Age of Darkness | Pietro Maximoff

Chapter Twenty-Three: Only Who Is Left

Music is "Flying" by Dan Cullen featuring Deryn Cullen.

Picture is my edit of Glory and Tony.

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"War does not determine who is right - only who is left."

- Bernhard Russell

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

The room seemed to be fading in and out. Lights flickered, voices echoed. They felt like they were filtered through a conch shell, the waves of voices coming in and out like the tide. I could feel my body fighting the drugs, fighting the weight of gravity that normally does little to my body. Whatever they've injected me with is taking it's tole harshly, like the waves upon the cliffs. What happened to the cliff after an eon?

"I didn't think you'd do it," a voice says. I can't see, my eyes are closed, but I know that voice and are able to put a face to it: Tony Stark.

"Didn't think I had the guts, old man?" another voice says, almost angrily. It's Vlad's voice.

"Not necessarily," Tony replies. "I didn't think you could betray your closest friend. I almost couldn't."

"But you did."

"We all do thing's we never thought we would in war."

"Don't question my resolve again," Vlad threatens. "I'm going to see how Dr. Cho is progressing on the weapons. Let me know when she wakes up or when the extraction is complete."

Nothing more is heard before a door slams shut. I assumed Vlad left the room, for Tony starts speaking to me, or rather, to himself. "He's a handful, Glory. I can see why you liked him."

Tony sighs heavily and groans. "I hope you never forgive me for this. I don't deserve it. It's a necessary evil." He pauses. "I guess I'm back to taking advantage of people and making weapons again. How the tables turn."

I hear a creak, and before I can pull myself to complete, undrugged consciousness, the door opens and shuts, leaving me alone in a place where I don't know where I am or what is going on. Somewhere where I'm not going to be safe if my gut is right.

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{Third Person P.O.V.}

"What the fucking hell?" Pieteo curses loudly in Russian, throwing himself at Logan. Logan huffs, rage in his eyes and stands up to Pietro. The two prepare for the inevitable fight. "You let him take her! You did not even try!"

"You know I can't understand Russian, you ass!"

"You left her!" he repeats in English. "You did not even try to save her!"

"I tried!" Logan shouts back, pushing Pietro away from him. "She's a stubborn one. She teleported us a mile away before I could do a thing."

"Calm down," Steve orders, placing a hand on Pietro's chest, a warning look in his eyes.

Pietro glares at him, and with super speed slaps his hand away. "If Bucky was taken, you would do everything to save him."

"He has," Nat comments. "Winter 1943, Germans kidnapped the 107th. Peggy Carter and Howard Stark snuck Steve to rescue them."

Steve looks over at a smirking Natasha and gives her a look that says, "You traitor."

"Sorry, Steve. Just the truth."

"How can you both be so casual about Glory's kidnapping?" Pietro exclaims. "We have to go save her!"

"First of all," Steve says, "we didn't even know she was gone until your sister," he glares at Wanda, "and Logan returned. She didn't ask you to come with her?"