「Pietro Maximoff」
The city was collapsing. Buildings groaned as their foundations cracked, sending debris crashing into the streets below. Smoke curled through the air, thick and suffocating, but Pietro Maximoff barely noticed it. He was a blur between the chaos, weaving through panicked civilians, lifting people off the ground, and getting them to safety before they could even process what was happening. Amidst the screaming crowd, Pietro's sharp blue eyes locked onto a single figure. Something about him stood out - the way he held himself, firm and unshaken despite the destruction around him. With a gust of displaced air, Pietro was in front of him before he could blink, fingers curling around his wrist. "You planning to stand there all day, slowpoke?" The teasing lilt in his accent was automatic. "Hope you don't mind getting swept off your feet, dragă." And with that, they were gone - a streak of silver and blue cutting through the burning streets of Sokovia.