Second Chances (Chapter 1) MaximoffxReader

Hey guys! HAPPY 2017! Sorry I’ve been gone for like 30 years? Thanks to those who don’t hate me for disappearing!

Prompt: After being captured by the American HYDRA unit you were mutated and experimented on. Once you discovered you were pregnant, you narrowly escaped and spent three years on the run from anyone and everyone that could hurt you and your daughter. What happens when the Avengers save your life?

Words: 1,096

Warnings: Mentions of rape and stalking, swearing and lots of violence! :)

Y/N’s POV

Sundays were the day that you pretended that your life was normal. 

You took 3-year-old Melody to church in the evenings - always the evenings because no one really went to Sunday night mass. Then on the walk home, you would let your adorable little girl pull you to the park across the street from your apartment to play in the sand.

Until you get too anxious that someone was watching you and you would whisk Melody away into the safety of your little apartment.

But today wasn’t a typical Sunday - today was the day everything would change.

Today, like many Sunday’s before, you sat in the sand beside your daughter, twirling your fingers and listening to Melody’s giggles as you made the sand move into different shapes and animals.

“What’s this one?” You mused, pulling the sand into the shape of an elephant.

Melody giggled, “Ooo Lelephant Lelephant!”

You allowed a small smile to reach your lips, “It’s an El-e-phant.” You corrected, enunciating the syllables. “But good job kid.”

A small rustle in the bushes behind you made you freeze in fear. The sand that was swirled around you dropped back into the sand pit. 

Your head whipped around but there was no one there.

You turned back to Melody, who was seemingly oblivious of your fear. “Hey baby I think it’s time to head home.” You grunted as you lifted her into your arms. “Oh my gosh you’re getting so big! I don’t know what I’m going to do with you my little dove.”

Melody giggled and clapped her hands, “Me a dove!”

Another rustle from behind you set your body into a panicked motion. Swinging the diaper bag across your shoulder, you started to briskly walk across the park and towards your apartment. Melody was waving her hands, imitating your previous movements as she smiled up at you.

“I’m mommy!” She grinned, looking like she was attending a rave for toddlers.

You weren’t really paying attention, fear seeping into your skin as you reached for your keys. HYDRA couldn’t have found your new location so soon, the two of you had only been here a few months.

You threw open your apartment door and locked it quickly behind you, taking a moment to breath once the door was locked. You were still clutching Melody close as you took deep breaths, waiting for the fear to subside.

Melody started to squirm in your grip, whining, “Mommy let me down!”

“Sorry baby...” You whispered, setting her to the ground and watching her waddle towards her toys.

Your mind was screaming that this was trouble, you should be packing up everything and start looking for a new city - a new place. New York was such a stupid idea but you thought that there was so many people it would be impossible for them to find you.

A small knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts, the fear returning. You inched towards the door, peaking through the eye hole to see Joseph and you breathed a sigh of relief.

Joseph was Ms. Holland’s nephew who came to life with her around the same time you moved in. He liked to help out around the building and fix anything that went wrong.

You opened the door a sliver, “Hey Joe! Sorry this isn’t really a good time I’m trying to put Mel to sleep.” He smiled, a shiver dropping down your spine at the sight of it. “Joe?”

Suddenly the door was blown off it’s hinges and you were thrown backwards into the wall of your living room. You head cracked off the wall, the sound echoing through your apartment.

“MOMMY!” Little Melody yelled as she ran towards you, her hands pressing against your chest as she cried in fear. You watched as three more men walked through the rubble and into your apartment.

“Get the girl.” Joseph commanded.

The three men walked over and grabbed Melody away from you, ignoring her screams and small fists whacking them.

“NO!” You screamed, trying unsuccessfully to pull yourself into a sitting position. “Give her back! STOP THIS GIVE HER BACK!”

“Oh, Y/N...” Joseph chuckled, walking over to you and kneeling beside you. “She doesn’t belong to you remember? She belongs to HYDRA.”

“No!”

Joseph stood up and lifted his leg, “I’m sorry you feel that way.” He stomped his leg down on your stomach and you screamed out as a rib or two snapped in your abdomen.

