Let it go
Pietro continued his journey, walking around aimlessly despite having a mission. He thought living in the Hydra headquarters was hard but living nowhere was even worse. It didn't matter how good you were or how successful the experiment was.
Nothing mattered in the streets except for your worth and the worth of your money. And Pietro didn't have much. He'd managed to survive a month but he knew he was running out of options. Pun intended.
He sipped his drink, looking down at the ground defeatedly. He might have to sell his body for some dinner. He never really noticed how much he ate because of his powers until he had no food.
No one ever brought up the amount of food he usually ate and he was never able to see what his sister ate and how much. Everything seemed to have more value since it was out of his reach.
When he looked back up, he found himself walking into a broad chest. He back up after the impact and looked up at the larger male. And while Pietro wasn't exactly thick he had some height on him. That dude had height and muscle.
He found himself staring into beautiful brown orbs that shimmered in the lighting. Sure the man's body was something to admire but those eyes.....those eyes were on a whole nother level.
He scanned the man's face, noting the sharp jawline and the stubble that decorated it, the cheekbones that stuck out prominently and proudly. But those eyes, it was those eyes that caused his breath to catch.
They were reflecting the light of the setting sun so beautifully yet somehow managed to be dark. Staring at him so sharply yet holding a certain dullness to them.
Pietro found himself intimidated by the hard gaze of the man. He couldn't look away.
His grip on his cup tightened. He opened his mouth to say something. Anything. But nothing came out. He didn't know why but those eye.....they captivated him. Holding him hostage in a dark void that was simultaneously too bright.
He couldn't fathom how they could be so familiar but so.... anonymous. It sent a chill down his spine.
Out of the corner of his eye, Pietro caught sight of the man's hand moving towards him. He could've dodged. Could've caught his hand and twisted him around. Could've run away. But he found himself frozen. Rooted to the spot that he stood, unable to command his body to move. All he could do was take a sharp intake of breath and close his eyes, mumbling,
"Please don't." For a split second everything seemed to stop. He could feel the man's heat wash over him. He could hear the shuffling of-what was that-paper? He felt pressure on his cup, pressure that didn't come from him, but as soon as it came it left. He waited. Waited for any sign of danger or any sign of safety. Nothing. Nothing came and nothing left.
Slowly he peeked open his eyes, looking around to find the man that was previously towering over him, but he was nowhere to be found. Gone. He disappeared within the crowd that was starting to clear as it got darker. Pietro briefly wondered if he was hallucinating again.
He cleared his throat, his body tense as he continued walking. He took another sip of his drink, staring at where his name was written. They doted the 'i' with a heart. Hm.
He noticed a piece of paper sticking out under the cardboard and took it out. To say the handwriting was terrible would be an understatement. He didn't even understand how someone's handwriting could be that bad. And the spelling. Jesus. Despite the awful handwriting and spelling, he somehow managed to make out an address and time.
He folded the paper and put it in his hoodie pocket. It didn't matter if it was paper. Littering was littering. He assumed the Starbucks girl was asking him out but something in his gut told him to keep it. An odd feeling deep in his stomach. Faint but present. And it bothered him. Deeply. (*insert dick joke*)
He sat in his usual spot on the rooftop of a ice-cream store. He was constantly tempted to steal some bubblegum ice-cream. Goddamn his terrible choices. He examined the note carefully. Why hadn't he noticed it before? He was usually quick (cough) to find those kind of things. He flipped it over in his hand, surprised to find a date. How did he not notice that a date was missing?
He crumpled the paper and sighed, leaning against the entrance to the roof. Or exit depending on how you look at it. He stared up at the sky, heat pooling behind his eyes and causing tears to form.
He missed his sister. The way she smiled mischievously at Him. The way her eyes reflected her emotion and glowed with magic. The way she always took charge despite being the younger of the two. Or maybe she was older since he'd been dead for a bit? Hm. Something to think about.
He missed it all. All he wanted was to see her again. He knew she was alive. He could feel it. Feel her pulse like he felt his own. Her emotion. Her thoughts. Well at least he thought he did. But at the end of the day he was the one with the super speed and she was the one with the....other.
His memories were fuzzy. He couldn't remember how some things felt, looked or even smelled. Same thing with people, but even so.....he could never forget the face of his better half. That was the one memery he held onto tightly. And he had no plan to let it go.