Q: So, what story is this?
A: This is MARVEL TEAM UPS! A chapter fic consisting ENTIRELY of AWESOME TEAM-UPS between various MARVEL characters! It is also a PRESENT for I'vebeenLOKI'Dyetagain's sister, FrostedFangirl7413! The first 15 CHAPTERS are for Frosted's birthday, and they shall each be a team-up between an AVENGER and an X-MAN! The idea of which was borrowed from the "A+X" MARVEL comics!
Q: So, these are superhero team-ups?
A: Superheroes, supervillains, characters that don't quiet fit in either category, THEY'RE ALL TEAMING UP!
Q: Do I have to know anything about the characters and their arcs in the comics in order to enjoy this story?
A: NOT AT ALL! Just dive right in! SCREW CONTINUITY, this story is just about AWESOME CHARACTERS being AWESOME TOGETHER, written with the goal of portraying each character in a way that can be enjoyed whether you KNOW A LOT about the characters or DON'T KNOW ANYTHING AT ALL!
Q: Oh, okay. So, who is in this chapter, then?
A: This chapter we have QUICKSILVER (Pietro Maximoff), the teenage silver-haired speedster from "X-Men: Days of Future Past" teaming up with SHADOWCAT (Kitty Pryde), a teenage X-Man who can turn herself intangible at will! And this team-up is actually based on the MCU characters, rather than the COMIC!VERSE characters.
Q: But wait a moment! First of all, aren't the actor who plays Pietro and the actress who plays Kitty both actually 27 years old, not teenagers? And wasn't Pietro a a young guy 1970s, while Kitty was a young woman in the 2020s? So technically Pietro at that point would be an old man—
A: FORGET CONTINUITY! THIS IS AU! (Also because the Avengers are mentioned) STOP THINKING SO MUCH AND JUST ENJOY THE AWESOMENESS!
Quicksilver + Shadowcat
Kitty was taking a day off from being an X-Man.
Today, in all sense and purposes, she was just a regular teenage girl out for a day of shopping and hanging at the mall. She just needed to get away from the crazy for a day.
Instead of her black X-Man leathers, she was wearing skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that said: 'You Only Live Once', in gray lettering, and concluded, 'so dance' in red.
It was a nice day—sunshine, blue sky, and a few fluffy white clouds, no breeze—as she window-shopped around the outdoor mall.
Then suddenly there was a gust of wind, and a huge shadow fell across her.
[Mutant detected. Identification: Kitty Pryde. Proceed with extermination.]
"Seriously?!" Kitty said, instinctively phasing as the huge, purple Sentinel blasted at her with its laser-eyes. "I can't even go to the mall like a normal person without one of these things attacking me?! What is wrong with the government?! I thought they got rid of these things!"
She was completely unaffected by the laser blast in her intangible state, the atoms passing harmlessly through the gaps between her own, her brown hair not even ruffled. The clothing store behind her didn't fare half so well.
"All these things do is cause a bunch of property damage!" she griped, as the Sentinel tried to crush her with a huge, purple metal foot, only succeeding in putting a crater in the bricks that made up the path.
Phasing inside the Sentinel, Kitty traveled upwards through the circuitry as if she were running up a flight of stairs, causing the electronics in the robot to short-circuit and spark around her, fast and bright like firecrackers.
"There," she said, phasing out of the sentinel as it crashed to the ground in a pile of lifeless metal. "Now, maybe I can still salvage my day out—"
[Two mutants identified.]
Before she could even turn around to see the Sentinel that had appeared behind her, much less turn intangible—Fwoosh!—she was suddenly several yards away, on the roof of a building, with a teenage guy standing next to her.
He was a whole six inches taller than her, lean, with pale skin and dark, dark brown eyes behind a pair of goggles, and silver hair that transitioned from nearly black near his scalp to nearly white at the ends. He was dressed in black jeans and a black Pink Floyd shirt, with a shiny silver jacket and silver running shoes with bright blue laces.
"You really should pay more attention," he was saying, speaking quickly, "These Sentinel things almost always travel in packs, you know."
"Who—" Kitty started, but the teenage boy was gone in a silver and black blur.
