Age of Glory | Pietro Maximoff

Chapter Twenty-Seven: I Don't Want Your Future

Picture is from Avengers: Age Of Ultron.

Music is "Back To The Earth" by Two Steps From Hell.

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"I don't want your suffering! I don't want your future!" ~Charles Xavier

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

When we arrive at Clint's farmhouse, the first thing I see is a very pregnant Laura hugging her husband close. Most of the Avengers have gathered inside; Cap and Tony remain outside with Wanda, Vision, and Pietro. They seem to be discussing something important.

I walk up to them, and they immediately stop their conversation. "What were you talking about?"

"Nothing," Tony says, walking over to the house. "I'm going to check on Rhodey."

I sigh. "Please, someone tell me what's going on. Why did we crash? What just happened in Manhattan? I'm so confused."

"As are we," Vision says. "We think that you might have had a part to play with the crash."

"What?" I couldn't have caused it. I was asleep.

"When you were sleeping," Wanda says, "I saw your dreams. You were having nightmares, and I think that the man you met caused it. Vision said you were hit with some of the black flame before you teleported him and yourself out."

"We believe that the black flame causes nightmares," Vision sums up. "And yours were terrifying enough for you to use your powers in the real world."

"So wait," I say, shaking my head. "This guy creates portals, has this black flame that infects people with some sort of mutant-creating virus, and it makes bad dreams?"

"It looks that way," Steve says, looking down at his feet. "We know you didn't mean to, but you were screaming and crying and you sent out a shock wave of energy. It whiped out the electronics, the power, and anything that was breakable shattered."

My hands start to shake. I recall my dream, the horrifying things I whitnessed. I remember the deaths of my friends, my family, and then I recall what caused me to wake: Pietro. He was going to be next.

Something pops into my head. "This is what will become of them," Gregory had said. Wanda cringes as she reads my thoughts. I immediately stop my train of though, smiling sadly at her. "Don't read my thoughts, please. You don't want to see them."

"Maybe it is not dreams," she whispers, her hand finding Vision's for comfort. "Maybe it is a warning. Maybe it is the future."

"What was your dream?" Steve asks. "If you don't mind sharing."

I turn to him with solemn eyes. "You die. All of you."

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Rain pours down the window, a slight pitter-patter as it finds it's way towards the ground. There's no thunder, no harsh storm, just the silence and tranquility of a late November rain.

I wish my mind was as peaceful as the weather. My thoughts have been a storm since we arrived. I've spent the time alone, nearly three hours, sitting on my bed that I will probably share with Pietro when it's time for sleep. Laura was nice enough to let the women use some of her clothes, and surprisingly, so was Natasha. It seems she has her own room and clothing for when she visits. Clint let the guys borrow some of his clothing.

Rhodey was in pretty bad shape. He had a gash the size of my hand on his arm, nearly missing an artery, but between Nat and Laura, he's doing much better. It seems that his armour had malfunctioned.