AOU Pietro Maxmimoff (Quicksilver) X Reader

Chapter 9 - Training

You woke up the next morning slowly and painfully. Ugh, you hated those kind of moments when everything was slow and annoying. You stood up slowly, groaning as your back felt really tense, again. God, whatever you did during that fight the other night hurt like a sonofabitch. You slowly slipped into your uggboots and grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand. You quickly downed the rest, and left the room. Some people were already awake, excluding the boys and Mabel. As you walked into the kitchen, Tony gave you an odd glance.

"You look like shit." He told you. You just smiled.

"I feel like shit." You replied. He gave a whispered chuckle. As you sat down, the few Avengers who hadn't gone back to their homes emerged from the hall, and a woman with strawberry blonde hair. You gave Tony a glance as he smiled at her. "Who's that?" You asked him. He snapped his gaze to you.

"Huh? Oh- kid, meet Pepper Potts." He said, almost like that was supposed to mean something to you. He sighed, continuing on. "She's the current CEO of Stark Industries-"

"And regretfully, Tony's resident girlfriend." She sighed. Tony shot her a mocking glare and she grinned.

"What is there to regret?"

"You staying up to ungodly hours and having your suits wake me up." She grinned. You smiled at her. Well, she wasn't wrong. Her snarkiness was all you needed to know she was awesome. The twins and Thor followed, all looking equally tired. As Pietro walked past you stared at his shirt. It took you a moment to realise it was actually one of your massive ones, that somehow fit him.

"That's my shirt." You said. He looked up at you, blinked a little, and looked down to examine it.

"It is too." He mumbled, before shrugging it off.

"Why the hell are you wearing my shirt." Tony also glanced at him.

"That is a very good point actually. Why are you wearing her shirt?" Tony was contributing, and you knew he was thinking of some bizarre innuendo.

"It saw it in a pile of clean laundry a couple days ago and grabbed it. Does it really matter?" He asked, looking up at you and smirking. You shrugged. It really didn't matter to you. You had more to use. Still, the shirt looked good on him, you had to admit.

As conversation ensued in the room, you left with a bowl of cereal to eat at the table. It wasn't much, but you were far too tired and sore to make some bacon and eggs, but you were determined to steal Thor's. He ended up passing you some as you stared at it. You mouthed him a 'thank you' and he chucked. You are the remaining cereal in silence, sometimes laughing at someone's stupid joke or just saying good morning to the boys or Mabel as they woke up. As you put your bowl into the sink, Pietro stepped up beside you.

"Sorry about stealing your shirt." He said, rinsing his bowl under the water. You just rolled your eyes. Once that was done, the two of you made your way down the hall towards your rooms. You attempted to get taller to mumble something to him.

"Don't worry about it. It looks better on you than it does on me." You spoke. Saying this caused the two of you to start laughing loudly, and Wanda gazed as you both quizzically from the end of the hall.

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You flicked your wrist upwards, before splaying your hand towards the target. A small shadow spear, the size of an arrow, became solid and shot into the neck area of the target. Cap glanced down at you. This training session was about practicing skills already possessed and at hand. You. Of course, further practiced your Nyctomancy. Natasha suggested something like acrobatics to use with it, and you accepted the idea, though you possibly weren't the same Olympic style gymnastics master she was, and you had no where near the confidence she did.