Avenger's AOU~ Oblivion. { Quicksilver Fanfic }

Chapter 23: Stay down.

*** Hey guy, wow okay so I hit 1K and wow. Feeling... more productive. I'm sorry the updates have been slow to those of you still reading. I feel like the story has been a little slow so hears a long chapter and pay attention to details! (just a heads up.) So enjoy! ***

I stood up briskly and wiped the dirt off my jeans. I took one last look at the clearing, the river, the moon, before grabbing my bag and hurrying back to where I left camp. As soon as I crossed back into the woods a sickly feeling crept into my skin. I slowed for a moment just for the time to glance around, the feeling of being watched still sticking with me.

As I ran through the forest, twigs snapping, dodging stray branches, I thought back to a hunt somewhat similar to now. In fact, the very day we set off for H.Y.D.R.A. Hiding behind the tree waiting for Clint to signal me out. I wish he was he now. Helping me track down Steve and figuring out how to deal with, well, me. He'd know what to do.

I wished so many people were back it was painful. Maybe I just had to deal with Pietro for now.

The snapping of twigs behind me caught my attention. I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. Nothing. As I turned back around a movement in the shadows flashed. I squinted into the darkness. Again, zip. I was letting Pietro's feeble attempts at scaring me get to me.

But no matter how I tried to convince myself otherwise, and odd adrenaline spiked and I was running again, trying to get back. For a moment I lost track of thought and my body was flying through the air. I hit the ground with a groan. I turned my head to see what tripped me. Just an uprooted tree root. I went to get back up but my body was suddenly paralyzed. 

A black figure stood motionless just 10 yards or so in front of me. I breathed slightly relieved and my body relaxed.

"Pietro," I sighed and stood up. "For a moment I felt like someone was... I don't know. I'm glad you're here."

I frowned when he didn't move. I rolled my eyes and started towards him.

"You know I think I have an idea," I said as I walked, my voice bumping with each step. "But we need to move tonight-"

I paused as I got close enough to notice his blue eyes behind his hood. His mouth twitched and his hand went to his side, looking for something.

"Pietro?"

Then he found what he was looking for. He flipped out his silver blade and my blood went cold.

"Quinn?" I heard Pietro call in the distance. "Quinn!"

Wait.

I frowned and stepped back away from the man in front of me.

"Who-"

He took a step towards me, his knife glinting in the shine of the moon. The man looked back as Pietro's voice echoed through the cold air. I took the chance and leapt at him. I don't know what I was trying to accomplish but I couldn't think straight.

I took my elbows and rammed them into his side as I jumped passed him, knocking him to the ground. He groaned as he hit the tree. I started to run towards the direction of his voice but I had no time. A large hand grasped my arm, making me wince. I turned to throw a punch, hoping for his face, but had no such luck. He caught my hand in mid swing and twisted my arm behind my back making me cry out in pain.

I brought me knee up, hitting him in the crotch. He released his hold on my arm just to give me enough time to hit him square in the throat. He made a strange gurgling sound as he backed away from me.

I held my hands in front of me defensively. "Stay away-"

In a moment's time, he had brought his leg around, kicking my own out from under me. I landed on the hard ground, a rock hitting my left rib. The air left my lungs instantly and I gasped for air. I wheezed as I was turned roughly onto my back. The figure towered above me straddling my body, his knife flashing in his hand. I was in awe as to how he got in position so quickly. I tried to prop myself up on my elbows but I was pushed roughly to the ground. I felt the weight of the man's body shift as he placed his knees on my chest making it incredibly hard to breathe.