(a/n) this one shot could be read as a follow on from the first or as it's own. It is set in an au in which your soul mates last words that they will say to you are tattooed on your wrist from birth. Enjoy :)
One shot 2 - last words
The Maximoff twins had convinced you to take part in the experiments just three months ago. You remembered every detail of the meeting, and every words they said to you.
It was during a protest against Stark weapons - the very same that had killed your entries family, even the dog - and the two had admired your ferocity. The bond between you three was forged within seconds, and the Maximoff Duo became a trio.
Pietro stood over you as Von Strucker's scientists adjusted the restraints around your wrists, covering the words that's had been tattooed there since birth. You knew them by heart - the last words your soulmate would ever say to you.
"Nervous?" Pietro asked, watching as you tried to level your breathing.
"Yes," you replied, "I'm either going to wake up a superhero or not at all, so yes, I'm very nervous."
Pietro leant on the bars of the stretcher you lay on, "I wonder what powers you'll get?" He mused, tempting your mind away from worry with his mischievous tone.
"I don't know about me, but you'll definitely get super strength. You need something to match that big ego of yours."
Pietro laughed. "Then I guess it's fire manipulation for you. It'll match your personality," he said with a wink.
The preparation team interrupted, pushing Pietro out of the way and inserting an IV into your arm. You winced as it pierced your skin.
Without warning, your body numbed, and your vision blurred. "What was that?" You asked, your head lolling to the side.
"Anethstetic."
The world went black.
You woke up with fire in your blood, but you could not see the flame. Your blood ran through you with searing heat, burning every inch of your skin. You awoke with a scream and struggled against the leather around your wrists.
It felt as of there was a mountain on your chest, and a thousand needles in your stomach.
Wanda and her brother stood over you with worried expressions.
"(F/N), try to stay still, your body is either going to accept of reject right now," Wanda's voice came, soft and sweet like a mothers embrace.
"It hurts," you said with a strained voice. There were razors in your lungs.
Pietro's hand slipped into yours, and you squeeze it so hard you heard him wince. But you heard everything. You heard the pump of all ten heartbeats in the room, the murmurs of the doctors as they decided if you were dying or not, and the patter of rat feet upon the stone on the lower levels of the building.
You heard the strain of your muscles as your cells began to die. You writhed as pain washed over you like a tsunami, and another scream came bellowing from your throat.
Doctors began to usher the twins away, but you'd be damned before you let go of Pietro's hand. You were dying, and you didn't want to die alone.
For a moment, Wanda was gone, and the world seemed to lower its volume, just for you. Your vision blurred at the edges, and you could feel your heartbeat slowing. "Pietro," you said, your voice quiet and your eyelids heavy.
"Yeah?" He replied, holding your hand in both of his with such tenderness that it almost made you forget the pain.
"Don't leave, please. Pietro, I'm scared," you admitted, tears welling in your eyes. You could hear your body dying, you could feel your blood settling in your veins as your heart came to a halt - but mostly it was agony.
As the words left your mouth, Pietro began to cry. You understand, until his thumb brushed over the tattooed words on your wrist. You asked him silently with your eyes, and in his blue iris' he told you the horrifying truth. Pietro had never shown you the words on his wrists, he said he didn't like to think about them because it broke his heart, but now as you looked at him, you saw his spirit shatter - his tattooed words had just left your mouth.
Your chest lurched as your heart seized. You cried out, unable to contain your shriek as your body destroyed itself from the inside.
Then it all went still. The pain melted away, and your chest hardly rose as you drew in what little air you could. A warm trickle of blood spilt from your ears, and your eyelids felt warm and heavy.
You last thing you felt before the numbness consumed you was Pietro's lips against your forehead, and the last thing you heard as your heart gave its final best was his voice, strangled by tears:
"Just close your eyes. Im here. I love you."