AN: See if u can see a reference I used from chap 1 ;)~Moonmilk

Past

'Wanda, Wanda, Wanda.'

It took a while for his sentences to lose names. It went from 'Strucker, Steve, Wanda', to just Scarlet Witch's name alone.

Roman cowered next to the cradle, still rubbing his hands and his head manically.

'So he's in me, I have blood in me and his ghost has been haunting me.' He gritted his teeth and let out a long and aggressive hiss. "It wasn't my fault!" He screeched, once he tried to stand up his knees buckled again. Once his patella hit the ground it ignited a small field of red smoke.

'It was to keep you alive. You would have been dead by now if it wasn't for me.'

It was him. Roman hissed harder, his fists clenched and his heart hammering. "What if I never wanted to live?!" He stared at the ceiling, his neck trailed with dark purple veins. He clenched his fists harder trying not to unleash a field of ruby.

'I am you, you are me. We are more alike than you think.'

"I am Roman Monroe, son of Eliza and Augustus Monroe, Sokovian native. I am not Pietro Maximoff." His voice lowered. "They should have just left my body, I should have been buried like my mother." He sputtered some words after that, Pietro's voice was silent for a moment.

'Yes I know, you're right no doubt,'

"Then get out of my head. Let me die, get your blood out!" He clawed at his chest now.

'I understand your sorrow friend. Please, let me help. Wanda will be interested. She wished to bond with you. We are all alike, all three of us. Brother-.'

Roman cut Pietro off. "Then what will you do? Will you be with me? Follow me around and give us words of serenity when we need it?"

'I wish for us to form together soon. If you are ready, I believe we could do great things together.'

Roman sighed and opened his chapped lips. Right before he could speak, he let out a gasp when he was interrupted.

A strong, curious male voice was called. "Kid?" The captain.

Pietro seemed to have left. Roman scotched closer to the box and drew his legs up, putting his head between them.

He heard a gun cock, then a few more whispers. 'Over here.' 'C'mon.' Two large male figures stepped in the room carefully. He noticed one of the men's right arm was gleaming. Roman shoved his head back in his legs and shook slightly.

Bucky raised his assault rifle and pointed the barrel directly at him. The clicks of their shoes were hardly heard, almost peaceful. Barnes them cocked it again which made Roman jump. Steve leveled his shield to his face and bent down, lower and lower. He could also notice a female behind them.

He lifted his head up again, this time higher than before.

"Steady kid. We're here. We have you." Steve muttered slowly. Roman didn't give in, he was still afraid, still nervous. What would happen to him, would he just hale him out of the room like a dog. What will the director Fury do?

"Stay back." Bucky rasped at Wanda, who wanted to get in the action. "He might self destruct."

'Self destruct? Pietro, what do I do? Friend please help!' No words from the speedster inside him. Roman steadied himself upward and stared into Steve's icy blue eyes. Rogers held out a hand towards him, he only stared at it.

"Come on, we need you back." The Captain spoke in a clear tone. The echoes of his voice gave Roman slight chills. His gloved hand touched Steve's, it trembled in his grasp. Rogers nodded and was about to pull the boy up.

Roman's eye lids fluttered. He pressed his left hand to the cradle, covering the button.

Rogers looked at the cradle and his lips moved to the side. He sighed and motioned his pal to check the object. Roman gasped once he saw Bucky move towards him. He shook his head but the Winter Solider grabbed his hands with force and pressed the button.

Roman whimpered as Steve pulled him upward. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground. Steve put an arm around the boy, cocking a brow once he noticed tears on the ground.

"Buck?" Cap gasped once he noticed Bucky's grief stricken face. Roman looked up and witnessed the look, then shoved his face below his coat, barricading himself under the black leather.

Rogers moved past the warlock and approached his friend, looming over the suspicious object. His brows knitted together as he sputtered some words Roman couldn't make out. The captain put a palm to his forehead and scrunched his face. He shuffled towards Roman again and grabbed his shoulders.

"Did you know about this?" Surprisingly, it was still calm and peaceful. Steve's jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth. Steve tasted iron. In the back, Bucky was sighing, his head still looming over Pietro's remains.

Roman shook his head as his tears continued to flow.

