Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver Imagines

Pietro, Not Peter (Part Four)

There is light. Soft, faded. It's morning, and the sun is washing through the curtains to paint the ceiling and the walls bright with light. You lie motionless for a couple of seconds, then swing your legs out of bed and stand up, stretching. You walk to the window, and look out over the neighbourhood before you. You have this strange feeling of déjà vu, like you've been here before, stood in this exact same place and thought the exact same things.

This should worry you, but for some reason, it doesn't. You just feel calm. Content, even. And to be honest, why should you be worried? It's shaping up to be a lovely morning, and you smile to yourself as you turn away from the window and start to pull on some clothes. Just as you're heading down the stairs and out of your house, your eye catches on some art print hanging on the wall. It's nothing much, just a more abstract watercolor. The reason you were focusing on it was this bright swirl of color right in the center, the deep purple tone drawing your attention.

Purple. You were supposed to remember something about the color purple. You stare for a while, but nothing comes to mind. So, you shake your head to clear your thoughts before heading out of the house, ready to start the day.

You barely get a few steps down the sidewalk when a blue and silver blur rushes to your side. You smile when you see your boyfriend, who looks thrilled to see you again. "Y/N- there you are!" He runs his hands through his hair, evidently relieved. "I couldn't find you for so long- and then Agath-Agnes, I mean Agnes, Agnes took you away and I was so worried-"

You hold up a hand, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Don't worry about me! See, I'm fine. And besides, Agnes and I were just having a little talk. Nothing major." The silvery blond-haired boy frowns at you. "Are you sure? I mean, when I saw her approaching I know we were both pretty nervous." You shake your head, laughing. "It's just Agnes, not some supervillain! I mean, I know she can seem a little demonic-" Now he cuts you off, muttering something under his breath. "You have no idea."

You frown at him, and raise an eyebrow but continue speaking. "She can seem a little demonic but she's not that bad. Honestly, we just talked for a little bit and then it was late so I went home." Your boyfriend furrows his brow. "How late were you talking? I mean, I checked for you everywhere and you weren't there, and I started panicking-" He trails off, and you can't help but laugh quietly. "Yeah, I can see that. You want to tell me why you're so worried? I don't think it's just the neighbour."

The speedster looks around furtively, then turns back to you. He starts speaking in a rushed whisper, as if desperate to get through everything he has to say before he is found out. It troubles you- you don't think you've ever seen him this anxious. "I think I did something bad, Y/N. I think I did something awful. It was when Agnes took you away- she sent me to go check out something at the back of her house and I know she keeps asking me to do things but it was never anything that bad. Anyways, I just showed up and then there was this woman there, and then she made me speak to her and the woman looked up, kind of like she was startled? The second I started talking her eyes started glowing this weird color and now I think that was my fault. I think I'm being used to do bad things."

You put a hand on his arm comfortingly. "Look, I promise you didn't do anything too bad. I know you, darling, and I know you would never do something to seriously hurt somebody." The boy sighs, and looks away. "That's the problem. I know I wouldn't but I don't think it was really me. I think someone else was making me do it."

You stare at him for a second, mind swirling with confusion, then force yourself to blink all of your worry away. You casually loop your arm around his, and start walking down the sidewalk. He follows you after a second, footsteps coming erratically as he tries to figure out what you're doing. "Didn't you hear what I said?" You nod, distracted. "I think you're a bit stressed out, and I think we should go for a walk. It would be nice, wouldn't it? We can clear our heads for a while."