Age of Glory | Pietro Maximoff

Chapter Seven: I Have No Place In The World

Picture is Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Pietro Maximoff aka Quicksilver in Avengers: Age Of Ultron by Marvel Studios.

Music is "Waking Up" by M83 from the Oblivion OST.

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"I have no place in the world." ~Natasha Romanoff

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Pietro and I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what could have caused the blue portal that formed, and why the lightning struck. It's kind of hard to research when you don't even know what it is, what caused it, or why it showed up. Not very scientific.

I groan, leaning my head back on my pillows. I rub my temples, closing my eyes. We've been in my bedroom since it's the most comfortable.

"Are you alright, Glory?" Pietro asks, looking at me from the other side of the bed. This is the longest he's sat still, other than sleep. He must have a lot on his mind, for his cross-legged position hasn't changed for at least an hour. He keeps glancing at the photograph that dropped from the sky.

"No, not really," I say. "We've been doing reading for three hours and what do we have? Zilch, zipo, nada, nothing." I close my laptop that's opened to many different websites, looking at everything from wormholes to ancient mythology on the fricken Bifrost. None of it explains, describes, or even comes close to what we witnessed.

Pietro puts our research down and comes closer to me. He leans his back on the headrest and holds his arm out towards me. I gladly scoot over to him and curl up in his warm arms. "We will find the answer, Возлюбленная," he whispers.

I run my fingers along the back of his hand and feel the slight static of the touch. "You really want to go home, don't you?"

I feel him nod. "I miss my sister." He sighs. "But I will miss you, too. I do not know what to do..."

I make a grumbling noise and hide my head in his neck. I never knew how much a superhero would mean to me. How much I'd care about him.

"Would you like it if I went with you?"

"Would you like it if I stayed?" he replies, implying that there is no happy medium here for this... friendship.

"No," I sigh. "Let's figure out a way to get you home, then we'll figure out what to do. Okay?"

Pietro nods, and tilts my face up towards his. "Do not worry, Возлюбленная. It will all be alright."

We smile at each other, and I hop up. "Have you gotten a shower?" I walk towards my dresser and scuffle through the top drawer.

"Yes. I got one while you were out with your friend."

"Well," I glance him over, finding him in the same clothes he arrived in. "You need new clothes. Here," I toss him a black T-shirt and jeans from the drawer, "these are all I have. Sometimes my friends from school stay over. These are Vlad's, but he won't mind."

Pieteo catches the clothes mid-air with super speed and smirks. "What, why would I want to wear your old boyfriend's clothes, hm?"

I bellow a huge laugh. "Vlad neither was, is, or ever will be my boyfriend. He's more of a bodyguard."

Pietro nods, almost looking relieved. "Well, in that case, they cannot be that bad."

I turn around to organize the drawer I'd just messed up, then five seconds later, I turn back around to find Pietro almost completely changed. He's pulling down the new shirt over his very fit, very attractive body.