Black - PM x R
The New York sky was a dull grey as the small assembly stood in the cemetery. The clouds were a charcoal grey, heavy with water and threatening to spill over the sombre group.
The Avengers had never had a more sombre day. It had been a miracle to even get Wanda out of the Tower. She’d been staring out of the window for days on end, not speaking to anyone, not eating and barely sleeping. You had not come out of the battle with Ultron much better. 3 days of non-stop drinking with Tony and Clint had only left you as a numb mess.
The dark circles under your eyes had only etched themselves deeper in your skin and the sparkle that once glittered in your eyes had faded as Pietro’s life had.
You tucked your hands into the pocket of your black coat, trying to keep the biting cold at bay. A wreath of white roses was laid elegantly a top the mahogany coffin as it was slowly lowered into the ground. Standing all around the grave were the world’s mightiest heroes.
Steve and Natasha had done the best of the team. The loss of one of their own had shaken them, but both were soldiers of war - they knew the price of victory.
Thor had disappeared to Asgard in his grief. Humans were short lived creatures to him, but after losing his own mother he had sympathised with the twins’ loss.
Tony refused to let his grief show, ever the confident playboy. But if you walked passed his room at night you’d hear distressed cries at he watched Pietro die over and over again.
Clint knew he would never recover. Pietro's sacrifice was a debt that he could never repay. Just looking at Wanda made him wish that Pietro had never moved that car to save him. The guilt was a constant gnawing, churning in his stomach setting his nerves on end.
Seeing Wanda in such total, devastating grief almost made you feel guilty for missing the Sokovian boy. To the others he’d been cocky, sarcastic and rude but you saw beneath the hardened exterior to the kind, vulnerable boy beneath. It had only been a few days, but you from the moment your eyes met his blue ones you knew he was special. And now you’d never get to find out just how special.
The coffin had been lowered into the ground, the last reminder of the superhero covered with soft brown dirt.
“We’re heading back to the Tower” said a soft voice and you looked up to see Steve looking sadly at you. “You coming?” you shook your head, eyes falling back on the tombstone in front of you.
“I’m going to stay a bit longer” you murmured, hearing the crack of thunder above your head “I’ll come home soon”
He smiled sadly before patting you on the shoulder. He turned and moved out of the cemetery with the rest of his team mates, but you saw him slip his hand into Bucky’s as they walked through the wrought iron gates.
Once the site was once again empty you sat down on the newly turned soil in front of the white marble tombstone.
Here lies Pietro Maximoff
Brother. Friend. Honoured Team mate. Hero
“Hi, Pietro” you said quietly, looking around to make sure no one was watching you. “How’s heaven? I would make some joke about you being in hell but let’s be honest there’s no way you ended up there” you murmured, a small smile stretching your face. “I miss you” came a sad whisper you didn’t want to let out. “The Tower is so boring without you” you admitted, feeling the tears prickle the back of your eyes again. “I wish you were here. You’d know exactly what to say to Wanda to help her. She’s so lost without you. So am I” you whispered, the tears sliding down your cheeks. “I don’t know what to do without you here” the wind continued to roll through the graveyard stirring up the dried leaves on the frosted ground. The clouds rumbled over your head again and you looked up to see the clouds darkening.
Returning your gaze to the tombstone, a thick lump rose in my throat and tears continued to spill out of your eyes “and I feel so guilty for wishing that you hadn’t saved Clint” you sobbed violently, salty tears dropping onto the frozen ground. “I know Clint’s children still have a dad but I don’t get to have you” you cried, the bitter New York air bitting at your nose and cheeks.
You sniffled quietly, wiping the cold tears off your frozen cheeks. A heavy rain drop fell from the sky, hitting the top of your black beanie. Soon after the clouds opened up, soaking the ground and your clothes but you sat there unmoving.
“I should be going now” you sniffed, watching the thick drops fall off the edges of his stone. “I’ll come visit soon” you promised before standing up, trying to wipe some of the mud off your dress.
With rain pouring down around you, you tucked your hands into the pockets of your coat once again before turning and walking away from the boy that could have been the love of you life.