Persuasion »Quicksilver

Between Dreams and Reality

Laying on my bed, i consider everything. Take a breath.
I ignore the fact that tony is gone, my family is Hydra royalty, i have weird abilities, Steves non dead previously dead bff is alive and everything is toatally beyond crazy right now. I press my palms into my eyes, groaning. Why couldnt i be normal?

"Because you are destined for greater purpose ."

I lurch up. My room is in darkness, the depths of it an inky black. That voice- It was familiar,perhaps just my brain running on lack of sleep...The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as an icy shiver runs down my spine. Shaking my head profusely, i move my legs to the edge of my bed. Even if i did imagine it, i dont fancy being alone anymore

"Finally i have your undivided attention."

In a second i am standing, ready to fight. Hands raised, My palms glow white, pale wisps already emerging. I recognize the voice now. It is the one from my 'dream' a few weeks ago...

"I had hoped you would have considered my opportunity more, but you have barely thought about me."

"Who are you?" i call out defiantly, not releasing my guard.

The voice only laughs. A creul hollow laugh, cutting to my core and echoing round my head. I frown, desperately willing my legs to not turn to jelly.

"How does it feel to be on the receiving end of the puppeteers string?"

"What do you want?"

 I cringe at the tell tale crack in my voice. Im scared. I would be a fool not to be.

"Itentertains me to watch your pityful life. So emotional- So human. The time will come for you to move on to greater things-"

"I have enough father figures in my life thanks , i dont need your opinions too."

A white hot pain pierces my skull, pushing me to my knees. Im barely aware of the screams erupting from me, i can feel my conscious drifting and I can barely think.

"This as a taster of what is to come! As long as you are connected to the Mind Stone, i will always-"

Suddenly the door to my room is throw open, golden light streaming in like the sun rising from the night. A blue light surronds me as i am pulled into a pair of strong arms. My eyes find Pietros face as darkness consumes my sight.

***

I am 4 years old. Sitting on a plush couch in my living room, my eyes glued onto the tv. Channels flick past aimlessly as my older brother dominates the remote. Knitting my tiny eyebrows together, i glare at him.

"Harry! Mama told you not to do that, you know how angry it makes Dave." My voice is a high pitch whine, jabbing my finger at my brother.

"I dont care." Harry growls, continuing to press the buttons.

 I lean over trying to snatch the remote away. My brothers anger suprizes and scares me, but i know he would never hurt me. My mothers latest boyfriend, Dave, was not beyond the idea of hurting me or my brother however.

"Please, harry, please..."

The door is flung open, a shadow passing over me. My brother stops pressing for a second, before continuing. His actions harder and more aggressive. In a perfect second, nobody moves. It is the battle of the two dominating egos: my brother and Dave. hen my tranquility crashes. In a blink, my brother is held by the collar against the wall.

"Do you think your funny? You're nothing! A waste of space!"

My brother cries in pain and i desperately try to drag them away from each other. But I am carelessly pushed back.Sliding to the floor, i feel cold tears run down my cheeks.

My eyes widen when i notice my palms. I drag them on the sofa, on my jeans, trying to stop the light. Its useless. The bright tendrils of light simply grow brighter. Uncontrollably they pulse and burst out of me, my vision turns white. In the background i hear screams and thuds. When i open my eyes, my Dave is gone. Harry, my brother, is sat against the wall hugging his knees to his chest surronded by broken glass. Blood trickles from his mouth, mixing with his sweat and tears. He is shaking.

When he looks at me his eyes are jet black. 

***

Feeling my shoulders being shaken, i am lurched into reality. 

"Kat, are you awake?"

Slowly I open my eyes. Blinking, I become accustomed to the bright daylight. I realise I am in a room much like my own layout, but it looks less used. There are a couple of open suitcases on a table, no personal items except for a small photo of what looks like a family of four.I squint to try and see better, but it is too far away.

"Love?"

Tilting my head to the side, I meet the eyes of Pietro Maximoff. I smile weakly at him. Instantly I feel safer now he is by my side. A dull headache is all that is left to remind me of the previous nights escapades. I touch my temple lightly and they throb in response.There is a knock at the door. Wandas  voice speaks out from outside.

"Piet? Are you ready to go for training?"

That's when I realise I'm in Pietro Maximoffs bedroom. On his bed. My sharp intake of breath, draws Pietro's attention back to me. I scramble to get up, only making myself more tangled in his silky sheets. Pietro appears in front of me, releasing me from my self made trap.

"Kat, it's not what you think-"

"Pietro are you coming?" Wanda knocks again.

I stand up finally, dragging a hand through my hair.

"later," I whisper, placing my hand on his arm reassuringly. I wish I could stay longer with him, just us, but the world waits for no man (or woman.) "I need to get out unnoticed, if the others get wind of this they won't let it go." 

"I will go with Wanda, you can leave when we are gone."

"Promise you'll meet me later, I can't remember what happened after I blacked out."

"I promise."

Leaning forward he gently presses his lips to my forehead. His touch leaves me with goosebumps, but quickly it is over. I am lifted off my feet, instantly moved into his bathroom. With one final backwards glance, he is at the main rooms door.

"Good morning to you too. " Pietro says, greeting Wanda.

The conversation is muffled, and I can vaguely hear Wanda asking him why he took so long before they move away. Making my way to the door, I count to 10 in my head before sticking my head out the door to check the corridor is empty. It is and I slip out, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Kat? What are you doing?"

***