A/N: I forgot to mention, but this will be a short story. No more than 10 chapters. So, if things seem a little rushed, that's why. Enjoy! :) Also, I added another character from another Marvel production. Hope you catch on and/or like. Thanks!

...But still you live inside of me,

So tell me how is that?

Keeping a forbidden relationship a secret is hard enough as it is, but throw in a hush-hush agency and 'Earth's mightiest heroes' and shit is damn near impossible. At least, that's how Amara felt. Being with Pietro was both a blessing and a curse. He was everything she ever wanted in life, and everything she wasn't supposed to have. She was now an official SHIELD agent. So was he. They had strict rules to abide by. No mixing business with pleasure was one of those rules. Of course, Pietro being…..well, Pietro, seemed convince that being an Avenger and an agent made him exempt to SHIELD's rules. Well, that rule at least. Amara didn't feel this way though.

She was with SHIELD now and would follow their rules.

At least, she tried to.

She didn't find it hard to keep herself occupied when not on missions. In between her training with Wanda and Pietro, more training with Steven and Natasha and the testing she had to go through to complete her transition into an agent, her schedule was booked. It wasn't even two weeks after that eventful training session with Pietro that she received her first mission. She was thrilled. It was a relatively easy assignment that went according to plan. In the month since, she had been on numerous more. Many occurred while Pietro himself was out on missions so it made the time he was away pass by even faster.

Amara glanced at the clock on the microwave. 11:45. She covered a yawn. It was getting late. Hopping off the bar stool, she reached in the fridge and grabbed a water bottle.

"Hey Vis," she motioned to the android who was sitting on another bar stool. "I'm gonna head to bed."

He nods toward her, "Very well, I shall stay up and keep watch." The Avengers and a few "up there" Shield members were currently out at a function. Even with the ridiculously effective security system the Avengers training facility had, Vision would always stay up and keep an eye on things until everyone returned. He was extremely cautious and watchful.

"If you insist," she chuckles, knowing he also plans on being able to greet a certain Maximoff as soon as she gets home. It was no secret the two had feelings for each other. They grew closer and closer everyday. Of course, they kept things to a minimum and maintained professionalism. "Night"

"Evening Ms. Bennett," he calls after her retreating form.

She shakes her head not even bothering to correct him. She had lost count of how many times she had told him that "Amara" would do just fine. It seemed to not stick with him though.

Humming to herself, she makes her way across the building and in the elevator. That was one thing she didn't like about her newest home. The size. For example, the cafeteria was all the way on the west wing of the building while her room was on the east wing. Of course, when Pietro was around, he would always whisk to her room. He wasn't home though so she would just have to stick to the old fashioned way.

Finally reaching her room, she pushes the button for the sliding doors to open before entering and closing the doors just as fast as she opened them. Using her powers to flip the light switch on, Amara jumps in shock and has to stop herself from screaming.

"Pietro!" She whispers harshly at the sight of the silvered hair man lying on her bed. "What the hell are you doing here? How did you-" She shakes her head, "Don't answer that second one."

He smiles at her, "Didn't plan on it." Sitting up on her bed, he moves over and pats the seat next to him. She doesn't move.

"Answer my question," she crosses her arms. "I just came from downstairs with Vision-"

"Of course," he rolls his eyes. He honestly has no problem with the android. Hell, if it wasn't for him Ultron would have wiped out the human race. No, his issue is with the beings interest in his sister and vice versa. Granted, he knows Visions feelings for Wanda are not the same as his interest with Amara, but Pietro is territorial at heart. It's in his nature to be protective over the people he cares about.

"We're not even gonna start that," Amara sighs, and starts tapping her foot impatiently. "But you are gonna answer me or I'll thrash your ass into that damn wall until you're unconscious."

Pietro pretends to look hurt, "Such violence love."

"P…" Amara trails off growing agitated.

"I left," he finally answers.

"What do you mean you left?" She questions, looking at him with a 'what the hell' expression. "Director Fury and Captain America said you had to go."

"And I did," he defends. "They didn't say how long I had to stay though." He smirks.

Amara sighs, "P, I swear to God, if Fury comes down on my ass for this-"

"He's not even here," Pietro defends, throwing his hands up. "Besides, galas and functions aren't really my thing. He knows that. I always feel so out of place," he finishes with a slight frown.

