Coronation Of Flame (A Marvel Fanfic)

Flashback 8: Quicksilver

You read the title right. That is Quicksilver. MWHAHAHAHAHA! I hope you guys understand the reference.

Enjoy!

LittlePond

Flashback 8: Quicksilver:

Aurelia Tempest was beginning to hate the forest.

Ok, maybe not the entire wood, but the region where the trees grew close together was getting on her nerves. Sure, she was a deadly assassin, the best since Natasha Romanoff, but this was just insulting.

Pietro, of course, found it as easy as breathing, thanks to his super speed; he had whizzed through the trunks several times, threading through them like embroidery and laughing at the top of his lungs.

"Maximoff!" she yelled in frustration, as she punched back a branch with enough force to make a man drop to the floor.

Aurelia crouched like a frog on a trunk that had long since fallen but was held up by surrounding trunks. The speedster stopped by her side and chided, "Come on, Aurelia, I thought you were an assassin." Aurelia lashed out to punch him- though not with as much force -and instead lost her balance and found herself falling off the trunk.

As annoying as he could be, she was thankful that Pietro caught her before she could crash onto the leaf covered ground.

She was not thankful, however, for the awkward position that his heroics put her in.

It wasn't as bad as the whole 'sprained wrist' incident, but when anyone as solid as Pietro Maximoff holds you bridal style, of course things get awkward.

Aurelia tried to ignore the increased beat of her heart, and the fact that her ears were close enough that she could hear the same beat. She also tried to ignore the warmth that Pietro's arms around her brought, the soft tickle of his hair against her forehead. The assassin looked up, only to find Pietro looking back at her, holding her gaze for longer than she would admit.

Aurelia coughed, "Um, Pietro, you can let go now."

The speedster stiffly nodded, as if remembering how to do so, and efficiently dropped her on her feet, looking away. "Thanks, again," she added, rubbing the back of her head. Pietro shrugged, "No problem."

The assassin put her hands on her hips, awkwardly moving her from one foot to the other, staring at the undergrowth as if it held the universe's secrets, "We should probably...continue walking." The speedster nodded, "Yes, we should."

The walk from there to the Fairy Glen was at least decreasingly awkward, the crackle of leaves above them and the whisper of the wind between the trees was the only sound between them.

At one point, Aurelia began to whistle a favourite song of hers- another Taylor Swift song, '22', but Pietro patted her on her shoulder, signalling her to shut up. The assassin nodded and swiftly did so.

Finally the two arrived at the Fairy Glen, Aurelia sighing in relief, leaning against one of the thicker trunks."Like it?" she asked, "I haven't even spent a full day here and I already call it the Fairy Glen." Pietro smirked, and sat, leaves crinkling, "I can see why you would name it that. I can practically see the fairy palace!"

She laughed and stood up, stretching her arms. "'Fairy' and 'palace' are two words I never thought you'd say," Aurelia joked. She coughed again and lifted, or at least attempted, to lift Pietro up from where he sat. "Come on Speedy, time to train." The older twin groaned in frustration as he stood up, "No!" Aurelia laughed softly; she loved it when he got all childish like this, it was as much if not more adorable than that smirk he so often did.