MARVEL IMAGINES

PIETRO MAXIMOFF || Pulse

It all happened so fast. Too fast for you to interpret before it all came tumbling down.

"Y/N." Pietro gasped suddenly, stumbling before falling into your arms. His voice breathed both unevenly and loudly into your ear.

"What- What Pietro?!" You exclaimed, barely being able hold up his weight. His body retracted slightly before he collapsed further into you, causing you to stumble with him in your arms.

"P... pain-n. In m-my stomach-h." He whispered, voice breathy and soft. Your mind raced as well as your heart, not knowing what of do for a short amount of time.

You eventually lowered yourself into the ground as he mumbled incoherent words into your ear. He was in pain. When you rolled him over, you could see the immediate problem. Blood oozed out of his stomach, covering the majority of the front of his shirt.

"Fuck, Pietro," you held down a cry as you ripped off a part of your jacket. You held it immediately against his wound, but it wasn't doing much. He was getting dizzier. He had already lost a lot of blood, and whatever shot him probably has caused many more issues inside. Tears blurred your vision as the reality finally hit you. He could die.

"Y-Y/N." He said again.

"Yes?" You replied, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"I love yo..." his voice trailed off as he head fell backwards.

"No, no, no, no," you repeated continuously, holding a hand up to check his pulse, "this can't be happening. Pietro, please. PIETRO" your last words came out as a yell before the sobs hit you. His pulse was nonexistent. His face was pale. He was gone.

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WRITTEN BY ELLE