Chapter Seven
A loud 'thud' sound jostles Emma awake from her slumber.
Her eyelids flutter open groggily before her senses kick in sharply with her realising she's not in Wakanda anymore.
Rocky concrete walls and high rise ceilings surround her and it takes her mere seconds to figure out where she is.
She knows because she's been here before. Once a long time ago when she first met Pietro and another just recently – during the Avengers' raid for Loki's sceptre.
And she'll never forget it. It's the place where Pietro was given his powers and it's the place where he received the multiple scars gracing his back.
It's the Hydra Base.
The last thing Emma remembers happening on the ship in South Africa was her iintense reunion with Pietro and Wanda.
The twins must've brought her here, she realises.
Ultron…his endeavour to make himself a new body with the strongest metal on Earth…the Avengers…
Everything starts making its way to the forefront of her mind. Her priorities start to straighten and Emma knows she must get back to help the Avengers. It's the right thing to do.
As soon as she realises this, her eyes flit over to the numerous metal bars lining up the entrance of what seems to be her cell where she is currently in. Instinctively, she raises her palms to blast the bars away.
But nothing gives way.
Utterly perplexed, she tries gain.
Still nothing…
Not giving up just yet, she results to brute force instead. Taking a step back, she launches herself into a somersault and aims a sharp kick to the poles.
However, a repelling force knocks her ten feet backwards.
"You won't get out,"a perfectly crisp Slovakian accent she is all too familiar with speaks out.
Emma narrows her eyes. "Oh? And why's that?"
He says nothing.
"If you don't have a reason then I'm going to keep trying till I get myself out of this jail cell," proclaims Emma indignantly before she proceeds to throw powerful blasts of energy at the barrier with each attack seemingly absorbed by an invisible force.
"Stop Emma, you will tire yourself out." The silver-haired speedster gazes at her with a sad smile. "It is Vibranium. And what it is you call it… ah a force field made by the sceptre, mixed together. It is impenetrable from the inside."
Emma's mind pieces together his words quickly. "Impenetrable from the inside? Pietro, you have to get me out of here!"
He shakes his head slowly, his steely eyes hard. "I cannot do that."
Emma's heart sinks to her stomach. She gazes at Pietro with pleading eyes.
"Please Pietro," she begs. "Ultron doesn't want to save the world. He wants to destroy it."
Pietro is conflicted. He desperately wants to believe his girlfriend but she has spent enough time around the Avengers for him to question her sanity. He does not know what lies Stark has filled her with but he knows he is right.
"I do not what Ultron wishes to do. But he is not Stark."
"Ultron isn't who he claims to be," insists Emma. "Wanda can't see into his mind right? Think about it Pietro, he has to be hiding something. How can you really trust something that came out of Stark if he really does destroy everything in his path like you say he does?"
"Ultron is not Stark," repeats Pietro, faltering, with a lot less conviction in his tone.
Emma senses an opening to get through to him.
She walks up directly to where he is, the barrier being the only thing separating them.
"Ultron is a child of Tony. I'm a hundred percent sure he inherited other things besides his colours from Stark's ironman armour," says Emma matter-of-factly. "Think about it - the way Ultron speaks, you and Wanda both heard it back in Wakanda. Even Ulysses Klaw noticed it. His mannerisms, his attitude… they're all an extension of Stark's massive egoistic personality. Only worse. He's not going to save the world, Pietro. He's going take our shitty world and burn it to the ground."
His eyes widen. And he heaves a sigh in resignation.
"Say you are right, what makes you think Stark wants to save this world as well."
"Because he's changed," declares Emma firmly, determination evident in her eyes. "He may have made the weapons which hurt thousands, but he spent the past few years of his life doing his damn hardest to help as well. And although Ultron was a fucked up repercussion of his desire to help, his intent was honourable. He didn't mean for Ultron to hurt others. And I know, he's dealing with his guilt every single day. For a man who has everything, he's still struggling to find penance and self-acceptance. He's changed."
Pietro mulls over Emma's words seriously.
Moments of silence befall upon them before Pietro stalks away quietly, his footsteps echoing throughout the empty castle, getting lighter and softer with each step.
Emma sinks to the ground and pulls her knees to her chest in sadness.
She was certain she had gotten through to Pietro. Guess she doesn't know him as well as she thought.
Now that she knows she can't escape, she only prays the rest of the Avengers will manage to stop Ultron without her help.
No matter what decisions Wanda and Pietro have made thus far were under misconceptions and misguidance, and Emma will never hate them for that. She only hopes Pietro and Wanda will see the truth one day.
Her love for Pietro is boundless and she can't fault him for doing what he thinks is best, albeit the wrong choices. His unyielding loyalty to stick by what he believes in is admirable. But Emma can't help the small semblance of hurt wounding her heart.
