Chapter 3
"I wish I could answered that." Pietro sighed. "We were on a mission and stumbled upon some weird machine and poff, you were suddenly there."
"Oh okay." Peter nodded, not really in the mood for tech talk. "But tell me a little more about this avenger stuff."
"Well, we're here to save everyone's ass when the world is about to end." Pietro said. "Were actually starting to grow quite a bit, we got everyone you could ever imagine. We got two dudes in flying weaponized suits, we got a super soldier, a big green (totally awesome) rage monster, we got a hot former assassin, our own Legolas and even a god. Just to name a few."
Peter shivered slightly at the mention of a god. ever since apocalypse he couldn't stand the word god.
"Is something wrong?" Pietro asked, noticing the other's mood.
"I just don't have a good experience with so called god's." Peter explained. "Last time I meet one who called himself a god I ended up with a broken leg."
"That's the worst." Pietro said understanding. "When me and Wanda first joined the avengers I got badly hurt and i had to lye in bed for three months."
"It's a tough life man." Peter laughed half hearted. "But what more do you have to do around here?"
Pietro looked around the room for a while before his eyes found the big screen TV on the other side.
"How about.. watching some TV?"
"Sure, what should we watch?" Peter asked, plopping down next to the other on the black couch.
“Oh i know!” Pietro suddenly exclaimed. “There is this Series called the flash, it's about a speedster who basically saves the city, i think you would like it.”
“Sure, sounds fun.” Peter nodded as he noticed something in the corner of the scream. “What's quicksilver mode?”
“Huh, oh.” Pietro smiled. “Tony made it for me, it speeds up everything so i can see it in my tempo.”
“My teammates gave me the nickname Quicksilver.” Peter smiled.
“Me too, i guess we're more alike than i thought.” Pietro looked at the other before turning back to the tv. “Let's start.”
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“I can't get a normal reading on this thing..” Tony mumbled, typing furiously on his pad even though he was walking. “None of this makes any sense it's so frustrating I can’t even-”
“No way! Really? That is so cool! I mean we have had to deal with a lot of shit but killing robots trying to take over the world is like a whole new level!”
“It's not that much but Apocalypse, i mean that's just out of this world. And your team sounds so cool. Like that chick that could turn into anyone and magneto, damn!”
Tony recognised one of the voices as Pietro’s but the other was totally new to him.
“Friday?”
‘Yes mr Stark?’
“Who's the people in the livingroom?” Tony asked.
‘Mr Maximoff and and the boy you brought back here yesterday.’ Friday replied.
“Why is he there?”
‘Mr Maximoff brought him here.’
“Okay.” Tony said short before he took a deep breath, entering the living room with big steps.
“Oh Tony, you're here.” Pietro waived from the couch. “Where are the rest of the gang?”
“There out.” Tony answered before turning to look at the silver haired boy sitting half hidden behind the other.
“Oh right.” Pietro smiled as he quickly stood up. “Peter this it Tony, Tony this it Peter.”
Carefully Tony held out a hand towards the boy, never letting his guard down. “Tony Stark.”
The boy took the outstretched hand quickly. “Hello, I'm Peter.”
“Do you have a last name?” Tony asked, already having Friday ready to search the name.
Peter looked towards Pietro with a slightly unsure look but Pietro just nodded at him, like he was telling him to go on.
“Maximoff, Peter Maximoff.”
Tony looked towards the two men in front of him, eyes big as he tried to figure things out.
“Maximoff?” he asked, in a final attempt to sort things out.
“Yeah.” Pietro nodded. “Isn't it amazing, i mean he's awesome.”
“Oh stop it.” Peter laughed while doing a girly hand waive.
Tony was just standing there, too much in his own world to notice anything, not even when the pad he was holding started gliding out of his hand.
“Wow!”
Tony couldn't even react as Peter suddenly stood before him, Tony’s pad in hand.
“You shouldn't drop this, it looks expensive.” Peter said with a grin as he gave the item back to the frozen Tony and zapping back to Pietro.
“You.. You can teleport?” Tony asked as his brain tried to figure it all out.
