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'Hur-ray.' Pietro thought blandly, watching the fury of bright light that was his sister suddenly erupt into the darkened field. 'Scarlet is here to save the day.'
He crossed his arms and waited for his sister to approach him with whatever angry and cutting comment she had for that day. It took as long as normal, which felt like an eternity for the blonde. He shuffled into two other positions while he waited, thoughts running faster then normal in his anxiety.
Even when he was on her side (short amount of time as it seemed) he generally had the same nervous, and still aggravated feeling.
He'd told Lance, and he said it was understandable; not many brothers enjoyed being shown up by their sister. But then again, not many brothers had crazy, all powerful sisters, so he had generally gotten used to the phrase, 'suck it up.'
At least when they were on the same side he could say, 'Look! WE won.' Now it was just upsetting. Not to mention that Wanda almost always picked him out.
Well, there never was a time where she didn't get a good hit in, so it wasn't 'almost always' but 'always.'
Gambit and Sabertooth always stared at him as if he were completely mad, but he would never leave the scene of battle. Maybe it was some sick, twisted need to have ANY form of his twins attention, but he just couldn't bring himself to run away. Not while she was there.
Maybe he was just hoping for some form of respect. He was standing his ground. But he bet she simply thought of it as stupidity.
"You piece of scum!" The Scarlet Witch was hissing at him as a greeting, and Quicksilver sighed.
'Yeah, yeah, I get it.' He thought, miserable as usual about his sister's anger, but he had grown used to the unnatural feeling. No, not quite used . . . -numb- to it. It was just a dull ache that she liked to jab into every so often.
Quicksilver supposed he had romanticized the meeting of brother and sister. Not that he had actually wanted it in his later years . . . No, it was a fantasy. A child wants to be a superhero, live in Bumblyburg, or a pony for their birthday. Pietro had wanted his twin sister back. As farfetched as it was, Pietro had longed for it, daydreamed of it.
When he met perfect strangers, he could clearly remember saying, 'I'm Pietro. I have a twin sister. She'll be coming home soon.'
But as time progressed and he realized this was just not going to happen, he stashed it away with all of his other wild dreams. Sure, he took it out every once and a while and thought about it. Polished it, relished it, allowed himself to fantasize of it. But reality would soon kick in, and he would have to put it back and move on.
And now she was here.
And he had to admit, it was depressing.
Our young Pietro hadn't even been told reason of this little get together. Magneto, his dear old dad, seemed to have realized what a great distraction he proved to be for his daughter, and told him to merely, "Hold them off for as long as possible."
Of course, they all knew it meant, "Let Wanda pound you as long as you can take it."
They were at a skyscraper. Not necessarily Pietro's favorite place, but that was fine, as he wasn't climbing up there. Just Gambit.
Quicksilver spared a glance upwards to the flashing pink lights that had been steadily going for about half an hour, as Scarlet Witch approached.
She looked like she was waiting for some sort of greeting.
He wasn't exactly sure what to say. 'Here I am on a silver plate! Have at it!'
"No way they'd leave such a weakling as a guard." She acted as though she were muttering to herself, but they were half a field away, so she was actually yelling, which kind of gave it away.
He was almost surprised to hear Avalanche's voice, but didn't bother to make out what words were being spoken.
So the entire Brotherhood was out for this one? What did they know that he didn't?
'Probably everything.' He muttered to himself miserably.
"Why don't I just go on up there and see what they're up to?" Scarlet Witch asked coyly, and began levitating up. Quicksilver made no attempt to stop her. It would be nice to see Gambit limping to the base for once.
He was tempted to wave, but knew that would probably just get her mad. Odd as it seemed, he didn't like it when she was mad at him-- when she had a reason, anyway.
"Quicksilver." Avalanche greeted stonily, having approached while he was watching his sister.
"Hello." He greeted with a nod. "What's up?"
He graced the blonde with a withering look and glanced upwards. "This won't work." It took a moment for Quicksilver to realize he was referring to whatever plan Magneto had come up with.
He resisted the urge to ask him questions on the subject. "So?" He said.
"So?" Avalanche repeated. "If it's not gonna work, why try it, genius?"
"Well, it got all of you out here, didn't it?" He asked, acting like he knew what was going on quite well.
Avalanche looked sick. "How quickly you turn."
He opened his mouth to respond, the realized he didn't really have anything to say to that. He shrugged one shoulder. "Things change."
The brunette shook his head, as the other two members of the Brotherhood finally made it.
"Holy shit, yo! Look!" Toad was crying.
And they did.
