Persuasion »Quicksilver

At Last

Taking advantage of my burning rage, I attack the training dummy as fiercely as my exhausted body can manage.

Left. Block. What will the team think of me? Right. Left. Right. Why did I let him get to me?Back. Restart. Pietro. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Left-

I stop. A salty taste appears in my mouth, and I reach my hand to my cheek and feel the wet tear track. I slump to the gym floor, panting heavily, nothing but a dull buzz on my mind. Pushing loose hairs, that have escaped my ponytail from my face, I catch a glimpse of my bleeding red knuckles. Nothing a bandage can't fix- but the sight unnerves me. Never before have I lost myself to the point of injury.

"That's a lie and you know it" I sigh, talking to myself as I gingerly touch my knuckles. I wince slightly, closing my eyes-

"Not good enough."

Tears escape my eyes before I can stop them, thick and fast. My fathers hand slaps my face, stinging like the  bite of the cold. My breath falters in shock, hand  feeling my cheek. Glaring at my weakness in disgust, he raises to strike again.

"Stop!" My mother screams, moving herself between us. Her eyes are desperate but fire sparks behind them. "She is trying-"

She is forcefully pushed away, hitting a laboratory table with an echoing crash. The monster, my Papa, disregards her crumpled form. Beady eyes fixed greedy at my glowing palms.

"That's better! More!"

Anger bubbles inside me, flowing uncontrollably through my veins. My hands are searing white now, burning my skin. I hear someone scream and realize the sound is coming from my mouth.The glow of my powers is too strong for my tiny toddler frame. Black spots tinge my vision, dancing and taunting me. Before I pass out, I see a man with ragged brown hair and a odd metal mask covering his mouth approach me. I know this man...

Gasping for air, I shoot up. Blood rushes to my head, leaving me blind for a moment. I press my palms into my eye sockets, Collecting my thoughts. Once my view is cleared I start to get up from the floor. I must have passed out, but my brain hurts from my dream- memory? Maybe I should see a dream analyst. Or maybe there's something more to my mind bending powers? Is it possible to manipulate myself? To remember the past? Shaking my hair loose, I drag a hand through my knotted locks. I'm a mess. The team needs me more than ever and all I'm doing is moping around beating myself up. I could be kicking enemy butt! 

Making a mental note to find some enemy butt to kick, I pick up my belongings and head to the gym exit. Quickly typing my pin into the door code, I slide my phone from my bag, the screen flashing up immediately. 28 new messages- 28?

Groaning I skip through apologies and questions and requests to see people from the team. 7 from Steve and Tony each, Several from Sam and Natasha, 4 from Wanda and 1 from- My breath catches.

I can feel my pulse quicken, hear my blood pound through my veins. This can't be possible. I don't believe it. I don't realise I'm running, until I hurtle through the hospital wards doors- Doors I have passed through for weeks, draining of hope. Ignoring shouting nurses, I crash blindly towards my only goal. Then I am there.

My hand wraps around the door handle, flinging open the door. I barely notice Wanda holding his pale hand. He is looking at me and I am looking at him, the moment I have dreamed, wished, wanted desperately. His silver hair is wildly messy, his bright blue eyes glowing electrically, as he shifts to stand. I step hesitantly towards his hospital bed.

 Then suddenly he is front of me. His strong arms place cautiously on my waist, as if he was afraid I would vanish before him. He is so close to me I can feel his heart beating faster and faster, when I thought it would never beat again. Pietro's lips are on mine- breathing me in like oxygen, desperate, longing. It's just me and him, everything and nothing like I imagined. All the guilt, the pain, the emptiness falls away like cobwebs swept from a window. Now there is nothing but golden light, cascading around us. In that moment, nothing else seems to matter.

Pietro Maximoff is awake. 

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