You were at Pietro's house, simply because you wanted to see your Quicksilver. You liked that word: your and the word that followed it: Quicksilver. He got up and ran out of the house to pick up lunch. As he came back with so much food from mcdonalds you realized he stole the food and that he shouldn't steal anymore. He saw the look in your eyes, something was bothering you. "what's wrong Y/N?" "peter, I don't think you should steal anything anymore babe, bc one time you are bound to get caught.". "But I never get caught." "you can't use your powers to get out of everything. I don't use mine to do anything like your doing." "At least I didn't kill people." he said sending you over the edge bc of your past. "I'm leaving. don't ever talk to me ever again." and you walked out the door and back to your house. You wouldn't cry. Not here not now.
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pietro/peter maximoff aka quicksilver imagines
FanfictionPreferences for a speedster.