Chapter Nineteen:

Tyron groaned when he woke up. "You do not seem that hard to kill," a familiar voice piped up. Tyron rubbed his skull, which was bearing a bandage at the moment. He must have gotten a concussion, but... He didn't know what from. "I mean, my little sister took you down pretty easy. And you stayed down for three days."

"Psh," he scoffed, "Was barely tryin'. I let her." The man let out a laugh, shaking his head. Tyron looked up, noticing the iron bars blocking him.

"We... Did not have any other cells," the man admitted, probably noticing the strange look he was giving it. "However, if you try to escape, we'll know."

"Well, then I won't," Tyron shrugged. "Ya sister would probably try to kill me, or somethin'."

"True," He agreed, and there was a short silence.

"So... Quicksilver," Tyron said. "What kind of shit name is that?"

"What?!" He frowned, "My name is not shit! It is very nice. I am quick, and my suit is silver. It fits."

"Oh yes, definitely," Tyron deadpanned. "Then, I should be called, what, Black Metal? Because I specialize in metal, and m'black?" The man snorted, and Tyron felt a bit proud for making him laugh.

"In that case, my sister would be Red Magic," He smirked.

"An' Iron Man suddenly makes more sense." Tyron and Quicksilver began to laugh. They laughed so hard that they didn't hear Quicksilver's sister come down the steps.

"What are you two laughing about?" She frowned, narrowing her eyes at Tyron, who stopped laughing when he heard her speak. He tensed, remembering that she was the one that made him relive that memory.

"Nothin' important," Tyron replied easily.

The girl makes an 'uh-huh' sound coupled with a sideeye, Then turns to her brother. "Ultron wants him. He is... Pleased that we were able to get him here."

"He still has a concussion," Quicksilver says, "He can speak with him later."

"Actually," a new voice sounds as it descends down the steps. "I will speak with him now." Tyron sat straighter as the metal megalomaniac himself. "Hello, glad to finally see you. Tyron, wasn't it?"

"What's it to ya?" Tyron narrowed his eyes.

"Can't we have a simple one-on-one talk," Ultron asked smoothly. "Without this," he waved his hand, "... Hostility?"

"Sure," Tyron agreed, "Why the fuck did ya slice off that guy's arm?"

"You mean Klaue's? I had a... bout of anger, you might say. He upset me. Besides, I apologized for it."

"So, if I stabbed homegirl over there, then apologized to him, that would make it okay?" Tyron narrowed his eyes. Pietro and the red girl tensed at his words.

"You would not be able to," The girl replied testily.

"It was an example," Tyron rolled his eyes. "What m'tryin' to say is that, what ya did was pretty fucked up. Ya keep spouting shit 'bout peace an' stoppin' the people who are the issue, but then you do fucked up shit like this. Man, who's gonna wanna listen to ya if ya jus' gonna do that? Wha' kinda leader is that?"

"I understand your complaints," Ultron nodded. "And I agree, I shouldn't have cut off Klaue's arm. However, I proved a good point, to him and all the vermin that followed him."

"Which was?"

"That any man that tested me would be punished." Tyron was silent and Ultron took his silence in stride. "Now that we understand each other - for the most part - I need information."

"Good luck gettin' that from me, then," Tyron chuckled.

"Oh, I won't be getting it," Ultron says, then stepped aside. The girl stepped forward, her eyes fixed on Tyron and filled with hate. "Get whatever you can on anything Avengers related. If we know where they are and what their next move will be, we'll know how to stop them next."

"Gladly," she grinned, magic dusting her fingers. Tyron tensed, he didn't want to go through what he did earlier. It was so realistic, he couldn't take another one.

Tyron clenched his teeth, glaring at the girl. "I'll be back to check on any improvements," Ultron said and begins up the steps.

The girl twirled her fingers and immediately, Tyron was reliving his moments with Baron. Tyron screamed, as Baron used his body. When he finished, he called the others in. Anyone on base who wanted a chance at him was allowed it. Anyone at all. This was his punishment for saving the life of a little girl. For tugging on his chain. He was forced to be a whore for Baron.

Tyron panted, trying to get rid it the memory, of the experience. Whatever it was, he didn't want to see it. He clenched his head in his hands, trying to stop the tears falling down his face. "Bad pet, bad pet," He murmured. Baron was going to kill him. He couldn't snitch on anyone, Baron would actually kill him.

"What did you do to him?" A voice demanded, concerned. A girl said something that wasn't English, but didn't answer his question.

