So hi, I'm back. I would just like to say thanks to:
Avengerslover624
MushSpotgoil
Chinchillasrok
For either favouring my story or me.
And thanks to anyone who has read this so far.
The disclaimer is the same as before.
Pietro pov
We were all sitting in avengers tower waiting for any news about the two men we found in the hydra base when we had infiltrated it. Steve was beside himself with worry. Apparently he knew one of the men. Bucky I think his name was. It didn't really matter to me. For some reason I had been drawn to the other man. Once we found them I had gone over to try to release them. This mysterious man who I knew nothing about had looked ready to pass out and I guess that it was true as he did moments after. Before he had though he looked at me and I saw something in his eyes. Pain. There was so much pain in his eyes that it broke my heart. No one should have that much pain in their eyes. However there was something else which seemed out of place. Trust. He seemed to trust me even though we had just set eyes on each other.
I didn't know what to think about that. All I knew is that I had instantly felt concerned about him as if it was my duty to keep him safe from harm. I didn't mind though, I couldn't just ignore him when he had clearly been mistreat. Sure the other one had as well but I didn't really care for him. There was another reason I wanted to look after the mystery man, as I have dubbed him, the longer I thought about it the more I couldn't get him out of my head. He was a gorgeous man and I had a crush on him. This may sound stupid but it was like love at first sight. At least it was for me. He had yet to wake up.
Getting back on topic, this is why we are all sitting round the tower. It has became some sort of a ritual to wait for any news. I hoped they would hurry up. I wanted to see how mystery man is doing.
As if he had read my mind, JARVIS announced that they had woke up so we could go see them. I mean question them.
Clint pov
All I could see was darkness. It was every where. I wasn't sure whether I was dead or just sleeping. Every thing hurt. I know it always felt like this after a brain washing. We usually took a day or to get our head sorted out.
Since I couldn't see anything I decided to see if any other of my senses were not working. I started with feel. I feel pain if that counts. I could also feel a soft, cool fabric underneath me so im guessing im in a bed which is strange as I don't have a bed. I could smell antiseptic and cleanliness which immediately put me on edge. It smelt like a hospital or something close to that. I hated hospitals. Breathing steadily, I tried to listen to any sound that may confirm my suspicions. Nothing. It only just occurred to me that my hearing aids weren't in. Maybe Hydra forgot. Or maybe it was a punishment of some sort.
Since I couldn't hear I decided to try and open my eyes. After a few attempts I managed. Yep a hospital. The whole room was white and bland. Just the way I like it. My head was spinning and I thought I felt a buzzing next to my bed. A nurse came in and started questioning me. I answered as much as I could but I was still pretty out of it. This went on for a few more minutes until the door opened and there he stood. I know my memory was wiped but im sure I saw him after wards. He was just standing in the door way looking at me. I tried to grin but im not sure how effective it was. He seemed to understand though and grinned back. He strolled forward as if he owned the place, grabbed a chair and sat down then he spoke in a Russian accent which made my mind do backflips.
"Hi, im Pietro Maximoff. And you are?" he didn't seem to think he would get an answer but I gave him one. In a pathetic , scratchy voice I said. " Clint Barton". He seemed momentarily surprised but smiled and we just sat in a comfortable silence.
There won't be much angst in the next few chapters but there will be some. Please tell me what you think so far.