my mistake (hawksilver)

what sound does a window make?

the avengers. the team my sister joined, the team my sister later left. working with Captain America. maybe we still hold a grudge against tony stark. Can you blame us? I guess not. 

the avengers are really just a brut force. supposedly a family. I guess I don't see it. not even half came to Clint's funeral. a bunch of children choosing to run away. 

Tony Stark. dressed in a suit, bags hanging under his eyes, he always looks the same to me. like a very arrogant man. when he walks inside he smiles. 

"speedster" he greets bitterly. he sits down on the couch, arms folded neatly, a few moments later a young boy walks in. dressed in a tight red suit. I bite back a laugh.
"oh no...hello, Mr. red suit" my voice cracks a few times as I laugh at the awkward boy. 
he offers out his hand.
"your Quicksilver! you run fast!" he says sounding far too excited.
"Peter,  His name is Pietro Maximoff and we are here on a manhunt, so calm down"Tony stark voice cuts through any joy that may have been in the room. 

that's right. we are hunting down a 16-year-old boy.  a 16-year-old terrorist, capable of burning us to ashes with his hand. some stupid hydra working 16-year-old boy, all alone with no parents, no family.  his powered up. 

"speedster lets talk, what do we know about..." he trails off opening his phone, already forgetting the boy's name. 
"Jacob...Jakey, what do we know?" he has a way of always coming across blunt. 

the peter kid is looking at me expectantly. waiting for me to reveal everything.
"you work with him or something?" Tony asks turning his head to face me already looking like he doesn't trust me. 

"of course not! his hydra. burn on the left side of his face, his alone, he's running" my voice comes out slightly angry. so I'm angry at the idiot can you really tell Me off for that. 

time here goes fast for even me, next thing I know we are outside, splitting up...mostly, an annoying, overly happy spider is now on my back. not literally. he's swinging from trees just above me, asking so many questions. 

"so...why are we looking for this guy? what's so bad about him? maybe he's scared?" he doesn't seem to take a breath with all the questions. 

"why? he's evil. he works for Hydra" words like this show I've almost forgotten I was the same. working with hydra, with Ultron....the safety it offered. 
"what's so bad about someone who has killed people? we can't even prove he's sorry about it!" but then again would he even know he killed them? can we even prove he did it? 
"course he's fucking scared, he's got to know he's...." 

"I'm not scared! and I don't work for hydra anymore.....sadly I did kill those people...." Jacob says, smiling, his legs hooked over a tree, his shirt falling over his face slightly, but he doesn't seem to mind. almost everything screams teenage boy, almost. the burn on his face? screams danger, the scars covering his torso like someone was trying to cut something out in the crudest way possible. the skin looking tight and harshly spread across his bones. 
Peter is now standing behind me. 
"what do we do now Pietro?" Peter's hand is now tightly holding my shoulder. 

"Yeah Pietro, what do we do now!" Jacob is smiling slightly too wide. he's slightly too relaxed. 
"Jacob, you are under arrest," I say stepping forward waiting for him to unhook his legs from the tree. 
"what? why!" his eyes go wide, like he's offended, or even shocked by what's happening.  somewhere along the lines, he forgot he was a criminal.  

Jacob pulls himself up onto the tree branch, his legs hanging off the edge swinging slightly. 
"let's make a deal" Jacob as a whole seemed to have shifted, holding himself differently, looking wearily over towards the tree line. 
"hmm?" Peter answer for me here, not that I mind. this means it's not on me when this fails. 
"answer my question right... I go with you quietly, wrong...you let me go" his breathing picks up slightly, the unforeseen panic always dancing in his eyes is now at the front of his character. 

"deal" Peter is still taking charge. he seems like he knows the answer to what this question will be.  
Jacob smiles and claps his hands. 
"what sound does a window make?" he looks behind himself before smiling at us again, tapping his fingers along the tree. 

Peter makes a somewhat unimpressed sound. we are both quite, both trying to find a way to mimic the sound. till a voice comes from behind us. 

"it opens, it makes an opening sound. Jacob lets go" the voice is low slightly angry having hints of problems. bad problems. I turn around slowly, my arms up in guard already. standing in front of me behind Peter is a tall figure, well built and a heavy red jumper hanging off square shoulders. 

Peter taps my shoulder gently and the red figure's shoulders drop. 
"I don't want to chase you damn it" his voice seems to bounce around us and I'm turning around I can't look at him. the tree is now empty, two hand prints burnt into the branch. 

"so, who are you" Peter is now standing in front of the man, his far too trusting nature is going to be that boys killer. 

"oh? me? me? me?" the man asks his body language shifting to one of a very energetic child. he seems to be holding his breath for a few moments. 
"I'm Matthew! Jacob's hotter brother" he says clapping his hands, and much to my surprise I laugh. 

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