just some marvel imagines

track star - pietro maximoff

[ this is an imagine for a winner of my MCU/X-Men challenge on the Avengers Amino,《•𝕃𝕆𝕂𝕀 𝕆𝔻𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕆ℕ•》]

Your [E/C] eyes stared down the brick colored track. Breathing in through the nose, out through the mouth. A few strands of hair fell on your shoulder and you brushed them back. The noises around you became muffled and you closed your eyes.

"On your marks," the loudspeaker crackled. "Get set..." And the pistol shot.

Without even thinking, you took off. Feeting pounding on the pavement and arms pumping. You looked to your left, no one. To your right, another girl was racing beside you. She shot a glare at you, and you returned it. You took a deep breath, in through the nose, out through the mouth, and your strides lengthened, pulling in front of the girl.

After you crossed the line, you kept on jogging for a few yards to slow down. You bent over to catch your breath, and your track coach slapped you on the back, and you stood.

"Another good 100, [Y/N]," she smiled, and wrote something on her clipboard. "Get rested for your 400."

"Thanks," you nodded, and chugged the bottle of water an assistant handed to you.

Then your mom and dad and you walked out of the track. You were in New York for a track tournament. You've been doing track for 7 years, and you love it. Lately, your coach has beem preparing you for the Olympics,  at 15 years old.

The entire way to the trailer, your parents were whispering to each other, but you couldn't hear them. It wasn't until you got to the trailer when they finally spoke to you.

"Great job, sweetie," your dad chirped, squeezing your shoulder, which was covered in dried sweat.

"Almost as fast as Quicksilver," your mom chimed in, opening the trailer door.

You flinched at the name. Quicksilver was your idol. He's fast, he's strong, and he's kinda hot too. But you haven't told anyone that last part. When you were compared to him, you always went off into space for a few seconds.

"Hey, [Y/N]," your mom waved a hand in front of your face. "[Y/BFF/N] is here."

"Oh, okay, tell her to come to the trailer," you sighed, taking another sip of water before stepping into the trailer.

You wiped yourself down with a damp towel to get rid of all the sweat that dried. The door opened and you flopped on the couch.

"[Y/N]!" your friend cheered, flopping on the couch opposite of you. "I watched your 100, good work!"

"Thank you," you sighed. "My 400 is in, like," you checked your phone, "an hour."

"Girl, once you get in the Olympics," you friend chuckled to yourself. "I'm your manager."

You smiled and nodded, closing your eyes. Before you even realized it, you fell asleep, and your best friend was waking you up.

"WAKE UP, [Y/N]," she shouted. "GET WARMED UP BECAUSE THE RACE IS IN 10 MINUTES."

You instantly jumped up and jogged out the window. Not sprinting, though, because you can't waste your energy just yet. Your parents and coach were already at the track, and your friend was trailing behind you, out of breath.

The loud speaker called the girls 400 meters to start getting in the line up, so you followed suit. There was a lane open inbetween you and the fence, which confused you. Usually all the racers were present in a big tournament like you.

"On your marks," the speaker crackled, after a few moments. "get set..."

There was a small gust of wind in the empty lane, and you were thrown off a bit from your breathing and getting in the zone. You looked over and you almost didn't hear the pistol, that had just popped.

Your brain flicked on and your feet began racing around the track, but a blue streak seemed to be much faster than you, and got to the finish 100 times quicker. After a minute or two, you crossed the line, and just stopped; not jogging past like usual.

"Good race," a accented voice said behind you. "you're pretty fast."

"Well, not compared to- ohmygod," you cut yourself off. "y-you're Pietro Maximoff..."

He brushed back his bleach blonde hair. "Oh, yeah," he chuckled. "that."

"'Oh, yeah, that'," you mimicked. "YOU'RE AN AVENGER, THE FASTEST PERSON ALIVE."

"Eh," Pietro shrugged. "never truly sunk in, or I never really thought about it."

You glanced behind him, and your family and friend were making sappy faces and taking dozens of pictures as you talked with your idol.

"W-why are you here?" you cleared your throat and tried not to be as fangirly.

"I got a call," he smirked and pointed his thumb behind him. "couldn't say no."

You smiled, and ended up hanging out with Pietro, and Wanda a little, for the rest of the day.

[ this turned out to be way longer than i expected, wow. ]