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Pietro x Reader ▶ Part Three

Your ears ring as you rouse from your sleep. There's a gentle pressure on your arm, shaking you slightly while a muffled voice repeats the same incoherent thing. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head before opening them to four Pietros. They all slowly merge into one and you realize he's been saying your name. (A/N: Get your mind out of the gutter, gutter people!)

Slowly the ringing goes away and you look around at the dimly lit area you're in. "I've never seen this part of the base." You mumble as your speedy friend helps you up. "I have once, but it wasn't this alive."

"Alive? Wha-" You look past Pietro's shoulder and see machines welding pieces together on individual tables the robotic man from before floats whole he talks to Wanda who's slowly walking about. She glances at you, but doesn't react. "His name Ultron. Stark created him, but he's not like Stark. He's... different." Pietro tells you.

"Why did he drag me here and knock me out?" You ask, your hands balling into fists. You feel your skin prickle and try calming yourself down before you hurt someone.

"He needs our help and thinks you'll be able to help him the most. Wanda's decided to trust him and I have too." Pietro says. "One wrong move from him and I'm out. I see deceit in this game." You hiss as you leave the small area and join Wanda and Ultron in the larger.

"Ahh (Y/n), I see you're up. I'm sorry about earlier, I hope you'll forgive me." He says smiling gently. "You two need patience, need to see the big picture." Ultron says, looking at the twins.

"I don't see the big picture. I have a little picture, I take it out and look at it every day." Pietro says, not breaking eye contact with the robot.

"You lost your parents in the bombings. I've seen the records."

"The records are not the picture." Pietro protests. Wanda turns to him, and you can see the pain in here eyes. The pain you three share. "Pietro." "No, please." Ultron says, letting Pietro go on.

"Wanda and I were ten years old, (Y/n) only eight. Having dinner the eight of us. And the first shell hits two floors below and makes a hole in the floor it's big." He says, spreading his hands in front of him. "Our parents go in, and the whole building starts... coming apart. I grab her, roll under the bed and the second shell hits. But, it doesn't go off. It just... sits there in the rubble, three feet from our faces. On the side of the shell is painted one word." You hear his voice crack on the last word and put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly.

"Stark." Wanda pitches in before Pietro picks back up. "We were trapped there for two days."

"Every effort to save us, every shift in the bricks, I think, 'This will set it off.' We wait for two days for Tony Stark to kill us."

"I know what they are." Pietro tells Ultron, nodding to himself.

"I wondered what it was that made you three survive Strucker's experiments. Now I don't. We will make it right. You and I can herd them." He says to Pietro, walking over to Wanda and me. "But you will tear them apart." He says, mostly to Wanda, but glancing at me. "From the inside."

"Onto the real matter at hand; do you think you'll be able to help me get these up and running?" Ultron sweeps a hand out, gesturing to the lifeless bots.

You look down, you don't know if you should help him or not. Wanda and Pietro trust him, but they weren't knocked out and dragged to this place.

"I'll do it." You say quietly, glaring at him. "But if you double cross us, I'm tearing them apart before you can do anything." He holds out his silver hand, the surface smooth and cold. "Deal." You shake it and get to work, going as far as you can from everyone.

You send a quick thought to Wanda, hoping she hears you. "Please take Pietro and leave the room. What I can do is dangerous."

Seconds later, she waves goodbye to you and drags Pietro out, leaving just you and Ultron standing there. "You are a treasure (Y/n)."

You try and shake off his words, the ones you heard so much from Strucker, and turn to the heap of metal before you. You roll your shoulders, crack your knuckles and feel your second strongest power awaken from within you.

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780 words! Hope this was okay, please send in requests and they'll be in after a couple days.

What could the power be? What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments, I can't wait to hear what you all think!

Also, I know it's super short, I was trying to get an update out for Thursday and I knew I had done some earlier this week but still. I've had show choir auditions on Tuesday and I've been scrambling to get work done before spring break started today! (Woo, spring break!) Alrighty, thanks for reading, don't forget to:

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