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“And you are going to get us both killed using that shield like an umbrella.  Vibraniam is still a conductive metal.”

He wheeled a few feet away from Steve.

“I do not need you to bring the lightning down on me, old man.”

He closed his eyes and sighed.

“My mother used to take Wanda and I outside in storms like this.  It was her way to teach us to not be afraid of thunder and lightning.”

He reached his hand out, gathering rain drops in his hand.  Sun was already starting to break through the clouds in areas.  

“Summer storms.  They hit fast and furious and then they end just as quickly as they come.”

The sound of thunder was already rumbling in the distance and the rain was slowing as sun came through, fighting off the clouds.  Within three more minutes, the sun was shining in the area as if the storm had never come.  Soon it would dry the ground and there would be no sign at all.

He turned his head to look at the Captain.

“I start more intensive therapy tomorrow.  My spine has fully healed.  Now it is time to relearn to walk.  To regain strength in my legs.”

He looked away.

“I am terrified.”

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    No one was left untouched by the destruction of Ultron, but some had lost more than others. Steve couldn’t help but think this as he watched Pietro wheel his way through headquarters every day, angrily muttering when anyone even looked his way. He could understand more than anyone the sense of helplessness the other had to have been feeling, so he gave the man his space. Sure, he made sure to include him in team decisions, but for the most part, the team’s leader didn’t bother Pietro. He didn’t pester him, baby him; no, Steve treated him like an Avenger.

    Having just finished discussing some matters with Natasha about the whereabouts of the former Winter Soldier, he stepped out of the conference room, his boots echoing loudly in the hallway as he made his way to the cafe, where he’d promised he’d meet Sam. He stopped, however, when he saw Pietro take himself out the door, right into the middle of a raging thunderstorm. Frowning, he walked slowly, following the other outside. Steve watched for a moment before taking his shield off of his back and raising it above the other, like a makeshift umbrella.

    “You’re gonna catch a cold out here, you know.”

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So…he hadn’t died.

Part of him wished that he had.

He was useless now. He couldn’t walk, couldn’t run, couldn’t help his sister or the team.  Quicksilver was quick no more.  He was stuck.

Sure, he could move his arms and fingers really fast, but what did that matter when he was stuck in a wheelchair?

He hated it.

He was having physical therapy of course.

His spine had been injured when he had been shot, and his body had shut down for about a month while his enhanced metabolism worked to repair damaged organs.  His legs had atrophied and he was stuck relearning to walk.

So…he was alive.

But he wasn’t truly living.

He hated the looks of pity that everyone gave him while he wheeled himself through HQ.  He mumbled in Sokovian under his breath and then yelled at someone who got in his way because they weren’t paying attention because they were texting on their phone.

Always on the phone.

I was enough to drive a man mad.

He rolled himself outside and took a deep breath of air.

It was raining, and he didn’t care that he was getting soaked.

Thunder and lightning crashed around him.

He wondered if one of those bolts would hit him and just end this now.

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He frowned at the other man before his eyes moved to said pastry.

“I will race you for it.”

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“Wanda is all that I have.  It has been just the two of us since our parents died.  I am supposed to protect her and now she is looking up towards Vision for companionship and protection.  I am losing her.”

He ran his hands over his face.

“But...maybe this is a good thing?  Could leave me open to expand my horizens.”

That was horrifying to him.

“The world isn’t gonna end because your sister gets a boyfriend. And you aren’t losing her to an android if they are dating. It’s a good thing if she expands her circle of friends.”

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“I have no idea.  They could be together.  She giggles.  She does not giggle, Clint.  She laughs.  But he makes her giggle.  I think she may be in love.”

He groaned.

“I am losing my sister to an android.”

“How did I become the designated food provider of this group?” Not that he really minded; it gave him a chance to cook for more than just himself and Kate. “What’s going on with your sister and Vision? Are they like dating or just being friends?”

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“That is a very good question.  I guess any idiot that tries to catch me.”

He smirked.

“So any enemy of The Avengers.”

He moved at a normal pace now as he walked with Clint.

