The train was full speed ahead when we arrived. The blue light we saw back at base still dragging it through the street. As the train swings back and forth between buildings I'm reminded of a cat playing with a dead mouse. The moment our jet touched ground, Nat's giving orders.
"Clint, you and me will get the people out of the way. Wanda, you and your brother stop the train. Got it? Pietro, we're relying on you to get the civilians off of that train. Use the earpieces, talk to each other. That's why we have them." She speaks quickly and clearly, looking us directly in the eyes. I felt electric. It'd been so long since the last time I ran, really ran.
Door swings open, and I vanish. I can feel everything, can hear everything; it's like I'm never truly alive until I'm running. I forgot how good this feels. I'm faster now, too. After Sokovia, I mean. I can outrun bullets easily, and I can go for longer too. I don't know what happened, but some benevolent power made me stronger.
Okay, this is weird. There's no one on the train. It's completely deserted. Even weirder, when I check the area around the train, again there isn't a person in sight. They're all safely on the sides. Either civilians suddenly got really smart, or someone is helping us.
Slowing down so I'm keeping up with the train, I call Wanda on the earpiece.
"No one on the train, you're good to go."
"No one? What about-" I
"I checked around it, you're fine."
"Are you sure? How is there nobody?" I roll my eyes at her hesitation.
"I don't know, ask the civilians if it means that much to you. I mean, you might want to stop this train first, if you want to. No rush, it's only destroying a city."
"Shut up, Road Runner." I frown at the nickname, and almost reply when Wanda hangs up. I've told her I don't understand it, but she keeps calling me that. Apparently it's a bird that runs fast? Nat educated her on American culture while I was gone.
I catch my breath a good distance from the train, purposely avoiding where Wanda's going to be aiming her attack. I'm a long way from being dangerously low energy, but I'll probably need to sprint again soon.
When she does hit the train, it's spectacular. Red and blue against each other, the back and forth motion makes it look like a dance. As the train somersaults through the air, I look for Nat and Clint. If all the civilians are clear, they should be by the jet.
I catch a glimpse of fiery hair and start to make my way over when something else catches my eye. It's the train, plummeting towards the ground. More importantly, it's the guy standing, frozen, directly underneath it. Who is not moving, not even trying to get out of the way.
In a flash, I'm under the train, grabbing Mr Death Wish and hauling him out of the way. Before I can let him go, fate intervenes. In other words I oh so gracefully trip over a lump of rubble and both of us are on the ground. Lucky for me, he's on the bottom and broke my fall. The stranger groans,
I push myself up enough so I'm not crushing him, and look at the maniac who hangs out by runaway trains. The moment our eyes meet, suddenly I'm the frozen one.
He's beautiful. The first thing I notice is the freckles. Scattered across his face, all along the slightly pointy nose, and I've never seen anything more adorable. His green eyes sparkling like I only ever read they could. The way his lips are parted makes me wonder how they taste. This wonderful stranger; I want to know everything about him, and I want to tell him everything about me.
I finally find my breath, and then lose it all over again. He is absolutely gorgeous.
"Are you okay?" I ask. Probably not, idiot, he's being crushed by a random stranger.
"Y-yeah, I'm good." Freckles replies. "Not smushed by a train so yeah, I'm doing great. Thanks for that, by the way." He's funny too? That's just not fair, I think while laughing. I can't even remember what day of the week it is.
I pull him to his feet, but can't bring myself to let go of his hand. For a moment we just smile at each other, but suddenly I can't keep thinking of him as Freckles.
"What is your name?" I'm painfully aware of how bad my English is.
"Uh, Barry. Barry Allen." Hello, my American dream. "Yours?" Oh god I've been so rude.
"Pietro Maximoff." I hurry to reply. Those emerald eyes light up as he cocks his head, smirking a little.
"Pietro." He repeats. Speak again, bright angel. More smiles and eye contact and freckles. "Hey, how did you do that? That train was about to kill me."
How did I do that? I'm a genetic experiment-turned freak, that's how. Of course, I don't say that. I don't tell him how or why I'm like this, because he's the only normal person I've ever known. He doesn't look at me like I'm some animal at a zoo, and he doesn't look at me like a freak. No way in hell am I changing that.
I try desperately to come up with an excuse, but all that comes out is "Uhh..." For the first time in my life I'm grateful when Wanda starts yelling at me.
"Pietro, stop making friends with the locals. We have to go."
"Give me ten seconds, will you?"
"Ten, nine, eight..."
"I hate you."
"I don't care. I will leave you here, don't think I won't. Nat says two minutes."
As much as I hate it, I do have to go. Nat's not kidding, she will leave.
"I have to go, Barry I am so sorry." Why am I apologizing? I don't even know this guy. Besides, he doesn't even, I mean, he's probably thinking-
"Wait!" Barry calls. Turning back, I grin and the look on his face. Like a lost puppy. I know then that I don't care if we just met. I'm going to see him again, and I'm going to know him. That may sound creepy as hell, but it's the truth.
"We will see each other again. I know it." Okay wow, that sounded extra super creepy. Nice one, Pietro.
"Oh yeah? Well, in that case, till next time, Pietro Maximoff." Barry's eyes light up at my promise, making me even more sure I'm doing the right thing. God he's adorable.
"I am looking forward to it, Barry Allen." Not wanting to spoil the moment, I zip away back to the jet.
I don't even notice how hard I'm blushing until Clint points out that my face is burning.
"Don't worry though kid, the red goes nice with your blue."
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Red meets Blue
عشوائيBarry Allen always thought he was the fastest man alive, the only one who could do what he could do. So did Pietro Maximoff. The Avengers are stunned at the news of more superheroes, and welcome Barry to the team. Competition soon sparks between the...