"What the--"
Scarlet Witch, for some inexplicable reason, had actually passed out!
She was falling . . . surely Remey's cards weren't that powerful?
"How --" Quicksilver breathed, but couldn't find it in him to finish the sentence.
He watched, pure horror painted on his face, as his sister's body tumbled to the ground. Her face was the perfect picture of bliss and relaxation as she dropped to her fate, although none of the boy's could make this out.
His mouth worked for about a nanosecond.
"No--" He gasped at such a pace that no one surrounding him would've been able to decipher it. Before anyone could even react to the sight of Scarlet Witch, literally, he was off.
"Quicksilver!" Avalanche hollered, but he paid no heed.
'We're not even on same sides anymore, Lance,' He thought crossly. Lance was -supposed- to be happy to see the blonde pull an idiotic stunt.
In a few fits of boredom in the past, Pietro had tried bolting up walls, much to Lance's dismay. The highest he had ever been able to reach was the fourth floor, without injury that is.
He estimated for a safe catch and adjust rate, he would have to catch her at about the seventeenth. And she was falling fast.
He grit his teeth and pushed his legs harder. He could rest later, he needed to get enough speed to get high enough!
He couldn't even keep track of his own feet, something he enhanced eyes had almost always been able to do. Quicksilver hated the feeling of his legs stretching like this, but that's what he would have to do …
The wall was approaching, fast for even him.
He could hear the last echoing sounds of "--ver!" From Avalanche, and it was getting slower. Everything moved slower when he ran. Even Scarlet Witch's body, although only slightly. It had always reminded Pietro of people moving in a thick, thick water. Trying to walk, but they had to work through so much gelatinous air, and for some reason, Pietro could just zip through it.
It was almost an addictive feeling, but he tried desperately not to focus on it. That usually caused him to either trip or get hit by an enemy who he wasn't paying attention to properly.
With a quick jump, as nothing Quicksilver had done was slow, he landed on the wall right next to a window on the second floor and started pumping his legs.
She was going faster then he had expected. He would have to catch her sooner. Perhaps the nineteenth. She was almost past the twenty-second.
Defying gravity with a cockiness no one but Pietro Maximoff, and maybe his father, could muster, he commanded his body to move faster. He was tempted to swear when he saw his sister's body start to teeter in the wind-- moving things were much harder to catch-- but last time he spoke at this speed, he'd had a hard time closing his mouth. Not really a comfortable feeling.
Faster. Faster, faster, faster.
The windows whizzed by and he counted each, ninth, tenth, eleventh. Her head was now facing downwards. 'Good.' He thought. 'Just stay like that.'
Fifteenth, sixteenth, seventeenth. He was starting to loose speed!
'Not now!' He growled angrily, noticing the minute change of pace with panic, although anyone else would've found the task of differing one silver and green blur from another impossible.
He could feel each footfall becoming more and more valuable, which was very bad. Running was supposed to be one fluid movement, not a collection of steps.
'Faster,' He told himself, but his body was yelling back, 'SLOWER!'
Nineteenth. He counted, then felt a ping of worry, staring at the window as if it knew the answer to his question. She should meet him about-- WHAM!
Her body collided with his at a startling rate, slamming into his chest and effectively knocking the wind out of him. Ignoring that, he quickly wrapped his sister in his arms and turned in mid-air. Had to keep his feet on the building; if he started freefalling, they were both gone.
Relief flooded him as his feet hit brick with a comforting slap. His sister's weight was a little startling, but nothing he couldn't handle. The problem, he realized quite rationally for his predicament, was that he still hadn't been able to recover from that impact. His body was screaming for oxygen.
Irrational for about a fraction of a second, he thought, 'It deserves it! Didn't listen to me at all when I said faster!'
He didn't realize how needed and invigorating air -was- until his throat finally gave in and let air pass through it.
It was a rather odd sight to see Quicksilver panting, but that's what he was doing as he flew down the building.
He began counting the windows; he had to start preparing to meet the ground. Cradling his sister closer, so as not to loose his grip (he told himself) he attempted to slow his pace.
He told himself not to worry, if he got to the ground and still needed to run, he had space. Quicksilver noticed an open area to jet off into at a speed most would call immediate, but for him, it was way too lengthy; eight, seven, six.
A person's head was out the window. He smirked in a moment of pure adolescent glee as he contemplated whacking 'em upside the head. But that would probably result in death, so he politely refrained.
Scarlet Witch made a small sound in the back of her throat, startling him only slightly. 'Don't wake up,' He prayed.
