Control (Avengers Fan Fiction)

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Someone brushed their fingers through his hair. Almost instantly, he could recognize her soft and shallow breathing.

"Princessa—,"

"Stop talking." Her voice was a quiet whisper. "I need to listen."

"To what?" He turned his head to the side. He tried to bring his hand up to rub his eyes but his hand felt too heavy.

"Your heartbeat. They sedated you. There's so much in you that Stark's surprised you haven't slipped into a coma." Scarlett's gaze searched his face as his eyes began to close. She lifted her head and looked over to Tony, who sat with Rhodey across the room. They were working on finding out exactly what had been put into the Quicksilver.

"Looks like they made a nasty cocktail of different sedatives and some tranquilizers." Tony shook his head. "We'd have to run tests when we get him to the Tower."

"How isn't he dead yet?" Rhodey furrowed his brows together.

"His metabolism works too quick." Scarlett answered. Her fingertips feathered across his forehead, pushing messy silver strands away from his damp skin. He was starting to fall asleep again. "That's why they gave him so much."

Worry and panic steadily coursed through her veins. Though she could feel and hear him breathing, she didn't like how shallow and unsteady it was. She was scared he'd slip away without her noticing.

The sound of something moving through the sky outside of the cabin caught her attention. She lifted her head up and looked to the stairs of the basement. She carefully moved her hand from Pietro's chest and reached for the gun in its holster on her thigh.

"What is it?" Rhodey asked her.

"Someone's here."

"It's one of ours." Tony told her. She had stiffened up and her eyes darkened. She was ready to fight. "Your mom, Wanda, and Steve are on it. It's okay."

Scarlett put her gun away and put her hand back on Pietro's chest. Her thumb traced small circles into the material of his shirt. They only had a few minutes before Scarlett knew she had to move. The sound of running feet made her sigh. She carefully slipped out from underneath Pietro's upper body. She had been cradling him in her lap.

As Wanda was making her way down the stairs and across the room, Scarlett stepped back. She watched briefly as Wanda fell to her knees by her brother.

Something moved out of the corner of her eye. Natasha stood at the bottom of the stairs, observing her daughter. Scarlett crossed the room, heading for the stairs.

"This isn't going to happen again." She assured Natasha under her breath as she passed the redhead. Though she was still angry at Natasha for calling her a psychopath, she didn't have the time to act on the anger. She was too worried about Pietro.

"Where are you going?" Natasha followed her up the stairs.

"I stole a truck. It's parked a good four mile hike south of here."

"What are you doing with it?"

"I'm going to drive it through the first HYDRA facility I come across."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No." Scarlett swiftly moved past Steve, who was on the phone with someone in the living room.

"Scarlett, you're going to start a war between us and HYDRA." Natasha said. Scarlett came to a sudden stop. Her fingers curled into tight fists by her sides. She turned around to face the Widow.

"This is between me and them, and only me and them."

"I want to help you, Scarlett."

"Then make sure he makes it back to the Tower and stays there until I get back."