The winter season meant shorter days and longer nights, the dark casts a luminescent contrast to the dark atmosphere atop local skyscrapers.
Pacing the rooftop deep in thought a distant white blast zoomed past traffic blocked roads indicating a most anticipated appearance of Quicksilver.
Inhaling the polluted air you tightening an experienced fist round a two hundred Ka taser, with current strength equal to a bolt of lightning.
Rubber soles and trained combat skills are your means of protection in the circumstance he is uncooperative. A rush of powerful winds force your steps astern as Quicksilver looms in the engulfing shadows.
A navy blue full body suit adjusts tight to his skin, a jagged bolt of lightning highlighted across his chest. You clench your jaw, unable to release your weaponised grip baring white knuckles.
"For a civilian you seem awfully defensive, is there something I should know?" His vocal chords vibrate lowly, disguising his voice in a menacing tone.
If your movements are swift and unexpected than his speed is no comparison. Preparing yourself, you swing the taser up front forefinger ready at the trigger focused on his broad chest.
In a second he passes ten metres by your weapon and stands two heads taller than your minuscule frame, hand over yours pulling your fingers back to breaking point.
Instinctively you press the trigger. His body flails at the surge of electricity, suspending movement as his muscles spasm and twitch. You felt the anger ignite inside him, eyes averting to your supple lips as limbs convulse in all directions.
His options were slim and his next act perplexed you vastly, success tantalising your emotions as an addiction.
Quicksilver grimaced, capturing your lips in a kiss zapping the taser current surging through the sudden contact, contracting and expanding your muscles with great force.
The kiss lasted a while, both anger and pleasure contradicted your thoughts no longer pressing the trigger it tasered still.
An unknown force attacked your chest, as an overcoming weightless sensation knocked you airborne as free falling jerked your legs, rolling to the buildings edge overlooking Urban living.
Your insides burned of a furious sensation, fire singeing your grey hoodie and blue jeans. Padding the heat dry Quicksilver stood bewildered, confusion etched his facial features as his eyes swell with vulnerability.
His gaze trails the burn holes in your clothes, "(Y/N)?" His voice is clear, no disorientation disrupting his familiar speech.
Frowning, your narrow eyes distinguish his secret identity.
"Pietro? Pietro Maximoff?" You say, frustration replaced the usual emotion felt when you first met.
"What did you do?" His voice cracked, confidence forgotten as he trembles like a lost, frightened child exposed to the elements.
Striding toward you, his speed falters to human pace. Mid walk Pietro stops, examining his lack of power, "Run toward me." He whispered fearing loss of his defying ability. You responded, "Why should I-"
"Run to me!" He snaps displaying an unattractive vein in his thin neck. Refusal was an obvious action, nevertheless you realise your standard running speed increased significantly in one step. The wind slicing your face and the world a short buzzing blur knocking you to an abrupt halt.
Your hoodie burned a second time as you failed your arms in attempt to remove the tarnished clothing. "What the hell?!" You yelled.
"I'm slow!" Pietro said with a tone of disappointment.
"I'm fast!" You beamed, defeating the mighty Quicksilver.
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