They say that the memories that don't line up with Alpha Complex aren't real. Glitches, they say. Pietro believes that, because he can't run the way that the glitches suggest. He believes them because it doesn't make sense for a person to be able to run that fast, anyway. He's just Pietro Maximoff and he thinks Sokovia is an awfully strange name for the glitches to have created but he thinks the memories of the protests are probably what got him killed in the first place, really. Not being an Avenger — there's no such thing — or being a hero. It makes more sense to him that he was killed in one of the protests against the Computer. Treasonous, that sounds about right for Pietro. He'll do better this time, though. There aren't enough clones of him to safely perpetuate his rebellion, he knows that now. He understands.
At least, he tells himself so. Instincts, it seems, are a lot more natural and difficult to override than he would like, because when he hears the screams and sees the Guardbot shoot; a subsequent RED jumpsuit dropping limply to the floor.
"Go!" he calls out to the others milling around in panicked confusion. "Why you still stay here?! Run!" His English is a little bit broken and the accent is thick and of Eastern European origin, but he figures that he makes enough sense that the people around him should listen. All but one does, as a matter of fact, and the crowd scatters like cockroaches; as if Pietro's voice was the light switch being turned on and they finally broke out of their frozen fear to get out of the line of fire. Pietro can't decide if the one left over is still too afraid or is going to try to fight the damn thing off, but when the Guardbot aims again, Pietro doesn't wait to find out.
He lunges for the other, tackling them to the ground and managing to keep them both from being hit before he scrambles back to his feet and drags them up with him. "Come on, what you doing just standing there? You trying to die today? Let's go," he says urgently.
pietro maximoff ⚡ mcu (aou)
At least, he tells himself so. Instincts, it seems, are a lot more natural and difficult to override than he would like, because when he hears the screams and sees the Guardbot shoot; a subsequent RED jumpsuit dropping limply to the floor.
"Go!" he calls out to the others milling around in panicked confusion. "Why you still stay here?! Run!" His English is a little bit broken and the accent is thick and of Eastern European origin, but he figures that he makes enough sense that the people around him should listen. All but one does, as a matter of fact, and the crowd scatters like cockroaches; as if Pietro's voice was the light switch being turned on and they finally broke out of their frozen fear to get out of the line of fire. Pietro can't decide if the one left over is still too afraid or is going to try to fight the damn thing off, but when the Guardbot aims again, Pietro doesn't wait to find out.
He lunges for the other, tackling them to the ground and managing to keep them both from being hit before he scrambles back to his feet and drags them up with him. "Come on, what you doing just standing there? You trying to die today? Let's go," he says urgently.