Marvel Imagines

022 - Quicksilver - I'll get better

A/N : Sup folks, this has been a long time in the making so please show some love. This is primarily focussed on a female reader :) Set in AoU

Imagine : You are a member of the Avengers and your powers to manipulate metal (like Magneto) save a new team member. Unfortunately, you both still get shot.

It was screaming hot as Novi Grad, Sokovia was lifted further and further into the atmosphere. The imminent fear of crashing back down to Earth hung heavy in the air; tangible and ominous.

You paused for a second to catch your breath, wildly gesturing at a woman with her child to get onto one of the SHIELD carriers. After a moment passed, you straightened yourself back up and started to head back into the action. Just as you spun around to join the fray, you saw your teammate Hawkeye crouching low to the ground, a child clinging to him in his arms. You tilted your head slightly and registered the Quinjet shakily attempting to steady itself in front of them. A glint of metal caught your eye beyond the windshield.

Crap.

Ultron had hijacked the jet. He started to open fire on them when a flash of blue darted forward, propelling a car in front of your teammate.

Quicksilver. What was the idiot doing?

Knowing that you couldn't manipulate Ultron, you extended your hands shakily and poured every inch of your power and soul into a barrier. It was like nothing you'd ever created before; a glorious dome that protected Quicksilver, Hawkeye and the Sokovian child. The bullets were repelled by your magic and dropped to the ground, flattened.

Ultron turned his attention to you and muttered something. Suddenly, a humming noise started up behind you, causing you to whip around. One of Ultron's robots hovered above you and before you could destroy it or protect yourself, it shot at you. The bullet connected and ripped through your torso, just under your ribcage. It was enough to knock you straight onto your back, paralysed with fear and pain, staring up at the sky.

"Y/N!" You heard your name screamed in the distance followed by more shots, more shouting.

You felt like you were on the edge of a blackout but you knew that you needed to act fast. Drawing up the remnants of your strength you placed your palm over the entry wound and slowly pulled it away, drawing out the bullet. It dropped to the floor with a metallic clink as you carefully rolled onto your front, commando crawling closer. Every movement felt like rolling in a billion shards of glass whilst being set on fire. Every single breath sparked up a new stab of pain.

You placed your palms down against the crumbling concrete and got on all fours before rising up. Quicksilver was lying on the ground gasping for air and Hawkeye was returning from putting the child on the SHIELD carrier. He saw you dashing towards your fallen teammate and called out, "Y/N, you saved us! I thought you died."

"Hate to disappoint, there's still time for it," you replied. "What happened to him?"

You crouched over Quicksilver and stared into his eyes, slapping his cheek as he groaned in agony. Hawkeye joined you and started patting him down, eventually stopping at his right thigh. A stray bullet had hit him and easily tore through his running gear, ripping through down to the bone. As carefully as you could, aided by your weakened state, you eased out the bullet then pressed your hand to the wound. In response, he cried out like a wounded animal; raw and feral.

Barton rushed off to find a medic, leaving the two of you huddled in a warzone, his head rested on your lap.

"Stupid boy," you scolded him, glaring down into his endless blue eyes. "Next time I'll leave you. What's the point in saving you from death if you're just going to run straight into a bullet?"

"I'll get better," he replied with a weak smirk, "It's only a leg. I have two."

You smiled at him even though you tried not to. Then, almost magnetically, the two of you were drawn together, lips colliding softly as you clung to each other, possibly facing the end of the world. A subtle coughing noise broke the two of you apart when you looked up and saw Captain America standing over you both. "Sorry to interrupt you two, but we have a job to finish. Feeling up for a fight?"

"Always," you both agreed in unison, allowing your leader and longtime friend to help you both to your feet.

"Can you run?" he asked Quicksilver. He was met with a nod.

"And can you do your ... um, metal thing?"

You chuckled in response. "Yes, I can do my metal thing. I could use a bolt from Thor though."

The three of you started to jog towards the final fight, picking up pace as you went. Quicksilver gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and you briefly met each other's eyes, a smile passing between you both. A smile that told you everything would be fine.