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I looked around the hut, but I wasn't in the hut.
"What happened?" I asked myself as I rubbed the back of my head as the pounding continued.
"I got the job done." She stated
I looked around and saw everything was covered in ice, everyone was covered in ice.
I gasped and covered my hands over my mouth.
I looked around now and recognized the small room, it was a small café, everyone was frozen solid in the position I iced them in.
They looked terrified, I wanted to remember what I had done but I couldn't, I looked at my hands and saw that they had leather gloves that ended at my knuckles.
I looked at my reflection in the ice and realized I was dressed like the me that was in the hut.
"What have you done?" I asked myself
"What should be done." She hissed
suddenly i felt my self pushed back and her being brought forward.
Speed forward
Steve's POV
"Capt, we have a problem." Natasha said as she walked into the small control room.
"Besides the fact that Pietro left Willow in Bora Bora?" I asked
"She's not in Bora Bora anymore."
"What?" I asked
She brought the tablet towards me and showed me the news story.
The pictures were horrifying, everyone was frozen solid, no survivors.
"What the hell?"
"It was Willow, look at the witness statement."
I looked at the interview and saw a girl that said she saw a blonde women wearing dark makeup and black clothing freeze the place.
"Oh god, what the hell?!"
"They are calling her the Ice Queen."
"What the hell happened to Willow?"
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"She has a broken heart Steve."
"Still- she wouldn't do this, she's not like this."
"Pietro hurt her Steve, maybe this was her breaking point."
"No, I refuse to believe this, something is wrong and I am determined to figure out."
Speed forward
Willows POV
I sat down on the small black leather barstool.
"One bourbon." I said to the bartender
"Coming right up." He replied
I looked around the bar as the naked women danced on the poles and the men all laughed drunkly.
The bartender brought me my drink and smiled at me "so what's a girl like you doing here at a strip club?"
I drank the bourbon and put the glass down on the counter "my fiancé dumped me, and I killed a bunch of people."
The bartender laughed "fine don't tell me."
I looked at the bartender, brown eyes, brown hair, well built wearing a black t-shirt.
"So what's a guy like you doing working at a place like this?" I asked him
"Girlfriend kicked me out after cheating on me with my brother, this was my last resort to getting my own apartment." He replied
"That sucks, but I know how you feel."
"Your fiancé really did leave you?" He asked
"Yep, he left me high and dry saying there would never be an us."
"That sucks."
I laugh dryly "yeah, it does."
He gets another glass an fills it with bourbon then refills my glass.
"To being dumped." He saids as he raised his glass
I raised my glass and tapped it lightly with his "to being dumped." I repeated and drank my drink as he drank his.
"So who was the guy." He asked
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"A friend..." I replied confused as to why he wants to know.
"Pietro Maximoff?" He asked
I looked at the bartender "who are you?" I asked defensively
He lifted his hand almost above the bar but just enough so I could see his hand catch fire then the flame disappear.
I looked up from his hand "Willow Darwin." I said holding my hand out for him to shake
"Alex Valley." He replied while shaking my hands
"I think we are about to become very good friends." I stated
He smiled and nodded his head. "Indeed we are."
Speed forward
Pietro's POV
I looked around the training room an frowned, everyone was on the other side of the room avoiding the running track, well not avoiding the track, but avoiding me.
"Wanda, is this really necessary?" I yelled from the other side of the room.
Wanda harshly looked at me "was what you did really necessary?" She replied
I looked at her an frowned "I'll get her back."
"It's too late." Steve said as he walked in the training room with a tablet and Natasha.
"What do you mean?" I asked
"We have a case, this one is the Ice Queen."
I froze "it can't be?"
"It's Willow. She killed a café full of civilians, no survivors." Natasha replied.
"What? Willow wouldn't do that." Wanda stated
Steve showed her the tablet with a devastated look "it's her."
Wanda looked at the picture and gasped as tears filled her eyes, she raised her gaze from the tablet and looked at me with a harsh glare "it's your fault Pietro! You pushed her over the edge!"
Tears filled my eyes and everyone looked at me, I could feel the hatred and anger glared towards me "I-I-I didn't mean for this to happen." I stuttered wiping the tears that were running down my cheeks.
"Maybe instead of blaming her or something she didn't do and not letting her explain, oh! And ending your relationship, you should've talked to her and not left her!" Wanda yelled then ran out of the room.
I looked around the room and saw Steve look at the ground, I just didn't believe that him and Willow didn't hook up while I was "dead"
"guys, I didn't think things would turn out like this." I said with my head down
"None of us did, but I guess we should expect the unexpected." Steve replied his voice weak and sad.
I looked at my shoes, why had I ruined something amazing
"Are you positive that this is Willow?" I asked
We did a facial scanner and it came back as a positive match, I'm sorry Pietro, but this 'Ice Queen' is our Willow." Steve answered
I looked up then I turned to face the windows in the training wall, I looked outside and saw the sky was blue and there was no cloud in sight.
This was Willow's favourite kind of day.
"Then I guess we have to take her down." I stated
It's time to get my Willow back.
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