Take It Slow (Quicksilver x Reader)

Take It Slow (Quicksilver x Reader)

"Can I help you?" You held your pen up, ready to take the young man's order.

He jumped, looking up. Electric blue eyes looked up at you from under a head of blonde hair, dark roots showing.

"Can I take your order?" You asked again.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry." Sweet Jesus that accent was glorious. You tried not to stare as the man ran a hand through his hair, smiling up at you. "Could I have a decaf coffee and some pie please?"

Oh shit, you were so screwed.

"What kind would you like?"

"What would you recommend?" He asked, still with that incredible smile on his face.

"Um," it took you a second to remember what it was you were supposed to be doing. "The- the apple turnovers are amazing. They aren't technically pies, but they're worth it."

"Alright." His smile grew. "I'll have one of those please."

"Yeah," you stammered. "I'll be right back with that."

"Thank you beautiful."

You felt your face burst into flames and you hurried into the kitchen, praying he didn't see your blush.

You grabbed his coffee from behind the counter and pulled one of the turnovers out from the heated display case. You were walking back over to his table when it happened. The heels of your uniform shoes were thin and high, and the ground was slippery because of last night's rain. You couldn't say exactly what happened, but if you had to guess, your foot stepped on a particularly wet patch, and you went down.

You yelped, feeling your foot slide out from under you and watching in slow motion as the coffee pot tipped towards you, it's boiling contents ready to dump on your head. You braced yourself to hit the ground, and to feel the burn of the hot coffee, but it didn't come.

Opening your eyes slowly, you realized you were hovering mere inches above the ground, with a strong arm around your waist. You looked up in surprise to see your pretty Russian patron smiling down at you, the full coffee pot in the hand that wasn't around your waist.

"It looks like you just fell for me." He said with a smile.

You blushed, stammering an apology and promising to return with a new turnover. He just smiled at you, helping you to your feet and sitting back down. You took off back behind the counter, hiding for a few minutes before deeming it safe to venture out again.

You managed to serve him without any other incidents, which was a plus. He stayed even after he'd finished his turnover and the coffee, reading a newspaper quietly. Twice you walked over to refill the coffee cup, even though technically the limit for refills was one.

After half an hour of his sitting there you sucked up your courage and walked back over.

"Are you ready for the bill?" You asked.

He looked up with a smile. "Is there anything else you would recommend?"

You smile shyly. "There are, but I wouldn't want to give you everything on your first visit. What if you never came back?"

He laughed, eyes sparkling. "As long as you are working here, I'm sure I will find some reason to come back."

You grinned, blushing. "Slow down blondie, I don't even know your name."

"I'm Pietro." He said, giving you a strange look. "And actually, most people say it's silver."

"Well," you laughed, "remind me not to go to you for dyeing advice."

"Dying?"

As he said the words, he was transported to another time, and another place. The battle raged around him, and he saw Clint trying to shield a boy with his body. He knew what he needed to do, and he didn't regret it, even as the bullets ripped through his body.

"Yeah, dyeing." You said, your smile more confused now. "You know, like hair."

"Oh." He snapped back to the present, back to the beautiful girl standing in front of him. "I'm sorry, my English, it isn't always so good." He thickened his accent intentionally as he spoke. You didn't seem to recognize him, and for some reason he enjoyed that. He liked being anonymous, looked at for his looks and charm, and not his powers.

"I'm (Name)." You said with a smile. "Hopefully I'll see you around Pietro."

-----/--/-----

"Come on slowpoke keep up." You called behind you, looking over your shoulder to see Pietro a few feet back, staring at you. "What is it?" You asked, backtracking down the small hill.

"Slowpoke?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. Then he burst out laughing so hard he needed to sit down against a tree.

"What's so funny?" You asked, giving him a confused smile.

He wiped years from his eyes, still having trouble breathing. "It's nothing love. It's just that I've been called many things, but slowpoke isn't one of them."