Normal Wanda reaction to being anywhere near her twin was not exactly healthy for Pietro, and when she woke up, she would probably be dazed and confused and angry.
Two. One.
He grit his teeth and slammed into the ground with a loud SMACK! of feet meeting pavement. He forced himself to move, as he would crush Scarlet Witch into the ground if he fell now, and at this speed, she could be injured for life.
'Keep going.' He chanted, his legs screaming in protest. 'Keep moving. Keep going. Don't stop.'
Finally feeling as though he had slowed down enough, he allowed himself to fall to his side, lifting his twin's body away from the ground, although it was perfectly safe where it was. He skid for a moment against the ground, panted, and ignored the scorching feeling of his body grinding against pavement. Dazed.
He heard the last bit's of his code name being yelled by random members of the Brotherhood, and let go of Scarlet Witch. His attempts to sit up were halted almost immediately.
"What were you thinking?!" Avalanche was crying, moving towards them in a jog.
"Wha . . ." Wanda murmured, her body shifting into a sitting position even while still in the process of waking. Pietro wanted to respond, but couldn't, as he hadn't even come close to recovering from the rib crushing, let alone the run itself. Wanda's hand pressed against her forehead irritably, as if that would improve her apparent headache, and she turned to Pietro and immediately sneered. "Well -you- certainly don't improve my mood."
'Yeah, yeah, I get it.' He wanted to say, but couldn't quite figure out what button to press to make those words come out.
Avalanche bent down next to the pale boy, looking horrified, "That was--you idiot--I can't--you stupid--"
Quicksilver closed his eyes in confusion; that was the tone Lance always used before he'd left them . . .
He was supposed to be smacking him around, not checking his heart-rate.
"What's going on?" Scarlet Witch sounded a little annoyed with the fact that Quicksilver was injured without her help, which, strangely enough, she caused.
He wanted to reach out to her. She had to've suffered a concussion.
Idiot, he told himself. If he kept on caring about his sister like this, he was going to end up getting killed . . .
"Pietro," Avalanche was saying, but he was saying it -so- slowly . . . like a cartoon or something . . . He shook his head and allowed the black to cover his vision. He needed sleep, his body demanded it.
And people called -him- high-maintenance.
a.n: plot, plot, where's the plot? the next chapter, my friend! but be patient, please, i have quite a few other stories to work on ^__^
'Hur-ray.' Pietro thought blandly, watching the fury of bright light that was his sister suddenly erupt into the darkened field. 'Scarlet is here to save the day.'
He crossed his arms and waited for his sister to approach him with whatever angry and cutting comment she had for that day. It took as long as normal, which felt like an eternity for the blonde. He shuffled into two other positions while he waited, thoughts running faster then normal in his anxiety.
Even when he was on her side (short amount of time as it seemed) he generally had the same nervous, and still aggravated feeling.
He'd told Lance, and he said it was understandable; not many brothers enjoyed being shown up by their sister. But then again, not many brothers had crazy, all powerful sisters, so he had generally gotten used to the phrase, 'suck it up.'
At least when they were on the same side he could say, 'Look! WE won.' Now it was just upsetting. Not to mention that Wanda almost always picked him out.
Well, there never was a time where she didn't get a good hit in, so it wasn't 'almost always' but 'always.'
Gambit and Sabertooth always stared at him as if he were completely mad, but he would never leave the scene of battle. Maybe it was some sick, twisted need to have ANY form of his twins attention, but he just couldn't bring himself to run away. Not while she was there.
Maybe he was just hoping for some form of respect. He was standing his ground. But he bet she simply thought of it as stupidity.
"You piece of scum!" The Scarlet Witch was hissing at him as a greeting, and Quicksilver sighed.
'Yeah, yeah, I get it.' He thought, miserable as usual about his sister's anger, but he had grown used to the unnatural feeling. No, not quite used . . . -numb- to it. It was just a dull ache that she liked to jab into every so often.
Quicksilver supposed he had romanticized the meeting of brother and sister. Not that he had actually wanted it in his later years . . . No, it was a fantasy. A child wants to be a superhero, live in Bumblyburg, or a pony for their birthday. Pietro had wanted his twin sister back. As farfetched as it was, Pietro had longed for it, daydreamed of it.
When he met perfect strangers, he could clearly remember saying, 'I'm Pietro. I have a twin sister. She'll be coming home soon.'
But as time progressed and he realized this was just not going to happen, he stashed it away with all of his other wild dreams. Sure, he took it out every once and a while and thought about it. Polished it, relished it, allowed himself to fantasize of it. But reality would soon kick in, and he would have to put it back and move on.
