Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver Imagines

The Plan

Pietro Maximoff has been working at this for weeks, and finally, finally, it's all just about perfect. As he takes a final look around at his efforts, he has to force himself to not get lost in the pointless details. This is as good as it's going to get, and as much as he would love to slow time down and give him even just a few more hours to iron out the last details, he's done for now.

By his side, someone chuckles derisively at his nerves. Pietro glances over his shoulder to see his twin sister, Wanda, looking at him like he's out of his mind. In all honesty, Pietro probably is. The stress of getting this right is making him lose it.

"I have to admit, I'm a little confused as to why you're so worried about all of this," Wanda comments, "Is she going to kill you if she doesn't like what happens here? Is that why you're trembling like a hypothermic child?"

Pietro scoffs, although his voice isn't nearly as confident as he'd like. "Of course not. This is nothing major. Just a little extra effort on my part to make sure Y/N is even more inclined to say yes when I ask her out."

Wanda rolls her eyes theatrically. "If the thought of some mild rejection is what's making you so stressed, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down. There's no way Y/N is going to say anything but yes."

Pietro arches a suspicious brow. "How do you know that?"

Wanda shrugs her shoulders gracefully. "Everyone knows it except you. Both of you are head over heels for each other, it's just that you two are too proud to admit it. Today should change things, though."

"Are you sure?" Pietro asks, still desperate for some sign that he isn't about to make a total fool of himself.

Wanda nods. "She likes you a lot. Just take a deep breath, okay? It wouldn't do to have you asphyxiate before Y/N even shows up."

Pietro does his best to keep his breathing even just as his sister suggested, but all the extra silence does is send his thoughts spiraling back into the same pattern of fears: Y/N won't like him, she won't like this, she'll laugh in his face when Pietro asks her out.

That's what he's here to do, after all, ask out the girl of Pietro's dreams. It seems like just yesterday that Pietro met Y/N for the first time, but ever since that one brief encounter, he's been hooked on her. He doesn't think he could walk away if he tried. In his dreams, it's just him and her forever, with nothing to get in the way of their happiness.

Obviously, that's a little far-fetched. Sokovia isn't kind to its dreamers, nor its lovers. It feels like the streets descend more into madness every day. Pietro knows he's taken part in a riot or two himself, usually accompanied by Wanda to make sure one of them didn't come home to an empty house. He's heard rumors of protestors disappearing out of the blue, at least now they'll know what happens if one twin gets dragged off.

Usually, Pietro's mind refuses to stop tormenting him with thoughts of the desolation and despair that will surely befall them. He and Wanda have been on their own for a while now, and even though they'd swear to the stars and back that all they need is each other, it still hurts to be so alone. The shells haven't stopped falling, and every time he hears that familiar whine of machine fire, all he can think about is that day he lost his parents.

He's been trying to find a way to fight back for a while now. Pietro has heard talk of a scientist coming to Sokovia within a year or so, far enough in the future that he has plenty of time to think about it without committing to anything. Apparently, they're offering a better future to anyone willing to sign up to help them.

The amount of radio silence regarding whatever that 'help' would be concerns Pietro, but it's not like he's got any better options. He's spent many nights sitting in the darkness, their power out yet again thanks to the riots or bombs steadily dropping from their indigo sky. Devastation is his closest friend, it refuses to let him be.