You had been hiking in the woods with Pietro, something he'd asked you to do last night at the diner. He'd been coming in almost every day for the past two months, and the two of you had become friends. You didn't understand why he would sometimes disappear without telling you, leaving some bills and a scribbled sorry on a napkin, but you wanted him to have his own life. Even if you didn't know a lot about it.

You knew he had a sister, but you'd never met her. You didn't know what his job was, who his family was, or even where he lived. It made you nervous sometimes, but you liked hanging out with him, and he made you happy. You didn't want to ruin a good thing.

"Gosh my grandmother moves faster then you, god rest her her soul. What's the hold up?" You slid to a stop in front of him.

"Maybe I'm just taking in the view." He said, smirking.

"The view is at the top of the mountain."

"Not the view I like."

You gasped, laughing and blushing. You ran a hand through your hair, turning away. Strong hands grabbed your hips and you spun around, bumping into his chest.

"Pietro--"

His lips crashed into yours, cutting off your words. You drowned in him, surrounded by that smell that was uniquely his, with his strong hands on your waist. You slid your hands into his silky hair, moaning into his mouth.

"Wait." You said breathlessly, pushing him away. "I want to, I want to take this slow."

Pietro smiled slowly, his eyes glinting. "If that is what you want beautiful, I can take things slow." He grabbed you around the waist again, and the world spun.

When your vision cleared you were standing at the top of the mountain, staring out at a wide valley.

"How--?" You gasped, blinking and looking around in surprise.

"It's beautiful." Pietro said, running his hand down your arm. "I'm glad you dragged me up here."

"But how did we get up here?" You asked, still confused.

"Are you alright?" Confusion was written across his face, but there was laughter in his eyes. "Maybe you should sit down and drink some water."

You nodded, taking a sip when he handed you the bottle.

"Now that we're up here," he said slyly, "maybe we could continue what we were doing down there?"

You laughed. "You're going to be a piece of work aren't you?"

"Don't worry." He smiled. "I'm worth it."

-----/--/-----

The two of you were lying together in your bed, tangled in the sheets. Your head rested on his shoulder, and your fingers slid over his chest, tracing the round scars that littered it.

"What happened here?" You asked quietly, sliding your finger over another one of the scars.

"Hmm," he turned slightly, kissing the top of your head. "It's not important."

"They look pretty important." You said quietly.

"It's nothing beautiful, I promise. Just let it go."

"I don't want to pry, but these look like bullet holes Pietro. I want to know what happened."

He said up slowly, turning blurry eyes to your face. "Can't you just live in the present? What happened in the past, it's behind me. I don't want to think about it."

You frowned. "But the past defines who we are. And I know nothing about yours. I don't really know anything about you."

"You know I'm in love with you." He said quietly, rolling over you so that his forearms were all that kept the two of you apart. "That's all that matters."

You leaned up and kissed him gently. "I just want to know you." You said quietly. "I've told you everything about me, and you're still this puzzle."

"I thought you liked puzzles?" He teased.

"Not when I can't solve them." You sighed. "I love you too you know. I just, I want to really know the man I'm in love with." You rolled over with a sigh, snuggling into the covers.

Pietro rolled off you but kept one arm draped over your waist, resting his head against your shoulder. "I'm sorry beautiful. I'm just worried that, if you know all the parts of me, you won't like what you see."

You reached up with one of your hands, running it over his cheek. "I'll always like you blondie. Don't you think it's time I like all of you, and not just the parts you show me?"

He sighed, staring at the ceiling long after you had fallen asleep. He wanted you to meet Wanda, and Clint, and everyone else, but he didn't know how you would react. He had let the ruse go on for too long, and now he couldn't find a good time to tell you who he really was. You had no idea about his powers, and he didn't know how to tell you. He had never thought he would fall for anyone, but he had, and hard. He couldn't risk losing you.

"I'll introduce you to everyone." He promised quietly. "As soon as I can. I promise."

"Hmm." You moaned slightly with a smile, turning into him.

