HISTORY 》PIETRO M

EPIGRAPH

        Ash was the only superhero who chomped on the contents of a zip lock bag, bursting with lucky charms marshmallows, during a battle.

        And if anyone claimed to know her, they'd know that nothing could startle, scare or surprise her so much that she'd let go of a perfectly scrumpcious pack of lepracoun trail mix and allow it to go soaring through the air. That was like experiencing the first level of hell to her.

        Sadly, that's exactly what happened.

         It took her a surprisingly, treacherous one minute to realize what was going on (which shocked her even more considering how fast her reflexes usually were). An electric blue zip of air flew past her, crushing her into an evergreen. Her hip burst into a imperishable sensation of pain as a grimace twisted onto her face. But what hurt her the most was the food that she helplessly regarded, fly through the air.

         It enraged her.

         A boy manifested from the jolt of blue energy. His hair sparkled silver in the dim light that filtered through the heavy snow burdened trees. The back of him flexed with life, his muscles tugging slightly in a dominating way. From the looks of his rear side, Ash could gamble his age as 16 or 17.

         The girl wasted one second in concentration and the other feeling the wind slam against her face, her shoes rip from their seams and the world zoom by her. The speed she was sprinting at was foreign to her body, making her stomach churn furiously.

        Yet revenge was the most satisfying feeling she'd ever feel boil through her body, shoving any bile clawing up her throat, back down.

         Ash flung the boy onto a nearby tree, with the same amount of force. Before clamoring to an unheroic stop in front of his sprawled body, the world slowing almost a milisecond before her shoes self-destructed.

         He scrambled up, grasping onto the trunk of the tree for support almost as soon as she steadied herself. The boy showed no signs of giving up, which quite frankly, sent her for a toss.

         The atmosphere suddenly morphed, her jaw flew to the ground. A concoction of emotions flooding into her brain. A heavy anchor of unwelcomed memories dropped onto her shoulders as the boy's features surfaced, after a long while of facing the tree. The shock had placed her in a position of vulnerability but instead of attacking, he watched, amused. It was obvious that the recognition was not returned.

         Finally, when all the emotions brewed over, all Asha was left with was pure anger.

          She could recognize that face from anywhere in the world and Ash would still feel the same hatred thickening in her bones.

         Anywhere.

         In a split second, she had nailed him to the tree. A smirk playing on his face as she teasingly pinched his neck. Memories seemed to replay themselves as the building anger drained into her actions. Asha could've killed him, she could've been a murderer.

          Or worse, he could've killed her. Maybe he would've if his memory had sparked and he'd recognised her.

          "ASH WE'RE NOT HERE TO KILL EM', WE'RE HERE TO GET THE SCEPTER AND GO." Nat hollered from her own duel, the red headed women sent a few stern glances her way until Asha had dropped her threatening grip, "JUST FINISH OFF WITH HIM AND FIND TONY."

          The teengaer reluctantly nodded her head before her gaze crawled back to the boy, his face had twisted into a look of puzzlement. His body grew limp in dreadful reverie, as his back hugged the tree.

           "Ash?" The words tumbled from his dry mouth in a slight stutter. It brimmed with a mix of hatred, sorrow, disbelief and many more feelings she had no time to decipher. The usual confidence he had surging through his blood had deserted him.

        "Forgot me so soon, Maximoff." Was what escaped. The phrase was packed with bitterness as her lips curved into a scowl. Her tongue lingered with a sick aftertaste as she left before his evil senses kicked back in.

         Ash knew Pietro Maximoff could be rude, he could be plain mean but Ash never had even thought, once, that Pietro Maximoff- her childhood hearthrob- could join the dark side.

A/N: I'm super excited for this book, but I don't want it to go on hold or anything so it's "coming soon" while I prewrite the chapters ♡

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