Hey all :) Welcome to my first X-Men fanfiction! I recently went to go see Day's of Future Past and fell in love with Quicksilver, so decided to make a story of my own for him! Obviously this means that this story will have many spoilers to the new movie!

Please, please don't expect regular updates as I am really bad at working to a schedule!

I don't own any of the X-Men universe, that all belongs to Marvel, sadly :c

I walked up to the classic 70's porch and knocked on the door. Mrs. Maximoff answers almost immediately and smiles,

"Autumn! How lovely to see you, dear! Here to see Pietro?"

I nod and smile pleasantly at her, feeling a light blush rise from my neck to my cheeks, under her penetrating stare.

"I am Mrs. Maximoff, he phoned asking for me," I smile sadly, "you know how that goes down."

Mrs. Maximoff grabs my cheeks, pinching lightly, "You know your always welcome here?"

I nod gratefully and smile, hoping to ease her mind.

"Well go on down then, Autumn, it's nice seeing you, you becoming more beautiful by the day!"

I smile and walk past her, down toward where my bestfriends 'man' cave was. As I was walking down the wooden steps I think of all the good times we had had together down here, away from all my problems.

As soon as my feet hop off the last step, Pietro comes speeding toward me.

"Ghosty! Took you long enough, you know I made it to your house and back 5 times before you got here, and I was taking it slow!" He said this all in a rush, anyone who hadn't known him for a while would have never understood.

"You called my house phone, not the one in my bedroom, you know what Pa's like when you call! He went mad, I had to use my-my you know!" Even after all these years I was still uncomfortable talking about my mutation.

"Listen, I'm sorry, I forget about everything, you know-" He paused mid sentence and flashed out of the room only to return a second later.

"There are three men outside my house, Autumn." he muttered a confused face adorned his youthful face. I sat down on the fading yellow couch as he started playing table tennis alone, a nervous habit he had always had.

"Pietro! The cops are here, again!" we heard his mum shout and soon the three previously named men entered the dark room.

"What do you want? I didn't do anything!" he says flashing to the couch and laying down with his feet on my lap.

"Relax Pietro, we're not cops." The muscled one says but Pietro quickly interrupts.

"Of course your not a cop. If you were a cop you wouldn't be in a rental car."

"How did you know we had a rental?" The long haired one asks.

"I checked your registration as you were walking in the door." He says dead panned.

"I also had some time to kill, so I looked in your rental agreement and saw you were from out of town. Are you the FBI?"

He flashed over to the long haired man and took his wallet.

"Nope not a cop, hey what's with this gifted youngsters place?"

"It's... an old card." The long haired one answers quickly grabbing his wallet and stuffing it into his back pocket.

The geeky looking one smiles and say's "Well he's fascinating"

And the disgruntled one reply's "No, he's a pain in the arse!"

I chuckled but didn't bother listening to the rest of their conversation, as it seemed private.

Pietro suddenly stops.

"Autumn, why are being a ghost? I thought we got over this!" Pietro says, looking in my general direction. "Show yourself." he whispers.

Without realising I mush have faded and become invisible, my nervous habit. I slowly allowed myself to be seen, my blond hair and blue eyes and slender frame.

The three men look startled by my presence and one takes a defensive stance.

"Hello," I say shyly, "I'm Autumn."

The tall, muscled man nods at me and the two others just stare at me in wonder. Feeling uncomfortable I could feel the ice at my fingertips, and tried to restrain it but it was impossible. Soon the whole of the opposite wall was covered in a thick layer of ice and snow. The men all jumped back in shock and stared incredulously back at me.

Er yeah. Not sure where I'm going with this. I might not even continue, I tend to forget about things quiet easily...sorry c:

~charlotte