This two shot is for my friend, Fluticons, birthday. (Sorry it's a few weeks late.)
So yeah, this is chapter one. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel characters or anything else they have really.
"Fitz has been out of control the past few days," Coulson said as he led the newest team member down the hall. "Simmons somehow was trapped inside the alien box. He won't leave its side. We're hoping you could 'guard' it for him. Let him rest and get back to work."
"Yeah, I'll do it," the new agent said in a thick Russian accent. "But it'll take a lot of convincing to get him away from the box."
"We've tried," Coulson agreed. "He's started to bring tools to the room to try and open the box. So far it hasn't been working."
Coulson and the agent got to the end of the hall, and Coulson opened the lone door a bit awkwardly with his hand.
"I'm sorry, I'm still getting used to the whole one hand thing," Coulson apologized as the door swung open.
"You're not the only one," the agent said. Coulson looked at the agent's two functioning hands, and then gave him a questioning look.
"My sister," the agent clarified. "I haven't seen her since..."
"I know," Coulson said. "Don't worry about it though; you'll see her soon enough."
The two entered the room, a dismay flashed across Coulson's face. Fitz, his engineer, was trying to pry open the box with a crowbar.
"That won't work boy," the new agent barked. Fitz jumped, dropped his tool, and turned around all in one motion.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Fitz asked, his stutter returning involuntarily.
"It's alien. Simple human tools will not open it, or destroy it for that matter," the agent said. He sounded like he was speaking from experience.
"But it has Jemma. I have to try," Fitz retorted as he picked up the crowbar and turned back around.
"Fitz, you haven't been yourself. Please go to the infirmary to get something for the shock-"
"No!" Fitz cut Coulson off as he turned around again. "I haven't to keep trying." He picked through his tool box and started working on opening the box again.
"Fitz needs help," Coulson murmured to the agent. "And I need you to get through to him. Can you do that?"
"No problem, Director," the agent said. He walked forward and pushed the tool box away from the box with his foot. He then walked up behind Fitz and gently took the array of tools away from him.
"Come on, you need to go to the infirmary," the agent told Fitz quietly. "You're not helping Jemma at all right now."
"But it's my fault," Fitz said as he leaned his head against the box. "I shouldn't have left her alone with it. Something always goes wrong."
"That's why I'm here," the agent said as he placed a hand on Fitz's shoulder. "I'm here to take sure nothing happens to the box or your friend. I'm here to do my job as an Avenger."
Fitz turned around and gave the agent a long, hard look. He was tall, with a well-built body. His hair was white blonde, and Fitz could see another color underneath, but he wasn't able to tell what it was. A five o'clock shadow was growing on the agent's tired face, and Fitz could see kindness in his eyes.
"You're not one of the Avengers," Fitz scoffed as he turned to Coulson. "You brought him here?"
"Actually, I am an Avenger," the agent said. "I'm Quicksilver. But most know me as Pietro Maximoff."
"Pietro Maximoff?" Fitz asked as he whipped around to face Pietro. "But didn't you die? You died."
"Tahiti is a magical place," Pietro answered with a sheepish smile. "Coulson told me all about it."
Fitz's face morphed into a look of horror as he turned to Coulson again. "And you trust him to watch Jemma?"
"He is highly skilled in observation and threat elimination," Coulson replied. "He is almost as good and Romanoff."
"But... but Tahiti," Fitz sputtered. "You remember what happened to you after that!"
"And you know how skilled Romanoff is. If you trust me, then you should trust him. He knows what he's doing, I know what I'm doing," Coulson said calmly. "Fitz, you need to get treated for shock. You've had a rough few months, and you've kept everything pent up. After you spend some time in the infirmary, I'll set up an appointment with Andrew for you. You need to talk about it."
"But I can't leave her," Fitz said as he turned back to the box with a sad look on his face. "She didn't leave me when I was in a comma. I can't leave her when she's trapped."
"Do I need to help remove him?" Pietro asked Coulson. "Take him to the infirmary?"
"Don't touch me!" Fitz yelled as he turned back to face Coulson and Pietro. "I'm not leaving her!"
Coulson nodded at Pietro and Pietro walked towards Fitz. A look of pure dread crossed Fitz's face and he backed up against the box. He started shaking his head and opened his mouth in a silent scream of protest. Pietro grabbed Fitz's arms and hoisted Fitz over his shoulders. He grabbed Fitz's ankles to keep him from falling, and also to keep him from struggling too much. Pietro turned back to Coulson.
Coulson nodded and walked out, followed by Pietro with a struggling Fitz across his shoulders. They walked down the twisting hallways until the lab and infirmary came into view. Coulson struggled with the door while Pietro struggled with containing Fitz. Fitz started to wriggle like a fish to get out of the Avenger's grasp, and Pietro was having a hard time containing him.
"We need sedatives!" Coulson called to the doctors as he flung open the door. A few doctors rushed to Pietro's aid. One doctor brought a syringe and touched it to Fitz's neck. Fitz twisted away as the doctors tried to calm him. Coulson finally grabbed the syringe and jabbed it into Fitz's vien. He pressed the plunger and the sedative flowed into the engineer.
Fitz's struggling calmed a bit until his eyelids fluttered closed. His body relaxed and Pietro struggled a little under the extra weight. Coulson sighed with relief and Pietro let out a grunt.
"Get him inside and under observation. We need him to be watched and he will need something for shock," Coulson ordered. "And then get Andrew on the line. He needs to come here as soon as he can. Fitz needs a therapist." The doctors nodded and loaded Fitz onto a stretcher.
"I didn't see that coming," Pietro said as he rolled out his shoulders. "He may look weak, but that boy can hide quite a bit of strength."
"He's been through a lot. It's brought a lot changes to him," Coulson responded. "And you should get back to the room. Fitz would feel better if you were with the box, guarding it."
Pietro nodded and started to walk away.
"And Agent Maximoff," Coulson called after him. Pietro stopped and half turned to show he was listening. "Welcome to SHIELD."
Pietro smiled and turned back the way they had come from. "It's good to be here," he said as he walked away. "All I need is to make sure my baby sister is okay."
"You're twelve minutes older than her. It's in your file," Coulson said a confused.
"She's still the baby," Pietro said with a laugh. Coulson gave him a smile, and Pietro took off at a sprint. He made it to the room with the alien box much quicker than a normal human.
Breathing heavily, Pietro gingerly sat down in front of the box, ready to start his task of guard. He leaned his head against the plastic container and closed his eyes. He would complete his task and then find Wanda. The twins would be back together soon enough.
Pietro started to hum the songs his mother would sing to him and Wanda to himself. If he couldn't have his sister by his side, the least he could have was familiarity.
Chapter one is done! Chapter two will be up as soon as I finish writing it. (I gotta start it first too :))
So yeah, I'll save my big speech until the end of the next chapter.
Happy reading! :)