Quicksilver x Reader

You were a mutant with the power to stop and slow down time, but everything was still a bit new to you. Yet, it was easy for you to control your power. You just had to think about it, and it happened.

You came from a good, but hard-working family. Your family wasn’t like the rich kids in your schools, but your family had enough money to get enough food, water, and a pretty decent house.

While everyone in school would talk about going to (fancy country) and (other fancy country), your idea of an awesome vacation would be going to a movie theatre and watching a movie with your friends or your family.

They’d always say, “Oh, (name), hi there! I’m going to (country). I hear there’s amazing food there. Anyway, I heard that (random classmate) isn’t going anywhere for vacation. Only poor people don’t have vacations going to (fancy continent). Anyway, where are you going?”

You knew about Robin Hood, who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Why wasn’t there some one like that now? Well, you weren’t poor. But, the popular rich kids did say you were poor, so that counted, right?

You stole for your family. Your family wasn’t poor, but you did lack things like toilet paper SOMETIMES. It wasn’t fair for you or your family.

Some people are born into rich families, and others aren’t.

You only stole things like toothbrushes, junk food, and occasionally, money. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?

You never got caught. The police never tracked you to your home, because it’s pretty hard to track a pair of socks.

Most people would steal a car or a TV, but you would steal things necessary to survive.

There are many reasons why you steal, but the biggest reason was because of your siblings.

Your mother had been a mutant, but your father hadn’t. Your father stayed with your mother for a long time, but after he figured out what she was, he left.

Your mother had to raise you and your sisters. You were the eldest in the family, but you still had two younger sisters.

There were things to worry about, like bills, and taxes, and college funds. Your mother worked off her back to earn some money to pay for the water supply and school fees and etcetera, but there was also college to worry about.

Your mother already had bags under her eyes everyday. She worked both day and night jobs. The easy path out was to steal money to provide college funds for both you and your siblings.

Then when you grew up, you would provide your mother with a good and happy life.

Everything in your life was boring. It was just school and steal. The two big S’s you had to remember.

Nothing else.

Until you met him.

★★★★★

You had been raiding a small supermarket near your house, using your powers to slow down time. You had brought a basket to put your stuff in.

“Toothpaste? Nah, got enough at home… Chocolate? Yes.” You muttered to yourself as you walked through the rows of food and past the other customers.

Everything was going smoothly until a silver ghost whooshed past you.

Well, it wasn’t a whoosh. More like a run.

He had a box of Twinkies in one hand, and a box of Ding Dongs in another.

What surprised you was that he wasn’t in slow motion.

He had to be like you.

You dropped your basket and ran after him. You wouldn’t miss an opportunity like this one.

The boy was too fast for you.

He must’ve lived very close, since he zoomed out of the supermarket before anyone could notice he had been at the supermarket.

After waiting for him to return for a few minutes or so, you noticed that the silver unicorn ghost was running back to the supermarket.

He was about to grab another box of Twinkies.

This would be your only chance to meet someone like you.

You were NOT about to miss it.

You had to do something.

But what?

You squeezed your eyes shut and imagined that time would stop. When you opened your eyes, everything was stuck. The boy wasn’t moving either. You jogged over to him and saw that he was wearing silver goggles and a silver outfit. He kind of reminded you of a unicorn, just without the giant swirly horn on his forehead…

You squeezed your eyes shut and imagined time would start flowing slowly. When you opened them again, you were staring right into the face of the silver haired boy.

“So…. You’re like me, right? … Fast, I mean… Ugh… Hi! I’m… I’m… I’m (name)… (name) (last name).” You stammered.

You slapped yourself mentally. Who in the world would go up to someone, say his or her name, and say, “Are you a mutant?”.  Stuff like that only happened in movies.

Well, you didn’t say, “Are you a mutant?”, but you did say something like, ‘You’re fast, right?’

Similar to “Are you a mutant?”

Okay, not so similar…

You really didn’t remember what you said.

It had to happen… Your brain just had to go ‘Eck! Cute guy! Malfunction! Say random thoughts! Weird the guy out! Forget what your name is! Forget how to talk! FORGET HOW TO THINK!’

What if the unicorn guy thought you were crazy? Maybe he wasn’t a mutant. Just a really, really fast guy. Anything could happen in this strange world.

Instead, the unicorn guy smiled at you. He took off his goggles, and you could see his sparkly eyes.

“I’m Pietro. Yeah, I’m the fastest guy on Earth.” The unicorn guy answered with a grin, but you could see a bit of a show-off look in his eyes.

