Speed Shift: A Pietro Maximoff x Reader

You can't clip my wings.

You knelt next to the hologram of what was once J.A.R.V.I.S. It was all that was left of him. You and the others stared at the hologram. This was who Ultron had killed.

"No." you whispered.

Suddenly you froze; your eyes widening. You looked at your dad in panic and said one sentence.

"I need to call Kurt." The panic in your voice was nearly palpable; you needed to make sure the others were safe, just in case.

Your dad extended his arm forward in an attempt to stop you, but you were already gone, "Guppy, wait, before you--"

BAMF!

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You sat on your bed, your legs frantically bouncing up and down as your phone rang, waiting for someone to pick up.

"Come on, come on… Damn it!"

This was the third time you had called. Why wasn't he picking up?! You set your phone down beside you, and buried your face in your hands. You tried your best to calm down.

"Just ask the Homo Superiors."

Ultron's words replayed in your mind over and over again. If he knew that… If he had access to that information, what else did he have access to? If he ever gained access to Cerebro… No. You didn't even want to consider that possibility.

You decided to try calling someone else. Kurt was probably just asleep, it was past midnight after all.

A few rings later, someone finally picked up your call.

Unfortunately, this particular person was not very happy to have been awoken from their sleep.

"Hey, hey… I know… I know it's late!"

The person on the other end of the call demanded to know "Why the hell are you calling me this late?". His voice sounded very grumpy.

"Maybe, if you stop berating me for long enough I can tell you!... 

"...Thanks." you sighed, "Listen, I need you to tell the Professor that…"

You proceeded to explain what was going on and all that had happened. All that wasn't strictly confidential that is. Mainly you focused on Ultron and his knowledge of mutants.

"I don't know what he's planning," you explained, "but better safe than sorry right? ...Yeah, I think it's best to only tell the Professor and let him decide what to do. …

"...What? … You see! That's what you get for yelling! ... I don't care how much of a heavy sleeper he is; you should be more careful if he's your roommate. … of course I trust him! But Alex is a blabbermouth!"

You heard a far-off sounding,  annoyed "Hey!" and then what you could only interpret as a small scuffle for the phone. Thankfully the phone's owner managed to ward off his roommate. If it was any other day you would laugh, but you were far too worried.

"... I-I don't know! He's your little brother, you figure it out! … Okay, good, tell Alex I say hi and sorry for waking him. … Well, maybe I'd be more sorry for waking you if you weren't such a jerk, Scott! … I know I'm the one who called! It was an emergency!" You sighed as Scott kept complaining, he was really unreasonable when he was sleepy.

"Yeah, okay. … Thanks, Scott. … Oh, and please tell Kurt to call me as soon as he can. … Yeah, you too."

You hung up your phone and set it aside again. Usually messing with Scott would cheer you up. But you just felt empty. You were scared. The consequences this all could have were severe.

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The Avengers and you were gathered to discuss the next course of action. You were shown a picture of Strüker, dead, with 'PEACE' written in blood on the wall beside him. You covered you mouth in a silent gasp.

At that moment your father turned to look at you, as if only just noticing you were here.

"Y/N," he said, "I don't want you to get involved in this."

You glared at him and turned away. He had created this problem and now he didn't want to let you help fix it?

"Kinda already involved, dad." you turned to Steve and pointed at the image, "What's with the Banksy?"

Natasha shook her head, "This is a smokescreen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?"

"Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss." Steve answered.

"Yeah, I bet he…" said Natasha as she checked the computer monitor, "Yep. Everything we had on Strucker has been erased."

"Not everything." said your dad.

The physical files on Strücker were untouched. Going through them would take a while, but it was better than nothing.

When you were about to go help the others an arm shot out in front of you; stopping you. You look up to see your father and rolled your eyes annoyed.

Tony chose to ignore your lack of respect and started talking, "Y/N. I am serious. Do not get involved. It's too dangerous."

You crossed your arms and glared with a snarl, "I'm already in danger, dad." You lowered your voice into a harsh whisper, "Ultron knew about-- ...about what I am."

"Just let the adults handle this." he insisted.

That only made you angrier, "Dad. I am an adult! And it's time you accepted that!" you shouted.

Tony raised his voice and with a serious tone said, "Y/N, I forbid you from getting involved in this!"

You scoffed in disbelief, "You forbid me?" You stepped back and shook your head, "There would be nothing to forbid me from if you hadn't created a genocidal robot." you stated coldly.

Your hair shifted to white and you sped away, leaving your dad calling out for you.

The thing about super speed, however, is that it allows you to do things without others noticing. One quick zoom through the files and a momentary search through the database later, you knew where to go.

You ran to the roof of the building and shifted back, determined. As you stepped forward towards the edge with a fierce look in your eyes you spread your arms to the sides. You hadn't thought this through much. Heck, you hadn't thought this through at all. But that didn't matter now. All that mattered was getting the job done.

You knew you could help.

And you were going to help.

Shifting your arms into brilliant white wings, you leapt off the building, soaring forward without hesitation.