I narrowed my eyes and slowly backed away. 

"How do you know my name?" I asked apprehensively. "We've never met before."

The twins looked hurt. The boy started to step forward, but the girl stopped him. I assumed they were twins, as they looked similar and both had some sort of connection that I could sense. (Not with powers, of course. I can only freeze people.)

"Not now, Pietro. She's clearly troubled. Her mind is....blocked...somehow. It has been for all these years." she said.

Pietro.

Why did that sound so familiar? As if....as if I had known them before?

But how could I? I had never met them, so how?

Through my thoughts, I didn't notice myself holding my head and muttering, "No." over and over again until I found myself sitting on the ground being cradled by Wanda, who was doing something with red wisps to me. I felt better, most likely because of her powers, and looked up at the twins. Now that I think of it, I may have had a very foggy memory of them.

I recall soldiers taking somebody--or rather, multiple somebodies--away to somewhere.

I looked into Pietro's eyes and saw that they held a sliver of hope in them. Hope....something that I was deprived of in my time spent with Hydra.

And all at once, the memories came rushing back. Cascading, all falling into place. The pieces clicked together, and my eyes filled with tears. All these years, without my family. All these years, missing a piece of my life. All these years, not knowing when I would find my family again. All these years, being fed lies. All these years.....

I broke down sobbing, and a pair of arms immediately wrapped around me. 

Pietro.

"Shhhh..." he soothed. "Everything will be okay." 

Wanda gently placed a hand on my head. I felt her magic soothing me, making me calm down. I was glad for the help; I didn't think I'd be able to process all of this.

I turned in Pietro's grasp, facing Wanda. "It's been too long."

Wanda smiled. "Yes, it has. And it's taken a toll on us, hasn't it, Pietro?" she asked, nudging him with a knowing smile.

Pietro playfully pushed her arm away. "Not now, Wanda."

~~~

Wanda had put me in a sleep, because getting all those memories back were exhausting. While I slept, I dreamt of my life with the Maximoffs. I dreamt of the start of the journey, from when I met the twins and their family, to the day Hydra took Pietro and Wanda away. Near the end, I head a faint voice calling me, beckoning to me. 

It sounded a lot like Pietro.

And, a second later, it actually turned out to be exactly him. 

"That must've been some dream for you to toss and turn so violently*." he remarked.

I turned towards the sound of his voice. He looked tired, as if he hadn't gotten sleep in the past 24 hours.

"You look like hell." I replied, earning a soft chuckle from him.

"And I feel like it too."

"How much sleep did you get since Wanda put me in a sleep?" I asked.

Pietro winced. "Not much. You've been out for a day. I stayed up all night two nights ago, all day yesterday, and I dozed in between. When I heard you cry out, I would always wake up and hold you. You would instantly calm down."

I blushed and looked out the window. "You didn't have to do that." I muttered.

"Yes, I did." he argued, getting up and walking over to my bedside, bringing his chair over with him. "It was the least I could do for keeping me and Wanda company, all those years ago."

I smiled and turned back to him. "Those were the good old days. Now...I'm not really sure, actually. Somewhere between a complete hell hole or partial hell hole." Pietro gave me a look. "Don't give me that look, Pietro. You know it's true."

"Okay, okay, you make a good point."

"I know I do." I replied with mock sass, flipping my hair in the process.

Pietro looked thoughtful though, so I don't think he saw my amazing hair flip. Oh well. Another day, another hair flip.

"Pietro, are you okay?" I said, snapping my fingers in front of his face.

He shook his head and jolted from his thoughts. "Oh...oh yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." I gave him a dubious look, and he sighed. 

"All right, I'm kinda, not really okay. I've been thinking....thinking about you, actually."

Me? What about little ol' me? 

"I looked back on all the years we spent together before Hydra split us up. We had so much fun together, and we kept each other happy, something Mother was happy about. You were like a third child to her, the third child she never had. She loved you, and so did Wanda and I.

"I really liked how you didn't take anybody's crap and you weren't weak like the other girls. I liked how you could easily do anything. And then, when you were taken away from us, I realized how empty I felt, how empty we felt with you gone. It was like you were a part of Wanda and me, and once you left, you took that piece with you.

"I missed you, (Y/N). I missed you so much, and it hurt. It hurt like hellfire. It hurt so badly that I wouldn't be able to do anything sometimes, much less get up from my bed. I realized that I--" he hesitated, looking at me. "I realized that I loved you. Not in the brotherly kind of way, but really loved you. I realized that I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing you at least one more time before I died."

I didn't know what to say. His speech was really heartfelt, and it made me wonder what life would've been like had I not been taken away from them at first.

"Pietro, I--I can't say that I felt the same way these past few years, being memory-wiped and all, but do know this: Know that I would not stop for anybody or anything if I have to find you. I will do anything in my power to find you. I would do anything possible if it meant seeing you again. I will fight to my last breath, knowing that you're going to live. I feel remorse for wanting to kill you, but I didn't know any better. Me being brainwashed doesn't sit well with me. It would make me feel a thousand times better if I were to be the one dying."

Pietro smiled, then leaned in and kissed me. Years of lost time were promised in the kiss, a promise that would not go away until it was fulfilled. 

When he pulled away a few moments later, his eyes were filled with tears and a few escaped. I wiped them away, then kissed his forehead. 

"It will take a lot more than Hydra agents to keep me from you, Pietro."

All right, another chapter up! Not quite how I pictured it, but it'll do. The more spontaneous the story, the better. 

Anyway, that asterisk at the end of "violently". Just a post my friend found somewhere, and it said something along the lines of, "Add the word violently before any action, and it will sound a million times better." Trust me, it works. I died laughing when I heard it.