“So, Wanda is hanging out with Vision again, leaving little old me all alone.  So, you should take me out and buy me ridiculous amounts of food.”

Clint shook his head and chuckled to himself. If it weren’t so amusing, he was pretty sure he’d be annoyed about Pietro’s antics but it was nice to see the younger happy. “If you’re the roadrunner, who’s Wile E Coyote?”

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Pietro smirked before running around Clint at top speed and then stopping in front of him again.

“Beep beep.”

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“No surprise.  We are going to a farmer’s market.  I went last weekend with Wanda.  There are so many interesting things.  There are all sorts of baked goods and real local honey for sale. Not to mention the delicious vegetables. Last week there were baby alpacas as well.  We got to pet them.”

He nuzzles his nose up against Steve’s neck, taking in a scent that is purely him.  He loved Steve’s scent.

“It is outside of the city, so it will take a bit of driving.  And all the best stuff goes early.  Plus, I offered to help an older woman set up her stand this week and I have to be there on time.”

He slipped out of the bed and stretched.

“She offered a dozen of her jumbo home baked cookies in return.  They are delicious Steve.”

More than A Night

Steve enjoyed passing time with Pietro. He was funny, sensible, yet sometimes a pain in the ass, but he liked that part of him. He just wanted to spend all of his time with him, no matter what. Of course, as the leader, he had responsabilities, so he couldn’t. Which makes every little moment with Pietro the best moment of the day.

Steve was still in bed, when Pietro joined him and touched him.

“Where are we going?” he asked. “Or is it a surprise?”

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He had officially been with Steve for a full month.  Their dates had mostly consisted of watching movies and going out to eat at various diners. Of course, Pietro always joined Steve for his morning run.  He was the only one that could easily keep up with Steve.  In fact, he had to slow down in order for Steve to keep up.  He could lap Steve in less time than Steve could lap Sam.

It was early morning, before the sun even rose when Pietro slipped into Steve’s room and slipped beneath the covers with him.  He kissed his neck softly, hand running along his side.

“Baby.  You need to get up.  I want you to come somewhere with me.  And we have to leave early.”

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He dodges shards of tile, but a shard still cuts his cheek.  The wound heals quickly though.

He’s running low on energy. He hasn’t been eating enough and he’s just recovered from being ‘dead’.  If he didn’t change the way things were going soon, he would be dead again.

He rested his hands on his knees, eyes locked on the figure before him.

“He has your brother? Then why are your wasting time on me? You should be using your powers against him.  You should take him down and save your brother.  Your priorities are very messed up.”

He forces his back to straighten, but he gets dizzy and falls to his knees.  He really should have stolen more high calorie food.  He was running on empty.

“Fight for what you believe in.  Fight Ultron, not me!”

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The wind stirred with a life of its own. Whistling louder in the older church, its howls echoed across the stone walls sniffing out the few candles that were scattered about the place. Pietro moved with a speed Billy hadn’t seen before. Actually that wasn’t true. He had seen it before, with his brother Thomas. Although the silver haired not so old man moved with such speed it was impossible for Billy’s eyes to follow, the young mage couldn’t help but imagine his brother moving about in those blurs of white and blue. Although Tommy preferred green, he still moved around with a zig zag pattern, never staying still and sometimes running circles around Billy in a bid to confuse his younger brother whenever Ultron had them spur. 

There was something about Pietro that remained Billy of his brother. It wasn’t their similar powers or appearance. No, it was something else, something deeper….

Sensing the man behind him Billy spun around. The pews sprawled in the air carried by the growing force of the wind with such ease one might think they were nothing more than dead leaves being tossed around by the gentlest of breezes. As Billy swung one outstretched hand down a row of pews came crashing down. Their they strong backs and heavy bodies splintering and exploding with such force the cracked the floor’s stone tiles on impact.

“Oh save me the speech! I know all about Ultron’s insane ambition. He ranted and raved about his supremacy over humanity every night like they were fairy tales.  I don’t want to do this, I don’t. But I have to. My bro…I just have to, I’m sorry.”

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