No one was sorry to see her die.
Well, except him.
She wasn't a very likable person, that much was obvious. She'd walk around with a scowl on her face and her eyebrows furrowed, almost daring you to talk to her. Then if you did grow the courage to approach her her voice was cold and her words were rude and filled with sarcasm. No one knew why she was permanently angry but they came to accept and ignore it. Well, all except one.
Pietro Maximoff found it hard to believe that a person could contain no happiness, so he set out to find it. He talked to her every day, whether or not she wanted to, and inevitably she became quite fond of the young man. While she started out dreading having to see him every day she now looked forward to it.
It was an odd friendship, that's something everyone could see. He would force her to go out and do something besides work. While she would be uncomfortable and maybe awkward during those times she always enjoyed it because he was there. She may not have always been happy, but it made his day if he could get even a smile to pass those lips.
Of course, that's when she was alive and well. These days it's rather hard to make a dead girl smile.
He still remembers ever detail about that day. Every tiny detail. They were supposed to go ice skating, she had never been. She hadn't done most things, though.
She had been called into a last minute mission with Natasha, Clint, and Steve. Some of the best hands to be in. It was an undercover mission taking place in Portugal. The details hadn't been very clear, but they promised to expand on the trip over.
"Here, finish this." She shoved the blueberry muffin across the kitchen counter. "I'll see you when I get back." She turned to follow Clint out of the room to pack for the mission. Pietro only nodded and then did as she said and finished the muffin.
He didn't have a clue that anything would go wrong, so wrong. He didn't expect her to text him back on the trip over or on the way back, so he wasn't surprised to go the whole day without hearing from her. Plus, it was only supposed to be a day long mission. It was one of the easy ones. It wasn't until the jet had landed and he saw Natasha and Clint come off the jet with solemn faced that he knew something was wrong. Neither of them could make eye contact with him as they both walked past him and into the Avengers facility. Then Steve walked off the jet. His face said it all.
"Steve? Where's (Y/n). I'm taking her ice skating." Pietros words were rushed as he tried to walk past Steve and onto the jet.
"Pietro," Steve grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "She didn't make it."
"No, no, no." Pietro began to cry. "I have to take her ice skating. She's never been, Steve. She was so excited." His voice cracked.
"I was able to bring her back to the compound but your not gonna like what you see." Steve's eyes began to water as Pietro fell into his arms. "It all happened so fast. I really did everything I could. I'm so sorry."
"I wanna see. I wanna see her." He choked out, beginning to walk towards the jet. Steve followed him slowly and showed him where her remains were. A blanket covered her body. He took a deep breath before pulling the blanket away. His eyes immediately fell to the deep gash through her throat, what had to've been the cause of death. Sobs began to fall from his mouth and his chest tightened. He let his hands come up to caress her cold cheek and he stared at the dried blood on her mouth.
For hours he cried into her lifeless body until finally Wanda was able to drag him away. He carried her body to the medical wing where they would preserve her body until the funeral. Until today.
The Avengers were getting ready to leave for the cemetery but they weren't as upset as they shouldve been. They weren't as upset as Pietro.
"I don't want you to go Sam." He stated calmly as they all met in the kitchen.
"Excuse me?" Sam's eyebrows rose in shock.
"I don't want you to go to the funeral. You were mean to her." His jaw clenched and he stared at his feet.
"Yeah, well she was a bitch most of the time. Doesn't mean I can't mourn the loss of a teammate." Sam bit back.
"No. You aren't allowed. You made her cry! I don't want you there!" He yelled finally looking up at the man.
"Piet." Wanda spoke softly placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure that wasn't his intention. You don't get to decide who gets to go to the funeral."
"You all hated her! None of you cared about her! You never even gave her a chance!" Pietro continued to yell at the team. "I loved her! I loved her, Wanda." He turned and threw himself into his sisters arms.
"I know, Piet. I know." She whispered as she rubbed his back.
It wasn't until that moment that the rest of the Avengers realized how little they knew about their teammate. Guilt began to take over their bodies as they watched the speedster cry his heart out.
The funeral was agonizing. No one knew what to say of the girl. It was very fast and very quiet. They mourned for a girl they didn't know, while their friend mourned for the girl he loved but didn't get to tell.
