Who Tells Your Story
Pietro barely felt it when he was back in 2023. The only way he knew was when he heard the others making exited noises.
Silently, he fell to his knees.
"'tro. Whe-wheres Wanda?" Nat said hesitantly. He just shock his head; he heard the others let out broken noises and felt Nat kneel beside him, holding him, comforting him. He was glad she didn't try to talk. He couldn't face that.
She didn't get a funeral, but they sat beside her favourite spot for a while, before going in to get the job done.
Pietro didn't mind; they would have a funeral for her after they snapped everyone back. Sam could come, and Lila. She would have liked that.
Bruce was the one to snap. The white light exploded from the gauntlet, and Pietro felt a change in the air. Just then, his phone rang.
Laura.
Pietro gazed at it, before picking up.
"Pietro? What happened?"
"L-Laura," he choked out, "I-" before he could finish, however, Scott let out a shout.
The world exploded.
When Pietro woke, all he could see was destruction. He sped around until he found Tony and Thor, who were looking at a figure in the middle of everything.
Thanos.
Pietro felt a wave of fury ripped through him. This man was the reason he was alone.
This man was the reason his sister was all but a memory.
He made to sprint towards him, fury powering him on in the way it shouldn't, but Tony held an arm out to stop him.
"Don't. We need a plan."
Pietro frowned, but didn't protest. He was alive, his sister was dead. There had to be a reason.
The battle was in full flow when it happened.
Pietro had heard the conversation between Strange and Tony.
He knew what Tony meant to do.
He knew he couldn't let him.
There were so many people who would miss Tony, Pietro had nobody.
This was his legacy. This was Wanda's legacy.
He was quick, he stole the stones from Tony after he stole them from Thanos.
The pain burned through him and Pietro could make out figures through the burning white light. Tony, Natasha. His family.
He gave a small sigh of relief as he snapped. It would all be over soon. He could be with Wanda. His parents. Clint.
He staggered over to a rock, which he slid down. He barely registered it as the pain engulfed him.
Tony rushed over to him, "Pietro. Pietro can you hear me?"
He let out a small groan, and Tony took his uninjured cheek, "dont worry, Piet. It's all gonna be okay." Pietro admired him for saying that. He knew he was going to die. He heard the crack in Tony's voice.
He vaguely heard Tony talking to someone. He felt the man stand up, and a women knelt in his place.
"Hey," he heard Nat's voice.
"Heyyy Tashaa," his voice slurred.
"Say hello to them for me, will you?"
"Yeah. I-- miss you." Pietro wheezed.
"I'll miss you too. You can rest now. We'll be fine."
Pietro smiled at that, and let his eyes glaze over, allowing the life to seep out.
I cant wait to see you again
He would get to see Wanda. Clint. His parents.
It's only matter of
Just a few more moments
Time.
There they were.