Age of Glory | Pietro Maximoff

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Right Partner

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Music is "Solomon" by Hans Zimmer from the 12 Years A Slave OST.

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"Figured I'd wait."
"For what?"
"The right partner." ~Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

He wouldn't even tell me where we were going. He just said to wear something inconspicuous and be prepared for anything. To which I replied, "Pietro, with you, that's every day."

So, I dressed in a simple black dress (which I borrowed from Wanda), black boots, and a golden hoodie. My hair was in usual waves and my makeup was simple.

He told me to wait by the jet at 10 o'clock this morning, so here I am, waiting for him. I asked Friday if he was coming soon and who would be driving us, but she wouldn't give me answers. She was told it was "classified". Strange.

Soon after I arrive, I see a blue blur race down the hallway towards the Stark airplane hanger. Pietro then stands in front of me, out of breath. "So sorry! I got lost!" He wears jeans and a white T-shirt with blue racing stripes. True to his superpower, he wouldn't leave home without his running shoes.

I laugh, hugging him. "Don't worry, Pietro. You're only," I check the clock on Friday's console, "two minutes late."

He smiles and pulls me up for a kiss. "Are you ready for our date?"

"Never more ready."

We enter the jet, though no one else is inside. "Who's flying us?" I ask, taking a seat in the comfortable area behind the cockpit. It's different than a quinjet. It's more of a leisure jet than a military/Avenger plane.

Pietro sits beside me and the Hawk comes aboard, wearing a pilots uniform. "Believe it or not, I can fly a normal plane."

I smile at Clint. "Where are we going? I asked Friday, but she wouldn't spill a word."

"Good!" Clint opens the cockpit door and enters. A few moments later, I hear him over the intercom, saying, "Good morning, lady and gentleman. Our destination is classified, but we should be arriving in a couple hours. Sit back and enjoy your flight. And no funny business, kids. Tony says to keep his jet clean."

I roll my eyes, turning to Pietro. "You're really not going to tell me?"

He shakes his head, no. "Nope. It is a surprise for my beautiful girlfriend." He kisses my nose and wraps his arm around my shoulders. "And you do look amazing."

"I'm wearing a hoodie," I laugh. "I've worn more sophisticated."

"You could wear a paper bag and you would still be the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on."

I blush and change the subject. "It's a really nice plane. Tony let you borrow it?" The interior is regal looking, all red and cream colors. There are two separate sofa areas in the cabin, one in the front where we sit, and one by the bathroom in the rear. It's clearly a private, professional plane.

"I asked him a day or two ago for permission, and Clint offered to fly us anywhere I wanted."

"So I get no hints?" I move over to his lap and sit facing him. "None at all?"

He shakes his head, smirking. "Sorry not sorry. You will love it, though. At least, I hope you will."

I kiss him slowly. "I'm sure I will. I'll love anything you do."