Age of Glory | Pietro Maximoff

Chapter Six: I Have A Little Picture

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“Big picture? I have a little picture. I take it out and look at it every day." ~Pietro Maximoff

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CHAPTER SIX

The knock on my front door sends me flying towards it. Could it be...?

When I open it, standing in front of me is Aspen. A sigh, of relief or disappointment will be decided later, escapes my mouth as I smile at my best friend. "Penzie." I grab her in a hug.

"Hey, Morning Glory," she says, excited. "What's up?"

I stand back and look my best friend over. "Damn girl, you got tan!"

Aspen's usually pale skin has turned a complementary shade of beige. Her brown hair has red highlights, and the braids in Tolkien's elvish style are lighter. Her brown, almond shaped eyes are framed by dark lashes. She looks like Tauriel from The Hobbit.

Her usual style can be described as hippie/elf/witch. She loves long skirts, ponchos, the colors green and brown, and knitted clothing. She like wearing her fake elf ears to freak people out. It's hilarious.

Aspen laughs. "That's what the DC will do, sweets, ready to go?"

I nod. "Ready as I'll ever be!" I grab my jacket and head out with Aspen.

When we arrive at the café in downtown, I order my usual hot cocoa, and Aspen goes for her green tea. She's a bit of a health nut.

The café resides on the end of a street, snuggly in the woods that start behind it. There is a wrap around porch for people to sit and enjoy their food and company. The antique feel of the building brings character and charm to the people who visit.

We make small talk until our drinks arrive. Aspen tells me of her trips to the cliffs in the Dominican Republic, and how she collected fossils, shells, and even plant and insect remains from the wildlife there. I tell how the gang has been doing, and how fhe Earth Day festivals went.

"So," she says, after the waiter hands us our hot drinks. "How did it go last night with your friend?" She takes a sip of her tea, raising her eyebrows at me.

I roll my eyes. "It went fine. Still haven't figured out a way to get him home, but it'll work out. If he even wants my help anymore."

"What happened?"

"This morning, before you came over, I think I said something," or did something, "and he got a little upset." A little? "It'll be fine, though. He just needed some time alone." I hope.

"Oh dear," Aspen replies, worriedly. "Are you sure, babe? Can I do anything to help?"

I shake my head, forcing a smile. "Nah. I'll figjre it out. Don't worry."

"Okay..." she says, hesitantly. "Don't let him hurt you, okay? Even if he is a friend."

My thoughts rage back to this morning. Pietro pinning me down, my wrists aching. I absent-mindedly stroke the slight bruises that he left behind, and wince internally. "Yeah. I won't."