Just before he died (Pietro Maximoff X Reader)

Just before he died (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)


Just before he died I felt free, as if all the pressures in the universe disappear in the moment I hear his voice.

Just before he died I had a purpose in life, I decided to change the way he did, I decided to leave the darkness, just like he did it, I decided to trust, just like he did it.

Jus before he died, I wasn't afraid anymore, he had made me stronger, he make me braver just like he did with his sister, he was our light in the darkest path of our life, he was the reason why I decided to risk my life just to stop Ultron, I put my life to save those who had discriminated against me because the decisions I made.

Just before he died, he managed to make me become independent, but I never imagined that I needed him as much as I need oxygen to breathe, he became my drug, he became my strength, without him...I would be nothing.

But, life put things in our paths, life loves to makes us play evil games, puts us in situations which our enemies are not others, our enemies are ourselfs, at the moment I accepted him to become part of my life, that was the moment that I knew that I needed him as much as he needed me, he was snatched from my arms, it was as if a part of my soul was leaving from my body, the pain was indescribable, watching his gray eyes once full of life, become so empty, seeing that light which I fell in love, turning off in front of me. He wanted to be a hero, he wanted to save the world, he was always a hero, his sister was always a hero. But me, I'm just a pawn in this life, I am a game, I am the pawn of death, I am another body walking in this life without a porpuse.

Now I am in the cemetery where his grave lies in front of me, the other members of his team, not mine, I never belonged to them, they belonged to him. Leaving one after another, saying his condolences to the rock which had his name, Wanda, her sister, stayed for a while at my side, sharing my pain, sharing her pain. But like the others, she left.

I keep sitting here, holding the last thing he gave me before the fight. A ring, a promise full of illusions, illusions which in the fight kept me alive. A life together.

Just before he died, I was someone, I had a purpose, had a mission, a mission which he and I would share in the future. I never gave him my answer, but he never asked, he knew I belonged to him as he belonged to me...He was my soulmate, and death took him away from me.

Sitting on the dirt, the smell of rain reassures me a little, the rain erases memories, rain erases memories...I want to erase mine.

Just before he died, I knew what was to be alone, I knew what freedom was, I knew what love was, and he loved me like there was no tomorrow, but now he left me alone, alone in this world where everyone expects something for me, it terrifies me, I need your love as I need you in my life, I need your words of comfort, you will always be in my heart, since then, when you were ripped from my life, a scar was established and no one can erase it.

I need you.

I need you.

I need you.

Tears started falling from my eyes, sobs started coming out of my mouth, my body started shaking, not from the cold, it began to shake with pain.

"Just before you died, my answer had been 'yes, I do'"

But now that it isn't more than a memory, a memory of what could have been a life full of joy.

But at the moment a memory is not enough, the team to which you join is yours, not mine, they make me the offer you know?, that same offer they did it to you,  my answer is no and remains no, because I can only you promise something.

I will avenge your death.

I will avenge your pain.

I will avenge your destiny.

Because right now, in front of you, I promise to avenge you...I will kill death myself...

Because you died before I was someone, but after you died...I am nothing...

...And I will never be someone...

...I am pain...

...I am perdition...

...I am vengeance...

...I am death...























































And no one will be safe from my anger...no one