Persuasion »Quicksilver

All my own Stunts

"Quinjet now!" Steve Rogers voice shouts over the comms in my ear.

I tilt my head at Pietro, who has just dropped me behind an airport crate. He cracks his neck to the side, a lopsided smirk playing on his lips. Flexing my hands, I feel the warm flicker of energy swirl between my fingers. Then I quickly press a kiss to Pietro's lips and dart around the crate.

Sprinting forwards, Steve, Wanda and Clint appear on my left; Pietro darts around in all directions, trailing blue.

"Cmon!" Steve yells, as we run down the runway, Bucky and Sam appearing on my right.

Bucky gives me a fleeting concerned look and I try to shrug, (which is harder than you would imagine while sprinting).

Just as I'm thinking about how odd we probably look, a fizzing gold stream of energy slices across the runway and I skid to a halt so close to the beam that I can feel it's heat on my skin. Pietros warm hand tugs me back gently, and I give him anquick smile before I turn my head again. A faint headache throbs dully in my temples as I look at Vision' the mind stone winking at my with its energy,

"Captain Rogers," Vision voice says emotionlessly, his dark cape drifting behind him. "I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now."

Suddenly Tony flies downs, Natasha jumping from him effortlessly. She bites her lip nervously. Peter Parker swings through on a web, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes as he waves at me.

"What do we do, Cap?" Sam mutters as Rhodes arrives beside Tony,  T'challa landing crouched and dangerous.

Predicting Steve's next words, I feel my hands tingle more as their glow widens.

"We fight."

The two teams stride towards each other with grim determination etched on their faces. I push down the voice in my head that's screaming at me too stop, as Pietro restrains himself to a walk his jaw tensed.

"This isn't going to end well, Steve." I barely whisper, but I know all our group has heard.

"They've given us no choice." Steve replies, beginning to run in response to Tony shooting up as his team sprints.

For a split second we all take a collective deep breath, as if frozen in time. Then The groups collide viciously, fists flying. Peter Parker suddenly swings at me and I swing my leg up to kick him back. He bounces back up shooting a web at my hand. It clings but melts quickly as I direct my power towards Peter. He helps and dodges a beam of light that erupts from my open palms. A shiver of power washes over me and I feel weightless.

"Are your eyes supposed to be white?" He screeches, swinging his arm at me which I pause in midair with a flick of a finger. Suddenly his arm darts to the left, dragging him with him into Natasha. Who yelps angrily and pushes him away, continuing to run.

"I can't control my arm!" Peter yells, confusion and curiosity in his voice. I jerk my hands in a circle and snort at the scene before me, Peter spins round on the spot. Flicking my hand down slowly, Peter drops down.

I turn around and the smile wipes off my face. Bucky and T'Challa have each other by the throat, growling.

"I didn't kill your father."

"Then why did you run?"

T'Challa pulls Bucky's hand off his neck, then spins him and kicks him backwards. He sprouts claws and aims for Bucky's neck, and I leap in cry of Bucky , startling him. I raise my glowing hands, and stare T'Challa down.