It's Never to Late (Peitro x Reader)

Possible spoilers for Avengers, Age of Ultron. Even though I have yet to see the movie still. I thought it would be proper to make a small one-shot. I'm feeding off of other friends stories who have seen it, as well as the media’s hype over the movie itself.


Instantly your eyes locked with Pietro's crystal blue orbs before you found yourself falling slowly into the midst of battle.


It was true that you had yet to fall in battle once before this given day, though the sheer force of the twins themselves against you alone had left you weakened and slightly disorientated.


Yet still the witch dared to call out to your thoughts, seeking to torment you.


As the Scarlet witch herself watched you fall to your knees, a dark smirk graced her thin lips as she began to approach you ever so slowly.


Yet you would never surrender, not this day nor the next. This day you would stand strong and fight, you would never betray S.H.E.I.L.D. itself.


Though upon Ultron's attack you found yourself torn between life and death. As Pietro raced towards Clint, maneuvering himself to shield Hawkeye and the young child. Seconds before his attacks impact you had placed yourself between the speedster and the ensuing onslaught.


Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late


Your body felt weightless as your form smacked against the concrete floor hard in a lifelessly motion. Instantly Pietro had moved to your side, gently cradling your broken form within his strong arms. Whispering pleading words of love and encouragement softly.


A broken smile graced your lips. Slowly you reached upwards to touch his face one last time just before your eyelids started to grow so very heavy.


“I-I love y-you Pietro.” You smiled tiredly before closing your eyes... one last time.


No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late


“No p-please 'Name' come back to me, I need, v-ve need you. Don’t leave me here. Not alone, not like this!.” He whispered in a thick accent as he tucked his face tightly into the crook of your neck.


Gently he scooped your broken form up into his arms before he began to make his way back to the Avengers.


"Help her! Please!" Pietro shouted out desperately upon arriving. Everyone around him turned to see your lifeless bloodied form hanging limply within his arms. A S.H.E.I.L.D. medic ran over with a gurney for Pietro to place you upon.


The world we knew
Won't come back
The time we've lost
Can't get back
The life we had
Won't be ours again


"I-It's to late. She's gone." The medic said as they pressed two fingers to your neck. Your pulse had slowed to a death defying pace, a rate that would never regain it's strength no matter what the medics did to try and save you. There had been far too much internal damage to your organs and skeletal system.


Just before the medics left, they gave Pietro their lone condolences before slowly walking away. Leaving him some time alone with the woman he had loved.


Pietro stood there staring at your body, shocked and broken hearted knowing he had failed again to protect those close to him. Your life had drifted away into utter darkness before his own crystal blue eyes.


And yet all he could do was watch.


Slowly he moved to your bedside before gently laying down at your side, pulling your motionless form tight against his warm chest.


No matter how hard he tried to fight back the onslaught of tears it did him no use.


You were truly gone this day and there was nothing he could do to bring you back...