Avenger's AOU~ Oblivion. { Quicksilver Fanfic }

Chapter 20: Suppression to Action

    "Harry!"

    My eyes were still shut and his name got caught in my throat. I sat up in my bed.

    Bed? I fell asleep on the beach.

    I instantly flung the plush comforter from my body and pushed myself as far up the bed as I could. The room I was in looked almost identical to the room in my dream except with windows. But this time, a warm glow from the morning sun lit up the wood floors and green walls.

    Pietro was nowhere in sight though. I scanned the room but there was no sign of him except a navy blue jacket with white arrows down the sleeves. I cautiously slid my legs down to the floor, the cold surface of wood brushing against my bare feet.

    "Pietro?" I whispered as if we were playing hide and seek and I was the seeker. Where the heck was he? We didn't have time for any more games or anything. Sure I was trying to get Pietro to trust me but this wasn't what I had in mind. Running around and watching fireworks. Okay, I think that was necessary, but no more. He probably ran off somewhere or something.

    I began to notice small droplets of sweat forming on my hairline and for the first time realized the heat in the room was drastically high. I made no hesitation to rush to one of the windows, sliding it open with ease. I breathed in the cool dramatically and rested my elbows on the window frame. I figured I would have no choice but to wait for Pietro. I contemplated leaving to find him but Sokovia, from what I've seen, was huge, and Pietro was, well... Pietro.

    After a few long minutes of waiting, I marched back over to the bed trying to think of a way to think clearly. I noticed a mirror in the corner of the room opposite of the door. At that moment An image of the room me an Steve were in before we left for the boat flashed into my mind. Before I could think twice, I was standing before my reflection, my eyes scanning me appearances. The bruises around my neck were all but completely gone, a couple darker spots placed randomly across my skin. My hair was stringy and falling out of its braid that had been in for who knows how long. My hands were darkened by dirt and my clothes seemed a bit worn. My hand found its way to my shrapnel wound from HYDRA and my breath hitches as my eyes fell on it in the mirror. It hadn't even been a month and the several inch deep gash had almost completely invisible, leaving only a thin white line behind. I proved it harshly with my fingers, trying to sensor pain but none came. But just as I took my hand away I realized the white line of a scar began to glow. I jumped back and landed against the bedpost. A loud crack filled the air as the post snapped off and fell to the floor. I knelt down to pick it up cursing my clumsiness mentally, almost forgetting what if just witnessed in the mirror. As I stood up I nearly jumped again when the door behind me creaked open revealing a half dressed Pietro. His hair was damp and he was wearing a dark pair of jeans holding a light shirt on his arm. His face automatically fell into a look I couldn't quite explain as he looked from me to the broken bedpost in my hand

"Busy?"

My face flushed and a strange flair of annoyance sparked. Here we go. "You took a shower? I've been waiting for hours."

"Uh, yeah." He raised an eyebrow at me. "And I've only been gone 45 minutes. Which was obviously enough time for you to destroy the room."

"I was... remodeling." I breathed looking at the bed. "And how in the world did we get here?"

"What?" He walked over towards me before sitting on the bed. He slipped his shirt over his torso and pulled a pair of boots out of nowhere, also putting those on.

I shook my head. "We were on the beach?"

"Yeah, and then you fell asleep so I brought you here."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

Pietro shrugged. "It seemed like you probably needed some sleep."

"I was unconscious for sixteen days."

Pietro stared at me. "A simple thank you would suffice."

I turned away and faced the mirror again. I don't know why I was getting angry over the fact Pietro didn't wake me up. In fact, it wasn't Pietro who angered me at all. It was that I was here  pretending not I have a care in the world when a someone I called friend was out there being tortured by a sociopath who cares nothing but his own achievements. And I was sleeping in a comfortable bed.

I have a job and a promise to uphold. So I'm done playing around with Pietro to get on his good side. I don't care if he comes with me or not but I had something I needed to do. Whoa, you go Quinn.

I nodded to myself as if that would boost my confidence. But I figured I still at least needed to try to get this train on track so that meant... apologizing. Or- no. I have to at least try to stay on his good side.

I turned around. "I'm sorry. You were being thoughtful and I kind of lashed out."

Pietro leaned back on his heels as if taking this in. "Okay."

I raised an eyebrow. "This that your equivalent to 'I forgive you?'"

Pietro smiled plainly.

"What?" I frowned.

"Nothing." The smile immediately vanished replaced by a cold blank slate.

I considered saying something else but shook it off. "So I guess we need a plan. To save Steve that is. And quite possibly the only person who likes you." I attempted lightly.

"Well, I had an idea." Pietro said after another one of his signature pauses.

I looked at him. "And you didn't tell me?"

"You were too busy sleeping."

"Okay, fine." I said impatiently ignoring the obvious lightness in his voice as well. I stood up from the bed. "You've made your point that I was a jerk. I apologized. What's your idea?"

He frowned at me as I started pacing back and forth excitedly waiting for an answer. "It's not just a grab and go. It's going to be almost impossible and I don't even know yet if it will work. You'll have to be willing for that you know."

I suppressed a smile as I turned away from Pietro. I reached for his coat and threw it at him as I half skipped to the door.

"Then you obviously don't know who you're working with."

I could feel his eyes on me as I left the room. I knew that this wouldn't be easy and I felt uneasy with Pietro breathing down my neck, especially after that awful dream, but I was ready for anything as long as Steve and I end up safely in New York with our team like we should, where we should.

And that was just my fatal flaw.

*** Okay chapter freaking twenty!!!!!! I know that may not be a lot to some but to me, this is like a milestone. I'm really excited for what's to come!

~Mare xX ***