The blur sped around and around the Sentinel's feet, its legs, its arms and torso, and the boy had apparently got hold of a lot of rope somewhere, as the Sentinel was completely tied up, unable to move. Its knees buckled, and it fell forward face-first into the ground, shattering its faceplate.
"My name's Pietro Maximoff," he said, suddenly beside her. He smiled, large and without showing any teeth. "I run very fast. You are?"
Kitty blinked her hazel eyes. "Kitty Pryde," she answered, somewhat bewildered. "How come—"
"You think that's all of them?" Pietro asked, and then he was gone, appearing hardly a moment later as a silhouette on top of the clock tower, and then he was next to her again, saying, "Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitthere'slikeawholehoardofthemcomingou'dthinktheywouldn'tneedthatmanyagainsttwomutantswhatthehell."
If Kitty had thought Pietro was talking fast earlier, it was nothing compared to the speed of his speech now, all his words running together like he couldn't get them out fast enough to keep up with his brain.
"AndImeanI'mnotsurehowmuchIcandoagainsthugemetalrobotsalthoughIsupposeIcouldtrytoblowthemupwithmykineticvibrationsbutI'venevertrieditonanythingsolargebeforeandthere' 'syourpowerpleasetellmeit'ssomethingawesomeandbadasssorryIwaslatetothepartyhowdidyoudefeatthefirstSentinel?"
"Um," she said, her mind taking a moment to try to parse through what he'd just said. "I can turn intangible, and when I phase through electronics they short-circuit." She looked to where he had gestured, drawing a sharp breath as she saw the dozen or so Sentinels flying towards them. "Oh, that is complete overkill. The time it would take me to phase through that many..."
Pietro couldn't stop moving. Even when he was standing 'still' his entire body was vibrating minutely, like a proton that was being repelled by the magnetic force but held tight by the strong force and really wanted nothing more than to shoot away from the nucleus.
"Canyouphaseotherpeople?" he asked, his agitation continuing to make him speak at a rate that was nearly impossible to decipher.
In the moment it took Kitty to understand what he asked and to answer, it felt like hours to him. He was always waiting for the world to catch up.
"Yes," Kitty said, "If I concentrate, and if we keep contact." She placed a hand on his vibrating shoulder, saying, "Watch," as the Sentinels arrived, blasting them with red lasers from their glowing synthetic eyes.
The lasers passed straight through their bodies harmlessly, not even felt, as the building they were standing on exploded beneath them, but they stayed standing right where they were, hovering in air.
"Thatissocool," Pietro said, dark brown eyes wide. "HangonKittyandkeepconcentratingonkeepingusintangiblewetotallygotthis."
And then Kitty found herself being swept up in Pietro's arms, bridal-style, and she could hardly register the world whizzing by her.
Pietro, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Not only was he running, he was running on air, and through the metal bodies of those stupid Sentinels, and he smiled as he watched each spark that erupted from the mechanics he was short-circuiting, each one like a tiny firefly drifting languidly in slow-motion. There were mazes of turning gears and tangles of black and red wires, and he followed them to the centers of the Sentinels, wrapping Kitty with one arm so he could reach out with the other and tear the mainboard out, which he would then wrap Kitty's arms around, before sweeping her up under the knees again and moving—running—flying—to the next Sentinel.
All of this felt like only a couple seconds to Kitty, a purple and white blur, and abruptly she found herself standing on yet another roof, watching as the Sentinels spontaneously crumpled, her arms full of mainboards that were still sparking at the ends of the connected pieces of wire.
"W—" she started.
"Thatwassototallyawesome!" Pietro was saying from right next to her, his hand still on her shoulder. "Let' !HeyKittycanIbeyourpersonalrunningchauffeur?"
"Can you speak slower?" she asked, brow furrowing. "It's so hard to keep up with what you're saying."
Pietro heaved the fastest exasperated sigh she had ever heard. "SorryIcanspeak slower, but I have to really concentrate on it sometimes. I was asking if I could be your personal running chauffeur? I'll carry you everywhere. Because running while intangible is awesome."
This time when he grinned, he showed straight white teeth, and the expression lit up his face.
"Um," Kitty said awkwardly. "I think I'll pass on that. But uh, what's with these?" she asked, indicating the mainboards in her arms.
