theforestsys69

[theforestsys69]

Quicksilver wip

This is the first fan-fiction I’ve ever written so please bear with me.

I started this a month ago and thought I’d post it and see what you guys thought and if I should continue it.

I was enjoying my daily walk, roaming through the field near my house, listening to music as the sun rose. Mouthing the words as if I was singing aloud to 'James Deen You Let Us Down' as I started to pick wildflowers, not completely paying attention to my surroundings, more lost in thought. I had left the X-men a couple of years ago now. The daily stress had taken a horrible toll on me. I had only been there a few years before Charles had pulled me aside and asked if I wanted to take a break as he saw how much the daily threats to me and friends were wearing on me. He offered this property so I could stay close. "Just in case" he said. It was a small ranch house with an equally small ranch built just nearby. I am a happy owner of about 30 acres of land, most of it woods or old fields that grow nothing but weeds and flowers at this point. I barely left except to get groceries once a week. It was just me, my powers and this sweet ranch.

I was suddenly snapped from my thoughts when I felt someone else in them. "Y/N, I'm sorry but we need you at the X-mansion now." Prof. Xavier spoke from Ceribro to my mind.

"What happened?" I pushed the thought to the top of my mind so he could hear it.

"I will explain when you get here."

So I ran from the field, abandoning my flowers to get to my house to change from my ratty pjs and grab my keys.

Once I got to the mansion I noticed the building looked strange, not putting too much thought into it, I quickly ran to the doors and entered them to see.. no one? No kids running around and a mess of the place? I rush to the elevator press the last button for basement.

Once I'm down I am greeted by something new, or rather someone new. He zooms past me then stops and zooms to where I am in a blur and even though I technically witness it all, I barely process it with how fast it happens.

"Sorry hot stuff, private property, ya gotta go." This silver-haired guy spoke far too calmly for someone who probably lived through the scene upstairs.

"No, I definitely belong here." I spoke with confusion painted all over my face. Did Charles not tell them I was coming? I couldn’t help the slight smile that lit my face at the pet name but the confusion covered it. Mostly.

"I'm not that easy, now get out of here." A irritation was starting to join his tone, slightly dropping the nonchalant attitude.

Before I had a chance to respond Charles entered the room. "Ah, I'm glad to see you made it, Y/N.” He said slightly smiling, moving towards us. “I was worried something had happened."

The speedster in front of me seemed shocked with the familiarity he spoke with.

I barely listened to his words, just excited to see him alive and well. "Charles Xavier, you have no idea what a pleasure it is to see you. What all happened around here?" I inquired, the confusion turning to excitement then into worry.

"Come along my dear, join us in the meeting room, we have much to discuss." He told us, words coated with urgency.

The walk to the room was almost entirely quiet, only broken by the occasional sneeze or cough, but I couldn’t focus on that, my attention was entirely on how long the Silverboy had been staring.

Finally turning to face him, I barked “What are ya looking at?” I let the irritation take over more than I would have liked, managing to scare even myself

My next statement is much calmer. “Who even are you?”

“Quicksilver.” He says quickly. Seems on brand.

“Real name.” I state.

“You could have just said you’re curious about me, babe.” He smirks. “It’s Peter Maximoff.” He slightly tilts his head at my slight blush.

“Thank you, Peter.” I say slightly happier now, trying to ignore how he is making me feel and I attempt to put my irritated facade back on.

Our moment is quickly interrupted by Charles announcing we’re here, making me quickly break eye contact. I open the door for Charles and Peter and go in after them, taking a seat next to Ororo who is excited to see me and give me a hug.

“Oh my goddess, how have you been? It’s been forever!” She cooed as she pulled me into another hug.

“I’ve been good, great actually.” I say as I pull away from the hug only to stay attached by her arms still slightly holding me. “After all this you should stop by the ranch, you’d love it.” I smile ear to ear seeing her again after all this time.

“I would love to and I’m sure Jean and Scott would love to see it too! Oh honey, it’s so nice to see you doing good, especially because of how I saw you last.”

She looked sorrowful as she remembered past me. “If this is going to take a toll on you the same please tell me, I’m sure you can go back to retirement, sweetheart, if need be.”

“Thank you, Ororo, but I think I’ll be okay for one mission and honestly? I kinda missed it.” I looked hopeful.

I am once again interrupted by Charles but for good reason. “Dr. Trask is back.” Charles spoke solemnly.

Once the words were spoken I felt a tremble down my spine. “THE Dr. Trask, not someone else with the same name? The guy you guys barely saved me from getting experimented on and killed by? The reason I retired? Totally different guy, yes?” I stood up from my seat, unable to just sit anymore.

Everyone looked away from me except Charles. I wish the sorrow in his eyes was enough to calm my storm. “I’m so sorry Y/N but it’s him. You can either keep half the kids from the same fate as you or worse or walk out. Your choice.”

Ororo took my hand in hers, breaking my eye contact with charles. “Honey, please sit. I know it’s hard, but we need you hun.” Her eyes were pleading.

I looked around to see the same look in all my old friends' eyes, well the ones I could see. Even people I had yet to meet seemed to look at me with some form of hope.

I took a seat and tried to push my feelings back as Charles continued. “We believe he took all the children and is planning on experimenting on them. He has been trying to make better Sentinels and he has so far gotten nowhere.” His tone is stern and serious. “But with the kids, he may be able to use some of their genes to create his dream Sentinels. Some of the kids are safe and were able to escape before getting captured.”

“So what’s the plan?” Scott questioned.

I know, it’s a pretty boring start. So sorry. Tell me what you think and what I should change. Also sorry about writing Storm more southern, it’s how she sounds in my head for some reason lol.

Love and blessings to you all! <33

Divider made by: @dollywons

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