Pietro Maximoff

It was raining and the world was in chaos, you were running far from the center of it trying to get away when an alien aims its gun at you and before you could blink you feel yourself being hoisted up and suddenly the world was a blur before you were put down almost a whole city away. “Are you alright, frumoasă?” a handsome blonde man in blue with vibrant green eyes asks you, his accent was heavy but attractive. He towered over your small frame looking at you carefully,checking for wounds