Chapter 4: Only death and destruction

Sokovia: Lorenz's home.

Pietro's POV

I thought I was dead, I was on the ground with my sisters arms around me, it was like my spirit had left and I was just here… there wasn't anything left to say.

I felt her arms. Actually, that's all that I felt. She was there looking in my eyes with tears running down her cheeks, I wanted to get up and tell her that I was going to be okay…

Wanda's POV

I was weeping into his clothes, making them sopping wet with tears. I didn't want to lose him like I did my parents, but I didn't have all that much of a say in the matter. He looked dead on the ground, his arms didn't move, his eyes didn't move, he was just… There.

I saw the wound, even in the dim light; it was right in his stomach, gushing scarlet, staining his shirt with blood. I whispered in his ear, "Wake up… Please wake up." But he didn't do what I asked, just continued to star up at the ceiling with blank eyes. Then, without any warning he sat up and groaned in pain.

Lorenz looked up in shook and said, "GET UP!" still shaking the gun at Pietro and me.

I didn't give him my intention, and I gave it all to Pietro.

"Pietro, you're not dead!" and hugged him like I did my parents.

"*cough*what?!" he said with a weak voice. My heart turned hard inside of my chest. He didn't know a single thing about the events that are happening around him. Like I was when he was carrying me down the steps, to the first floor.

"GET UP!" he said again, but this time he took my arm instead of my hair. The tips of my fingers were turning blue by him clutching so tight.

"NO!" I yelled, and lunged back to Pietro, but Lorenz pushed me down onto the ground before I could make it to him, and put his boot on my chest, putting all his weight on me. I told him to get off of me, screamed at him to let me go, but he didn't listen. He pulled the gun out and pointed right at my face, I swallowed down a lump in my throat.

"Listen! I don't have time for this! I don't know what you've heard or what you might say but I don't want to take any chances!" and pulled back the trigger.

"We won't say a word!" I said, "I promise!"

"THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" he yelled, "he is going to be here in the morning and I don't have what he wants!" he then paused for a moment like he had just realized what he had done, not to me and Pietro, but to what he had failed to do something before.

"Look! I am doing this for the good of Sokovia! It will be better after all of this!"

"What are you saying?!" I was so confused with what he said; it was like hearing someone talk to themselves. But then it hit me, he was talking about outside. Outside were the small war was going on, the smoke, the buildings, my parents.

"I did what I had to do! Don't you see that?! We will all be richer after all this! Everyone will be richer!"

"You did this! You sent the bombs! You killed are parents!?" I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to believe that, somewhere, they were still alive and waiting for me and Pietro to come back.

"It was everyone! Can't you see that?! No one's hands are clean of blood! The Bankers! Stark! Even your own government did this!" I was shocked by what he said after that… that everything going on outside wasn't just some war, that it was just a stage for them to do their performance on, only to bring more money in for their blood ridden hands.

Right when he was done talking, he looked down at me, like he regretted all that he had just said, but also wished that he could say more.

"You think that I wanted to kill her!?" I didn't know what he was talking about, but I know it now. He was talking about the 'Bang' upstairs. He had killed his wife because she was going to tell the people, spread the news of what was really going on. He couldn't let her, and he couldn't let me ether. but I didn't know that at the time.

He stared at me for a long time, right in the eyes. I knew that he had to kill us; he couldn't let us leave with what he had told us. But he just couldn't do it, he tried looking away and closing his eyes tightly, but he couldn't kill us, we were just innocent children.

He stood there, half on top of me, for what seemed like hours, with Pietro moaning the whole time. Finally he took his foot off me and let me get up. I Darted to Pietro, which was now sitting up against a wall.

"I just- … I just can't!" Lorenz said, putting his handgun to his hip. He then walked up to us and helped Pietro up and set him on the table, then grabbed some cloth from the kitchen drawer and wrapped Pietro's wound with it.

"What are you doing?" not that I was ungrateful for his actions.

"I'm letting you go." His eyes were focused on his own hands work. "You won't say a word of what I have told you, yes?"

I nodded my head with understanding; he saw me, and then finished up his work on Pietro.

Once he was done he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a small gun, then handed it to me. "This is for you and him. It's going to get hard out there and you are going to need something to keep you safe." he looked at me with hard, serious eyes. I nodded again and took it.

"You know how to shoot, yes?" My father had taught Pietro and me how to shoot when we were very young.

"Yes, I know how."

"And you?" he spoke to Pietro this time, looked very intensely in his eyes, like he did with me.

Pietro responded with a weary 'yes', still sitting down on the kitchen table.

He told us where to go and how to get there. He said that we needed to get out of Sokovia, to stay away from the main roads that enter the city. I tried to ask why, but he rushed us out of his house…

When we stepped out the door we saw the truth of all that had happened; the world that we knew was no longer here, only death and destruction.

Author's Notes:
well, I haven't written the next Chapter yet but I know what it's going to be about! it's about the first time Pietro and Wanda killed someone! review if you have questions or want to give me an idea, because I'm totally open to them! remember; I'm writing this for you guys not myself.