She thought he would have more faith in her.
Her heart clenches tightly. And she lays curled up in a tiny ball for an indefinite amount of time.
At some point, tears had begun streaming down her face and she lay there thinking about her life.
Footsteps can be heard reverberating throughout her jail cell and Emma hastily wipes the tear tracks off her face when Pietro appears in front of her view again.
He frowns. "You have been crying."
She doesn't respond and hugs her knees closer to her chest, hiding her face in between them.
Suddenly, she hears a faint buzzing sound and seconds later, two muscular arms wrap themselves around her torso, embracing her.
"Shhhh…" hushes Pietro soothingly as he buries his face into her hair.
Too long he has been away from her for he misses the comfort she brings to him by being in his arms.
Emma only responds by crying harder and her arms fall limply to her sides.
She doesn't even know why she is crying, but the wrecking sobs escaping her can't seem to stop.
Pietro places a gentle kiss on her forehead and she vaguely registers what is happening before it occurs.
Air howls in her ears and she shuts her eyes tightly to prevent a whiplash.
She feels something soft beneath her and reopens her eyes to look.
Gone are the sterile cold walls of the cell she was in. Now, she is in a room with a bed and a table lamp on the bedside table beside it.
Her eyes drift back to Pietro's face.
H doesn't speak but he gently lifts her up like she weighs nothing and tucks her under the blanket.
She is confused by his actions.
I need to escape, she thinks. But is also too tired to say anything
Instead, she feels her eyelids closing unwittingly.
Sleep finds her easily and her mind barely registers a warm body pressing into her back before she loses consciousness.
Dreamless thoughts invade her mind.
Sunlight penetrates through the tiny cracks within the confines of the room and arouses Emma from her slumber.
She feels two familiar arms around her waist and can't help but bask in the comfort and familiarity of this feeling.
It almost resembles the old times in her old makeshift home.
Almost.
It seems like such a long time ago.
She misses the simplicity of it.
When the sound of a deep yawn fills the room, Emma knows Pietro is waking up as well.
She manoeuvres her body to face him and feels her heart skip a beat at the sight of him.
A mop of unruly silver hair rests upon his head – a personification of what one would describe as sex hair, and long dark lashes flutter across his creasing cheeks. He has light stubble across his defined jaw line but it only serves to accentuate his masculinity, making Emma marvel in wonder at how he was hers.
The days of fights between Ultron and the Avengers have taken its toll on Pietro – a sight clearly illustrated by the darkened circles beneath his eyes and addition wrinkles marring his forehead, but he has never looked more appealing to her than before.
She knows he is having an internal battle with himself and she is overwhelmed with emotion at how much he cares about her.
Ultron clearly did not ask him to bring her to his bed, but here she was.
Emma's eyes soften and she raises a hand to lightly graze the side of Pietro's cheek. Her love is pure and unadulterated, but if she is forced to choose a side, the answer is clear to her.
"A coin for your thoughts?" murmurs a half awake Pietro incoherently as he wraps his arms around Emma.
Giggling, Emma corrects, "Penny. It's a penny for your thoughts."
Pietro rolls his eyes playfully. "Same thing. Americans and their slang. My purpose is to communicate, not to replicate their words perfectly."
She leans into his touch and breathes out, "It's grammar, my dear."
Pietro does not reply. Instead, he moves his face forward and catches Emma's lips with his own.
The electricity around them fizzles and all of a sudden, the tension in the air is palpable.
The kiss is different this time, more passionate, more forceful. Perhaps the need is arising from the desire to forget everything around or maybe, they just missed each other after being away from so long. Regardless, they are pressing against each other like it will be their last time together.
Pietro places his hands firmly on Emma's back and gently flips her such that she is laying beneath him. He kneels between her legs and continues to pepper her face with loving kisses.
His hands tenderly touch her waist – her shirt having been ridden up halfway, exposing her flat stomach, and he nips her ear gently, moving on to kiss her neck and slowly working his way downwards.
It is almost too much for Emma to handle. The heat from his touches and the burn she feels from his stubble grazing her exposed skin makes her want to combust on the spot.
It is electrifying and the worst part is, she doesn't want him to stop.
They have never gone this far before, most of their affections merely stopping at kisses and hugs before.
She is eagerly anticipating Pietro's next move and her back arches slightly when she feels his hot breath on the skin of her belly button. The tingling sensation arouses her and it makes her toes curl.
Pietro's hooded eyes meet hers and he whispers, "Let me see you."
Emma knows exactly what he means and makes a quick move to remove her top, leaving her in a black cotton bra. She arches her back and bites her lip as Pietro slowly unclasps it, pulling it way from her.
She blushes under his scrutiny of her body but has her insecurities eased by Pietro's lips upon hers, engaging her in a searing kiss.
