A/N: Am I the only one that's ever wondered what would happen if Quicksilver and Kid Flash met? I hope not, because that would mean that nobody would read this! Anyway, here's a short little three-shot about what I think would happen.
So, I'm no Young Justice expert, (I've only seen the show a few times) so I apologize if Wally's a little OOC or if any details are wrong. I like the show and all, I just don't think I've seen enough to do it justice (no pun intended).
Enjoy!
It was a warm July morning. The middle of summer. For most of the mutants of Bayville, this was the perfect time of year. School was out, and most of the bullying had gone with it. As long as a low profile was kept, there was nothing they really had to worry about. For once, it seemed that there might be a chance they could actually fit in. But for one rather proud young mutant, that was exactly the opposite of what he wanted. Fitting in was what he was born not to do. And that was perfectly ok, because he knew he was better than them; that he was one of a kind.
Or so he thought.
Pietro Maximoff sauntered slowly down the sidewalks, relishing in the fact that he was of such higher standards than other people. Well, humans, for that matter. He raised his chin proudly as people dashed about, their coffee spilling from jostled cups, phones buzzing incessantly, words being spit rapidly into Bluetooth headsets, bags being voraciously dug through, credit cards being slashed through cash registers, cars screeching through intersections. It seemed that the entire world was always in such a hurry. Short, mortal lives couldn't encompass the whole of their desires, so it was necessary to speed through it so one could possibly feel some sort of contentment or achievement during their last breaths. Pietro smiled knowingly and somewhat smugly, for he could move fast enough to complete in mere minutes what "normal" people strive for their whole lives.
It wasn't just his speed that made him feel so vain, though. His bloodline was a contributing factor as well. Not only was he a mutant, a more evolved citizen of humanity, one of the destined few to succeed the humans as the dominant race, but his father was one of the most powerful mutants of them all. He was proud to be the son of Erik Lensherr, a.k.a. Magneto, a man who rose up from the ashes, a man whose sole goal in life is the survival of his race by any means necessary. It was true that a small, infinitesimal part of Pietro may have wanted to fit into society, but this part was greatly overshadowed by his more egotistical side, the side that didn't give a crap what measly humans thought of him, that knew he was so much farther above them in so many ways. Pietro sidestepped out of the way as a young woman scurried past him, muttering something that sounded like "Yes, I'm on my way. I'll be there in five minutes" into the cell phone she had pinned between her shoulder and the side of her face.
He smiled again, and stretched his arms out behind his head, slightly brushing his silvery, windswept hair as he did so. Yes, he was proud of who he was, possibly even proud to a fault. There was no one else out there quite like him; he was the best at what he did, no doubt about it. His mutation might not have been the flashiest or most glorifying, but it was certainly not useless. In truth, how many other people could scale buildings, create tornadoes, run on water, become practically invisible (he was but an almost indiscernible blur at top speeds), escape any dangers, or complete hours' worth of work in but minutes? Some may look down on his powers as clichéd and worthless, but he begged to differ. He was King; in his own mind, at least. He was untouchable. No one would dare challenge him, right?
Wrong.
Suddenly, from within the crowd, a flash of orange streaked past Pietro, causing a breeze to billow his shirt. "What was that?" he thought, turning his head in the direction the streak had gone. One silvery brow quirked as his brain ran through possibilities. "There's only one thing I know that could make something like that. It can't be…can it?" Spinning on his heel, he turned raced off after the orange blur, pouring on his super speed with each step.
"Who is that?! And where the hell could he be going?" Pietro wondered as he sped through the crowd and into the alleys of Bayville. The orange streak was barely within his sights, but luckily, he was fast enough to keep up with it. "Hmm…" he observed as he passed a familiar looking building, realizing he was nearing the edge of town. "There's only one thing over here that's really of any interest of anyone. That must be it!" Carefully he turned down another alley and sped back up. "I'll just cut him off before he gets there and confront the upstart. I mean, who is he to think he can just waltz in and start racing through my town?"
Zigzagging left and right through the labyrinth of buildings, Pietro eventually caught up to the speed demon a few blocks before he'd reach the X-Mansion. He skidded to a halt a block ahead of him, allowing the orange blur time to stop.
Just as Pietro had planned, the yellowy-orange clad boy caught sight of a lightning-quick silver blur about a block ahead of him. The boy in question had his arms crossed in front of his chest, and stood in the very middle of the street, effectively cutting him off. Not wanting to crash into the silver haired boy at his speed, the orange clad boy quickly skidded, just barely stopping a few feet from the other boy.
