Quinn and the Avengers

Chapter Six

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"Shit!" He screamed, his windows open and letting everyone hear his pained grunts.
Peter immediately swung up and everyone else went into the house hurriedly, with Steve and Carol first up the stairs. Quinn was right behind them.
The door to the Maximoff twins' room was wide open, and Pietro was sitting on the ground, squeezing his bloody foot with a piece of shattered ceramic bowl in it. Peter was next to him looking unsure of what to do.
"What happened, Pietro?" Steve knelt beside him and examined the wound. It wasn't so deep that it would cause lasting damage, but it was definitely enough to stop him from walking for a month. Quinn gasped in the doorway. She hadn't expected that to happen. She'd only wanted him to get a tiny scratch and plenty of batter all over his feet. It was meant to be a harmless prank.
"I ran into bed, and now there's this fucking piece of something stuck in me! And I'm soaked!" He exclaimed harshly, gritting his teeth. Steve immediately looked back at Quinn angrily, but Pietro was a higher priority than punishing her.
"Quinn, go and get the first-aid kit and some towels, pronto." Tony said, pushing Quinn back towards the door. She hesitated, then ran down the stairs to collect it. She felt much more guilty than she'd anticipated, and now there was the added aspect of Steve knowing what had happened. What if he took her off the mission?
She returned quickly with the first-aid and towels, then watched as Bruce helped Steve remove the piece of bowl out of his foot. They wrapped Pietro's foot and gave him some pain meds, then Bruce drove him into town to see an actual doctor. That left Quinn, Tony and Steve to clean up the mess and organise Pietro's things.
"Q, could you grab a t-shirt or something to carry all this down in?" Tony asked, pointing at the suitcase on the floor. Quinn gulped and walked over to it, but Steve got there first.
"Why is all this wet?" He asked stiffly, looking at the girl.
"It got some water on it?" She tried. "It was probably an accident, whoever did it. Anyway, I should go." She made to leave the room but Tony shut the door and crossed his arms.
"I don't think so." He said. "You're gonna tell us exactly what's happened, right now. Sit down." Quinn looked at Pietro's bed and shook her head.
"No." She said quietly. "It's also wet."
"Hmm? What was that?" Tony leaned forward sarcastically and put a hand behind his ear. "Didn't quite catch that."
"It's wet too." Quinn mumbled, looking down.
"I don't care." Tony raised his voice. "Sit down and explain yourself." Quinn looked back at Steve, but he just raised his eyebrows and looked pointedly at the bed.
She gingerly sat on the edge and looked nervously up at them both. They seemed to have a silent communication going between them. "Well?" Steve prompted.
"It was meant to be a prank," Quinn said, "But I wasn't expecting him to get into bed that fast. He wouldn't have got it in his foot if he hadn't jumped in. I put it there so his feet would get brownie mix on them and maybe he would get scratched a bit."
"I'm sorry- what? You're telling me you put sharp bits of a ceramic down the bottom of someone's bed so they would get brownie mix on them? That's the weirdest shit I've heard all week." Tony said.
"The opportunity was right there. I wanted him to know that he'd been mean to me." Quinn reasoned.
"Yeah, not a good move. So, how did his things get soaked?" Steve said shortly.
"I poured water on them." She explained. She was surprised when Tony laughed, before Steve stopped him with a glare.
"What? That part of the prank would've been funny. Harmless. You should've stopped at that point, kid." Tony said. Steve nodded in acknowledgement.
"If you had, then you wouldn't be here right now. You have to start thinking about your actions more, Quinn." Steve scolded. Quinn sniffed and swiped her hands under her eyes. "Now, I'm giving you a choice: you can be taken off the mission, or you can get a spanking. It's up to you." He said.
Quinn didn't even think twice about her answer before she gave it. "The second one." She replied. "I mean- how bad is it going to be?" She added, looking a little more worried.
"Given the circumstances, it won't be the worst you've ever had. We both know that you didn't actually want to hurt Pietro, but you cost us one of the team for the mission." Cap said more gently. "Now, it's late and we're all tired, so you're going to bed and I'll wake you in the morning."
Quinn obediently stood and went to her own room, but she didn't go to sleep straight away. First off, she was guilty about Pietro, and second, she was dreading the next morning. But, eventually, she closed her eyes and went to sleep anyway.