"Oh, those," Pietro said. He waved a hand vaguely at the pile of ruined Sentinels in the middle of the mall courtyard. "Those are from inside the Sentinels, I kind of figured out how to turn my hand tangible and rip them out—I'm a quick learner like that—and I thought maybe they'd give a clue to where the robots came from, seeing as that the government supposedly put a stop to the Sentinel program. Not that I'm any good with the whole hacking thing. It takes too long. Computers are so slow."
Kitty tilted her head as she regarded him. "Why aren't you an X-Man?" she inquired.
Sirens were wailing, red and blue lights flashing from black and white cars on the streets.
"Let's go talk somewhere else," Pietro suggested, and, not waiting for an answer, picked Kitty up again and sped off.
When the world stopped streaking past, they were in a park on the other side of town.
Pietro was drinking from a water fountain beside her.
"Wha—" she managed.
"I was thirsty," Peter explained, straightening and wiping the water from his lips with the back of a hand. "All that running."
Kitty just blinked at him. "I don't think I'm going to get used to this," she remarked wryly.
Pietro laughed. "None do," he said, smirking. "Except maybe my sisters. They're real troopers. As for why I'm not part of the X-Men—Charles actually asked me to join a while ago, but I said no. No offense or anything, but you guys get a bad rap, and there's no way I'm becoming a part of the whole 'mutants versus humans' and 'mutants versus mutants' thing because it's stupid and I would never get my either of my sisters exposed to that hatred in any way whatsoever."
There was fierce protectiveness wound taught through Pietro's figure and evident in ever line of his face.
Kitty's expression softened. "I don't have any siblings," she admitted after a moment. "Just my parents, who don't know I'm a mutant and part of the X-Men. They just think I'm attending a special school because of my above-average intellect." She shrugged, smiling somewhat bashfully. "Speaking of which, I'm pretty good with the whole hacking thing, if we want to find out what's up with these Sentinels," she tilted her chin down to indicate the electronics she still held in her arms. "I just need access to a good computer. Do you think you could—?"
Pietro spread his arms like he was presenting himself. "Anything. Anywhere." He smiled smugly. "I've even broken in and out of the Pentagon."
Raising her eyebrows, Kitty said, "Well, I don't think this will be quite that difficult."
As it turned out, it wasn't difficult at all.
"This is so boring," Pietro complained, as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching Kitty type on one of the computers, having plugged in one of the Sentinel mainboards. He'd moved his goggles to the top of his head. Strands of silver hair drifted around his face even though there was no wind in the library, the only sign that he kept running off somewhere and then coming back to the exact same position.
"Hush," she berated him, not taking her hazel eyes off the screen. "This is a library."
"Yeah, and nobody is carrying much money with them," Pietro said, flipping through a wallet in his hands. A moment later he was flipping through a completely different wallet.
"No stealing," Kitty said severely, turning her head to pin him with her hazel gaze for a second, before turning back to the screen, fingers click-clacking away on the keys.
"I'm not," Pietro told her apathetically. "I'm putting them back in their owner's pockets. Just not necessarily the same pocket."
Kitty sighed. "Aren't you afraid somebody will notice you rushing around like that?"
"Nah," Pietro snorted, now holding a book and flipping through it, eyes scanning each page for less than a second, his fingers constantly flipping pages, as if he couldn't turn the pages fast enough for his speed of reading. "They'll never see me. And even if they do notice anything off, what can they prove? Absolutely nothing. Besides, we're like the only people in the computer area right now. Are you done yet?"
"Would you quit asking me that?" Kitty grumbled, fingers flying across the keys and eyes flicking across the screen. "You can't rush genius."
"Are you kidding me?" Pietro scoffed. "I rush everything. It's in my nature. I'm a speedster. I like things speed-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee."
"Yeah, I got that," Kitty mumbled distractedly. She brushed a strand of long brown hair behind her ear.
"Do you got that?" Pietro asked impatient, gesturing at the screen. The book he'd been holding had disappeared a while ago.
Kitty gritted her teeth but kept her gaze on the computer. "Patience, Pietro. Have patience. You're just distracting me," she grumbled. Her fingers danced across the keys. "How in the world did you get through school?" she inquired, shaking her head in exasperation.
