Chapter 9
Going Back
Pietro's POV
Eve ran off crying and it broke my heart. I turned on Stark.
"How dare you! She's done nothing but help you. You have no right to talk about her father like that. Next time I'll make sure you remember not to do so again." I snarled.
Thor didn't look too happy either. None of them did. I looked at Wanda.
"We should make sure she's alright."
She smiled a bit and shook her head.
"No. You should go."
"Wanda-"
"Go."
I slowly nodded and went off to find her.
"Eve!?"
I heard her crying and slowly walked towards the sound. She was lying in bed and crying into a pillow. I walked inside and tried to think of what I should say. I took a deep breath and sat down next to her. She looked at me and it broke my heart to see her this way.
"Where's Wanda?"
"She said that I should be the one to go after you. Maybe it's because I'm faster." I joked.
She smiled a bit and so did I.
"Eve you can't listen to Stark. Remember what you told me?"
She sat up a bit and tilted her head.
"You said that only you know the truth. You know who your father is. Shouldn't that be all that matters?"
She nodded.
"But I'm so tired of people talking about him like that. It's not just here. On Asgard people speak ill if him as well. Everywhere I go, people hate him."
I took her hand and she looked at me again.
"I don't. From what you've told me he's a good man. You're his daughter, you're kind and your heart is full of love. You know right from wrong unlike so many people in the world. He and your mother raised you, so they must be good people."
She smiled at me gratefully and then threw her arms around me. We both fell back and I laughed a bit.
"Thank you Pietro."
"Anytime."
She laughed and I smiled. I picked her up and then set her down. I looked at her with a smile.
"Stark doesn't know what family means."
She nodded and took my hand.
"Thank you, for coming after me."
"I always will."
She nodded and went back to the others.
Eve's POV
When we walked in, I saw Vision holding my uncle's hammer. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. Everyone looked surprised except Wanda and Pietro. Uncle slowly took the hammer and Vision walked away. I looked at uncle with raised brows.
"Right." He pat Stark on the shoulder. "Well done."
Uncle walked off and they all looked at me.
"Why are looking at me?"
"You're from Asgard. Can you explain how that happened?" Barton asked.
I opened my mouth but no words came. I shrugged and Steve nodded.
"Three minutes. Get what you need. Eve, show the Maximoff's where to find some gear."
I nodded and led them away. I hadn't failed to notice Stark had a bruise on his face.
"Who hit Stark? My uncle?"
"No. I did."
I looked at Wanda and smiled a bit. She winked and I shook my head. I opened a few lockers and they found what thy needed. I saw Pietro changed his shirt and I quickly looked away.
I hope I live to see that again.
Pietro tossed Wanda a jacket and she smiled a bit. She put it on and I nodded in approval.
"It looks good on you."
She smiled and we went to the jet.
"Are you sure you two want to do this? There's no shame in waiting here."
They each took my hand.
"We fight with you." Wanda said.
I smiled and nodded. Uncle Thor hugged me when he saw me.
"Your friend hit Stark, and none too gently."
I chuckled.
"I know. She's a good friend."
"When we go home, we'll ask your father where he got it. Maybe he didn't know it was an infinity stone."
When we go home? When he pulled away I looked at Wanda and then Pietro. I guess they'd both heard. I looked down and then shook my head.
"Ultron knows we're coming. Odds are we'll be riding into heavy fire, and that's what we signed up for. But the people of Sokovia, they didn't. So our priority is getting them out. All they want is to live their lives in peace, and that's not going to happen today. But we can do our best to protect them. And we can get the job done, and find out what Ultron's been building. We find Romanoff, and we clear the field. Keep the fight between us." He paused a minute. "Ultron thinks we're monsters, and we're what's wrong with the world. This isn't just about beating him. It's about whether he's right." Steve said.
I slowly looked at Banner from behind my hair.
"Let's prove him wrong." I said.
They all looked at me and I stood up.
"We all became this way or were born this way for a reason. If it wasn't meant to be, we wouldn't exist. Maybe some of us were an accident at first, but we're more than that. I wouldn't go so far as to call us heroes, but we're not monsters. Even if people see us that way, they're wrong. We know what we truly are, and that's all that matters. We know where we come from, and if we chose to be this way we know why. Even if that reason is different now." Pietro took my hand. "The point is, we're all in this together. I don't care what Ultron thinks of us. Even though not all of us always get along, we're a team. I know who you truly are, and I trust you. From my mother's stories I feel as though I've known you all my life. But that's not what this is about. Stark created Ultron to protect people….his intentions were good. But we are the ones meant to protect them. My father sent me down here for a reason. I don't know if it was to help make up for his mistakes or if it was because there was something down here I needed to find to feel whole. What I do know, is that I will fight alongside all of you until the end. I can't think of a better way to die, than among friends."
They all looked at me as though they never had before. Even Stark had a smile on his face.
"I was wrong about you, little Loki."
I smirked and nodded.
"Let's finish this. Together."
They all nodded in agreement and I looked up into Pietro's eyes. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand.
"No matter what happens you need to know…" he touched my cheek. "You made me a better man I think."
I smiled and Wanda hugged me.
"You showed me revenge is not the answer."
I hugged her and pat her back.
"You're the first real friends I've ever had. We fight together as one. Agreed?"
They nodded and I saw my uncle smiling at me. I smiled back and he winked. I remembered what he said about going home and I looked down. One look at Pietro and I didn't know if I wanted to leave anymore.
