okay.". Captain America. Pietro breathed like he'd just ran around the world and back until he finally collapsed to the ground and felt the strong hand of his team leader on his shoulder, "Cap... Haller's in critical condition, she needs medical attention right now." the strong voice of the Black Widow rang out.
Pietro shoved the Captain's hand off of his shoulder and was besides Emily in the blink of an eye. They were amidst ruins now, the flash lights the S.H.I.E.L.D agents around them carried were the only thing illuminating the dark cavern they were in. He held Emily's hand in his firmly, his jaw tense as he gritted his teeth. The Black Widow glanced from the Captain to the new Avenger in concern.
Steve looked over S.H.I.E.L.D agent Haller and swallowed hard. The injuries—she really needed medical attention... He lowered himself next to Pietro, clearly seeing the suffering and anguish on his face before taking a deep breath. "Listen-" he started softly. "Emily needs to get to the ship fast, but she's going to have to be lifted off of- these things. Are you up for that?"
Pietro shot the man a disdainful look before carefully placing his hands underneath Emily. "The ship's just outsid-" a swish of movement and both Pietro and Emily were gone, leaving only a puddle of blood and blood soaked bars behind. There were three of them. The Widow came to the conclusion that the highest one speared one of her lungs and the Russian frowned. Steve and Natasha's gaze met as they both took in the gloomy situation. "Do you think-... she'll make it?" She asked softly while standing up. Steve shook his head as he kept staring at the blood soaked ground. "I don't know Natasha... I hope so." The Black Widow 'hm'd in acknowledgement before picking up the bag of files and data near her feet. They all briskly walked back towards the ship, where a medical team was busily working on stabilizing Emily Haller's life.
2nd part will come soon! Hope you enjoyed :3
Please keep in mind that English is not my first language but I did my best erasing any typos and stuff :D
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