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You spotted Clint fighting off a team of mercenaries in the thick snow and noticed a new batch of armed soldiers preparing to ambush him from the ground above. Throwing the mercenary who attempted to put a bullet in you to the ground, you slid down the snowy slope to your friend. Clint was up on his knee where he had a good angle at the men and shot arrow after arrow before they got to him.
Clint saw you approach from his peripheral vision and prepared for a combination attack. You built up speed as you ran and, just like you’d trained back at Avengers Tower, once your foot was firmly placed on Clint’s shoulder, you sprang up into the air. You grabbed four silver pods from your belt and threw them at the new mercenaries with their guns drawn. As your pods were silver, round and no bigger than golf balls, the soldiers found it difficult to spot as they flew in the air.
That is – until they landed by their feet and exploded. The mercenaries flew backwards as the flames danced in the air and snow flew about everywhere. Proud of your handiwork, you walked over to Clint and helped him up since your part of the forest was now cleared.
“Aren’t you glad I saw them?” you smirked.
“Nice work.” Clint commented as he took your outstretched hand. You pulled him to his feet and chuckled.
“You too.”
The pair of you took a moment to calm your battle-raging nerves and, as Clint looked at the unconscious bodies strewn on the ground, you frowned at your belt.
“Damn.” You cursed. “I’m running out of pods.”
Clint turned his attention to you and noticed the empty pockets. It was in this moment that he wished you both had weapons that didn’t need to be reloaded so often.
“Tony stored refills in the jet. Stay here, I’ll go get it.” he said and wheeled around instantly to make his way through the battlefield once more.
“I’m an Avenger, I don’t stay in one place.”
Clint turned around and continued walking backwards, “Scope out the mercs, gather intel.” He suggested and disappeared over the white hill.
You scoffed at how protective Clint could be and decided to just take his advice. Running your numb fingers through your (h/c) hair, you sighed and turned to the collapsed men on the ground. You surveyed the area once more before cautiously walking over to them. You could hear the shouts of battle in the distance behind you and the Hulk’s fearsome growl echo through the air.
There was a sweeping gust of cold wind that brushed past your back, sending shivers down your spine, but you dismissed it for a second and squinted at the body of the fallen mercenary at your feet.
His hair remained still.
Albeit the air was cold but there was no actual wind that was blowing past. Placing your hand into your belt pocket, you curled your fingers around one of the pods and took in a deep breath. You listened to the silence before whipping around and tossing the pod into the air. Halfway through, the pod burst open and revealed a net concealed inside.
In a mere blink, the net – that was hurtling through the air – disappeared from your sight and was suddenly strung up on a tree branch. You stared at the rope with surprise and were relatively impressed. There was a second chill behind you and, when you turned, the mercenaries had disappeared.
“Is this your idea of showing off or are you afraid that I’ll see you coming?” You asked loudly, hoping to draw out your shadow.
You weren’t fast enough to see it but, you sure as hell felt it, when a strong force rammed into your body and sent you flying backwards. You met with the snow-covered ground once more and rolled a few metres before coming to a stop. You opened your eyes and gasped as your heart hammered in your chest. You saw a man dressed in a dark suit with hair that could blend in with the snow approach quietly.
It took a while but you recognised the man to be Pietro Maximoff, or Quicksilver as you nicknamed him – the speedy and tempered Maximoff twin.
During the briefing at Avengers Tower, you accidentally sparked an argument amongst your fellow teammates when you called the man ‘dreamy’ (Tony sparked like a fuse and almost stopped you from coming on the mission). Now that you were here, however, you couldn’t see anything remotely ‘dreamy’ about the man who knocked you to the ground.
“You didn’t see that coming?” Quicksilver asked smugly as he circled you.
You spat the snow out of your mouth and, when you noticed its red colour, wiped blood from the corner of your mouth. You looked up and saw your belt far away with your remaining pods scattered through the snow. Slowly, you got to your feet and clutched your right shoulder where Pietro had slammed into you. You steadied your erratic breathing and watched the way in which Pietro’s boots crunched on the snow and how his eyes glistened with an egotistical pride that matched his smirk.
Sucking in the cold air, you took your chance and jumped forward to aim a blow at Pietro’s jaw. In a blur of silver, he dodged it effortlessly and – as you predicted while watching him smirk – brought his fist to your stomach. Since his retaliation was anticipated, you took hold of his wrist and used it to whirl right into his arms. With a hand pressed on his chest and his confused blue eyes locked onto your own, you smiled.
“What? You didn’t see that coming?” You mocked.
Quicksilver’s reaction was just as you had hoped, and to top it off, you landed a perfect kiss to disorient him completely which only fuelled his surprise. Finally, you could boast to the team about kissing away a smirk.
Pietro didn’t know why, but he melted into the sudden act of romance. It was unexpected and unlike anything he had ever experienced. You smiled when you felt his lips respond eagerly and pulled away.
“Careful, Silver. Some might say you’re moving too fast.” You teased and looked up at the man who was currently waging a war against The Avengers.
There it was – the dreamy look.
Your little victory smirk was short-lived as a bolt of electricity forced its way into your body. Pietro saw the pain in your eyes and felt your body fall limp in his arms. With your head resting against his chest, Pietro listened to the low-steady breathing of the woman who kissed him and something stirred in the pit of his stomach.
“Good job, Pietro.” Ultron commended as he flew in through the dead winter trees. “One is all we need.”