AOU Pietro Maxmimoff (Quicksilver) X Reader

Chapter 3 - Outing

No one really spoke to you the next day, because you hadn't left the room at all. You just lay in bed, staring blankly at the roof. Michael and Jeremy attempted to bring you something to eat, only to find the previous plates untouched and cold.

You'd lost everything. Your family, your friends, your hope, everything. Well, maybe not everything. You hadn't lost your magic. It was the one family memorabilia you had left. You had inherited it from your great grandmother. She taught you when you were younger, giving you the studded cuffs as a birthday present years ago, before she died. Your parents weren't entirely accepting of her, but as long as you loved her, they didn't care.

When she died, you started practicing magic more, learning tricks she hadn't taught you, like shadow walking, or small-scale teleportation. Or how to create a wall of solid shadow, even manipulate the shadows of others to fight their owners. A day and a half after seeing the video, your hands traced over the studs on the bracelets and you sat up.

If you were going to let these emotions control you, you were going to at least use whatever happiness you had left to try and remain positive, no matter how hard it was. Jeremy had brought in some Rice five minutes prior, and steam was still rising. You ate carefully.

You decided to get dressed, out of the plain blue pyjamas Tony had given you. Brushing your hair was easy. You'd barely moved at all the previous night, staying awake. Your face looked older, because of how tired you were, but you didn't care.

You pulled on your clothes, rolling up the shirt sleeves and letting the tie hang loosely around your neck. You felt lighter, and tried a smile in the mirror. It was okay, but you tried again, feeling satisfied. Checking the time, it was two thirty in the afternoon. Before you left the room, you grabbed the rice bowl, taking it with you.

As you shut the door, you nearly ran into Pietro.

"Sorry!" You cried, sidestepping. You didn't see him look around at you, confused as you continued down the hall towards the main living area. Hawkeye and the boys were playing video games, and you grinned at them. Michael was kicking both their asses. You placed the bowl into the sink of the kitchen, before walking back out to the couch and jumping over it. You landed next to Jeremy, who's eyes widened at the sight of you.

"You... you're up." Was all he said. You nodded, picking up a spare controller.

"Got room for one more?" You asked. Michael's head whipped around to see you and he beamed, nodding.

"We're playing Super Smash Bros." He explained.

"I call dibs on Peach next round." You called out. Hawkeye scoffed.

"Beat ya to it!" He laughed.

"Then Zelda." You glared playfully. He reached out for a high five.

"Princess power." He grinned at you.

"Hawkeye is the prettiest princess." Jeremy teased.

"Damn right!" The room erupted into laughter.

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The boys never asked to watch the video. They could see you didn't want to show it to them, and guessed it was for the best. Later that day, Tony sent you all out, to go shopping. He knew you'd all lost all hope of going home, and said he'd help out by giving you some money for getting some more clothes and other things. He said he was never really the dad type, but Jeremy and Michael were more thankful than you. He also said to go get a laptop and a phone each, seeing as all your old ones were blown up.

He also forced the twins to tag along, as supervisory figures, not that you minded. Jeremy and Michael didn't act their ages at all, being mischievous and playful instead of angsty and rebellious. You were happy for that though. It made your job of looking after them easy, even if Jeremy was only two years younger than you.