Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver Imagines

Protocol

You furrow your brow in concentration as you study the computer readout in front of you. As your fingers dance across the screen, long streams of numbers and data scroll by. You're so caught up in your work that you almost don't hear your friend approaching, even though the click of her boots on the tiled ground should have alerted you to her presence long ago.

"Hey, Y/N! Got a minute?" You grin, closing tabs as you wrap up your assigned tasks. "Yeah, yeah. I'm ready." You finally turn around to face your friend, Natasha, but the easy laugh falls from your face as you realize who's standing next to her. "Wait, what's he doing here? I thought I was training Wanda."

The white-haired man next to Natasha is currently displaying a cross glare that shows he is just as excited about this as you are. Natasha looks between the two of you and tries to hide a smirk. "I know we said that you were going to show Wanda around and run her tests and everything, but we had a few last minute changes. They think it would be better if we switched and you took Pietro instead."

You narrow your eyes at your friend, more than a little annoyed. Today was supposed to be the day you introduced Wanda Maximoff to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. Although Wanda and her brother were technically Avengers, it was best for them to know their way around S.H.I.E.L.D. buildings and their protocols so they would be more prepared if the need for S.H.I.E.L.D. intervention arose. This training would only take a few days, and you would walk Wanda around while making sure she was in the S.H.I.E.L.D. systems correctly as one of the newest Avengers.

Yet you've been saddled with the burdensome task of handling Pietro instead. It's not that you outright hate the guy, just that the two of you have a tendency to clash rather than work together as effectively as possible. It's why your need for strict discipline contrasted with his need to do whatever he pleased, and why Natasha had agreed to train Pietro whilst you took on Wanda. She knew this as well as you did; why is she now changing the order of things?

You sigh. "Fine, I'll take him. Just know that you owe me a few coffees from now until probably forever." Natasha flashes you a smile. "I'm sure it won't be that bad. I know you'll have a good time." With that, your best friend abandons you to the task of getting Pietro Maximoff organized and disciplined enough to do what you say. Good luck with that.

You nod at Pietro, gesturing for him to follow you down the hallways of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. Pietro frowns at you. "Just so you know, I'm about as happy as you about this. Believe me, I already tried to argue with Romanoff into switching with me." You roll your eyes. "Trust me, I know you didn't do this. All I need you to do is listen to me and, I don't know, maybe pay attention long enough to do what I ask and we'll both be out of here as soon as possible."

Your first stop is the gym and health center. After running a few initial tests to monitor his heart rate, blood pressure, and so on, you direct him to an empty lot outside the building. It is usually used to store helicarriers and other large vehicles, but right now it is bare other than a few assorted cars parked at various intervals along the lot edge. "I need you to run a mile. On the far side of this lot, there is a red flag exactly half a mile away. All you have to do is run to it, get it, and come back. I'll be timing you with this stopwatch." Pietro chokes back an incredulous laugh. "You think your stopwatch is going to move fast enough for me? You do know how fast I can go, right?"

You glare at him. "I am well aware of your powers. This is S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol, and I have to make you do this so we can continue. Please, just get it done so we can move on." Pietro simply flashes you an infuriating grin, and moves to the starting position on the beginning edge of the lot. The second your thumb presses start on the stopwatch, Pietro is already standing in front of you, red flag clasped in his hands. He hands it over with a maddening flourish. "Here you go. Did I beat the record?" He asks innocently, and you choose to ignore him by turning to head back inside.