"We live in an age of darkness: a world full of fear, hate, and intolerance, but in every age, there are those that fight against it."

-Ororo Munroe at Charles Xavier's funeral

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Picture is Jane Levy.

Music is "End of Me" by A Day To Remember (Freaking love this song.)

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Hey guys!

So, quick update. I have good news and bad news :/ good news is that I have my new mobile, yaaaaay! Bad news is that when I try to download the WattPad app, it says it's unavailable at this time. 

So what this means is that I will be able to write, I can get on through the internet without the app, but I won't be able to do a couple things because writing through the internet (aka not the app) is SO difficult: 

First, I won't be able to add pictures and music to my chapters. I will post a song name and who it's by to go with the chapter in case you want to look it up yourself, but I can't link them to the story. If you want pictures, check ou my Pinterest page at www.pinerest dot com /RoyaleWolf or just search Royale Wolf ~ Save Pietro Maximoff. I have Age of Glory and Age of Darkness boards there :)

Second, there will be many more spelling and punctuation errors that I usually allow because on the WattPad site, it doesn't show the errors like normal. I would actually be super SUPER grateful if, when you see any kind of punctuation or spelling error, comment on it and I will fix it :) That would help me out a LOT. Comment the sentence the mistake is in, that way I'll know exactly where it is.

Three, I can't italicize or bold any words. Like my author's notes are usually italicized and bolded, but now I can't.

Four, I can't copy my writing from my notebook app to the WattPad site. It won't allow copy and paste, so I have to write everything directly to my works page. 

Five, I can't share my chapters on pinterest.

Six, I will probably be slower to put chapters out because it is so much more difficult than on my old mobile, sadly, and that one can no longer be used.

Seven, the layout of the chapters might look a bit different because of me not using an app.

I'm sorry for being so slow. Hopefully WP will get with the program and fix that damn app so I can be back in business. I have NOT given up on this, or any, of my stories! I will never. I just think you all should know why I'm not as vigilant as I usually am. Again, I'm super sorry. Thanks for your patience. This is as annoying for me, if not more, as it is for you.

And sorry for the false alarm yesterday! I accidentally hit "publish" instead of "save". -_- My bad!

Okay, so I lied. This was NOT a quick update. If you read all this, give yourself a cookie because YOU ARE AMAZING. ;D

Love and Light,

~Save_Pietro~Maximoff

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"I want quiet thunder." 

-Charles Bukowski

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CHAPTER ONE

Four days. Seven hours. Thirty-one minutes.

I hung up the phone as soon as I knew the identity of the woman. Rebecca Sasha Sokolov, my mother.

Four days. Seven hours. Thirty-two minutes.

She abandoned me and my family when I was three. I visited her on weekends until I was ten. After that, I only got birthday cards. At sixteen, even those stopped.

Four days. Seven hours. Thirty-three minutes.

I push the grocery cart through the aisle, picking out the soups and sauces that the small kitchenette in me and Pietro's floor needs. Call me weird, but simple things like grocery shopping and going to the library help me relax.

Four days. Seven hours. Thirty-four minutes.

My phone rings, but without even looking at the caller I.D., I know who it is. Pietro has been on missions with the Avengers for the past couple weeks. He's hardly been around, except for the stunt with his broken leg. He calls every chance he gets, probably when he should be sleeping. Since it has been a week or so since he broke his leg, he decided that it was time to get back in the field. 

"Hello, babe," I say, answering the call.

"Hi," his sweet, Sokovian voice replies, accent growing slightly lighter from being around Americans so often. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Shopping right now actually. Anything you want that we don't have?"

"I will never understand why you shop yourself. Stark has plenty of people for that kind of thing, and snickers sound nice.."

I chuckle to myself. "I'm weird, and I have an entire box of those at home, silly."

"Well, that I knew, and oh. I knew that." He laughs.

"How are you?" I pull down spaghetti sauce from the top shelf, having to stretch, which is not easy with a seven month prego belly. "How're the guys and girls?"

"I am good. I miss you, though. You and our twins. Everyone is good, besides Clint. He will not stop stroking his bow and arrows. It is getting kind of creepy. He has named them all."

I laugh loudly. "Has he names his bow, too?"

Pietro scoffs. "Yes. Unfortunately. He calls it Patricia, and no one is brave enough to ask why. Nat calls his bow 'the other woman', much to his amusement."

