⌜ 速度 ⌟ •° transcendent | p.maximoff

•thirty two•

He walked out with a smirk grasping onto his sabre and katana sword, our uniforms were the same, many confused us for siblings. I ventured on multiple missions with him we went together everywhere since I was fifteen. From missions, café, different countries to each other's rooms.

The only difference between us, 48 had emotions and no gravity manipulation powers.

The swords between his hands were spiralling all around, this is my battle to fight not Wanda's "Get back, this is my fight." she never argued with me and got to the staircase, doing exactly as I asked.

"49, how've you been?" His deep, sooting voice tried to intimidate me, I grabbed both my knives out wanting to make this fight fair.

"Stay away Pietro!" I felt the speedy man back in my presence only to feel him go further away. "I don't think I have an answer to that." I growled as he charged, aiming both his knives ahed at me.

I swiftly slid to the side avoiding the collision when the corner of my eye was quick to pick up his next attack. swinging right at me.

I ducked, letting his body graze past my jacket. I raised my katana and swung it to his legs but he jumped back avoiding the hit.

My body was up right again when my irises gazed over to 48' posture, he crossed over both his knives to make an 'x' shape when he charged with all his force.

As he shot towards me I jumped hight turning mid point in the air and landing perfectly opposite him.

His sabre sword clashed with my katana right in front of our stomach while his other sword tried to strike me from up, I defended the other pounce while my sabre stopped.

We both like a mirror, flawlessly in the same position, the racy sound of both our swords crashing echoed through the whole hallway. My body spiralled back when I hung it low ready for another ambush.

48 tried to erect his katana into my kidneys when my left foot climbed onto the wall to my side, lifting my whole body up. I used it to spin across 48, pushing my frame with my left leg to maintain some height.

Right as I landed opposite to him, I noticed the awe stricken face plastered over all the three faces that were alive on this level.

48 quickly used my landing to imaple both his swords at the handle of mine and quickly grasped them away from me, I watched as the swung away and arrived next to Pietro's feet.

I noticed he was ready to come and pick me up if I was in any further danger but I didn't want that to happen. "Pietro, stay." I reassured him, hoping he'd listen to my every word.

Now all that was present to my gaze was a vexed agent with two knives. I had my handgun but this would be a lot more interesting with my bare fists, although I was in need for this session to get over at an immense rate.

He jogged over to me, thrusting his katana to my direction, I stepped right in front of his body, catching his wrist when he swung the sabre sword in my direction, before it could land upon my skin I decided to jump high.

I felt my body up in the air lifting 48's with me, he dropped his sabre sword due to the quick shock of events.

I decided to make an impact on the landing so I swung his body over my head and forced him onto the ground, heavily dropping him face front.

I smoothly landed on my feet in front of his figure when he let go of the other weapon in his hand.

Knowing he'd grab it again if given the chance so I grabbed him from his jacket and lifted his drooping body in the air.

His feet trembling feet took off from the ground while the only thing at his support was my hand.

His head hung low when I swiftly turned and swung him across to corridor away from both his blades as he roughly glided through the floor.

A few seconds after patiently waiting for him to return to his strong stance, my eyes picked up onto the small motions he made.

Shakily standing up right he could never take his pupils off me for a spilt second, I marched towards 48 with no intentions of using any weapons but to my surprise he brought out his loaded gun.

He pointed it straight to me head, I froze in my position but never hesitated into the idea about using my gun.

He was too weak to kill me, emotions would surely flood his brain.

I walked straight to him, admiring his downcast eyes as he never seemed to pull the trigger.

Once I was right in front of his gun my right hand trailed over to the hem of it, as I replaced the position right to my forehead and held it there strongly.

"Do it." I taunted as he started to weep. "You can't can you?" I sighed. "You're weak."

"No." He faintly whispered "I love you, and when someone finds a sisterly figure in someone it's a strength." The let loose from his eyes collect at the bottom of the floor.

My left hand blindly trailed over to my handgun, in a swift motion I pointed it over to his forehead while my right hand still stuck to his gun aiming to rip my brain in half.

"In this case, it is." My fingers strained over the trigger, a loud gun shot trampled over every other dead body on the ground as my cold hearted anatomy seemed to win another round of flaming emotions.