"So beautiful," he murmurs as palms her breasts gently, his lips only leaving hers to shower her body with equal affection.
As he slowly kisses and touches her all over, he never showed the slightest disappointment in what he found. Instead, Emma could feel his growing excitement against her leg, and it gave her more confidence, lightly the fire of her own arousal.
Pietro brushes her hair off her face with longing. She can see he is trying very hard to resist his sexual desires and she feels warm all over, knowing he wants her that way.
Tugging at his shirt, Emma murmurs, "I want to see you too."
In a flash, Pietro's top is removed and as he leans forward to kiss her, Emma's tiny palm rests on his defined chest, stopping him.
Perplexed, Pietro looks into her eyes questioningly.
"All of you," emphasises Emma through hooded lids. She has seen Pietro half naked before and she knows she is ready for more.
Understanding dawns upon him and he is left in his skin tight boxers, with his manhood straining against it.
Emma sits up and struggles to remove the jeans she is wearing when Pietro wraps his arms around hers, causing her to pause momentarily.
She feels his breath on her neck.
"Let me," he says.
Emma nods dumbly and stands as Pietro quickly pulls her skinny jeans off her, leaving her in her black cotton panties.
She sees Pietro lick his lips and courage surges through her.
"Lay back," she says as she gently pushes Pietro backwards to lean on his bed. When he lies down, she straddles his thighs.
"What are you planning to do, my love?" asks Pietro breathlessly in a thick accent.
Emma places gentle kisses all over Pietro's chest and gently strokes the scars on his back.
When she reaches his hips, Emma looks up at Pietro and smiles.
"Loving you," replies Emma as she reaches her hand into his boxers to extract his erection.
Pietro hisses in reply as he feels her delicate fingers touching him. She palms him gently and is enamoured with the size of him. He is big but she knows he will fit in her. She only hopes it will not hurt. The pre-existing form of intimacy Emma had was horrifying – her father raping her, it was defilement. But she knows Pietro will not be like that.
Pietro senses her hesitation and leans down to scoop her into his arms.
"We do not have to do this," he assures. Pietro knows of Emma's dark past and will not pressure her into anything. His concern for her overpowers his sexual desire to be sated.
Emma matters more than his needs.
Emma looks up into his eyes and smiles softly, touched by his love for her.
"I want to," assures Emma before she pushes him to lay back down. Before he can protest, he feels her hot mouth taking him in and he can't help the groans escaping him.
He hardened even more, if that was possible. And after a few more licks and sucks from Emma, feels his balls tightening.
Pietro pulls Emma up and kisses her deeply.
"Not like this," says Pietro. He wants to finish inside her. But before that, he wants to shower her with his love. "It's your turn."
Emma bites her lip and nods.
With her consent, Pietro quickly removes his boxers and Emma's cotton underwear.
He gently lowers his mouth onto the apex of her thighs and licks his way towards his destination. Pietro sucks on her clit and licks her lower lips, enjoying the taste of her and the moans of pleasure she is making.
Feeling her getting wetter, Pietro inserts a finger into her slowly, lifting his eyes to see if she is in any pain or if she is suffering from any sort of memory of her dad. When he sees none of it, he slowly moves his fingers in and out of her, while licking her fervently.
Emma arches her back and clutches the sheets around her tightly as the coil building up in her stomach. Her hand unwittingly moves to tug Pietro's hair when she feels him insert another finger into her.
She thought she would have felt some sort of semblance of pain or reminder of her painful past, but she didn't. This experience was all Pietro.
She thought about nothing but him.
The unfamiliar pleasure is building up in her and she feels herself aching with need to be joined with Pietro.
Without hesitation, Emma sits up to grab Pietro towards her.
"Take me," she says as she pulls him in for a searing hot kiss.
"Are you sure?" he asks with eyes full of concern.
"Yes," murmurs Emma as she places her hands firmly on his back. "Are you?"
"For you? Always," promises Pietro.
Without another word, Pietro swiftly enters her, earning moans of satisfaction from both of them.
She is so warm, tight and wet. And he is tempted to move, but he knows Emma needs time to adjust, so he forces himself to stay still.
"More," Emma finally murmurs.
And that is all Pietro needs to start thrusting in and out of her, engulfing her with his scent.
He kisses her softly and leans down to suck gently on her breasts as he moves within her with Emma reciprocating via the movement of her hips to meet his thrusts.
All that can be heard throughout the room is their moans of pleasure and the sound of their bodies slick with sweat moving against each other throughout their lovemaking.
It is beautiful. And despite the circumstances they are under, neither of them regret anything.
For now, they are living in the moment.
They are not on opposing sides for now.
For now, they are just Pietro and Emma.
Author's note
Hope you liked this chapter! Leave some feedback on what you'd like to happen next or how you feel about this chapter Thank you for reading! Till next time.