And now she was here.
And he had to admit, it was depressing.
Our young Pietro hadn't even been told reason of this little get together. Magneto, his dear old dad, seemed to have realized what a great distraction he proved to be for his daughter, and told him to merely, "Hold them off for as long as possible."
Of course, they all knew it meant, "Let Wanda pound you as long as you can take it."
They were at a skyscraper. Not necessarily Pietro's favorite place, but that was fine, as he wasn't climbing up there. Just Gambit.
Quicksilver spared a glance upwards to the flashing pink lights that had been steadily going for about half an hour, as Scarlet Witch approached.
She looked like she was waiting for some sort of greeting.
He wasn't exactly sure what to say. 'Here I am on a silver plate! Have at it!'
"No way they'd leave such a weakling as a guard." She acted as though she were muttering to herself, but they were half a field away, so she was actually yelling, which kind of gave it away.
He was almost surprised to hear Avalanche's voice, but didn't bother to make out what words were being spoken.
So the entire Brotherhood was out for this one? What did they know that he didn't?
'Probably everything.' He muttered to himself miserably.
"Why don't I just go on up there and see what they're up to?" Scarlet Witch asked coyly, and began levitating up. Quicksilver made no attempt to stop her. It would be nice to see Gambit limping to the base for once.
He was tempted to wave, but knew that would probably just get her mad. Odd as it seemed, he didn't like it when she was mad at him-- when she had a reason, anyway.
"Quicksilver." Avalanche greeted stonily, having approached while he was watching his sister.
"Hello." He greeted with a nod. "What's up?"
He graced the blonde with a withering look and glanced upwards. "This won't work." It took a moment for Quicksilver to realize he was referring to whatever plan Magneto had come up with.
He resisted the urge to ask him questions on the subject. "So?" He said.
"So?" Avalanche repeated. "If it's not gonna work, why try it, genius?"
"Well, it got all of you out here, didn't it?" He asked, acting like he knew what was going on quite well.
Avalanche looked sick. "How quickly you turn."
He opened his mouth to respond, the realized he didn't really have anything to say to that. He shrugged one shoulder. "Things change."
The brunette shook his head, as the other two members of the Brotherhood finally made it.
"Holy shit, yo! Look!" Toad was crying.
And they did.
"What the--"
Scarlet Witch, for some inexplicable reason, had actually passed out!
She was falling . . . surely Remey's cards weren't that powerful?
"How --" Quicksilver breathed, but couldn't find it in him to finish the sentence.
He watched, pure horror painted on his face, as his sister's body tumbled to the ground. Her face was the perfect picture of bliss and relaxation as she dropped to her fate, although none of the boy's could make this out.
His mouth worked for about a nanosecond.
"No--" He gasped at such a pace that no one surrounding him would've been able to decipher it. Before anyone could even react to the sight of Scarlet Witch, literally, he was off.
"Quicksilver!" Avalanche hollered, but he paid no heed.
'We're not even on same sides anymore, Lance,' He thought crossly. Lance was -supposed- to be happy to see the blonde pull an idiotic stunt.
In a few fits of boredom in the past, Pietro had tried bolting up walls, much to Lance's dismay. The highest he had ever been able to reach was the fourth floor, without injury that is.
He estimated for a safe catch and adjust rate, he would have to catch her at about the seventeenth. And she was falling fast.
He grit his teeth and pushed his legs harder. He could rest later, he needed to get enough speed to get high enough!
He couldn't even keep track of his own feet, something he enhanced eyes had almost always been able to do. Quicksilver hated the feeling of his legs stretching like this, but that's what he would have to do …
The wall was approaching, fast for even him.
He could hear the last echoing sounds of "--ver!" From Avalanche, and it was getting slower. Everything moved slower when he ran. Even Scarlet Witch's body, although only slightly. It had always reminded Pietro of people moving in a thick, thick water. Trying to walk, but they had to work through so much gelatinous air, and for some reason, Pietro could just zip through it.
It was almost an addictive feeling, but he tried desperately not to focus on it. That usually caused him to either trip or get hit by an enemy who he wasn't paying attention to properly.
With a quick jump, as nothing Quicksilver had done was slow, he landed on the wall right next to a window on the second floor and started pumping his legs.
She was going faster then he had expected. He would have to catch her sooner. Perhaps the nineteenth. She was almost past the twenty-second.
Defying gravity with a cockiness no one but Pietro Maximoff, and maybe his father, could muster, he commanded his body to move faster. He was tempted to swear when he saw his sister's body start to teeter in the wind-- moving things were much harder to catch-- but last time he spoke at this speed, he'd had a hard time closing his mouth. Not really a comfortable feeling.