“Nopp.” Peter grinned childishly. “I get that a lot but I'm actually just fast.”
Tony opened and closed his mouth a couple of times as he looked between the two speedsters. There wasn't a lot of things that could make Tony Stark speechless but this was one of them.
“Wait wait wait.” Tony put down the pad on the near table as he walked around the other two. “What is actually going in here? Can any of you explain this to me, right now!?”
Peter and Pietro looked at each other for a while before turning back to Tony.
“We haven't got a clue.” They both said with a very irritating grin that just made Tony mad.
“Pietro..” Tony said through his teeth as he turned around. “A word please.”
“Sure thing.” Pietro nodded. “Stay here Pete, I'll be right back.”
“Don't take too long, I'm already bored.” Peter sighed as he sat back onto the couch.
Pietro smiled as he walked into the kitchen where Tony was stranding.
“What do you think you're doing?” Tony hissed as he turned to look at Pietro who looked totally clueless. “How can you take a total stranger into here? Who knows who he is!”
“Actually i have an idea of who he is.” Pietro said in a matter of fact voice. “I think his me.”
“What the hell are you talking about? That makes no sense Pietro.” Tony sighed, massaging his brows as he felt a headache coming along.
“I think he's me from another dimension or something.” Pietro said and Tony immediately looked up. “I heard you and Banner talk about it just last week. You said hydra was looking into other dimensions so why not?”
Tony looked at Pietro as he thought it through.
“What makes you think that?” Tony asked after a while, still not really convinced it was even possible.
“Well his last name is Maximoff, he's a speedster just like me, nicknamed quicksilver, have a twin named Wanda.” Pietro stopped to think. “He's part of a group of people that saves the world..”
“Wait.” Tony stopped him. “ He's part of what?”
“I think he called them the X-men.” Pietro answers with a grin. “They sounds totally awesome.”
Tony was quiet for a while, thinking everything through as he tried putting it all together but Pietro interrupted him.
“Trust me, we can trust him.”
“And what makes you think that?” Tony asked, cooking a eye brow.
“I can feel it.” Pietro looked at Tony who looked back skeptically.
“What? Like you can feel it in your heart or what?”
“No.. It's.. It's more like i can feel it in my head, i can feel what he's doing and thinking.” Pietro said looking upwards. “It's a bit like what i feel with Wanda actually.. Just not that strong.”
Letting out a deep sigh Tony looked towards the speedster.
“Okay.. I'll trust you on this but i want an eye on him at all times and if he steps out of line I won't be responsible for what happens.”
Pietro nodded at this and opened his mouth to answer but before any sound could leave his lips he was interrupted by a loud yell.
“Pietro!”
The yell cut through Pietro like a knife and a sudden fear struck him as he quickly ran towards the voice but he wasn't prepared for what he saw.
Peter was lying on the floor, Pressed down by a familiar black clad woman, her brown-red hair hanging around her face. She had one hand pressed against Peter's breast and another one gripping tightly around the boy's forehead. Pietro almost let out a small laugh at the sight but held it in as he could feel the silver haired boy's fear
“Widow let him go.” Pietro said and the woman quickly looked up at him. That was all the time Peter needed to get away and as soon as he was free he zoomed to Pietro and jumped behind him, hiding himself from the woman.
Natasha stood up, seemingly ready to attack again but stopped as another voice filled the room.
“It's okay Natasha.” Tony said as he walked out to stand beside Pietro. “Stand down.”
After a while of looking between Tony and the two speedsters Natasha seemed to finally relax a bit and she took a step back.
“Care to tell me who he is?” Natasha asked pointing towards Peter but looking at Tony.
“Of course.” Tony nodded and picked up his pad that was still on the table. “As soon as i figure it all out.”
“If you don't know who he is shouldn't we lock him up or something?” Natasha said and Peter took a small step backwards, the idea of being contained in a room didn't really sound that tempting.
“You don't need to worry.” Pietro stepped forward, instinctively shielding Peter from the former assassin. “He's not going to hurt us.”
“And why is that?”
“Because..” Pietro looked at the boy behind him and then back at Natasha. “Because i know him.”