I shake my head and can't help but laugh. "Hows Bucky holding up?" Bucky has been doing missions with Steve, since they're worse than the twins with being stuck to each other 24/7. 

"He is well enough. Still has nightmares, but at this point, we all have them."

I sigh. "I wish I was there to help you."

I hear him breathe deeply on the other end of the line. "I do as well. I will be home later today, though. I need to talk to you about something."

"If it's about my mother, you can stay in Sokovia," I say, frankly. "I don't want her to ruin our lives. She's fucked up me enough already."

"Whoa," Pietro chuckles. "Language, baby."

I sigh, partly groaning as I push the cart towards the register. "You're right. I'm sorry about the language. I meant it, though." I pause. "But I will hear you out because I am a good fiancee."

I can practically see his smirk on his face. "I win."

"Yeah, yeah. Get to sleep, you silly boy."

He yawns. "Goodnight, my little warrior."

I smile. "Goodnight, snowflake."

"Oh for God's sake, not snowflake!"

"I think it is cute," I hear Wanda say from the background. "You should hear the nicknames Visi tries to come up with."

"I gotta run," I chuckle. "Love you, Pietro. Tell Wanda and the others I love and miss them, too."

"I will. I love you, too."

I close my phone and pay for the groceries. The cashier smiles at my pregnant stomach. "How far along are you?" she asks, in a friendly tone.

"Seven months," I reply with pride.

"Boy or girl?"

"We don't know yet, actually," I say with laughter. "They're stubborn. They're twins, and they refuse to tell us."

The cashier laughs, giving me my groceries. "I have twins, too. Two boys."

I groan. "Oh, heaven help me if I have two boys like their father!"

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I'm curled up on the sofa, watching Pacific Rim, when I hear the door open. It's very late, almost one in the morning, and all I've done today was shop, eat, and sleep. I can't sleep without someone, especially Pietro, near. I can't. The nightmares are too bad. Black Death, the fires, Aspen...

"Glory?" I hear Pietro whisper, coming into the dark family room and dropping his bags by the door. I peak over at him from laying in the sofa. His face shows exhaustion, even though he's slept a couple hours. His eyes are drooping shut, and his feet can barely walk in a straight line. 

"Baby?" I whisper.

He turns to me and walks over, kneeling down to look me in the eyes as I lay down. "Hey," he whispers, cupping my face in his giant hands.

"Hey." I lean my head into his warm palms. "How was the trip?"

"Too long, and too far away from you." He places a gentle kiss on my lips and slides his arms under me, lifting me as if I am nothing. I gladly curl up against him, thankful to have him home safe. 

As he lays me down in our shared bed, he zooms off to he closet, changes, and is back in bed with me in mere seconds. "I missed you." I wrap my arms around him as he places kisses alon my neck, showing his love.

"I am so glad to be home," he whispers. He leans down and places his hands on my stomach, a gentle kiss is pressed to the fabric over it. "How are our babies?"

I smile and run my fingers through his white locks. "Restless, as usual." There's a long pause before I ask, "What did you have to say about this afternoon? About my mother?"

He shakes his head, pressing another kiss on my tummy before he wraps me in his arms, sighing deeply. "Not tonight. Tonight I want to just rest with you."

I nod my head into his chest as I hear quiet thunder coming from the outside. "I love you, Pietro."

His arms tighten around me, kissing my forehead and then lips. "I love you, too, my love. Sleep well."

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I'm in a room full of mirrors. Each reflection of me is distorted, wrong, off. They may look like me, but they are far from it. I keep looking around for a way out, but I see none. The reflections start to speak, but noting nice comes from their tongue.

"You let them die."

"You let her die."

"Two million dead."

"This is all your fault."

"One and a half million hurt."

"He's coming for you."

"They're all coming for you."

"One half million missing."

"She's falling, Glory. She's falling...again."

I see Aspen falling to her death. She's slipping through my fingers. I reach for her, but I can never get to her in time. Her eyes are full of fear, anger, confusion, and sadly, peace. It wasn't the fall that killed her. Black Death did. He crushed her and let her die.

I hold my head in my hands, trying to block out their voices, my voice. "Stop it! Stop!" I feel my hands shaking and I see them start to glow.

"You killed Aspen."

I wake up screaming and the room around me shaking like an earthquake.

END CHAPTER ONE.