Lydia's POV
It's been a week since I got out of the cell and on that very day I broke and went with Pietro. We found ourselves in Venice, Italy on our first stop, which was lovely. We went to a small diner deep into the city that had an open dance floor. We ate our pasta and as I finished my glass of wine, Petey requested a song.
"What's was it?" I wondered.
"You'll see." He responded with a cheeky grin. Then a familiar tune began and he took my hand and stood. The song was "Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce. forget what I said about "Brain Damage", this was our song. Pietro was listening to it when we first met. In his words: "The lyrics lined up perfectly when I first saw you."
He led me to the floor and we stayed close. As I rested my head on his chest, I remembered what I told Bucky on our first night: "Never have I ever kissed someone I was truly into." Now that my memories are back, I realize how big of a lie that was. Petey was my first everything. First kiss, first true friend, first time... but mostly my first love. Everything my life ever was involved Pietro. I got away from the brain-washing with my second chance and made it back to Petey, but I left in 1981 because he and Wanda were hellbent on getting revenge on Stark for "killing their parents." I knew who their real parents were, but I will take that to my grave if I have to.
"Remember how we met?" Petey asked.
"Yeah, Charles Xavier and them..." I replied.
"They coax me into helping them by saying they know a timebender who helped Logan go back."
Flashback to 1978
"How do I know I can trust you?" Peter questioned.
"Come with us and you can meet the chronokinetic we mentioned." Logan bargained. Peter became interested.
"Ooooh... your timeturner's a chick? Will she be there to help also?"
"Nope. She's back at the school. You can meet her after." Charles stated.
Pietro's POV
We walked up to the front of the school.
"You guy's better not be screwing around about the timebender because I swear I'll-" I was cut off by the professor opening the door to reveal a girl. Looks about my age, Jet black hair, green-grey eyes, a little shorter than me, and of all things: wearing the same Pink Floyd shirt as me. I had my right headphone in playing "Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce.
If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing I'd like to do is to save everyday til eternity passes away just to spend them with you
It was like falling when she said my name.
"You must be Pietro." I snapped back to reality.
"Yes, but call me Peter... and you're Ambrose?" I gulped. My mouth was moist while my throat was dry. She chuckled,
"Ambrose is my alias-hero-name-type thing. Call me Lydia." I wiped my clammy palms on my pants and put my hand out for a shake, but she denied it. "I don't do handshakes." she held out her arms a bit, emphasizing that she's a hugger. I shrugged and when in for it. Lydia smelled like mint but her appearance reminded me of jasmine for some reason. I really wanted to impress her with my speed, so I got an idea. I held her a little tighter and moved my hand up to hold her neck (because, you know, whiplash) I then whispered into her ear,
"Brace yourself." and with that, I took off out the door and to the tallest, most beautiful hill in the area.
As I stopped, I felt her hold on tighter with a slight flinch. I laughed,
"Okay, you can look now." Lydia slowly pulled her head away from me and looked around. She gasped,
"That was... awesome!" She then whipped around and looked at the scenery that surrounded us in amazement.
"So... why Ambrose?" I wondered. It seems like an unusual alias.
"It's Greek for immortal... which I am." She admits. "I change the age I look every few years with my biokinesis to sorta keep up with myself. I choose to be the age I feel, so I look the age I feel. I keep it in sequence though... but immortality rules out decay just as well as dying which prevents aging from a certain point anyway. If I did my math correct, I stopped aging at 17. This is the look from my 17 year old self, meaning I still feel this way. I guess I just don't consider myself an age anymore because I can be whatever age I want." Lydia interested me in many ways. Maybe it was common interest that lit a flame or even her many abilities that tapped into my curiosity. Lydia just looked back at me and smiled. "I would ask you 'why Quicksilver?' but that seems to be a question that is answered by your appearance."
"Yeah, I guess I just went with what represents me. The premature greying and crazy quickness are all I have, really." I shrug. She spins around on her heel and twirls a piece on my hair around her finger,
"There's nothing wrong with being a sliver fox." She stared into my eyes for a moment and cleared her throat, "Now I have to show you what I can do."
In a snap, her whole appearance changed. Her long, raven hair turned ginger red and shoulder-length with bangs, her eyes went from the dreamy seafoam-like color to icy blue, and her facial structure was almost unrecognizable. It was like looking at a whole new person.
"As cool as that is, I prefer the other look. Lydia is, after all, Greek for 'beautiful, noble one' and I think you live up to your name." I praise. Lydia looks at her feet for a moment and changes back to the face that I fit with the name.
Present day, Lydia's POV
It was like it was yesterday for us. We spoke it word for word and finished each other's sentences, whether the other forgot it or not. When thinking back to the point where he thought that the real me was the better me, I couldn't help but think that he's just like his father in many ways... well, his father's kind of a dick, but I mean moral-wise. Petey held me tighter,
"Marry me." he whispered. I snickered,
"You're funny, Petey."
"I mean it, Lyd. It would be amazing. We already have so much chemistry so why not spend the rest of your life with your best friend?"
"You know I'll always love you, but why marriage? We are already closer than two people can be without being together so why wreck it?" I push. I've never been the type to believe in wedlock. I never really saw the point in it. Why spend thousands of dollars on a day surrounded by people you barley see to wear a dress you'll never wear again and put on a label you'll never use? Pietro let go of me and stepped back,
"Is this about Bucky?" He questioned. I didn't know how to respond.
"Petey, I-" before I could finish, he was gone. He is infamous for being a dramatic little shit. I knew he wanted me tied to him so that I could never go away again. I sighed and sat down at the bar in the diner. "Bourbon, please."
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Brace Yourself (Sequel to "Consider Your Ass Saved")
Fanfiction"You were the thing that kept me from being the bad guy... You changed me."
