Avenger's AOU~ Oblivion. { Quicksilver Fanfic }

Chapter 13: Man in Silver

*** Loki doki, so I've been thinking  that I may start making these a bit slower, these next few chapters are trying to be a bit more focused on Quinn, her powers, her past and Pietro about the same but I can't give anything away ;) I am not promising a budding romance right off the bat because quite honestly, the two were just trying to kill each other less than five chapters ago... Soooo... on that note, enjoy! ***

"Steve!" I sat up straight in my bed, breathing hard.

 My body, clothes and sheets were drenched in sweat and my body was shaking violently. I looked around the room oblivious to where I was. It was dark and hard to see, but a small window across the room from me provided a faint light from the moon. The curtains flowed wispily from the wind coming through the opening and outside I could hear crickets chirping mixed with the sound of the night life. People laughing, music pounding of in the distance.

I blinked hard and slid off the bed, my bare feet brushing against the wooden floor. I padded towards the window and looked down below me. I was in what seemed to be the third floor to some kind of motel. Below me, a city lay quiet and peaceful, tinted with the silver glow of the full moon. A cool breeze blew cherry blossoms across the stone streets and shadow danced across them, the trees above swaying in the wind.

I closed my eyes, trying to remember my last conscious thought. I was barreling towards the sea twelve stories below me in the arms of the very man who tried to kill me several times and vice versa. I had no problem remembering, making sense was the hard part. That was my last memory and now I was in the city in a room, safe as to what it appears. Maybe everything was a dream, the "mission" never happened yet and we were still in New York? I knew it was a long shot, but I didn't want to believe anything else. Then I became aware of someone talking. I tried to focus my mind on the words but I couldn't. I looked directly below me. A couple sat at a bench in front of the building. The man had his arm around the woman and they were talking and laughing away. Except... the language they were speaking. It was Russian.

The streets, the flowers, the peaceful setting. We were in Sokovia.

My mind was rushing and I knew I had to do something, go somewhere. I glanced over towards my bed and something caught my attention. A brown leather strap to a bag sticking out from under my bed. I furrowed my brows. I leaned down and slid it out examining the sack. Just like Steve's. I sifted through the contents and found a black hoodie, a couple fake ID passes with mine and Steve's profile and a large handgun. This was definitely Steve's. How on earth did it get here? I pulled out the hand gun and slipped it into my boot. Just in case. I slipped the bag over my shoulder and stood up.

 So everything I remember I remember correctly. So where was everyone?

Swipt.

I jumped back a little as something flew past my face, grazing my cheek. I winced and brought my hand up to where I was hit and was met by a wet warm feeling. Blood?

 I turned my head away from the window peering into the darkness of the room. Something moved slightly by the door. I wasn't alone.My S.H.E.I.L.D instincts kicked in and I immediately went into action. I turned grabbing the wood frame of the window by my hands and ripped it from the wall. The action took maybe a second or two, but when I turned to hit my target I was knocked to the ground.

"So," A low voice said. I perked up as soon as it spoke. It sounded like home. Like America. "This is where you've been hiding."I squinted painfully into the darkness above me. Sure enough, a figure stood over me, now holding my makeshift window frame weapon.

 "Now," He knelt down beside me. "Where are the others?"

 I had no idea what he was talking about but I didn't care. I grimaced as I brought my fist up and hit the man square in the jaw. He was knocked backwards and I had just enough time to get up and run. I jumped over the man and ran for the door yanking it open.

 I bolted down the hallways as fast as I could, not daring to look back. As I turned the corner and headed down the steps to the second floor, I thought I had lost him. It wasn't until I was in sight of the front doors that someone grabbed me from the back of my shirt collar and yanked me backwards harshly. I made a strange gagging noise and fell on my back with a jolt. I coughed and rolled on my side trying to get up. Someone placed a foot on my back forcing me back on to the ground.

"I suggest you stay there this time." The man said with a curt sigh.

"What do you want?" I growled into the carpet under me. The man took his foot off my back and pulled me on to my feet. "I believe you already know. Now if you just show me without trouble, I will leave you peacefully... more or less."I clenched my teeth. I was sick of people telling me what I supposedly already knew when I had no idea what they were talking about. I grimaced and rolled my head.

"Well, then you came to the wrong place. I don't have what you want. So I guess you'll be on your merry way."The man looked at the ground and gave another cold laugh. "It really does always have to be the hard way, doesn't it."

 Suddenly I was slammed against the wall. Man, walls and slamming were always an issue for me. The man grabbed my hair and wrenched my head back.

"Hey whoa, watch the hair," I managed lightly. "I grew it myself."

The man smirked before pulling my head back painfully far so my crown was cemented to the plastered walls.

I grimaced a bit and tried to stretch my arms defensively, but he had those pinned too. The man leaned in so his face was inches from mine. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a gun, pressing it to my temple.

"Now," He said dangerously calm. "I think you might reconsider about those answers."

"I told you," I groaned irritably. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The man clenched his jaw. I heard a click of the gun cocking.

The next thing I knew, I was thrown to the ground. I didn't take any time to see who was attacking us now, even if they did delay my death by this  assassin.

I coughed from the wind blow and swept my hand over my boot lapel where I put Steve's gun. I breathed in trying to steady my thoughts, to steady my shooting hand. Then I was on my feet, holding my gun out in front of me shakily. My breath hitched in my throat as I realized the scene in front of me. The hallway I was in was now a mess, papers everywhere as if a tornado had ripped through the doors and right down the passage. My attacker had disappeared from the scene as if he were teleported through some unseen portal...

"Wh-" I started and took a step foward, but stopped short when I felt something soft beneath my boot. I looked down at a small ripped piece of blue cloth. I frowned and picked it up, examining the fabric. I've seen this before... just where? Then I found a rusty color around the edges.

Blood.

Then I realized. I looked up and jumped slightly. I shouldn't have been surprised and now standing in front of me was a totally new problem.

The same problem who had saved me from the explosion aboard the crater ship. The same problem who had once haunted my dreams and fanned my flame for vengeance.

"Pietro Maximoff,"

*** So what do you all think? What is Pietro referring to? Will this settle 'disapproval' between the two go away and wear off or will it start back up? Please please comment or message or whatever. I know every author known to existence says that on here but it really brings a smile to my face every time I read you comments because I feel like I'm doing something right... Anyways, until next time ;) ~Mare Xx ***