Avenger's AOU~ Oblivion. { Quicksilver Fanfic }

Chapter 25: Words in the Dark

*** Alrighty guys! Chapter twenty five and over 1400 views! I am so unbelieveably happy that I keep getting reads wow! When I started I was writing for me but now? No comparison. I had no idea I'd get this far. I am so sorry for the delayed start on this chapter but Oh my, how happy I am. Ahhh! Alright well, I hope you enjoy, I will be hopefully back on track with my schedule. Here we go... ~Mare xX ***

The rough bark of the maple tree was hard on my back, where I sat with my gun laid across my lap and a canteen of water in my hands. After hours of running through the forest I finally made it out, where I was now staring into a vast field of knee length grass accompanied by the sounds of thousands of night creatures. Small green lights flashed in and out of view as lightning bugs laces between blades of grass.

    I sighed anxiously.

    Hopefully I had gone the direction Pietro lead me through but why? Why had he taken me through that massive forest where it seemed even more danger lie behind every corner when he'd only been trying to avoid it as my guess? I took another drawling sip of my water and swished around thoughtfully in my mouth; but only one thought kept resurfacing.

    What now?

    Did Pietro mean for me to go on without him? I had no idea where he was but it didn't really bother me too much. He was always going in and out of places and always managed to show up when he wished. But I had no idea where he planned for me to go on from here. All I could see was fielding grass and the dark shadows of mountain giants in the distance. I had no idea where we could possibly be going. We left the ocean and city long behind us.

    Sighing again I tugged my jacket up over my mouth and nestled down in my little tree nook.

Someone tugged my shoulder roughly. I flicked my eyes open as the sun painfully beamed from high above.

"What on earth are you doing?"

    I fully opened my eyes to see a tall figure looming over me, stepping into the shine of the sun.

    "Ah," I murmured as my eyes relaxed. "Much better."

    The next moment I was sputtering loudly as a wave of frigid water washed over me. I jumped to my feet with my hands lingering in the air at my sides.

    "What on earth are you doing?" I gasped dramatically.

    Pietro leaned down and grasped my bag, shoving it into my chest along with my now empty canteen. "Ah, much better."

    I huffed and pulled my shirt up, wiping my face. "Where were you?"

    "I thought you'd be smart enough not to leave yourself more exposed to the open as this," Pietro carried on, ignoring my question. "Almost wasted my efforts to keep you hidden."

    "Hidden?" my voice was filled with exasperation. "I got tackled by a ninja and head butted by a fourteen year old kid in one day! I nearly got shot several times, thrown into a number of natural surroundings, and this-" I motioned wildly to the wrapped up cut on my arm, which was now black with blood. A lot of blood. "What?"

    I quickly ripped off the bandage, unraveling it with haste. The once small cut on my arm had nearly doubled in size and was now dark purple around the edges for at least an inch. I stared bewildered at the wound for a minute. "That's not poss-"

    "No," Pietro whispered. He grasped my other arm roughly and sat me down against the tree.

    He twisted my arm up to him, probing around the wound with his fingers.

    I winced and pulled away only to be jerked back to Pietro.

    "That hurts," I said indignantly, but realizing he wasn't paying any attention to my voice.

    Pietro leaned back on his heels still grasping my forearm, but with a much lighter grip. His temple was pounding as he grinded his jaw together. He had a permanent frown plastered on his face as he glanced to and fro at the ground to my arm then to my bag. Then, as if he had come hesitantly to an important decision, he nodded slowly.

    "We need to go now." He said almost inaudibly. "We have maybe twenty-four hours."

    I stared at him blankly. "Before what?"

    "Before Van Strucker kills your friend."

    We spent the day hiking over the empty fields and low valleys of country land, the black forest disappearing gradually behind us. I kept my questions to myself but ultimately I wanted to know how on earth Pietro could know this information. He must've gotten it from one of the many times he'd disappeared, but why would he keep it from me? The one main thing that kept me silent was my determination to find Steve.

    That night we stopped at the foot of a mountain range, nothing but the valley separating us from the forest many miles behind us. Pietro had strangely insisted on having me try to make a fire from scratch. After several many minutes of sitting blankly with my hands outstretched like an ancient cartoon mummy or something nothing happened. Nothing. Pietro looked so especially defeated by this I felt bad for him. I reminded him it was difficult to channel the emotions I needed to use my powers (or whatever,) but it seemed to make little difference. Pietro found the resources to make the fire himself and insisted that I get to rest and he would stay watch.

    I naturally began to object claiming I had several hours of sleep the night before and he looked down right exhausted, but he shot me down immediately.

    It took a while, but after nestling down in a patch of grass I felt myself fall into sleep.

    Breathe. That was my only conscious thought for a long time. I lay motionless, unable to breathe, to move, to see. It was as if I was trapped in some kind of tomb, buried alive. I blinked, making sure I was still here, physically that is. I tried to move my hands, to feel around my surroundings, but I couldn't. Something kept me from making the slightest bit of movement.

    Noise. Voices. Distant, but there. They were growing closer, until they were just outside what seemed to be my barrier.

    "You haven't found her?" A voice hissed. "The girl,"

    "No," a second voice replied. This one sounded more familiar, but I couldn't pin a name to it. "It was like she disappeared... into thin air."

    "Are you proposing that a 12 year old girl is capable of escaping all the defenses put up by my men?" The voice jeered. "Because if so August, do explain."

    "Not by herself that is..." the second voice, August, started. "Not unless she had help."

    "Help?" The voice laughed coldly, filling the air with an icy feeling. "No one would dare go against my orders."

    Someone cleared their throat, a different voice. Someone else had entered the room. "Sir, the twins... their gone."