“S-stop,” You whimpered breathlessly, “Why are you doing this she doesn’t have any powers just leave us a-alone.”

Joseph reached down and grabbed you by the hair, lifting you as you screamed out. His free hand raised up and smacked you in the face once then again but with more knuckle. 

“Shut up you stupid bitch.” He spit at you, “You are worthless, nothing, you are -”

“HEY ASSHAT.” A thick accented voice called from behind him, startling him into throwing you to the ground.

You felt like you were falling onto a pile of knives as he dropped you, every part of your insides feeling broken. You reached up to behind your head and pulled away with a blood-stained palm. 

“Now HYDRA is attacking innocent women and children? I guess it was stupid of me to expect anything better from a bunch of murdering swine.” The man spat at Joseph. Though he wasn’t in your view, you saw a flash of blue and red.

Now that Joe was focused on someone else you tried to get up, stumbling to your feet before collapsing back to the ground. “MELODY!” You yelled helplessly, “They have my daughter please help me!”

A woman with long dark hair who's whole aura was glowing red knelt beside you with a look of concern on her face. She turned to look at the blue blur who currently had Joseph in a choke-hold, “Pietro we need to hurry, I think she’s going to die!”

That was the last thing you remembered before you passed out.

Nothing Lasts Forever Pt.1 (PietroxReader)

Masterpost

Warnings: I’m sorry for this.

Author’s Note: This will blossom into a story about relationships, decisions and the value of life. However, there is no question this is a story about Pietro finding himself again after his accident. Most of this story will be his POV, but I will incorporate reader’s POV eventually. I’m thinking 3 or 4 parts?

Words: 1,387

Pietro was surprised when Wanda poked her head into his room with a sad smile on her face. It was the middle of the afternoon and he had found a book to curl up with in the hopes of powering through the entire novel before dinner. He felt instantly cold with the look on his sisters face, fearing that Wanda had been sent on a mission without him.

He sat up hastily, “What is it? What is wrong?”

She shrugged, her face going blank, “It is difficult for me to explain. Stark wants us both downstairs, he’s got something important to ask the team.”

Pietro felt his head tilt in confusion, wondering why Stark would want to ask him anything. The Maximoff’s didn’t owe the billionaire a single thing - to be frank, Stark owed them a great deal after the past they've had.

“Come on brother,” Wanda called to Pietro from outside his door, pulling him away from his own helpless curiosity, “It’s better we get this over with.”

Pietro and Wanda were the last to arrive in the room. The twins moved to sit at the end of one of the couches, Pietro shooting Clint a small smile before turning his attention to Tony.

“I have a mission for the team.” Tony started, clapping his hands together in some form of enthusiasm. “I wanted to ask you all for your help actually. Now, I really want to plan a visit to a hospice centre in New York next week - ”

That was the last thing Pietro had been expecting.

“Wait, what?” Pietro shook his head in confusion while cutting off the billionaire, “That is not a mission…”

Tony made a small clicking noise with his mouth, “Well Speedy - maybe not to you it’s not, but I’ll tell you right now, it’s a pretty big job.”

“I think it’s a good idea,” Natasha spoke up with a smile. “As Avengers we have an obligation to the people, but not all battles need to be the physical ones.”

Thor raised a fist in agreement, “I think, if there are no aliens, then this is a battle I would like to join Metal Man.”

Pietro couldn’t imagine a trip to a hospice facility. He wasn’t sure he could handle getting attached to little kids with a death sentence, especially because Pietro loved children.

“I think it’s a good idea.” Bruce admitted with a small smile. “It’s a great way to give back.”

“Piet,” Wanda whispered as she placed a comforting hand on her brother’s knee, “You do not have to go if it will make you upset.”

Pietro shrugged dejectedly, “No I will go. I want to make people smile.”

Steve, the closest person to Pietro other than Wanda, clapped the younger boy on the back, “That’s the words of a true Avenger!”

- 

So a week later the team made their way over to a local hospice centre on the outskirts of the city.

Pietro couldn’t hide his surprise when the van pulled into what looked like a cobblestone mansion. “This is it? It does not look like a hospital…”

Bruce chuckled as he opened the door to the van and got out, “Were you expecting something else?”