“Well, I’m the fastest girl on Earth.” You smiled slyly.

After a moment of staring at each other’s eyes, you finally spoke up.

“Yeah, we better get out of here. If we stay in one position too long, they’ll catch it on camera.” You said quickly, noticing the cameras in every position of the supermarket.

“All right, then let’s go.” Pietro grinned, and offered his arm in an old fashioned way.

“I just met you. What if you’re a kidnapper?” You eyed Pietro suspiciously.

“I’m just like you. If you’re like me, you could just run away anytime you want. Or, you’re lying to me. Either way works out for me.” Pietro grinned.

“Good point. Let’s just get outta here.” You smiled back at Pietro and took his arm.

Zoom.

There was no trace of you two in the supermarket.

Except for your basket, forgotten on the floor of the supermarket.

That is how your adventure with Pietro Maximoff began.

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Pietro led you to his home, but you couldn’t help notice that you only lived a street away. And because of your speedy powers, you could come to Pietro’s house anytime you wanted.  

His house seemed pretty cool from the outside, but in the distance, you could see two police cars driving away. The sun was setting, following the police cars.

“Pietro! I told you not to bring the police home again! They’ll be coming here again later in the day, to look for you again!” A woman, who you suspected was Pietro’s mother (or babysitter, but more likely his mother), shouted the moment the door was shut.

A woman walked in from a door on the left and headed towards you, perhaps expecting Pietro to be alone, rather then with a girl.

Pietro’s mother’s angry look faded as soon as she saw you, and was replaced by a smile.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing a girl!” She exclaimed, smiling at you.

“This is (name). (name), this is my mom.” Pietro introduced quickly.

“Nice to meet you (name). I’m Pietro’s mother, but-“

“(name), just call her Mrs. Maximoff or something.” Pietro cut in impatiently.

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Maximoff.” You smiled back at Mrs. Maximoff. She seemed like a nice woman.

Suddenly, a small girl with pigtails ran towards Pietro, smilng. When she saw you, and smile just grew into a giant grin.

“(name), this is my baby sister, Lorna. Lorna, this is (name).” Pietro rubbed the little girl’s head and she giggled.

While Pietro was distracted with Lorna and rubbing her hair, Mrs. Maximoff leaned close to your ear and whispered, “(name), I hope you’ll help me teach Pietro to behave. He’s in constant trouble.”

You nodded, grinning, and replied, “I’ll do everything I can, Mrs. Maximoff. But I can’t promise I can control him.”

Pietro noticed you two talking and took your hand, leading you to a basement.

“This is my awesome basement, slash lair! It’s better than talking to my mom about keeping me out of trouble. By the way, I am NOT in constant trouble, since the police can never catch me.” Pietro glanced at you, a sparkle in his eyes, and a grin on his face.

★★★★★

It had been two weeks since you met Pietro Maximoff.

You had been going to his house in all the spare time you had, but there still was school to worry about.

You knocked on the Maximoff door. Pietro’s kind mother answered the door.

“(name)! It’s nice to see you again! Pietro downstairs.” Pietro’s mother said nicely, “Pietro! (name)’s here!””

“Thanks, Mrs. Maximoff!” You answered happily.

You walked down to the basement and found Pietro sitting on his couch, with his eyes closed. You looked closer, and saw that he was actually asleep.

You walked over to Pietro and poked him. He was out-cold. You sat next to him and cuddled next to him. He still didn’t wake.

Nothing interesting happened. You started whacking Pietro with random objects in the room, not caring if they would cause ‘potential’ and ‘fatal’ damage to Pietro’s head.

Pietro was still out-cold.

Bored, you did the only thing you could think of: Play through Pietro’s stuff.

You played with his Pong game for a while and dug through his stolen junk, but there really wasn’t anything to do.

After staring at him for a while, you took out your pen (which you always kept in your pocket), and started to get ready to doodle on Pietro’s face.

“That’ll teach you not to sleep so much…” You muttered, uncapping your pen.

Pietro was still sleeping. Sometimes, you wondered if the boy slept at night at all.  

Before the pen could touch his soft flesh, you heard giggles from upstairs. Suspicious little girl giggles.

You quickly drew a beard on Pietro’s chin, then randomly sketching on his cheek.

You capped the pen, shoved it into your pocket, and decided to ‘investigate’ the mysterious giggles that obviously belonged to Pietro’s little sister.

You ran upstairs to find Pietro’s little sister dressed in a princess costume, sitting in front of the basement. She was giggling, holding some makeup and a pair of glittering fairy wings.

