AOU Pietro Maxmimoff (Quicksilver) X Reader

Chapter 7 - Walks

The next afternoon, everyone was back in the tower. Mabel found crutches to be a pain in the ass, as the bullet wound in her leg had scratched the bone and walking was also, a pain in the ass. The town she once lived in was half destroyed, but everyone else would go back, salvage what they could, and keep going. Mabel was staying with you though. She had no family either, and you couldn't help but feel like she was your responsibility. Tony didn't care. In fact, he seemed very much okay to have her around. She seemed to be a science nerd and messing around with technology seemed like a big pastime of hers.

Jeremy and Michael were happy to see you back, yet surprised to see yet another person arrive. Michael seemed to think of Mabel as friendly, though it wasn't hard to tell that she liked Jeremy, a lot. Michael didn't mind though. In fact, he was happier knowing she liked his older brother.

You sighed as the shower water ran down your back. You were actually really tired, even though you slept like a rock most nights, the last night you had almost no sleep. Your muscles ached from being cooped up in a quinjet for hours and not having too much space to move at all.

Your left hand traced your hip, and you winced. Forming there was a large ugly bruise. Sighing, you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. The bruise stung after being pelted steaming water, so you gently dried yourself off. Was this what being an avenger was like? Go kick ass, save people, and in the process, silently deal with wounds. You sighed, going to get some clothes from your room. At quite possibly the worst time, someone knocked on your door.

"Don't come in!" You called, grabbing your sweatpants and an oversized batman shirt.

"What's wrong?" Pietro's voice came, sounding worried. You rolled your eyes.

"Why do you think?" You grunted. "I just got out of the shower and want some privacy." You explained. You heard him chuckle from the other side of the door.

"I'll wait then." He said, obviously now leaning on your door. Due to the fact that you had someone waiting, you dressed quickly, and were drying your hair when you opened the door. He fell in backwards, making you laugh. He glared at you from the floor. "Are you going to help me up?" He asked, to which you shook your head. He rolled his eyes and sat up, moving his legs out of the way do you could shut the door.

"Any reason for my mid-afternoon visit?" You asked, sitting down on the edge of your bed to dry your hair.

"I wanted to see how you were going from last night." He said warily, standing up, only to sit down next to you.

"Other than a colossal bruise on my hip, I'm otherwise fine." You lied. You weren't fine. That man who started shooting at you seemed particularly upset about you. Did your magic put everyone in danger? You sure as hell hoped not. "That and I'm really tense." You told him. He laughed a little bit.

"Understandable. I was too." He fell back onto your bed, staring blankly at the roof. You left him there briefly to walk into your bathroom to dry and brush your hair. He followed briefly. You hadn't noticed the large bags under your eyes and sighed when you did. You looked like shit. You quickly brushed your dampened hair, wincing at any knots before pulling them out. Pietro just watched, and even though your would have normally kicked someone out, you decided you would let him stay. After you had finished attempting to untangle the still horridly messy thing your call hair, Pietro broke the calm silence.

"I think we should go out." He said. You snapped your gaze to him.

"What!?" You cried. He shrunk back in embarrassment, holding his hands up in defence and his face becoming a shade redder.

"No what I meant was that-" He stumbled with his words, making it hard for you to contain the laughter that was threatening to come out. "We should maybe, go out as in leave the tower for a little while! Not like go out go out, but maybe just go for a walk or something." He stuttered more, his face darkening. You couldn't help yourself as you started laughing. He stopped fumbling with his words to watch you double over with your laughter. As you straightened up again, he gave you a quizzical look. "What's so funny?" He grumbled.