"Please, Baron, I-" he was strapped a hook on the ceiling by his arms, and Baron wanted a punching bag. He gasped whenever Baron's monster-sized fists slammed into his ribcage. "M'sorry! M'sorry! Bad pet, bad pet, bad-"

"Дерьмо(shit)! You triggered something, something is wrong, Wanda!" The man snapped at the girl. "We need information, we do not have to torture him this bad!"

"I did not mean to go that far!" The girl replied, panicking too. "I just - I saw Stark and I got upset!"

Baron tied him to a side-turned table and pointed the machine gun he usually used for gang fights at Tyron. "Please, stop!" He begged. "Please, m'sorry! I won't do it 'gain! M'sorry! M'sorry, please!" Baron fired and a strangled scream crawled out of Tyron's throat.

"I cannot calm him down," the girl said. "This is not me anymore. I cannot stop him!"

"Let me in there," the man said, trying to find the keys.

"No! He is dangerous! He could kill you!" The girl argued.

"He'll have a heart attack and kill himself if someone does not help the kid, damn it!" He snatched the keys from the girl, and shoved them in the key hole.

He opened the door, but all Tyron saw was Baron opening the bedroom door. He had another man beside him. His newest rentee. His heart sped and sweat increased on his brow.

He was talking, talking to him. He sneering, he being concerned. He was confident and closed the door, he was confused and wanted to help. This man was going to kill him. Kill him!

"I am not going to hurt you," the man said gently, holding out a hand. Tyron scrambled back, but he felt the weight of the ropes keep him in place. As if it were an anchour in the middle of the ocean, confining him to the bottom.

The man undressed before him, smirking and whispering all of the things he would do to Tyron. "Please, kid, calm down," The man said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're my little slut," Baron whispered in his ear, and Tyron jumped, covering his ears, as if it would help block out the man.

"Please," his throat choked with a sob. "Please, don' do 'is," he begged.

"I am not, I will not do anything," He assured. Then, he sat down. "I will not do anything. We can just talk, alright?"

"I got it. I stopped the hallucinations," the girl said and Tyron turned, shocked. He felt the weight of his memories lift off him, for a moment. He was able to think more clearly. This wasn't the Yard, he told himself. This wasn't the Yard. He wasn't with Baron. He was... He was safe.

The girl looked down at him and she was... Sad. "I'm sorry. I did not mean to..." She trailed off.

"Wanda go upstairs," The man ordered. After a quick look at him, and a silent argument, she finally relented and started up the steps.

Once she was gone, Tyron relaxed. He let out a breathe that he didn't know he was holding. He wiped at his face, "Goddamn," he murmured. He sniffed, trying to stop himself from trembling.

"Are you alright?" Quicksilver asked.

"She... She brought up a lot of memories I didn't want to remember..." Tyron murmured, trying to catch his breath.

"I saw... Who... Who is Baron? Your father?"

"How do ya know that?" Tyron asked, not trying to sound intimidating.

"Wanda showed me," he replied. "We... We saw everything you just did..."

Tyron was silent a moment, "Baron... Ain't my father. He's a gangleader up in Brooklyn back home. He runs this gang full'a mutants and whatever. We sold drugs, brought him money, got in fights, whatever. I... I was his favourite pet, 'cause I can't get killed easy. I did eerands for him, killed people he wanted dead, scared people straight, ya know?"

"Then why did he treat you like..." He didn't finish, but his blue eyes looked dark, like a storm was brewing.

"He wanted me to kill a lil' girl," Tyron explained. "I couldn't. I didn't. I was punished..."

"And..." Quicksilver looked a bit conflicted, as if he didn't want to ask. "You are... A girl...?"

Tyron winced, "Wha' gave it away?"

"It was hard," Quicksilver admitted. "But, the memories did. Do your little friends know too?"

"Only two of them. Well, then, and JARVIS knew, but Ultron killed him, so..."

"Who is-er, was JARVIS?"

"He was an AI. Like Ultron. I... Dunno why he killed him. But," Tyron looked down. "M'gonna kill him for it."

"But... This JARVIS was just a computer. Can you not just rebuild it?"

"I dunno. I don't think it'll be the same if we do, though," Tyron sighed, rubbing his face.

"How old are you?" He suddenly asked.

"Why?" Tyron said automatically.

"Just asking. Are you... Fifteen?" Tyron snorted, laughing. "What? Was I too far off?"

"I'll be seventeen in a few weeks," Tyron snickered.

"Damn, really?" Tyron nodded, "I just turned nineteen." Tyron's eyes bulged and he suppressed a laugh. "What? How old did you think I was?"

"Well, I mean," he snickered, "With the gray hair, ya could pass as a sixty-year old." Quicksilver swatted his arm and Tyron tell in a bout of laughter. "Seriously though, I thought ya would be, like, twenty-something."

