Pietro POV
''We're getting a new addition to the team everyone!'' Thor says walking in the black tiled, and immensely reflective meeting room. We all turn to look at him as he can easily be confused. Tony decides to speak this time.
'',Who told you that?'' The billionaire raises a doubtful eyebrow under his John Lennon sunglasses.
Before the God of Thunder even gets the chance to open his mouth in walks Fury ,''We have a new member, Margot .Avengotta, one of Shield's finest assassins She was rescued by Coulson's team from Hydra...'' Wanda's eyes snap to mine.
My sister's hands clutch the arms of her chair almost as if she is expecting something. Natasha, sitting to Wanda's left notices as well. Pretty soon every Avenger in the room is on edge on who this girl could be. Thor and Fury begin to move out of the way to the opposite side of the room, I'm assuming, to give room for the mystery woman to move in.
And in walks the most straight forward looking woman I've ever laid my eyes upon. Heart stopping, at the very least. She wears a very revealing black ball gown that is backless. She takes a few steps in her designer pumps before stopping to introduce herself at the head of the table, opposite from Fury. Giving a cheeky smile, she pulls two pistols from the bands on her thighs and a pocket knife from her cleavage. The brunette's vintage curls bounce only slightly as the places them silently on the rectangle table we sit in front of. She slides her weapons down to the Director in a respectful submission to authority. We come to realize that these two have a very different relationship even than Natasha and Fury.
As if suddenly becoming extremely self conscious of her body she stands up straight and gestures something to Fury pointing behind her. He nods and chuckles. Nick Fury never laughs. Margot takes off her 6 inch heels making her a petite 5'4. The next thing we know she's booking it in the hallway. Everyone turns their undivided attention to the Director for explanation except for Stark, who still stares at her sparkly pumps on the floor. Clint elbows Tony in the ribs a little too hard and says ,''Stark, you have a wife...'' I roll my eyes and send him a glare.
''I don't need to explain anything, her actions will explain louder than my words. Just pay attention.'' He says in a matter-of-fact tone. Glancing at his own watch he seems to be counting down.
'' 3...2...1...'' He mouths.
In walks the queen herself in a completely different outfit. She now wears a modest over sized sweater with faded blue jeans and combat boots. She smiles shyly again and bends down to pick up her heals. Making her way to the only empty seat right next to me, she feels the need to explain,''I'm Margot...Sorry...'' She speaks with a thick Sokovian accent which only makes me that much more intrigued.
Glancing down at her newly acquired outfit she says ,'' I was undercover as a young gold digger for 6 months...'' She implies with the words was that she ended her fake husband. She toys with the wedding ring on her finger, twisting it. ''It's amusing because they always make me play the person I'd never become...'' With a clear underlying meaning to her words she sits in the chair next to me and shoves the useless ring in her pocket. As soon as she does she covers up her right hand as if it's a disgrace not to be wearing the ring or something. I don't question any further because Fury starts talking.
''Alright now that we've met everyone on the permanent team let's talk business...'' He pulls up images of recent cases of kidnappings all over the globe. All female between the ages of 16 and 23. The homes have all been burned down and a hydra flag was left. It's almost as if they want us to follow the bread crumbs.
''This is too easy...'' I mumble just loud enough to everyone to hear. Instantly Margot, in high spirits, turns to face me in her rolling chair and says ,''You're from Sokovia!'' She's even more enchanting up close. Even after all she's been through, which is a lot like we all have been, It's mind boggling that she can still smile like she does. That's a golden hazel eyes gaze at me waiting for affirmation. I nod and whisper back because Fury has already started explain the rest ,'' My twin sister and I,'' I gesture to Wanda on the end and then I go on.'' We were also taken by Hydra but as soon as we realized they were a deadly organization we escaped and fought against them.''
Her smile turns to a frown as she pouts with slight humor. '' I wasn't strong enough to escape...'' Of course it doesn't mean all that much now that we're free ,but some people hold onto those things. What I didn't expect was for someone who had to be so unattached and so un-personal to be totally the opposite. Margot Avengotta is the most emotional, in touch with her feelings type of woman you could ever meet. It's in my nature to comfort so I do ,''But you are strong enough to live afterwards. Some truth trumps other truth...'' I see that my thick accent makes her smile again as she thinks thoughtfully about my words pondering on them like you chew on meat.
''Your are right...'' She speaks leaning closer to my ear this time only inches away. The red lipped woman hesitates because she knows not my name. ''Pietro Maximoff.'' I hum lowly with humor dancing from my lips. She nods and a piece of hair falls in front of her face. ''Pietro...'' Margot's tone changes as she analyzes my name in her brain. ''No, I have never met a Pietro...'' She smirks and looks at the 10 places we must visit to gather information about the Hydra kidnappings. ''There seems to be a first time for everything...'' The woman rolls her eyes softly and says ,''Ohhh yes...even marrying a Spanish drug Lord who secretly works for Hydra...'' We share a silent chuckle and then we both realize we should be paying attention.
She does not notice my quick glance at her right hand, what I see takes me off guard immediately. The most notable thing is that she has a nasty purple-blue bruise on the smallest part of her wrist and then on the vacant wedding ring finger I see irritated red skin. It looks as if she was twisting the ring a little too much to the point where is caused blisters and forming callouses. From there these things draw me to one conclusion; she thinks too much. Maybe not too much, but just doubts her decisions. We all have problems of our own to deal with I suppose. It's none of my business anyway. Maybe I think too much. Who am I fooling? I live in my head.
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