Hi, here's another little drabble about Sam and one of the avengers, this time Quicksilver. This is set a little bit after the battle against Ultron and everyone had moved into Avengers tower. Quicksilver went into a coma, and when his body healed he woke up, extremely alive. The twins are still learning to trust the people around them, but they've finally accepted that this is where they belong.
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Pietro laughed, ruffling his twin's hair. She glared at him but he ignored her, easily dodging the playful punch she swung at him. He didn't like this place, the Avengers tower, but it was warm and safe and he was with his sister. As long as they stayed together nowhere would be too bad. When they had first entered the project to enhance them, it had been torturous week after torturous week of tests, followed by years of the agony that had been coursing through their bodies when the enhancement was going on. But they had been together, so it was okay.
So far he had spent most of his time learning how to dodge bullets with Hawkeye (that guy was intense when he wanted to be), and not really talking to anyone else. Apart from when Cap decided to do a group activity or a briefing, they stayed as far away as possible from the rest of the team. Wanda only seemed to be getting along with Vision. They were getting on a little too well, as a matter of fact. Unfortunately he couldn't threaten to drop someone who could fly of the top of a tall building, but he'd find a way of getting through to it that no one hurts his sister and gets away with it.
One good point of this place though, was the food. It was constantly available whenever he needed it, and he burnt through calories fast so constant eating was pretty necessary. He didn't have to worry about his sister having enough to eat, or where the food came from and how they would pay for it. That's where they were heading now, to grab a bite to eat before the kitchen got too crowded.
When they got there, however, he kitchen wasn't as empty as they expected. A man with dark skin wearing shield combat gear had his back to them, searching for something in one of the cupboards. Just as they were about to back out Pietro's stomach rumbled, the man turning around with a start.
"Hey. I'm guessing you're the twins, right?" His voice was light and gentle, and there wasn't the wariness in his kind eyes that most people had in theirs when they saw the twins. "I'm Sam, Steve's friend. I'm staying here for now, until things settle down a bit more."
"I'm Wanda, and that's Pietro." His sister shook Sam's hand, and he did the same. If Wanda thought the guy was good it meant he probably was.
"Nice to meet you, Wanda, Pietro. Just shows how big this place is, we've lived in the same tower for a couple of days and never bumped into each other." The thought of Stark living in a place like this while he and his sister were starving back when they were children made him clench his fists, saying abruptly.
"We came in for food, so if you excuse me." Sam looked taken aback for a minute or two, before he shrugged and pointed to the fridge.
"There's a few leftovers in there, if you're starving. But if you can wait an hour or so I'm gonna make something."
"What are you going to make?"
"I'm thinking homemade pizza, is that alright with you?" Pizza just happened to be Pietro's favourite food, and his stomach growled again.
"That sounds good to me."
"I'll be making quite a lot though, and if you two aren't doing anything I could sure use a hand."
He knew he was letting his guard down, but his stomach was growling, Wanda was tugging on his hand and he was plain tired of being wary all the time. "Okay, we'll help out." Sam's face broke into a wide smile, showing of his glowing white teeth, in sharp contrast to his dark skin. Beside him Wanda was smiling too, and even though it was tiny, hesitant smile it reminded him of what it was like back when she smiled all the time. "But we have no idea how to make pizza."
"Well, I'll just have to show you the ropes, won't I?" The twins couldn't help but return his grin as he lined the ingredients along the counter top. They took up most of the space.
"That's a lot of food for six people." Pietro could remember a time when that much pizza would have lasted him and his sister for a month.
"Well, Thor eats like every meal is a feast, every time Banner hulks out he uses up pretty much all his energy, and Clint is extremely fond of midnight snacks, so I make enough to fill the fridge as well so anyone who gets hungry can hep themselves." He glanced towards the blonde meaningfully. "Besides, Cap needs to eat constantly. He's got a super metabolism, which is probably why he's Captain Small Ass."
He couldn't keep in the chuckle, and soon the three of them were laughing along. Pietro felt comfortable, almost like he didn't have to be wary here. He liked the feeling.
Pietro looked over to his twin beside him. She was focused on kneading the dough. Before she had the chance to look up a handful of flour was already in the air, covering her clothes. Pietro laughed beside her, only for a spark of red to appear in the bag of flour and it to suddenly explode with such force it covered the walls, the floor and him. He threw some more flour at her, only for her to dodge and for it to land directly on Sam face.
They both went silent as he looked up, deliberately wiping the flour out of his eyes. Then he picked up the entire bag of flour and poured it upside down on the twins.
Ten pizzas, five wasted bags of flour and two smashed eggs later, the three emerged triumphantly from the kitchen. For the first time in too long the tension had left, and the weight of the world on his shoulders seemed a little bit lighter.
"I like cooking with you, Falcon." He nodded along to his sister's statement.
"Yeah, I like cooking with you two. But you're the ones who're going to explain to Pepper what happened to her spotless kitchen."