"Guys? Are you finished?" Wanda entered the dark room. Her hands were a fire red and she was carrying Roman's hotel room bag over her left shoulder. Steve looked up at her and moved past Roman once again.

"Yes, now please, lead the way." Steve started to escort the witch out. Wanda cocked a brow and looked over Steve's red white and blue colored shoulder. She then pressed a hand to his chest and moved past him. Steve sputtered again, trying to stop his friend, but it was too late.

"Wanda, I- wait Wanda please don't move." Roman pleaded. Wanda was now focused on the cyan cradle. She moved to Bucky, who tried to grab her arm. She looked down and gasped. The gasp turned into whimpers, then Bucky grabbed her arm tightly. "Wanda..." Steve gasped again, he ran to his friend and helped hold her.

Wanda grabbed a yellow bone and clenched it, her nails pressing hard against it. She started to shake. Steve held the witch, stroking her hair as she fell slowly. Barnes held her right hand and knelt down.

Roman saw it all. She was screaming bloody murder, just like he was when he first saw Quicksilver.

"Oh Wanda." He whispered.

'Oh Wanda.' Pietro murmured.

"Wanda, breathe. Breathe with me," Steve pressed her head to his chest and held her trembling hand, trying not to make her turn red. It was a miracle that Wanda didn't blow this place apart based on grief. "Hold on...you're ok." Rogers eyes were pink and glossy. He turned to his pal and shook his head. "There was a funeral and everything." He whispered over Wanda's loud cries. "I thought we had the body, I-I didn't know,"

Bucky rubbed her back and sighed with a stagger in his throat.

...

'So, they had a funeral for you?' Roman spoke in his mind.

'I guess, I didn't see the ceremony of course, I awoke once I was planted in your body.'

It was still hard for Roman to take this all in. He nodded to himself and bit his lip. 'Then I wonder who's body was it? At the funeral.'

'I don't know. Hydra knows how to cover up schemes, they can cover deaths easily.'

'Tell me about it.' Roman put a hand to his forehead, straining sweat and then silvery tears. He sniffed. 'I've seen several procedures of 'death' cover ups. But I never saw yours, they must've used a wasted agents body with a little makeup. Same with my death.'

Pietro sighed in his mind. 'I didn't mean for this to happen.' Roman knew he was watching Wanda. Her sobs got quieter, no red was released. Her sobs turned to faint whimpers. 'Oh, Wanda.'

Steve's used his right hand to wipe away a tear and used his left to cradle Wanda's head. Bucky was still massaging her back. The whimpers turned to sniffs, then Wanda drifted into a peaceful sleep. All was quiet.

Roman listened to the silent 'hum' of the room. Even Pietro was quiet.

Steve broke the silence by standing up, cradling the witch in his strong arms. Bucky was right next to his friend, hand still on Wanda's small back. "I contacted Vision and Romanoff. They will raid and collect all of the materials."

Roman only nodded. Soon Black widow would take Pietro's remains. Steve and Bucky passed the boy, giving him a warning that they will be departing soon. He didn't look back at the exit, he stared at the cyan cradle, lip quivering.

'I am sorry. I want you to be at peace you shouldn't be here.' Roman spoke in his mind once more to the speedster sharing his blood with him.

'I believe you can do good things, I am at peace. I will be with Wanda, I will be with you. We can be friends, no?'

'If you feel like this is the right choice. If your blood was taken out of me, we would both die...I don't know if I'm actually ready to go yet. You've changed my perception on this power, Pietro.'

'I'm glad.'

He sighed, eyes still locked on the box. 'So, you might actually take over me? I know you would want to talk to Wanda once more.'

'I think it would be best if you say things to her, through me.' Pietro suggested. His Sokovian accent got thicker the more sentences he spoke. 'That wouldn't be a problem I hope.'

"No, no not a problem." Roman said aloud. "We should get moving then."

'After you.'

...

Natasha greeted Roman with a gun to the temple. She was still focused on her self defense, after she found out what he did to Rhodes and Bucky. Roman quickly shot his hands up, showing peace.

"Quick, pick up." She put her gun in her suit and began to scout the bunker. Flashes of cyan blue followed her, it seemed to leave a ghost like trail as she moved. The suit was quiet remarkable in dark areas. "Director Fury doesn't want to wait any longer than 20 minutes. If that happens, well you'd be in for a real treat."

