Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver Imagines

Speeding Up

You love missions with the Avengers. You've never felt the same pure rush of adrenaline anywhere else as when you're fighting for your life. All the same, for some reason during this battle in particular you can't shake the feeling that there's something you ought to be doing, someone you ought to be finding. It's a little distracting, but you can't pay it any mind. What matters most now is surviving and winning the fight.

After things cool down again, you realize you know the source of your intrusive thoughts. It's not a what but a who, and that who is currently walking towards you: Wanda Maximoff. You raise an eyebrow when she finally catches up to you.

"I thought the mind reading policy was that you weren't supposed to distract us during missions." Wanda rolls her eyes. "It wasn't that bad. Anyways, it was for an important reason. You're supposed to be meeting my brother, remember?"

Oh, right. Her brother, Pietro Maximoff.

You do your best to casually look around for an escape opportunity, but it's too late- the white-haired speedster has already appeared out of nowhere at your side. He glances between you and Wanda, then flashes you a grin.

"You must be Y/N. I hear Wanda's been dying for us to meet." You can't help a quiet laugh at that. "I've heard the same thing." Wanda makes a face at you, but she can't stay mad for long. "If we're good friends, then you'll be good friends. Sue me for wanting you to be happy."

Pietro laughs in earnest now. "Oh come on, Wanda, don't be upset. We're only teasing, right?" He cuts you a quick glance under raised brows, and his lips curl victoriously when you nod in agreement. "See, we're doing great already. What's your power again? Just so I can keep things straight." Pietro changes the subject almost as quickly as he runs. You open your mouth to respond, but Wanda interrupts you hastily.

"Actually, I think it's best if we have a demonstration, you know what I mean?" She says the last part with a wink directed your way, and you smile along with her. Pietro seems suspicious, but seems fine when you ask him to run a few yards as fast as he can. Either he trusts you or he's either to show off; both work for you.

The second you see Pietro start to run, you hold up your hands and concentrate. Instantly, time seems to slow down around Pietro- no matter how hard he tries, he's moving at a snail's pace. You easily walk and catch up to him, pulling a small knife from his belt. You hold it up triumphantly when you let Pietro return to normal time.

He's at your side in an instant, grinning ear to ear. "That was fantastic. I was actually slow." He shudders for dramatic effect. "Is that what it's like to be you guys? I don't know how you stand it." Wanda swats him on the shoulder, but they're both laughing.

"See? Told you she was cool." Wanda says. When Pietro looks back at you, you're almost startled by the intensity of his gaze. "You were right." For some reason, it almost makes you shiver. Wanda looks at you as if she knows what you're thinking, but that can't be right, because you're not sure that you know what you're feeling at all.

And, to be honest, this doesn't go away after a while. You end up seeing Pietro Maximoff a lot more as the days go on, especially after you receive higher clearance to go on more Avengers missions. This means plenty of time to hang with him and Wanda in the jet after different fights, or sometimes just Pietro. You've grown accustomed to running through battles with Pietro because he never has to worry about speaking too fast; you can just speed up time for yourself and keep up.

This starts a habit of finding Pietro in dark corners of the jet, of pretending you get annoyed whenever he slings your legs into his lap, and listening to the thrum of the engines underneath his every word. Sometimes, the two of you talk until your voice is hoarse, and sometimes, Pietro's sentences dry up mid phrase and he just sits there looking at you until he remembers himself and keeps going, usually with a wink or stupid joke to deflect the fact that he'd been feeling anything at all.