The Sound of Her Wings
By Goose
NOTE: I think Pietro is slightly OOC, and this is really depressing. It's a crossover with
Neil Gaiman's "Sandman" series, using the character of... Well, you'll see. She's not a
Mary Sue, so don't let it scare you away! The title is from an issue of "Sandman" (I think
it's #10, but I'm not sure.)
***
Pietro scrambled to safety, out of breath for the first time he could remember. He felt
weighed down, slow, but at the same time it was as though he had been freed of some
unknown burden. He seemed to have lost his super-speed, and this frustrated him to no
end.
Pietro didn't know where he was headed, only that he had to get there soon. He was
meeting somebody...
There was a girl. At first he thought it might be Rogue, for she was dressed in a gothic
style, but this stranger's hair fell to her shoulders in an ebony wave. If possible, she was
even paler than Rogue, her smooth skin deathly pale. The stranger turned to him and
smile kindly, and Pietro felt fear and comfort at her attention.
"Who are you?" he asked.
Her smile widened ever so slightly and she looked at the ground again. "I have many
names," she said. "Angel will suffice for now."
"Angel..." She was hardly angelic in his opinion, but Pietro found he liked her company.
This was someone he had been waiting for his entire life, although he could not think
why.
Angel reached out her hand to him. "Come on, Pietro. We have to go now."
"Go where?" he asked as he grasped her fingers. "And how did you know my name? I
never said—"
"There is something you must see."
Angel led him back the way he had come. Pietro found that this time, he was not tired at
all and he felt completed as he held her hand. Things had come full circle.
"Full circle...?" he wondered aloud. As he tried to figure out what he had meant by that
stray thought, Angel stopped and he walked into her.
"What?"
Angel stepped aside to allow him a better view. Pietro saw himself, in full battle gear,
lying on the ground. Crimson blood was pooling under his lifeless body. There was a
yellowish bone spike protruding from his chest where it had pierced his heart. His eyes
were dull and opened, staring at himself. If there had been anything in his stomach, he
might have vomited.
He stared at Angel in shock and confusion. "What... What happened to me?"
"There was a fight," she replied in sad tones. "You were taunting the Daniels boy when
one of your teammates, Lance Alvers, was hit by Summers. He is physically well now,
but you were distracted and a spike, meant only to hit the ground near you to alarm you,
pierced your heart instead. Your opponents went home, and your teammates will return
soon to collect your body." She paused and approached him, arms stretched to embrace
his shaking form. "Daniels feels terrible guilt for your death. I see him next."
Pietro backed away from her. "You... But... Angel..."
"The Angel of Death, Pietro. Are you ready to go now?"
Solemnly, Pietro nodded and stepped into her embrace. Her arms folded around him, and
he rested his weary head on her shoulder with his eyes closed. He heard the beating of
mighty wings...
...And Pietro Maximoff was set free.
By Goose
NOTE: I think Pietro is slightly OOC, and this is really depressing. It's a crossover with
Neil Gaiman's "Sandman" series, using the character of... Well, you'll see. She's not a
Mary Sue, so don't let it scare you away! The title is from an issue of "Sandman" (I think
it's #10, but I'm not sure.)
***
Pietro scrambled to safety, out of breath for the first time he could remember. He felt
weighed down, slow, but at the same time it was as though he had been freed of some
unknown burden. He seemed to have lost his super-speed, and this frustrated him to no
end.
Pietro didn't know where he was headed, only that he had to get there soon. He was
meeting somebody...
There was a girl. At first he thought it might be Rogue, for she was dressed in a gothic
style, but this stranger's hair fell to her shoulders in an ebony wave. If possible, she was
even paler than Rogue, her smooth skin deathly pale. The stranger turned to him and
smile kindly, and Pietro felt fear and comfort at her attention.
"Who are you?" he asked.
Her smile widened ever so slightly and she looked at the ground again. "I have many
names," she said. "Angel will suffice for now."
"Angel..." She was hardly angelic in his opinion, but Pietro found he liked her company.
This was someone he had been waiting for his entire life, although he could not think
why.
Angel reached out her hand to him. "Come on, Pietro. We have to go now."
"Go where?" he asked as he grasped her fingers. "And how did you know my name? I
never said—"
"There is something you must see."
Angel led him back the way he had come. Pietro found that this time, he was not tired at
all and he felt completed as he held her hand. Things had come full circle.
"Full circle...?" he wondered aloud. As he tried to figure out what he had meant by that
stray thought, Angel stopped and he walked into her.
"What?"
Angel stepped aside to allow him a better view. Pietro saw himself, in full battle gear,
lying on the ground. Crimson blood was pooling under his lifeless body. There was a
yellowish bone spike protruding from his chest where it had pierced his heart. His eyes
were dull and opened, staring at himself. If there had been anything in his stomach, he
might have vomited.
He stared at Angel in shock and confusion. "What... What happened to me?"
"There was a fight," she replied in sad tones. "You were taunting the Daniels boy when
one of your teammates, Lance Alvers, was hit by Summers. He is physically well now,
but you were distracted and a spike, meant only to hit the ground near you to alarm you,
pierced your heart instead. Your opponents went home, and your teammates will return
soon to collect your body." She paused and approached him, arms stretched to embrace
his shaking form. "Daniels feels terrible guilt for your death. I see him next."
Pietro backed away from her. "You... But... Angel..."
"The Angel of Death, Pietro. Are you ready to go now?"
Solemnly, Pietro nodded and stepped into her embrace. Her arms folded around him, and
he rested his weary head on her shoulder with his eyes closed. He heard the beating of
mighty wings...
...And Pietro Maximoff was set free.