shards - pietro maximoff

chapter thirteen ; enemies and explosions

"I got four, they're splitting up." Sam said from up above.

Natasha rode past on her motorcycle, calling out to them as she passed. "I got the two on the left."

"Anelace, Maximoff One, follow Romanoff." Steve instructed, and Dahlia grinned.

"Can I use it?"

"Fine, but be quick."

"Hell yeah."

Pietro looked completely confused. "Where are we going?"

"Not all of us can keep up on foot, Maximoff. I have a ride from my days with S.H.I.E.L.D." Dahlia looked giddy at the prospect of getting to use her motorcycle for the first time since before the whole Ultron-shabang.

She found her bike where she parked it in an alley, and climbed on, looking at the purple lightning bolts painted on the side with a loving look.

And so they took off, Pietro keeping pace with the motorcycle.

Side by side, the two made their way to Natasha— riding or running directly behind her.

"Heya, Nat! Need a hand?" Dahlia smiled at her, and the red-haired woman's eyes lit up at the sight of her.

"Actually, yes. Maximoff, take the wheel for me, will you?"

Pietro looked shocked for a moment, but complied and swapped with Nat, taking control of the black motorcycle.

Natasha jumped off of the bike and hopped from car hood to car hood, catching up to the soldiers on foot. Well, more accurately, on hood.

"They ditched their gear. It's a shell game now. One of them has the payload." Steve said just as Dahlia and Pietro pulled up next to him.

A bomb was thrown at Steve, latching on his shield, but he threw it into the air, and it detonated at a safe distance as Pietro and Dahlia worked on taking out two of the mercenaries that were accompanying Rumlow.

"There you are, you son of a bitch. I've been waiting for this!" Rumlow growled, grabbing at Steve's throat

Dahlia snuck up behind the man, quietly loading her gun and holding it to his head. "Put down the frail grandpa, Rumlow, or I swear I'll blow your brain to chunks."

Pietro watched her carefully, nervous for her safety. It wasn't easy to care about someone as much as Dahlia and Pietro cared for each other, especially when each other's lives were constantly in danger. The Avengers life wasn't exactly made for couples, not that they were one.

"Ah, Anelace, my old friend. It's so nice to see you, and such a shame I'll have to kill you." Rumlow chuckled darkly, but as he moved to stab Dahlia with the knife in his hand, Pietro took over with a flash.

Before anyone could do anything, Pietro had Rumlow's arm securely pinned against the wall, staring down at the man with contempt.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Pietro hissed through his teeth.

Yet another laugh escaped the soldier's lips. "Who's this, your boyfriend?"