AOU Pietro Maxmimoff (Quicksilver) X Reader

Chapter 8 - Denial

Mabel sat on the couch beside you, absolutely kicking your ass at Splatoon. Screw her and her natural gaming complexities. You grumbled as she won, again. She laughed at you, and you glanced across towards her. Her curly black hair was pulled away from her face, and, much unlike a couple of days prior, her dark skin positively glowed. You smiled at her, before whipping your head around to the TV, where Mabel was controlling more than half of the map with her purple paint. Oh that lil' shit.

The tower was quiet that day. Most of the Avengers had either gone home, or off to somewhere or other, besides Thor, who had decided to stay behind and keep an eye on everyone. He now sat in casual clothing next to Mabel, who was leaning on him. Not that he minded of course. As Mabel won, again, you stopped playing, deciding instead to make lunch. You looked through the freezer, deciding on some small pies, or as some people in other parts of the world call them, party pies, for your lunch. Neither Mabel nor Thor felt like partaking in your miniature pie party, so you only cooked 10, because they were small and adorable.

"So Thor," You heard Mabel start. "Got a girlfriend?" She asked. You sighed. Typical young teenage girl question. Thor chuckled.

"Yes in fact!" He said. "Her name is Jane Foster. She is a very smart woman, and very beautiful. She saved the world once, when we were in England." He told Mabel, who seemed intrigued by the whole situation. You watched as the 13 year old listened to the god contently, before turning to you.

"What about you? Anyone special I'm yet to know about?" She queried. You wanted to throw a spatula at her.

"No." You snapped. "And for the time being, it'll stay that way." You looked down at the tray of pies as you carefully put them into the oven. She started laughing from the couch.

"I think you're lying."

"I think I'm about to attack you with a spatula." You threatened, not that it stopped her stupid grin. She picked up her crutches from the floor, and made her way over to you. As she sat down on one of the barstools, you shot her a glare, daring her to keep talking. So she did, the little shit.

"I think I know who it is." She spoke. When you didn't answer, she kept going. "I think they have messy platinum hair-" Thor was making his way over as she spoke, eyeing the whole situation with humour.

"Mabel." You warned.

"- and they run really fast-"

"Mabel I swear to god."

"- And they have a twin sister." You glared at the 13 year old, visibly pissed off. Thor was smirking, and you shared your glare with him.

"Why are you condoning this?" You asked.

"Because it is funny to see you deny it."

"I hate you so much, Odinson." You glared at him. "In fact, there's nothing to deny. I don't like anyone. Besides, I could always tease you about Jeremy." You leaned closer to Mabel, and she visibly flinched at the name. She looked to the floor, face growing red.

"Was it that obvious?" She sighed. You and Thor both gave her a cheeky but sympathetic look.

"Yeah, but it's cute." You smiled. In hearing this, her posture changed back to its usual happy one. She gave you a teasing smirk.

"You can still deny it all you want. But you like him." She teased. Your glare replaced the smile on your face, which in turn, caused Thor and Mabel to both laugh at you.

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You examined the large bruise on your hip in the bathroom, lifting up the bottom on your shirt to do so. It was big and ugly and painful, and you really wished it wasn't there. You really needed to get it checked out at some point. As you let go of your shirt, you heard a familiar engine, and smiled. That meant people were back. Fantastic. Now it wouldn't be so quiet.