Avenger's AOU~ Oblivion. { Quicksilver Fanfic }

Chapter 11: "A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor."

*** Ello lovelies! So sorry for those of you actually reading my story for the wait! I decided to make it up to you all by posting two in one day! Enjoy! ***

Darkness seeped into the hallways, casting eerie shadows dancing across the long metal panels. I pulled a hoodie out of Steve's bag and tossed it to him. I pulled out another for me and slipped it over my head dragging the hood over my face. We walked silently through the halls keeping an eye for any... disturbances. We passed a few locked doors until we came upon one that was slightly ajar. I glanced at Steve before sliding through the opening and looking around. I heard Steve shuffle in behind me.

We looked around at the small plain room: a bookshelf in the corner a window looking out over the cross board and a large bed in the middle of the room. Other than that, we were alone. I heard the door swing shut quietly behind me as Steve flipped on the light. Outside the sun was sinking low beneath the clouds, baying closer and closer to the sea.

I tossed myself onto the bed. "How much time?"

"An hour max." Steve answered. I closed my eyes as I felt the bed shift next to me.

"So..." Steve started slowly. "The whole water thing?"

I sighed dramatically, trying to signal him it was nothing. "Let it go."

Steve laughed. "Just... you... afraid of some water?"

I shot up and looked at him. I didn't know what to say so I didn't. I got up and walked away from the bed towards the window balcony. Footsteps beckoned behind me. A hand brushed against my back and somewhere inside me it struck a long since buried memory. One I never wanted to be uncovered again.

"Twelve years ago my father took my brother and I out to a beach somewhere exclusive down by the Atlantic. We were so excited, being the children that we were. He- we always loved the water, the sea. It was so intriguing." Tears pricked my eyes as I was lost in the memory...

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"Papa said to stay on the beach till he got back." Harry told me, his green eyes glinting with firmness.

I turned and looked at my brother. He was literally twenty two minutes older than me but I guess he thought that gave him a right to be a push over. I stood ankle deep in the green blue water watching the way it flowed over rocks and carried the small delicate sea creatures. Behind us was the light beach and behind the woodland. My father had gone back to the road to start the car, saying he would return soon. And until then I wanted to have a little more fun.

"He wouldn't care if I just waded a bit longer." I told him irritably.

"But the storm..." Harry pointed the dark clouds growing ever closer.

I rolled my eyes. "It's still a ways out. Come on, we could explore a bit more around the Cliffside before Papa even returned."

Harry began to protest but I was already climbing up the steep rock cascades. I knew he wouldn't leave me and soon I heard his mangled footfalls quietly behind me. The beach disappeared behind a bend and the wind began to pick up speed. We climbed a ways across the cliff chutes, not up but across. The steep rock side soon opened up to a flat stony base and we walked out on the water.

I smiled looking at the thousands of colored stones about my feet in the water. I leaned down and began pulling out one by one and stuffing them into my pockets. We weren't far from the beach, maybe a two minute walk, but Harry began to grow antsy. I glanced back at him as he shifted foot to foot on the rocky shore.