Age of Glory | Pietro Maximoff

Chapter Twenty-One: I'm Bringing The Party To You

"Absolutely!"

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The glowing light of the tower illuminates the city, it seems, enveloping everyone it it's warmth. Tonight, the stars shine bright from the top of the building, and this is where Tony has set up the party. The rooftop view of the city is staggering as I look over at all the people bustling about on this Wednesday evening.

"Sun's getting real low," I whisper to myself, leaning over the edge of the railing.

"You know about that, huh?" Clint says, walking over towards me.

I smile at him as he leans his arms on the railing. "She must miss him."

He nods, looking over his shoulder at Nat. "She does. She pretends she doesn't, most everyone buys it."

"You don't. You know her all too well."

He sighs, looking back over the city of New York. "Bruce is great, but he's an ass for not telling her where he is. That's my best friend he hurt. I don't take that lightly."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, about missing guys," I grumble, playing with my fingers that Nat painted red.

"Still no word from your disappearing man?" Clint asks.

"No, none. I'm really really worried, Clint. Where could he be? What did I do?"

"You didn't do a thing, G," he reassures me. "Pietro is impatient and moody. He probably went to cool off about something dumb."

I shake my head. "He wouldn't do that, not to me."

Clint offers his hand to me, bowing slightly. "Want to dance?"

I chuckle, taking it. "Why, I'd be delighted."

Tony has a pretty cool set up on the giant rooftop. He's made it a nicer affair, so everyone is dressed to the finest. Nat and I wear similar, 50s style dresses in the brilliant colors black for her and gold for me. My hair is curled in old Hollywood fashion, like hers, and out makeup speaks of a time long ago. Nat is now my best friend when it comes to attire.

Wanda wears a beautiful, scarlet bohemian gown that flows loosely around her, and Vision looks quite at home in a tuxedo beside her. Tony and Thor wear similar garments, red and black suits with random golden accents. Clint decided on a purple dress shirt and jeans, forever the rebel.

Maria and Pepper wear elegant black gowns that stun us all. Rhodey wears his formal army uniform. Carol wears the most beautiful blue dress that has silver sparkles in the seams. And lastly, Nick Fury shows up in his usual apparel, black leather trenchcoat, but he has added a bow tie.

Clint swings me around, dancing with me to the live jazz band Tony hired for the night. He dips me low, earning a whistle from Nat. "Nice one, Clint!"

"Now, now," Clint chastises. "I'm a married man, Nat."

I can't help but laugh as we continue to flow around the dance floor. Pretty soon, Pepper drags Tony to the floor with us, much to his dismay. Then follow Wanda and Vision, who is a master at dance. Nick offers Maria a hand, clearly joking, and she laughs. Nat just watches us all, no doubt missing Bruce.

All my fear, all my worry, about my abilities, about the powers that be, about Pietro's whereabouts, they all wash away like water from a brook. I feel light. Like I'm floating on air. I feel weightless.

"Whoa, G, don't fly off!" Clint laughs.

I look down to see my toes inches off the ground in twirl. I gasp, smiling. "Carol, look!"