Faster. Faster, faster, faster.
The windows whizzed by and he counted each, ninth, tenth, eleventh. Her head was now facing downwards. 'Good.' He thought. 'Just stay like that.'
Fifteenth, sixteenth, seventeenth. He was starting to loose speed!
'Not now!' He growled angrily, noticing the minute change of pace with panic, although anyone else would've found the task of differing one silver and green blur from another impossible.
He could feel each footfall becoming more and more valuable, which was very bad. Running was supposed to be one fluid movement, not a collection of steps.
'Faster,' He told himself, but his body was yelling back, 'SLOWER!'
Nineteenth. He counted, then felt a ping of worry, staring at the window as if it knew the answer to his question. She should meet him about-- WHAM!
Her body collided with his at a startling rate, slamming into his chest and effectively knocking the wind out of him. Ignoring that, he quickly wrapped his sister in his arms and turned in mid-air. Had to keep his feet on the building; if he started freefalling, they were both gone.
Relief flooded him as his feet hit brick with a comforting slap. His sister's weight was a little startling, but nothing he couldn't handle. The problem, he realized quite rationally for his predicament, was that he still hadn't been able to recover from that impact. His body was screaming for oxygen.
Irrational for about a fraction of a second, he thought, 'It deserves it! Didn't listen to me at all when I said faster!'
He didn't realize how needed and invigorating air -was- until his throat finally gave in and let air pass through it.
It was a rather odd sight to see Quicksilver panting, but that's what he was doing as he flew down the building.
He began counting the windows; he had to start preparing to meet the ground. Cradling his sister closer, so as not to loose his grip (he told himself) he attempted to slow his pace.
He told himself not to worry, if he got to the ground and still needed to run, he had space. Quicksilver noticed an open area to jet off into at a speed most would call immediate, but for him, it was way too lengthy; eight, seven, six.
A person's head was out the window. He smirked in a moment of pure adolescent glee as he contemplated whacking 'em upside the head. But that would probably result in death, so he politely refrained.
Scarlet Witch made a small sound in the back of her throat, startling him only slightly. 'Don't wake up,' He prayed.
Normal Wanda reaction to being anywhere near her twin was not exactly healthy for Pietro, and when she woke up, she would probably be dazed and confused and angry.
Two. One.
He grit his teeth and slammed into the ground with a loud SMACK! of feet meeting pavement. He forced himself to move, as he would crush Scarlet Witch into the ground if he fell now, and at this speed, she could be injured for life.
'Keep going.' He chanted, his legs screaming in protest. 'Keep moving. Keep going. Don't stop.'
Finally feeling as though he had slowed down enough, he allowed himself to fall to his side, lifting his twin's body away from the ground, although it was perfectly safe where it was. He skid for a moment against the ground, panted, and ignored the scorching feeling of his body grinding against pavement. Dazed.
He heard the last bit's of his code name being yelled by random members of the Brotherhood, and let go of Scarlet Witch. His attempts to sit up were halted almost immediately.
"What were you thinking?!" Avalanche was crying, moving towards them in a jog.
"Wha . . ." Wanda murmured, her body shifting into a sitting position even while still in the process of waking. Pietro wanted to respond, but couldn't, as he hadn't even come close to recovering from the rib crushing, let alone the run itself. Wanda's hand pressed against her forehead irritably, as if that would improve her apparent headache, and she turned to Pietro and immediately sneered. "Well -you- certainly don't improve my mood."
'Yeah, yeah, I get it.' He wanted to say, but couldn't quite figure out what button to press to make those words come out.
Avalanche bent down next to the pale boy, looking horrified, "That was--you idiot--I can't--you stupid--"
Quicksilver closed his eyes in confusion; that was the tone Lance always used before he'd left them . . .
He was supposed to be smacking him around, not checking his heart-rate.
"What's going on?" Scarlet Witch sounded a little annoyed with the fact that Quicksilver was injured without her help, which, strangely enough, she caused.
He wanted to reach out to her. She had to've suffered a concussion.
Idiot, he told himself. If he kept on caring about his sister like this, he was going to end up getting killed . . .
"Pietro," Avalanche was saying, but he was saying it -so- slowly . . . like a cartoon or something . . . He shook his head and allowed the black to cover his vision. He needed sleep, his body demanded it.
And people called -him- high-maintenance.
a.n: plot, plot, where's the plot? the next chapter, my friend! but be patient, please, i have quite a few other stories to work on ^__^