"And just what do you think you're doing here?!" the silvery haired boy snapped speedily. His dark blue eyes glared dangerously into the orange clad boy's green ones. He wore a strange yellowy-orange and red suit with a lightning bolt symbol on it. "How cliché," Pietro mused. He also wore a strange pair of goggles with red lightning bolts coming off the sides.
Not really sure how to reply to the boy's greeting, the red headed speedster's brow furrowed confusedly. "Uh…"
"And just who do you think you are, huh?! Speeding through my town like that?!" Pietro spat. He brought his hand to his forehead and shook his head, taking a slow breath to calm himself. Well, it was slow for him, anyway. "Just, who are you," he began, his tone calmer this time, "and what are you doing here?"
"My name's Wally West, but I often go by Kid Flash. I'm here with my team on a mission. Apparently there have been some big mutant threats around here lately or something, so we've been working with the X-Men to help subdue them." The red-haired boy answered, allowing a trace of pride to leak into his voice.
Pietro wrinkled his nose. "Ugh, of course you'd be working with the X-Geeks," he quickly muttered under his breath at a speed only he could understand.
The other boy, Wally, looked offended. "And what's that supposed to mean?" He puffed out his chest and crossed his arms over it. "And who are you, anyway?"
"Did he really just understand that? Jeez, he is fast." Pietro's eyebrows rose for a miniscule amount of a second. Then he stood straighter, and raised his chin proudly before replying. "The name's Pietro Maximoff, Kid. But you can call me Quicksilver, the resident speed demon of Bayville and son of the mighty Magneto."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Quicksilver." Wally held out his hand for Pietro to shake. When the other boy didn't partake in the gesture, he rather smoothly pulled his arm back and ran his hand through his hair. "So, are you like, a mutant or something? Do you have any superpowers?" he asked, trying to make conversation with the boy who hadn't stopped glaring at him since they'd met.
Quicksilver's dark blue eyes gained a proud glint in them. "Why yes, Kid, I am in fact, a mutant." The next instant he was behind Wally, tapping him on his shoulder. The orange clad boy turned to face him. "And a rather powerful one at that."
"Oh cool! So you're a speedster too? What's your top speed?" Wally began shooting off questions quickly as his voice took on a slightly awed tone.
"Well, I haven't really clocked my top speed or anything. And, not to brag, but," Pietro began to examine his fingernails, "I have been known to break the sound barrier, run straight up the sides of buildings, start tornadoes, ya know, stuff like that." He said, vanity dripping from his voice.
"That's cool, man. You and I, we should totally go racing sometime. It'd be awesome!" Wally offered as an excited grin spread across his face. "This is so cool! Who would've thought I'd meet someone like me out here?"
"Is that a challenge?" Pietro well, challenged. He'd finally found the opening he'd been looking for. His eyes glinted mischievously into the younger boy's.
"Huh? No…I just thought we could like, hang out or something…" Wally quirked an eyebrow, "What is this guy doing?"
"Quit playing games with me! Listen here, 'Kid Flash'. There's only room for one speedster in the town, and that's me! Got it?" He was up in his face now, quickly uttering the threat.
"What's going on?" Kid Flash wondered. "Uh…" His eyes flashed back and forth across the street. Was this some kind of joke or something?
"You know what?" Pietro put his hands up in front of him. "Let's just settle this fairly. We'll race, tomorrow, at two o'clock. Cool? Winner takes all."
"Takes all of what?"
"I'll meet you at the X-Mansion. Don't be late, or you forfeit, got it?" Self-confidence practically oozed off the older boy now, who was proud at a chance to show up this new kid in front of all his buddies, not to mention showing off in front of the X-Geeks.
"Um, sure?" Wally offered, half unsure of what he'd just agreed to. "I swear, this guy is nuts!"
"Perfect! See ya there, 'Kid Flash'!" he turned and sped off in a silver streak towards the other end of town, towards the Brotherhood Boarding House. Anxious anticipation rose in his chest; he would enjoy kicking this new kid's orangey butt tomorrow. Halfway up the street, he skidded to a stop and turned back towards the younger boy. "And may the best man win!" he called out, waving his arm so he was sure the other boy could see him.
"There's only room for one of us, huh?" Wally muttered, after Quicksilver had run off. "Well, buddy, this may be you're turf, but I'm surly not going down without a fight." He crossed his arms over his chest. "See ya tomorrow, Quicksilver. And you'd better bring your A-Game." Then he turned and dashed off in an orangey blur towards the X-Mansion.
A/N: So who do you think will come out victorious? Leave your guess in a review! Pt. 2 will be up shortly, if the Fates allow.