"They thought I developed ADHD. And I'm telling you, I don't do patience," Pietro said irritably, crossing his arms, his entire body vibrating so fast all the edges of his figure were a soft blur. "Or at least, I don't do waiting around doing nothing."
"Okay, fine," Kitty said, reaching into her jean pocket and pulling out her wallet, swiveling in her chair and handing it to him forcefully. "Go buy me a latte from Starbucks or something."
A just like that, Pietro and her wallet were gone.
It took him ten minutes to get the latte and come back, and only about 30 seconds of that was the trip between the coffee shop and the library. The rest was spent with him waiting in the long line, and entertaining himself by moving objects around the shop when people weren't looking.
"Here," he said, appearing out of nowhere in front of Kitty, holding out the latte. "Sorry it took so long. It was the line."
"Thank you, Pietro," Kitty smiled, taking the offered latte, and holding out her other hand for her wallet. He returned it, somewhat reluctantly. "And your timing is perfect. I think I've figured out what's up with the Sentinels."
"What?" Pietro asked. He seemed to be bouncing up and down very quickly on the balls of his feet, as he was blurring. "Come on Kitty don't tease it's not nice."
"Well, you know how the first Sentinels were constructed by Trask—"
"Yeah yeah," Pietro interrupted, motioning with his hand for her to hurry up and continue already, and just get to the important stuff.
"—well these ones seem to have gone..." Kitty trailed off, pursing her lips as she considered the best way to explain.
"Yes?" Pietro said. Impatient. Expectant. And very impatient.
"Seem to have gone rogue," Kitty said. "Like, they've been reprogramming themselves, following their own orders. There's no Trask or government fingerprints in the code."
"Well that's just great," Pietro said sarcastically. He'd stopped bouncing, so now it was just his foot that was a blur, tapping very, very fast against the ground. "So all this was a complete wasteoftime," he said, gesturing at the pile of Sentinel hardware. However, he gestured so fast the movement of his arm wasn't visible to the normal human eye, and there was a loud cracking sound.
Kitty jumped at the noise. She stared at him. "Did you just break the sound barrier with that gesture?"
"Yeah, sorry," Pietro said, pulling a face. "I try to avoid breaking the sound barrier in civilian areas because, you know, the sonic boom or whatever. Woops."
"Hey, what's going on over there?" a librarian said, walking into the computer room and glaring at them. "What was that noise?"
"Uh, nothing, sorry," Kitty said, quickly grabbing the bags Pietro had acquired for her to put the Sentinel electronics in. "I accidentally dropped something, as I was packing up. We're about to leave."
Grabbing Pietro's arm, Kitty dragged him out of the building and began leading him down the sidewalk, keeping her hand on his arm so he wouldn't run off.
"I'm starved," Pietro announced. "All that running. Hey, are you hungry? Can I take you out to lunch? Where's your favorite diner?"
"Um," Kitty said, casting a sidelong glance at him and smiling coyly. "Is this a date?"
"I don't know, I've never been on a date," Pietro shrugged, as he ran a hand through his silver hair. "I'm just hungry. And you have more cash than I do, so I guess it would really be you taking me out to lunch. But hey, I can take you anywhere! Where's your favorite place?"
He smiled, in a manner that, Kitty thought, was rather dorky. And maybe a little adorable.
"Okay," she smiled back. "Sure. I'm up for lunch. But, uh, my favorite place is actually in my hometown in Deerfield Illinois, which is like over 900 miles away—"
"Psh," Pietro snorted, waving a hand dismissively. "It'll only take a few minutes, less if you phase us so I don't have to run around stuff."
And then Kitty was in Pietro's arms again, and the world was nothing but colored streaks.
END.
I'vebeenLOKI'Dyetagain: Alright, who kind of ships Quicksilver/Shadowcat now? *raises hand* XD I just had so much fun writing these two together!
And 20th Century Fox changed Pietro's character a lot in the movie, as compared to Pietro's character in the comics, so for his personality I based it more on Tommy Sheperd (Speed), Pietro's nephew, from the comics, rather than Pietro himself, as Quicksilver is a bit more surly.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Reviews are appreciated, but not obligatory ;3