-----/--/-----

You pulled at the hem of your dress as you walked, feeling uncomfortable. The dress was blue and flowing, resting just above your knees. You would have preferred something longer, but you had to admit that you looked pretty good.

"Stop fussing." Pietro took both your hands in his, walking backwards so he could look at you. "You look incredible. Everyone is going to love you."

You bit your lip. "I just wish we could have met somewhere less… formal, that's all."

"Trust me." He laughed. "It's going to be anything but formal."

His blue eyes looked darker then usual in the silver dress shirt he was wearing. He had rolled up the sleeves and untucked the pants as soon as you'd left the house, and you'd given up trying to fix it. He left his hair wild and crazy, which you loved, while yours was pulled back in a high ponytail.

"Here we are." He said with a smile, gesturing at the building behind him.

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes widened. "Pietro, this is the Avengers tower. What are we doing here?"

He ducked forward, pressing a quick kiss on your bottom lip. "Stark invited us." At your confused look his smile faded, and he looked uncomfortable. "I promise I'll explain everything alright?"

You nodded slowly, following him into the building.

~"Hello Mr. Maximoff."~. A voice echoed from somewhere in the room, making you jump. ~"I see you've finally decided to bring Miss (Name) to see us."~

"That's Jarvis." Pietro whispered, leaning down so his breath tickled your ear. "He runs the house." Standing back up, he addressed the AI. "Is everyone upstairs already?"

~"Yes sir. And they're all very eager to meet your guest."~

"Alright tell them we'll be up in a minute." Pietro looked back at you then, fear evident on his face. "I need to tell you something."

You looked at him with wide eyes, trying to fight through your confusion. "How do you know Tony Stark?" You asked.

"He-- his bombs killed my parents ten years ago." Pietro said quietly. "My sister and I, we joined Hydra to get back at him. They did… things to us."

You took a step back, realization hitting you like a slap in the face. "You--" you stumbled back another step before turning and running for the exit.

Pietro was in front of you in a second, and you slammed into his chest.

"(Name), I'm sorry." He said frantically, grabbing your upper arms. "I just didn't know how to tell you--"

"You didn't know how to tell me you were an Avenger?" You snapped, anger burning in your stomach. You lashed out with your fist, hitting him into the chest. He just stood there, letting you hit him again and again until your hands stung.

He put his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from taking off again. "Please just give me a chance to explain." He begged. "Come upstairs and meet everyone, and then if you still want to go, I promise I won't stop you."

You looked at him with angry tears in your eyes. "You have fifteen minutes."

He nodded, grabbing you bridal-style and taking off up the stairs.

You stumbled when he put you down two seconds later, now at the top floor of the building. He kept his hand on the small of your back, keeping you steady. You were in a room filled with people, none of whom had noticed your entrance yet. Before you had a chance to yell, or panic, or run, you were swarmed by familiar faces.

"Roadrunner, is this the lovely (Name) we've been hearing so much about?" Tony Stark shook your hand with a flirty smile. "You're too beautiful for trash like him." He winked at you.

You almost passed out. Tony Stark was shaking your hand. He was winking at you! Before you could think of anything else to say a red haired woman nudged Tony to the side.

"Ignore him he's harmless." Pepper Potts pulled you into a hug. "I'm so glad Pietro finally decided to introduce you to us. He's been telling us so much about you."

"He hasn't said anything about you." You blurted out, too overwhelmed to process what you were saying.

"I'm sorry about that." Pietro said quietly from behind you.

"The kid's an idiot." Another red haired woman stepped forward, holding out a hand. "I'm Natasha Romanoff."

"I know." You said, taking her hand. "Believe it or not, I do own a tv and keep up with the news. I just--"

"Never though someone as big of a loser as Pietro could be a superhero?" A beautiful brunette walked up behind you, touching Pietro's hand before smiling at you. "I know, I have trouble believing it too." Her accent was the same as Pietro's. Even with the hair colour difference, you knew right away that this was his sister.