Roman quickly grabbed his bag and walked into a cradle room once more. Natasha and the android were busy cleaning up files and documents via Strucker's monitor.

He slipped off his shirt and rubbed the large hole on his shoulder. It would take a while for the bullet hole to heal, maybe if he negotiated with Nat she could order a doctor to fix it for him.

He grabbed his red jacket and his other black v neck shirt and slipped it on. Right before he was going to grab his pants a shuffle was heard.

"I'm almost done."

"You have much more to do, son."

Roman clenched his fists and turned. A smile creeped up the man's lips, his eye glass gleamed in the shadows. Strucker moved closer to Roman, hands behind hips, twined together.

"You're machine is remarkable. Information wasn't the only reason I came here for."

"My Pietro has given you more strength. I would've used Wanda but..that would take troops, weapons, the Avengers are harder and harder to face. But I am too. It seems like you've fallen into their trap now."

"Their no trap." Roman's mother tongue spat. "You are."

"Mr Monroe you are a broken machine. Not knowing how to function, not knowing how to do your job anymore," His fake father moved closer to him, hands still behind his back. Roman's eyes leveled to his hips, waiting for him to pull out, what, a gun? That would be pathetic.

Roman was correct, he shot both of his hands up, causing Strucker's to move as well. A gun was there, his index wrapped around the trigger. Roman's right arm moved back, pushing his hand above his shoulder. Strucker's reached further, the barrel pointed at Roman's forehead.

Strucker smirked, Roman signaled the hand to cock it. The warlock balled his hand in a fist and the gun popped.

"You're smart. You are so remarkable." Crimson left Strucker's hand and it was set at his side. He dropped the fake gun.

"Now then, let's settle this." Roman stepped even closer, until the two were face to face, scowling at each other. "You're weaponless, you have no backup, your son has turned against you. Where is your advantage?"

"Let's just say, I knew some sort of situation like this would turn up. I was prepared to fight Wanda once I gave her the abilities, just in case she all of a sudden 'fell off her rocker', but she was a good girl. It's a shame I lost her." Roman looked down at Baron's hand, it was glowing blue, veins popping.

"You-."

"Before the scepter was in Tony Stark's grasp, I gave myself an advantage." His hand lit up, a ball of blue and white light was in his grasp. "And I was blessed with this." He twirled his fingers around. "The man, er, the person that used the scepter gained this as well, in...stick form."

Monroe's hands lit up. His fingers flexed, losing breath, sweat starting up again. He wanted to cry for help, at least get Vision into this potential brawl. He didn't dare call though.

Strucker stayed still, expect his hand, which was still harnessing the light blue power.

"Would Eliza want this? Would she want her boy to die?"

Roman gritted his teeth. His boots shuffled backwards until he reached the wall, standing next to the cradle. His hands still moved about, harnessing red.

Baron couldn't wait any longer, the man shot a large blue sphere, almost penetrating his chest. Roman stopped it, cradling the ball in mid air with his hands. It twirled around in his invisible grasp.

Roman sent it flying to the ground in a heap of cobalt sparks. He charged at his fake father, wanting to claw at his cheeks his cold blue eyes, he wanted to rip that stupid eyeglass off.

Baron was sent back and he crashed into the concrete wall. Roman could hear the crack of bones. Spine, wrists...what else?

It was hard for Strucker to control the power now. He grabbed his pale wrist and winced. Roman approached him and pushed him to the ground, lower and lower, until small seams in the concrete surfaced.

Roman stopped, foam was seeping out of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it away. He shut his eyes slowly, then bent down, trapping his 'master' under him. He raised his left thumb and trailed it across his neck. Strucker didn't say a word, the cold blue eyes were lifeless, like a robot.

The warlock slowly raised his hands and leveled them at each side of his head. Red entered his system and Strucker winced and groaned. Roman began to twist his head to the side, then he pressed his left hand to Baron's left temple. He pushed down, listening to Baron's cries for help, the red trailed across his body, forming crimson restraints around his ankles and wrists, not allowing any blue to come out of his system.

Roman pushed harder.

Strucker was screaming.

But he wasn't.