"I do not look that old," He huffed. "And it's silver, not gray!"

"Keep tellin' ya self that, old man," Tyron laughed again, earning another half-hearted swat on his arm.

"Tyron is a strange name," Quicksilver commented.

"Nah-uh," He frowned. "I knew three other Tyron's back where m'from. Besides, who makes their child Quicksilver?"

"Quicksilver is not my real name," He frowned. "It is Pietro."

"Mmm," Tyron hummed. "Still weird." He earned another hit on the arm for that, and he laughed.

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Pietro came whenever he could for the next few days. They talked for hours about anything and everything. He told him about his background, and went into why he and his sister hated Tony so much. Tyron nodded, understanding the pain of losing a loved one, especially a parent, and being helpless to save them.

Pietro brought him food, but it was always left alone, for obvious reasons. He hadn't exactly explained to Pietro why he didn't eat, and whenever Pietro noticed, he didn't question. Pietro never questioned anything Tyron did. Tyron never had someone like that in his life, someone who listened to what he had to say. Someone who understood his losses, understood how it felt to be different from the rest of society. Tyron always felt resented by people because of things he couldn't change - the colour of his skin, his mutation, his sexuality - and Pietro understood.

As the next couple days came and passed, and Tyron spent more time with him, he began to realize things he hadn't realized before. The way his blue eyes lit up when he laughed. How when he smiled, wrinkles formed around his mouth. The pearly whites of his teeth. His thick accent and feel voice, that sent chills down his spine. Not the bad kind, though. The kind that made his stomach twist and his ears grow hot.

As the two spent more and more time together, Tyron realized how hard it was for him to focus on their conversation. He began to think about things that could be more. He vaguely wondered if his lips felt as soft as they looked...

One day, Pietro had been telling him about how he broke his arm when he was young. "I was climbing a tree near our yard," he said, smiling. "And I told Wanda that I could be a sloth. She, of course, did not believe me. So, I had to prove her wrong. And, I did it for about two seconds, then I fell on my face."

"Ouch!" Tyron laughed, "Why would ya even try that?"

"I could not let her think I could not be a sloth!" He pouted.

Tyron laughed loudly, covering his mouth with his hand. "That's the saddest thin' I've ever heard!" He suddenly realized that Pietro wasn't laughing, and stopped. He was staring at him, a tint of pink on his pale cheeks.

Tyron looked down, he never felt this embarrassed before. God, was Pietro upset? He honestly didn't know what to do. He was such a-

He didn't finish his thought. Pietro lifted his chin, making him look into those deep blue eyes of his. Then, Pietro's pink lips were on his. Tyron was shocked, at first. All those times he was forced to have sex, and kissed men, he didn't know what to do.

Then, he relaxed, and kissed him back. He's seen movies about the girl and the guy kissing in front of a sunset, or in the rain, or right before a tradegy.

Tyron's real first kiss was in a dingy, damp cell under a church while he was taken captive by a murderous robot.

He wouldn't have had it any other way.

Suddenly, the two were on the ground, tasting each other, feeling each other's bodies. They were forced to stop when a agitated, "Uh-hum!" sounded from the other side of the cell.

Pietro and Tyron sat up immediately to see an annoyed looking Wanda, her eyes narrowed and her arms crossed. "Ultron wants us."

Pietro looked down at Tyron guilty, and he smiled, "M'not goin' anywhere," Tyron said. Pietro smiled, then pecked him with his lips and went up the steps. Wanda gave him a suspicious look before following after his brother.

Tyron stared at his hands, then giggled, covering his face with his arms. He was in love. He was in love. He didn't know that this was what it felt like to be in love. God, that word 'love'. He almost didn't want to use it. What if he wasn't enough? God, he was so full of issues, he didn't want to put Pietro in that too.

What if Pietro got hurt? What if he got Pietro killed!? What would he so - what could he do? If Pietro died, Tyron didn't think he could live with himself.

Tyron rubbed his face, trying to wash the worry away. It was one kiss - well, technically two - and now he's going to worry himself to death worrying for Pietro. Everything was going to be fine. Pietro was smart, and cute, and funny. But, mainly smart! And he would be perfectly fine.

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Again, divided into another part, sorry for the shortness, but my bby fell in love 3! Pietro is bisexual in my story, if you didn't notice.

I know in several other fanfictions, they keep Pietro alive. In some they don't, I'm not going to say if he lives or dies, but I think you guys will like the finish product.

I'm honestly ecstatic. You don't know how long I've planned this, lmao.

That's all I got for now, so I'll see y'all next time, and remember...

Don't melt~!
- Happyritas OO