speedy.

prologue.

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• here i go again ;; whitesnake

"You know, you're a pretty reckless driver for an old dude."

I laughed as Steve glanced back at me to give me an annoyed look. He revved the engine of the motorcycle, speeding passed Nat and Clint.

"You're only proving my point!" I shouted, squeezing his torso even tighter as he continued to go faster. "Rogers!"

"Dear God, Cap," Tony's voice said through my earpiece, "it's bad enough I have to give up my martini time for this, quit making the girl cry."

"Shut it, Stark," I laughed. "You don't even like martinis!"

"Yeah, she's fine," Steve laughed along with me, but soon we came up to a group of men.

"Hey, alcohol is alcohol!"

"You ready, Captain?" I smirked.

"Only if you are," he replied.

I slid my hands up to his shoulders, slowly pushing myself up onto my feet. I looked up, searching for the god in the sky. Once I spotted him coming towards me, I calculate my jump and how fast Thor was going. When he was at the right point, I propelled myself into the air, catching Thor's outstretched arm.

"Hey, Thor, nice seeing you!" I smiled. "How's it hanging?"

My joke didn't exactly phase him, considering he doesn't understand our slang, but he smiled back nonetheless.

He dropped me off a few feet away from where Natasha stood fighting. Men quickly took notice to me and began to advance. I shook the nerves off my shoulders, putting my hands up in a defensive manner.

As one man came closer, I transported myself to the other side of him, causing him to run into the tree that was once behind me. The others changed their direction, coming right back at me. I lifted the same tree from its roots, swinging it around to knock all the men to their knees, rending them all unconscious.

"You've got a nice swing," Nat said, smiling coyly at me from her place a few yards from me.

"Thanks, Romanoff," I saluted her, running off to aid someone else.

I heard a roar, so I stopped, allowing a big green blur zoom by in front of me, running straight into a bunker. I laughed, shaking my head in amusement at the Hulk. Bruce may think he's a monster, but the things he does for this team is beyond amazing and helpful.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I stop running and look around at my surroundings. I must've run out too far because there didn't seem to be anyone here. I go to turn around, but stop when I hear leaves rustling. Someone's here.

I look around again, searching for the person that cornered me. I watch as a blue blur zoomed by. Super speed, huh? That's interesting.

I could hear the figure coming closer, but in an attempt to grab onto it, we both were thrown off. We landed in a pile of snow, groaning and cursing.

I looked to my right, finding a man around my age with bleached white hair, with his brunette roots showing.

"Jesus, dude," I groaned. "That hurts."

"You're telling me," he replied. "If you hadn't have grabbed me, then we'd be fine."

"Uh, no, don't think so, Speedy," I said, slowly sitting up. "You'd be fine, I'd be laying on the ground with a few broken ribs."