AOU Pietro Maxmimoff (Quicksilver) X Reader

Chapter 6 - First Fight

The quinjet moved awkwardly, noting that the humvees had spotted it. You almost crashed against the walls of the jet, but grabbed onto the shadows to cushion you. It was pitch black outside, except for the trucks and humvee headlights. Tony gave you a glance as you called out to him.

"I can take them out." You said to him. He rolled his eyes, giving you a grin as a sign to go ahead. You returned it, focusing your energy into moving into the back Humvee. You arrived in the passenger seat, making the driver call out in surprise. The vehicle halted sharply, almost throwing you against the dashboard. You focused shadows around your fist, an shot them at his face. You heard a terrible crack as his jaw dislocated. You hit him again, this time with enough force, you saw his skull fracture inwards.

The gunner aimed a kick towards your forehead, still aiming the 30. cal at the quinjet. You used the shadows to halt to bullet's rain, and more to cover your head like a helmet. He tackled you as you stood up. The two of you flew over the hood of the vehicle onto the road. The trucks up ahead halted at the commotion.

You turned the shadows into armour, throwing punches. One struck his temple, and you almost cried out at the sickening crack. You moved away from the body of the man, shaking. You took his assault rifle, even though you had absolutely NO idea how to use it. You would more than likely pass it onto someone else later. The other Humvee turned and began racing towards you.

In your fear, you shook, but you covered the gun nozzle and blinding headlights with shadows. The driver and gunner called out. Using the shadows around you, you gripped onto them and pulled them up in thick wall. There was a loud smash as the humvee ran into it. You let it drop, and stared at the wreckage of the military vehicle in front of you. The gunner was broken in placed that you knew he wouldn't survive, and you cried out. You had stooped to Hydra's level, not that you really cared. These horrible zealots were all responsible for the death of millions, and you wanted to Avenge all of those people.

"Kid, we can't see anything. How'd it go?" You heard Falcon's voice through your ears. The shadow armour melted away as drivers left their trucks. You held a hand you your left ear, and spoke.

"The humvees are down, but hurry up and get down here. I might spoil all your fun." You told him. He chuckled through the headset.

"You already have spoiled some of it." He mumbled, and you watched as the quinjet came in to land. Drivers and Hydra soldiers poured from the trucks, and you watched them warily. As everyone but Natasha left the quinjet, it pulled up into the air again, turning around and aiming the artillery at the soldiers.

"Stand down and nothing will be fired." She called over the speakers. Someone threw a grenade, and you reached up the shadows to catch it. The shadows contorted slightly as the grenade went off. Pietro glanced at you, giving you a thumbs up. Natasha didn't say anything else as she opened fire at a group standing away from the trucks. You, the twins and falcon set off to open the trucks. You shadow walked to the furthest away, punching a soldier in the back of the head as he turned. He dropped, and a grin spread over your face. You slowly opened the door to the truck. A woman standing close to the door stared at you.

"Who are you supposed to be?" She asked, voice dripped in cold resent. "I'm expecting an Avenger to save me, not some high school student with too short a skirt." You gave her one of your trademark 'are you serious' looks.

"Well right now, a grumpy teenager is all you're going to get." You grumbled, climbing into the truck and helping up a teenager girl. "So shut your ungrateful piehole and help me get people away from here." The teenage girl gripped your arm warily. A trail of blood ran down her leg, and you assumed she'd been shot. She looked about Michael's age, and her makeup had run in tear-lines down her face. The woman glowered at you, and helped up an elderly man, who clearly looked like he didn't need the help. He looked stronger than her. He looked at you.