Quicksilver X FemReader - Shooting Star

Molten Silver?

You tumbled to the ground, tripping over your running shoe laces. Your knees hit the rough gravel, and a thin scarlet river trailed its way between the small stones. Wincing, you struggled to stand. Out of nowhere, a hand reached out and grabbed yours. Startled, you glanced up as the stranger pulled you off the ground.It was a fellow runner, and a strong one. He had silver hair and sparkling aqua eyes that outshone his blue shirt. He smirked, and released your hand.

"Hey, whats your name? You ok?"

"(Y/N). I'm ok. You?"

"I'm fine. You can call me Quicksilver."

You raised your eyebrow. "Oh? Going through a mid-life crisis?"

"Ah, I'm too fast to be that old." He laughed.

"I'll race you."

"You got it...3..2..1.." He took off. "Go!"

"Hey!" You shouted. Upon beginning running, you noticed he was nowhere to be seen. "Huh?" You stopped in your tracks.

"You didn't see that coming?" A voice came from behind you. A rich, Russian voice. Quicksilver. Putting your hands on your hips, you opened your mouth to speak."Hush." He placed his finger on your lips.

"What's your name?!"

"Quicksilver."

"How did you do that? Are you a teleporting alien?"

"No, that'd be cool though. I'm just...quick. Like molten silver."

You decided to fire back a quick remark.

"If you're MOLTEN silver, you have to be hot. You sure you're molten?"He raised a slender eyebrow.

"Clever. I like that."You suddenly felt frustration rising in your chest. How dare he make fun of you?

"C'mon, (Y/N). Lets get that knee cleaned up. I think theres a Med+ somewhere around here." He swooped you up, bridal style. He carried you, protesting, to a sleek blue and silver car. Laying you in the back seat, he drove you to a Med+. You suddenly realized the danger of the situation. Was he going to kidnap you? Was he an illegal Russian immigrant? He was attractive though..

"God, (Y/N). You're shaking so bad I can hear your thoughts."

"What?!"

"I'm just joking."You sighed.He approached the front desk, you limping behind him.

"Names?" The desk lady droned.

"Pietro Maximoff and (Y/N)."

You scowled.

"Why are you here?"

"We just need to gauze and wrap this woman's knee and that should be all."The lady nodded and called a nurse.

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"Well, (Y/N), I'm glad you're ok," Pietro smiled, dropping you off at the place you had met him.

"Why did you do that for me?"

"I like spunk. You have plenty of it."

"So...you were hitting on me?"

"No. I was showing you that you have to relax sometimes." He revved his engine. "See you around." Driving away, you found yourself puzzled. How did a simple morning jog turn into this?