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AOU Quicksilver x Reader

Spectre7 

"Stark! Stop terrorising my woman!" You hear Pietro shout from down the hall.

Steve said that they never used to fight like this and at first you didn't understand what he meant by that. But as time passed you all by, you understood what he meant.

It hurt, to know that the other Avengers blamed you for the fighting amongst themselves. And sadly it still does.

You curl up on the couch, your hands covering your ears, trying to block everyone out. For you it seems that they can't understand the concept of silence.

"I'm trying to analyze her brain functions so we can fix her."

"Fix her? There is nothing wrong with the woman I love, Stark! If she doesn't want you to help her then you should leave her alone!"

"This is my tower and she is more than welcome to leave it! Most of us don't appreciate having a nut job running around, causing havoc and mayhem."

"So you're saying that you don't want her here? She can barely take care of herself let alone defend herself! If you sent her away you would be sentencing her to death!" You hear the anger in Pietro's voice and it frightens you. Your breathing pattern quickens and you start chanting to yourself.

"Peace. Ultron. Silence." You repeat to yourself over and over again. You begin to recede into yourself, where you know you are safe. Small objects around the room begin to lift a few centimetres from where they are resting.

Wanda approaches you quietly as she senses your distress and gently lays her hand on your shoulder.

"(Y/n)." She whispers softly but you give her no response. Wanda tries to invade your mind but you are blocking her out and she stumbles back from the force you use to push her out of your mind.

"Pietro!" Wanda calls out to her brother, the worry clear in her voice. Pietro stops his argument with Tony and runs over to your side as soon as he notices your meltdown.

Wanda steps back and watches the interaction between the two of you. It makes her heart melt watching the love between you and her brother.

Pietro steadily brushes your hair out of your face and cups your cheek lovingly, even though his eyes are tired. It's been awhile since he slept due to your nightmares which always calculate his death.

"(Y/n), I'm here and I'm not going to leave you. Everything is alright." He said in a calming tone while lightly kissing your hairline.

Your response is almost immediate as you nuzzle your face into his hand for comfort. Pietro's smell invades your senses and you welcome the invasion with open arms. As you let out a calm breath and stare into Pietro's eyes the objects in the room drop to their original resting place.

"I don't like yelling. It's scary." You tell Pietro in a small voice.

"I know, I'm sorry. Forgive me?" He asks you in a tired voice but it's full of love nonetheless.

You crawl into Pietro's lap and you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, clinging to him like a life line. A sign that you forgive him.

"(Y/n), there is something I need to tell you." Pietro whispers into your ear.

"Mmhmm." You manage to grumble out.

"I'm helping the Avengers take down Ultron."

"No!" You yell out in panic, "With eight of you fighting Ultron your survival rate 25.25%. If we add saving casualties to that percentage and enemy fire and buildings crashing, explosions, falling debris your survival rate is now 5%. You will die!"

"(Y/n) I'm coming back to you, I promise. I'm fighting Ultron to make this world safe for you. I will not leave you to face the world alone." Pietro states while massaging the back of your neck, calming you down again from another frenzy.

"You'll die. You can't go! I won't let you!" You yell out fiercely. The objects in the room once again start to rise and levitate in the air. Tears blur your vision and your emotions become out of control. The objects in the room fly in all different directions. Flying through walls and windows, making the Avengers duck for cover. 

You gasp as a pinching pain starts at the base of your neck. Your limbs go limp as you slump forward into Pietro's chest. It doesn't take long for you to realise you have been shot by a tranquilliser.

Your vision goes in and out of focus. You struggle with every ounce of energy you possess. You can't seem to think any coherent thoughts as your mind goes blank.

Darkness creeps into the edges of your sight and you fight even harder to stay awake, but it's all in vain as you succumb to the chemicals in your bloodstream. 

Your eyes lazily open as your head throbs in agony. You notice the room you're in is dark and you can faintly hear whispers. It's quiet. Your eyes focus on the soft blue lights in the room.

"Pietro?" You softly call out to him. You lay there waiting for an answer but there is none. The door to the room opens and your eyes squint at the sudden light.

You sit up in the bed and shuffle back as the person approaches you. You analyse their physical appearance. Red. That's the main colour you see. Red.

"Where's Pietro?" You ask while raising your voice.

"Hello, (Y/n). My name is Vision."

"I don't care who you are, where is Pietro!?" You yell while stumbling out of the bed.

"Miss (Y/n). He won't be coming back."

"Why wouldn't he? He said he would." Your bottom lip starts to tremble.

"Pietro died in action. My apologies." You watch his facial expression but it's blank.

You let out a sob as you grip your hair in grief. You pull on your hair and you scream out in agony. The lights around you shatter as your power flexes to your emotions.

Your legs collapse from under you and you fall to the floor crying uncontrollably.

"Pietro!" You scream out through your sobbing, "Don't go where I can't follow," you beg desperately trying to feel his presence in your heart but all you feel is emptiness.