One Shots ((Multi-Fandom))

One Shot - Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Seeing You

It calmed me down, the sound of his voice. Whenever the doctors decided to go a little too far with experiments, and I was bloody and bruised, he talked to me. His voice took the pain away, and when I didn't speak, he understood. He was going through the same thing, the experiments, the beatings, the torture. His voice, and the way his accent made the words sound strange to my ears, soothing my mental scars. I've never seen him. We're kept in different cells, but I've often found myself sitting, back up against the wall that joins the two cells, just to feel the closeness.
  Whenever the doctors take him for more experimenting, he always told me to stay quiet and not to worry about him. It hurt me to hear him screaming in pain from down the dimly lighted hall, behind a steel door. When he was gone, I learned that his sister was the cell over from his. I learned this in a strange way. She was calling with her mind, telepathically.
"Hello?" She seemed to cry. "What's happening to me?" I was shocked.
  "Who are you?" I said.
  "My name is Wanda. Wanda Maximoff."
My jaw dropped. Pietro had said something about having a sister, but I'd never seen or heard of her before.
  When Pietro was brought back, he was always bloody and bruised. His head would loll and his eyes would have rolled to the back of his head. That's what Wanda would tell me. She and I would have conversations mentally, and she would explain to me what happened. She would tell me what he looked like, and how he talked about me all the time.    "Do you ever wonder what's outside?" I asked one morning. It was right before the guards came to collect me, and the doctors had their way with my body. Wanda took a moment to answer, but when she did, it struck home.
"Like heaven."
I pressed my back up to the wall joining our cells. I listened to him running and tried to make out the mumbling rumble of his voice over the sound of Wanda's painful cries.
"Pietro," I said in a gentle tone. He didn't stop running. "Pietro, listen to me." The running slowed and I felt him slump down against the wall. I took a deep breath and sighed. "Pietro, what do you look like?" I heard him chuckle.
"I don't know how to... Um... Answer that.?" He chucked, his Russian accent making the words flow thicker than tree sap. I sighed. "All right."
"You will see me, don't you worry. One day, I'll get is out of this torture, and we can live happily ever after."

A couple weeks later

I listened to the conversation between the Agents and Doctors. Apparently the Avengers were trying to get into the base. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the shouting and yelling form up the dim hallway, and the gunshots from up a floor. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to keep my powers from going out of control.
Suddenly, the door of my cell was ripped off its hinges with a loud bang that echoed down the hall. I heard voices yelling and then I was in fast forward. Everything around me was moving fast, yet I felt I was going a normal pace. My vision blurred and the corners of my eyes spotted a silver tail trailing behind me.
I couldn't think. My brain was working in hyperspeed to try and comprehend what was happening, but that all changed when I can to a sudden stop. Someone's arms lifted me down to the ground, and I realized I had been in someone's arms, and they had been running.
My gaze turned to the person so had been carrying me. My eyes drifted over his hair, the ends turned blond/silver by medical experiments, the slight stubble on his face, and the layer of muscle behind a thin running short. He smirked at me, and said in a voice I knew all too well.
"Я сделал вам обещание , сделал я нет?"
(I made you a promise, did I not?")