"I know you're upset." She said quietly as she pulled you into a hug. "But my brother only lied to protect his heart. Too many people have let him down. He couldn't risk you hurting him until he was sure."

"Sure of what?" You asked as she pulled back.

"Sure that he loved you." She smiled, disappearing with a man who, if you weren't mistaken, was pink.

"I swear, I did not tell her to say that." Pietro said guiltily, snapping your attention away from the other man and his strange pigmentation.

"I believe you." You replied, wanting to say more. Before you could a man with long blonde hair stepped forward, holding out his hand.

"It is wonderful to meet you Lady (Name)." He said, shaking your hand firmly. "Like Stark said, you are far too beautiful for our silver runner."

"Surfer!" Tony groaned. "Silver Surfer!"

You laughed, unable to resist the energy in the room. Everyone welcomed you with open arms, making you feel welcome and not at all foolish for your discomfort. You and Steve got along immediately, and he kept you company. Pietro hung back, giving you space while you reached a decision.

Of course, you'd made up your mind the second you had met everyone, but you wanted him to suffer a little before telling him. Payback.

-----/--/-----

"--so I drop the tank at his feet and go 'you looking for this?'"

You laughed at Rhodey's story, and he grinned, pleased that someone in the crowd of superheroes was impressed. Steve had gone off to talk to Sam and Rhodey had kept you company on the balcony.

Thor had been telling battle stories earlier, leaving you in awe of the god of thunder. You didn't want to ask, but you were really curious as to where his brother was. Was that wrong?

"Just go talk to him already."

You looked up in surprise to see a man with light brown hair sit himself down beside you on the couch. "I'm Clint." He said, holding out a hand, which you shook.

"Why should I go talk to him?" You asked. "He lied to me, and kept all of this a secret."

Clint rolled his eyes. "I could give you the speech about him doing it to protect you, to keep you safe from the bad guys, and try to convince you that he loves you, but you already know that don't you? You just want to see him sweat before you tell him it's okay."

You smiled. "I'm a horrible, petty person."

He grinned at you, lifting his glass. "The little bastard deserves it. Just tell him soon or he might have a stroke from the stress."

You looked down at our own drink, still smiling, when you felt his hand touch your shoulder.

"(Name)?" Pietro said quietly, putting a hand on your back.

Clint excused himself and disappeared into the crowd. You turned around to see Pietro, looking uncomfortable in his untucked dress shirt, rubbing the back of his neck nervously with one hand.

"It's been two hours, and the party's starting to die down." He said. "Do you want me to take you home?"

You sighed. "Listen, I'm still really and at you."

He took a step back, removing his hand from your back. "I understand. I just don't want you going home alone."

"Listen, Pietro, you lied to me, and it really hurt. I don't--"

"I know, and I'm sorry, and I understand if you don't want to see me again." He said quickly, cutting you off.

"That's not what I was going to--"

"I never should have lied to you."

"Pietro--"

"I should have told you the truth from the start, but I was scared."

"Pietro, I--"

"I just wanted you to like me for me, not my speed. I--"

"Pietro!" You smacked a hand over his mouth. "Slow down. Let me get a work in please."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm mad." You said. "I'm hurt, and I'm mad." He dropped his gaze. "Hey, I'm not done. I may be upset, but I still love you."

His eyes snapped back to your face and you felt his lips stretch into a grin against your hand. Before he could open his mouth and say anything else, you pulled his head down and kissed him.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly and pulled you close, leaving you breathless.

"So you forgive me?" He asked, resting his forehead against yours.

You nodded. "Yeah. I forgive you." Feeling a sly grin spread across your face, you added, "I still think you're a slowpoke though."

"Oh really?" He had a sly grin of his own on his face. "You're going to regret saying that." He grabbed you around the waist. "Brace yourself love. This is going to be fun."

"Wait!" You yelled, laughing. "I still want to take it slow!"