Age of Glory | Pietro Maximoff

Chapter Twelve: Семья (Family)

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Music is "Compass" by Two Steps From Hell & Thomas Bergersen ft. Merethe Soltvedt.

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CHAPTER TWELVE

The morning after the arrest, I get a call from the precinct about Gregory. He's been arrested for assault, and after my testimony, conspiracy to murder, and attempted murder. The prosecuting attorney says that he's looking at ten years at least. At most, 25 - life. It all depends on the court cases.

After the weight is lifted off my shoulders, I thank the officer and hang up. Pietro stands behind me, waiting for the news. I grin. "He's going away for a long, long time."

Pietro smiles that lovely white smile and picks me up in his arms, spinning me around. "Wonderful," he says, kissing me over and over.

I giggle after every kiss. "So, what did you want to tell me?"

He sits down on the sofa behind him and pulls me to stand between his knees. "I have come to a decision."

"Yes?" I encourage him.

"I do not want to go home," he whispers, looking at me the entire time. "I want to stay here, with you."

I'm in shock to say the least. "What? What about Wanda? The Avengers? Your powers, they won't last forever."

"I will miss Wanda, and the Avengers, but they already think I am dead. For all I know, something evil sent me here and wants me to attempt to go back. And so what about my powers? No one here has them. I do not need them." He plays with a strand of my hair. "I need you."

I sigh into a smile. "But Pietro-"

"Do you not want me to stay?"

"Well, yes of course. Wait-no. I mean... I want to stay with you. I don't care where." I pause. "What if I were to come to your reality?"

Pietro looks taken back. "Well, that would make you unhappy. You have your friends. You said yourself they are your family."

"But you have actual family, a sister, in your world." I groan, leaning my forehead against his. "I don't know what to do."

"Me neither, but either way, I am not leaving you."

"That makes two of us," I agree. I grasp his hands and hold them tightly. "Let's think this over today, okay?"

He nods, kissing my cheek. "Of course, Возлюбленная."

I smile and kiss him, slowly. His hands go to my waist, pulling me closer. I place my hands on his shoulders and pull him as close as we can get. My heart is racing, and Pietro is close enough that I can tell his is as well.

I pull back, reluctantly, and say, "I don't want to be by myself today, but I don't feel like going out. What if I invite my friends over for a hang out?"

Pietro smiles. "Anything for you, Возлюбленная. Besides, I would love to meet this family of vagabonds of yours."

I laugh, throwing my head back. "Okay, let me make some calls."

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I open the door and find my four best friends standing in front of me. They all yell, "Surprise!" as Arry throws confetti everywhere and Cordelia blows the party whistles.