Pietro stepped out of the van and looked across the grounds. Flowers and trees covered the yard, along with a few gravestones off to the east end of the property. A small pond left the sound of tinkling water ringing in his ears. He had been unsure of what he was really expecting, but something this beautiful was not it.

“You were expecting a mausoleum brother.” Wanda’s small laugh fluttered behind him. “I can see that you were expecting lots of depressing things. Do you think people that are going to die surround themselves with nothing but death?”

Her voice trailed off in curiosity, wondering why her brother was struggling with this trip so much. Was it his own brush with death recently; perhaps, but even Wanda could not read that far into her brother’s mind.

Pietro ignored his sisters questions, mostly because he didn’t have an answer. Instead he followed his friend through the front doors of the hospital, watching as Stark introduced the team to the lady at the front desk.

With his heart still rather heavy yet full of curiosity, Pietro wandered past the front hall and towards a room that he could hear voices coming out of. Inside there were a few small and rather young children playing with an array of toys. Pietro shuffled over to a young girl, her flowing brown hair reminding him of Wanda’s. The girl was playing with a tea set and wearing a plastic crown as she talked merrily to herself and her stuffed guests.

“Hello,” Pietro chuffed with a shy smile as he looked down at the girl, “How are you today?”

The small girl looked up at him for only a second before she broke into a toothy grin, “Perfect! You are just what I needed!”

The girl burst out of her chair and pulled Pietro down to a seat of his own. With a gleeful giggle she pulled out a second tiara from thin air and plopped it down on his head before reclaiming her original seat.

“Now I have a prince to have tea with Mr. Wiggles, isn’t that just smashing?” The girl, who couldn’t be more than 5, lisped off a fake British accent as she addressed a stuffed pig.

Pietro was too stunned and slightly embarrassed to move, so he just laughed. “Am I your prince?”

The girl appraised him for a moment, “Well your beard is messy but you’ll do I guess.”

Pietro’s hand automatically lifted to his chin and he rubbed the stubble, “It’s not that messy - ”

“Rosie!” 

A woman suddenly burst into the room out of breath. When Pietro looked up like he’d been caught in the act of something embarrassing (considering he was wearing a tiara), he noticed a few things about her all at once. She was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt. 

“You silly girl, you’re supposed to be napping after your treatment! I told you not to run off again!” Her voice was sweet and light, Pietro also noticed. Her voice was pretty.

As she walked over to the table and squatted beside Rosie’s chair, he also noticed that her eyes were very clearly sparkling, despite the dark circles in the hollows of her eyes.

“I was having a tea party with my Prince!” Rosie smiled happily, pointing in Pietro’s direction.

The girl looked up and met Pietro’s gaze and Pietro suddenly realized that she had absolutely no hair. 

The girl smiled sadly before returning her gaze to Rosie, “Ah well, as much as I don’t want to ruin your date,” - Pietro blushed at this - “I really need you to come back to your room Rosie-Posy, you need to sleep.”

“I don’t want to go,” Rosie said with tears in her eyes, “I took the pills today and Dr. Frank said my hair was going to fall out!”

Pietro frowned as he looked at the long brown hair that had made him walk over to the young girl in the first place. Then his eyes flickered to the girl without hair standing above them.

“You don’t need to be scared little Rosie.” Pietro said, placing his hand atop of Rosie’s. “This lady doesn’t have any hair and she is very beautiful. You are much more than your hair Printessa.”

Rosie sniffled lightly as she looked up at Pietro and then to the lady, “Ok..I guess I’ll go back.”

The lady smiled and patted her on the back, “Thank you sweetheart, I’ll be there in one second and then I’ll read you a story ok? Just go get your PJs on and wait for me.”

Rosie nodded and ran off, her long hair trailing behind her until she was out of sight.

“That was very kind of you, thank you.” The girl said to Pietro, pulling the forgotten crown off his head with a smile. “Rosie can be a handful but she is very cute.”

“Yes she is.” Pietro smiled, “I’m Pietro, it’s nice to meet you.”

She stuck out a hand, “I’m Y/N, thank you for helping out...Prince Pietro.”

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