“Where’d you get that stuff, Lorna?” You asked Lorna, pointing at the makeup.

“I found it upstairs! I’m going to draw on Pietro’s face and make him a fairy princess! He said I could, I think!” Lorna answered happily. “Wanna help?”

She showed you the rose red lipstick, pink sparkling nail polish, and a can of pink spray paint in her hands.  

“Sure I’ll help! Pietro deserves to be a fairy princess. One question though, where’d you get the spray paint?” You asked.

How in the world did Lorna get her hands on spray paint? Unless… Pietro was probably involved.

Lorna looked at the can, and back at you, smiling a toothy smile. “Pietro gave it to me!”

You knew it. Pietro was involved.

You laughed, thinking of the thought of Pietro wearing nail polish and lipstick, with pink-sprayed hair.

Holding Lorna’s hand, you both sneaked down the steps of the basement.

★★★★★

“Pietro!” You shouted as you stumbled down the stairs, landing in his basement.

Pietro was lying on his couch, and he seemed to be sleeping.

You smirked, remembering the last time he slept. You and Pietro’s younger sister had changed him into a ‘fairy princess’. He didn’t even realize it until he went upstairs, when his mother saw his new look. Her mother’s shriek was terrifying, but somehow very amusing.

Pietro hid in the bathroom for an hour, but for normal folks without speedy powers, he was in the bathroom for about five minutes.

However, Pietro made you swear you’d never draw on his face ever again.

Or spray paint his hair.

Or use make up on him.

You silently tip toed over to Pietro, and sat on his stomach. There was a small groan that escaped the silver haired unicorn, but nothing else.

You made yourself confortable on Pietro’s stomach and closed your eyes.

Nothing happened.

Opening your eyes, you saw that Pietro was out-cold.

Slowing down time, you completely laid your body on his, and started poking his cheeks.

Nothing happened.  

It amazed you how Pietro could sleep like this. You were sure that Pietro never slept at night.

After a while of poking Pietro, you laid your ear on Pietro’s chest and closed your eyes.

You could hear his heartbeat and breathing. His breathing seemed to be too fast.

Well, you didn’t suspect him. He was always breathing too fast.

However, this time, it wasn’t him breathing too fast.

Pietro smiled at your sleeping form and started stroking your hair.

You didn’t bother to open your eyes at all.

After a while of hair strokes, you felt a small kiss on your head and drifted into sleep.

★★★★★

You had a nightmare.

A really freaky one.

You had just woken up from the most terrifying nightmare of all time.

You were about to be eaten by a giant spider. And Pietro was there.

Yeah, maybe it wasn’t that scary, but it felt so realistic. In most dreams you had, you didn’t realize it was a dream, everything looked blurry, and you couldn’t control yourself.

In this one, it felt just like real life.

You had been running away, far away, but at first, you didn’t know why you were running.

Then, you saw the giant black body of an eight-legged creature.

No offense to spiders or anything, but you did have a small fear of spiders.

Your small meant big.

The spider got close to you and opened its mouth. It didn’t look like it was going to eat you, but was showing you its mouth, trying to scare you.

Then, your nightmare got scary.

You saw the spider squish Pietro with its long hairy legs.

It was kind of funny, but watching Pietro get squished into a blob isn’t a nice view.

It also meant you lost him.

You lost your Pietro.

When you woke up, you were crying. Your first thought was to find Pietro. For some reason, when you were with him, you felt safe.

You also needed to check if a spider didn’t squish Pietro.

You quickly put on your shoes and ran towards Pietro’s house.

You didn’t even bother to slow down time.

For some strange reason, you had learned how to pick a lock from Pietro, so you took out your bobby pin and started fidgeting with the lock.

Quickly, you picked the lock. However, it was also locked from the inside.

“Pietro! Pietro!” You whisper shouted, hoping that Pietro would hear you.

Someone appeared next to you. Something silver.

“Hey, (name)!” He said happily, grinning.

You turned to face him in surprise. Remembering the nightmare you had, you jumped on Pietro and hugged him tightly.

After a half-second of surprise, Pietro hugged you back.

You slowed down time, so Pietro wouldn’t be ahead of you in time.  

After you felt safer, you let Pietro go.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Well, I was going to let you in.” He looked at you curiously. “What’re you doing here? It’s a bit over midnight. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You asked suspiciously.

“Well, I was wandering the neighborhood when I saw you. I couldn’t sleep. Slept too much in the afternoon, apparently.” Pietro explained quickly, his words too fast to comprehend.