Being an Avenger came with countless responsibilities. Ones that included keeping people save and the long journey to ultimately eliminating Hydra were privileges to Pietro. Attending functions and events to create a good image for himself? That was another story.

Amara drops her arms (and guard) and saunters over to the bed. "It's nothing like you're used to. Evening gowns, cocktail drinks, and caviar – it almost feels foreign." She sits down next to him, crossing her legs.

"Exactly," he nods in agreement. "Plus, everything goes by so slow." He groans.

She laughs, "You're faster than the speed of light Pietro. Everything is slow to you."

He chuckles bitterly, "Don't remind me."

She frowns, "Is it hard?"

He looks at her quizzically, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she nervously tucks a string of hair behind her ear. "It's in your nature to operate at an inhuman pace. The rate at which everything moves is practically working against you. It seems like you constantly have to remind yourself to slow down and I don't know, it just seems to me like it would be-"

"Tiring, frustrating?" He finishes for her. She nods. "It is. It's practically painful at times. I almost wish I didn't have speed then I remember I owe it my life."

"The battle with Ultron," she says quietly, already knowing what he's referring to. He had told her all about what happened. He risked his life to save Hawkeye and a child. Multiple bullets entered his body. They thought him dead. Miraculously, his abilities also include an accelerated healing rate. It took about a week for him to wake up, and two to recover, but he made it through. He was still alive.

Without realizing it, her hand reaches out to lightly graze over his chest. He doesn't react. "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore," he responds, smiling at the innocence in her voice. "The scars are pretty much gone too except for one. Stubborn little fucker."

She bites her lip, "Can I…"

Without her having to finish, he moves to lift his shirt over his head. Her breath hitches. She had seen him shirtless before, but never at this close of proximity. His body is drool worthy. Toned and muscular in all the right areas. She gently runs her fingers over his chest. He was right. You could barely see any reminders of the notorious day except for one particularly close to his shoulder. Her hand finally settles on the mark.

"It's beautiful. A testament to your bravery. A battle scar," she whispers.

"So are yours," he adds on gently, eyes falling to her cardigan-covered torso. Though she's never said anything, he can tell the marks left on her body from Hydra's experimentation cause her to be self conscious.

She scoffs sadly, "That's cause you haven't seen all of them."

"I don't have to," he continues. "I see you. Your heart. Your soul. Who you are as a person. Everything about you is beautiful. Inside and out."

She doesn't say anything, and instead moves to lift the sweater over her head. The crop top black camisole leaves her scarred abdomen and arms exposed.

"This isn't even all of them," she explains, looking down at her lap. "Still think I'm beautiful?"

In an instant, he has her on his lap, both legs on either side of him. "Beyond," he breathes, eyes darting back and forth from her eyes to her lips. "You have no idea what you do to me Amara." He closes his eyes, "How hard it is to control myself when I'm with you. How many times I have to stop myself…" He trails off and she doesn't even have to ask him what he means. The hardness she feels growing underneath her speaks volumes.

She looks up at him innocently, "What if you didn't have to?"

His eyes snap open, "You don't have to-"

"But I want to," she cuts him off, placing her arms around his neck. "I want you. All of you."

He cups her face and stares her straight in the eyes, "Are you sure?"

"I am," she confirms softly. "Just take it slow, okay? No pun intended," she finishes with a smirk, letting her curls out of the hair tie that was holding them up.

He laughs, before her words really sink in, "Wait," he pauses. "Have you ever…" She starts shaking her head slowly.

"I've never been with someone that I cared enough about, or even loved," she explains with a shrug of her left shoulder. "Until now at least." A beat. "Unless you don't want to," she starts to frown and moves to get off his lap. "We don't-" Before she can even finish her sentence; he's switched their positions. Her back is against the bed as he hovers over her, careful not to put too much of his weight on her.

"I just don't want you to regret anything come tomorrow morning," he admits, as his fingers draw circles on her stomach. "I can't even stay the whole night," he continues, frustrated with Shield's policies. If it were up to him, he'd stay every night.

"Then we'll just have to make it quick," she winks, reaching up to caress his hair.

He grins at her reference to the name the media has taken a liking to calling him.

