AOU Pietro Maxmimoff (Quicksilver) X Reader

Chapter Five - Revenge

Nightmares were a common occurence to you now, though, you still hated every second of them. You jolted awake, sitting up. Beads of cold sweat ran down your forehead. You ran your forearm across it, and held back the sobs threatening to leave your vocal chords. A single tear found its way down your cheek, but you managed to hold it back.

You scolded yourself. You were tougher than this. Throwing off the covers, you wandered around the room in your shorts and singlet, holding your arms to your chest. You breathed in and out slowly. Your friend used to get really bad panic or anxiety attacks, and taught you how to keep calm. You remembered them fondly, before regaining your posture, and continuing your pacing.

A gentle knock came from the door, and you snapped your gaze towards it. You calmly called out to who it was, and a strong accent travelled through the wood. You walked over, and unlocked it, before leaning all your weight onto it.

"What is it?" You asked Pietro.

"I heard you cry out in your sleep before." He said quietly, as not to wake up anyone. "I assumed you were having a nightmare, so I brought ice-cream."

"What flavour?"

"Neapolitan." You could almost hear the smirk in his voice. Satisfied with his answer, you opened the door. He stood there, track pants and a plain black t-shirt. He had two spoons, and two small tubs of ice-cream. You pulled him inside, shutting the door quietly. "So.... nightmare?" He asked, getting a nod in return. "Want to talk about it?"

"No thanks." You smiled softly. "Though, the ice-cream is appreciated." He grinned at you, passing you a tub and a spoon. It was about three o'clock in the morning, and the ice-cream would surely enough keep you both awake. The two of you sat in your bed, eating ice-cream and conversing about whatever non-saddening topics crossed your minds.

You introduced the European to video games, as he had never actually had any of his own as a child. He seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. You glanced across at him as he played Minecraft on your laptop, watching him quietly freak out as the gaming world slowly got darker and monsters began to appear. He hid in his small house, torch lit. The sounds of the in-game zombies made him shrink back into your pillow.

The ice-cream ended up going back to the kitchen at about four, being half melted and devoid of any chocolate flavour in your tub. He had run it down for you, earning a thanks. He watched as you slowly fell asleep, and insisted on staying until you woke up, or if you had another nightmare. You didn't, in fact, the sleep was rather peaceful.

When you woke up, it was nine a.m and he was gone, leaving a note saying 'Hope you slept well. I ended up falling asleep too.' You grinned.

You pulled on some skinny jeans and a black sweater, brushed your hair lightly, and left the room. In the kitchen, Michael and Jeremy slowly picked at their food. You walked up behind them, wrapping your arms around them.

Their looks said it all. Oh no.

"What's wrong?" You asked them. The smile that once adorned your face had changed into a frown.

"There was a third attack, at another school." Jeremy said. How on earth did he know there was a second? "It's okay, we knew something had happened to out parents when you didn't tell us. But this attack was bigger, taking out half a small town." He explained. Your appearance went from worried, to enraged. Your lip quivered with anger.

"Hydra... did... WHAT?!" You snapped, obviously not at him. You let go of the boys, pacing the dining room angrily. You were mumbling to yourself for a second before glancing at Jeremy. "How many prisoners did they take?"

"I dunno. But it was probably more than just three this time."

"What are the avengers doing?" You asked him.

"Waiting for you. They want your help." He said. You nodded briefly.

"Eat your breakfast. I've got some revenge to plan."

"Kick their asses!" Michael yelled.

"Watch your language, young man." You said to him. "But, I sure as hell plan to." He gave you a thumbs up, and you wandered up to the lab, where the Avengers were.

--

When you entered the lab, Tony and Natasha were engaged in a heated discussion. You moved between Thor and Hawkeye, getting a soft 'good morning' from each.

"She could do this." Natasha grumbled at Tony.

"She's a kid." Tony countered.

"Tony, she's basically an adult. She has some incredible power, let her use it."

"And what if she gets in the way, huh? What if she has a panic attack in the middle of a battle and everyone gets shot in the chest by their own shadows?"

"I won't have a panic attack." You interrupted. Tony and Natasha glanced at you. "Please, let me help. If Hydra's taken prisoners, then quite a few may be my age. I could be emotional support for them. I also, really, really want to kick Hydra's stupid butt."

"Revenge doesn't solve everything."

"But it'll take away some stress." You said. "And I have enough stress to fill a stadium." Tony gave you a look, before turning to Natasha.

"She gets one try at this, got it? One. If she screws up, then she stays here next time." He mumbled at her. Natasha gave a him a smile.

"She won't screw up. I know it." She turned her smile to you, which you returned sheepishly.

Everyone turned to Cap, who began explaining the whole situation. There was a convoy, at least five trucks, with a humvee behind and in front. He explained the humvee 30. Cal guns, and how dangerous they were, though he seemed to direct this entire speech towards you and Pietro. You glanced at the platinum blonde, who was too busy staring at the screen with the plan on it. You were to help prisoners and take out anyone getting in your way, same went for the twins and Falcon. Everyone else had the job of keeping Hydra busy.

You understood that. You also had been given the task of taking out any bombers, seeing as you were the only one who could do it safely. As you turned to leave after the briefing, Cap stopped you in the doorway.

"Be careful. We don't have any protective clothing for you, so you need to keep out of harms way as much as possible." He explained.

"It's all gonna be fine. I have the perfect idea of what to wear." You told him. "It'll leave a lasting impression." He gave you a disapproving look.

"This isn't about how you look."

"No, I know that. I'm more thinking about making them wish they'd never killed everyone I cared about." You ducked under his arm, heading off to get changed quickly.

--

Before you left, you gave Jeremy and Michael a kiss on the forehead each, telling them you'd be back soon. They told you again you weren't their mother, but you didn't care.

As you sat in the quinjet, as everyone called it, you played with the shadows around you. Down on the ground, you were approaching a disturbance in them. You looked up at Hawkeye, who was driving.

"Watch out. One of the Humvees is coming up." You told him. "Three miles." He looked back at you, giving you a thumbs up.

Tony didn't want you wearing your school uniform, but you ignored him. If Hydra killed your friends, you'd kill a few soldiers, leaving an impression that you would never forgive Hydra for what they did. It was a mistake on the illegal organisation's behalf to let the Nyctomancer go like that, take out their family and attack another innocent area, and now Hydra was going to pay. Harshly, of course.