Now you knew what it felt when others talked to you.

“If you’re out here, how’re you going to get in there?” You pointed at his house.

“Wait.” Pietro grinned, and ran to the back of the house. After a few seconds, the door was unlocked. Pietro was standing inside, grinning.

“I don’t even want to know how you did that.” You smiled back at him.

You walked inside to his house and closed the door behind you.

“Do you want me to lock it?” You asked Pietro.

“Nah. My mom’s just over protective. Just lock one, and it’ll be enough.” Pietro waved his hand and walked down to his basement.

After doing what Pietro said, you followed him down to the basement. He was already sitting on his couch, fast asleep.

You smiled at the sleeping Pietro. He was adorable.

You noticed that Pietro was wearing his usually ‘Pietro’ outfit, but he was still wearing his goggles.

You were wearing your pink cupcake PJs.

You walked over to the couch and took off Pietro’s cute, silver goggles. Then, you snuggled next to Pietro, and placed your head on his shoulder.

But, after a minute or two, your head slid down on Pietro’s lap with a small thud.

The position wasn’t very comfortable, so you placed your legs on the couch as well.

Pietro let out a yawn, but really didn’t have any reaction.

You fell asleep straight after that.

★★★★★

“Pietro!” You groaned, “I’m bored.”

You sat on his couch while he was focused on something in his hand. He sat on the opposite side, his head turned, and the thing in his hand concealed.

You could see a small string trailing down from the thing in his hand.

“Pietro! Are you ignoring me?”

“Nope.”

“Pietro!”

“Yeah?”

“Are you still angry ‘cause Lorna and I made you a princess? By the way, I think you still have some pink strands in your hair.”

Pietro raised his left hand and continuously tried to rub the strands in his hair, as if he could rub off the pink.

“No, I’m not angry.”

The thing in his hand was STILL concealed.

Everyone was in slow motion, except for the two of you. Outside, people were running a mile an hour. There wasn’t anything to do.

Pietro didn’t seem like himself. He was always quick and jumpy, but today, he seemed sad and quiet.

You took a pillow from the couch and threw it at him, but Pietro dodged it. The pillow landed on the ground with a small fluffy ‘thud’.

You got up from the couch and ran over to face Pietro, but the moment you did, he hid his hands and the thing he was concealing behind his back.

Annoyed, you picked up your pillow and started whacking it on Pietro’s head.

“Feel the wrath of my pillow!” You shouted, “Show the thing in your hands! Show it! Or face the wrath of the pillow… MASTER! No wait, I can do better than that… PILLOW LORD!”

After a few hits, Pietro dropped the thing in his hands on the couch, covered it up with a pillow, stood up, and hugged you.

You were so surprised that you dropped your pillow and hugged him back.

You let go of Pietro after a few cute moments of hugging.

Pietro smiled, stroked your (hair color) hair, and said, “You are the most amazing, talented, and extraordinary person I’ve ever known. I would never ignore you.”

“You just did, like, two minutes ago.” You pretended to pout, but you felt like it looked more like a grin.

“I wasn’t ignoring you! I-“ Pietro began to say, but stopped in mid-sentence.

He pushed off the pillow, picked up the thing on the couch and gave it to you, a blush forming on his cheeks.

It was a small, heart silver necklace, with a (first letter of your name) and a P on it, entwined together.

You gasped, and gingerly took the necklace.

Turning it around, you saw that it said “I (heart) you”, written with cursive.

There was a small crack in the necklace, and you tried pulling the necklace into two.

Surprisingly, it was easy to pull apart. Apparently, it was two necklaces. You laid them both on your palm.

Pietro grinned. He took the half with your letter, and tied it around your neck.

“Do you like it?” He asked, a look of hope and fear mixed on his face.

“Of course I like it, dummy!” You ruffled Pietro’s silver hair, “I love it! Thank you so much!”

You took the other half with the P and tied it around Pietro’s neck.

After staring at Pietro for a few moments, you kissed Pietro on the cheek.

Pietro’s blush grew, until his cheeks looked like apples.

“Thanks, Pietro! Wait a minute, you didn’t steal this, did you?” You asked him suspiciously.

“What? No! I made it!” He grinned, defending himself.

You giggled, and jump-hugged on Pietro, which caused him to fall on the couch
At that moment, Pietro planted a small, gentle kiss on your delicate lips.

“I love you.” He whispered softly into your ear.

“I love you too.”

“…”

“……”

“………”

“Hey, Pietro?”

“Yeah?”

“Your hair still has some pink stripes.”