@prinxe-xavin
Things were … well, they were complicated. Every relationship that Pietro had ever had was strained, his family was falling apart, he was finding new members of the esteemed Lehnsherr line every other weekend (or so it seemed), and being a vigilante didn’t seem to be fitting him any better than the Avengers did. In his darkest moments, before his mind went off in a thousand other directions within seconds, he wondered whether there was something to be said about the fact that the only place he had ever excelled in his life was with Hydra, and then with the Brotherhood. When he was serving the villains of the story, he seemed to fit right in, and that was something that seemed inevitable given the blood in his veins. His sisters might be strong enough to fight back against that, but it was an uphill battle for Pietro.
Luckily, there were plenty of other battles in New York City that he could partake in that were far easier, and that at least served as a distraction. Today, he had been fighting against a group of demons that had appeared through the border, obviously moving to more heavily patrol an area of the city. He dealt with them within a few microseconds - nowhere near his best record, but close enough - and when he was finished, he realised that there was someone on the other side of the street.
“Um,” Pietro said, kicking at one of the demons at his feet. “They weren’t alive to begin with, I don’t think, so this totally doesn’t count as murder.” That definitely sounded subtle and unmysterious! Definitely legal! “Hey, don’t call the cops, alright? I really, really hate the cops, and they always have those little taser discs now, and they pack a punch. I could buy you a burger or something for your silence?”
