As the sun set on the large tower, you could faintly see a flash of silver across the room. You couldn’t tell who it was of course, but you did have faint idea. As soon as the flash came to a halt, you could see who that was. Of course it was Pietro. As he walked over to you, he wore his trademark smirk which had won over many ladies over in his country, Sokovia. “Hello Draga”