Marvel Imagines

Pietro

You clutch your gun closer to you. You are currently hiding behind a pile of house rubble.

You and the Avengers are fighting Ultron.

'We will beat him! I know it!' You tell yourself.

"Holy- Fuck!" You hear in your earpiece.

"Pietro?! Are you alright?!" You freak out.

"Babe, I'm fine. Calm down. I just tripped.- (BANG)" Pietro tells you, and you hear a bang.

"Pietro?!"

"I-I'm fine (Y/N). Are you alright? Where are you?!" He yells in between pants.

You run to another location and where you were at last blows up. You shoot multiple of the robots. "I'm by the ships. I'm helping Steve get people on them."

"Alright I'm coming."

Steve yells to you. "Everyone is on board! C'mon (Y/N)!"

"Alright!" You start to run towards him but glance behind you and see Clint hobbling with a little boy.

"I'll be right back Steve!" You run towards Clint.

"(Y/N)! No! Watch out!"

Pietro beats you to Clint but you see Untron with a machine gun shooting at the ground and he starts gets closer to them.

"No! Pietro!" You cry out.

You pick up into a full on sprint holding a blown off car door.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

That is the sound of bullets hitting off of the door. You're safe!

Pietro shakes his head. "(Y/N)... wait... (Y/N)?! Where are you?!" He throws the door away.

Vision going to finish Ultron off.

You lay there on your side. "No..no no no no! (Y/N)!" Pietro runs to your side.

"Please...no..."

Steve, Clint and the others run to your side.

You look up at Pietro. "Hi." You let out a small laugh but it ends quickly with a heavy short breathe.

"Why...why did you do that?!" He cries out.

Tears pool in your eyes. His tears fall onto your face and bloody body.

"You-You're dying... Why did you do it?!" He screams in pain. You give him a sympathetic smile.

You reach your hand up and cup his cheek. "Because some people are worth suffering for.."

"Kiss me god damn it." You growl. He leans down and kisses your lips lightly. Full of love.

Your eyes flutter closed. He took your breathe away. And you won't get it back. You lay there motionless with a small smile.

You're glad he was there to be with you. And to take your last breathe.