Quicksilver

"No," his smile drops and that infamous, sexy smirk of his appear. "Tonight," his lips go to her neck planting kisses as his hands move to play with the hem of her top. "Tonight, you shall see not everything I do requires speed." He parts from her neck only to pull her shirt over her head and just as soon as he's done, he continues his assault on her neck. "Tonight I'll show you how just how much I love you."

Amara would never forget that night. It was painful, amazing, tiring, yet fulfilling all at once. True to his word, Pietro was unable to stay with Amara the whole night. He was granted leniency with the rules, but being caught in bed together would push it. Moreover, he had to remind himself that Amara was just a Shield agent, not an Avenger. They wouldn't be so easy on her. He didn't want that. So, in the middle of the night, he (reluctantly, very reluctantly) quietly snuck out Amara's room.

When she first woke up, Amara couldn't deny the disappointment at waking up alone. Sure, she knew she would, but reality didn't set in until she turned over and saw the empty space. She also couldn't deny or ignore the painful throbbing in between her legs as she dragged her aching body out of bed.

To make matters worse, as soon as she made her way downstairs she was informed that she would be doing one-on-one training with Romanov.

"You didn't," was the first thing Amara heard her friend and fellow agent as she sat down at the table with her and Wanda.

"Didn't what?" Amara questioned, giving Skye a confused expression. Skye was one of the first people, aside from the twins, to welcome her into Shield. It also helped that Skye too had abilities. She was what they called an Inhuman. Skye, Wanda, and Amara all grew very close in a short period.

Skye smirks knowingly, "I'd recognize that wobble anywhere Mar."

Wanda's eyes go wide, "You and Pietro-"

Amara quickly 'shh's both of her friends, "I'd rather the whole facility not know if you don't mind."

"So you did," Skye crosses her arms. "That would explain the noise-"

"You know, if this were anyone else, I'd love to chat with you two, but considering it's my brother, I think I'll sit this one out." Wanda grimaces, as she stands up with her tray. "I need to talk to Vision anyway. I'll see you guys later." She says with a small wave before walking out of the café.

"Did you really hear us?" Amara whispers frantically, apprehension growing in her stomach.

Skye laughs, "Of course not. I was just messing with you." Amara glares and flips her the middle finger. "So," The brunette trails off.

Amara sighs, "You wanna know how it was?"

"Not a full and thorough rundown. Just a summary. CliffNotes," Skye shrugs causally. "Not that I don't already have an idea. I mean, every part of that man is enhanced right?" Amara blushes profusely, "I'm just glad to see he didn't kill you."

"Just my cervix," Amara mutters, worming around in her chair. "It gets better right? Don't get me wrong. It was fucking amazing. This post sex feeling though? Not so much."

"It does," Skye reassures. "For most people at least."

"Most?" Amara repeats.

"Well," Skye chuckles nervously, realizing that probably wasn't the best thing to say. "For me, yeah. It was just the first few times then nothing but smooth sailing. But I've had friends tell me that the pain doesn't really go away. It just, diminishes? I don't know how to explain it."

"Great," Amara groans, forcefully stabbing her food.

"Hey," Skye reaches out to grab Amara's free hand. "Cheer up. You have an amazing, freakishly hot, and talented," she winks at the last adjective making Amara laugh. "-boyfriend who just rocked your world. Aftershocks are just a minor side effect." A beat. "Things could always be worse girl."

"You're right," she smiles at her friend. "For once, my life isn't a fucked up HBO inspired original. I can't complain." A beat. "Training with Natasha-"

Skye almost spits out her orange juice, "Natahsa? As in Romanov? You have training with her today?" Amara nods, looking at her friend strangely. "Hurry up and finish eating."

"Why?" Amara frowns.

"We need to get to the infirmary ASAP and get you some pain pills," Skye gulps down the last bit of her coffee.

"It's not that bad Sk-" Amara tries to reason, but is quickly cut off.

"Have you ever trained with Natasha before?" Amara shakes her head 'no'. "That's what I thought. They don't call her "Black Widow" for nothing Mar. She's gonna work your ass to the grave. We need to get some medicine in you before you start so you don't drop dead on her."

"Fuck," Amara moans, running her hand over her face.

"Yeah, no. Pretty sure that's what got you into this mess in the first place."

"Skye!"